Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Otherwise, if it were to be known by other large sects, it would become a laughing stock in the Dajin cultivation world.

The old woman was deeply enraged by the incident with the spirit bird, and secretly sent elite disciples from within the sect to gather intelligence everywhere.

To explore whether there are any powerful forces or cultivators at Nascent Soul stage or above seeking to refine treasures in the near future, with the intention of tracking down the mastermind behind the scenes through clues.

She was deeply angry about the incident with the spirit bird and tried to master the other party's technology of controlling monsters.

If you successfully learn this technique, killing monsters, obtaining elixirs and taming spirit beasts will become extremely simple.

At the same time, the Momu Sect secretly sent a large number of disciples to investigate whether there were any strange high-level cultivators in the Longzhou area.

This caused anxiety among many aristocratic families and sects who thought they were well-informed, and they speculated whether this indicated that the balance in Longzhou would be broken.

Will there be a conflict between Yueyang Palace and Momu Sect because of this?

As a result, the various small forces fell into panic. Some formed alliances, while others chose to shrink their defenses, making the atmosphere in Longzhou County tense for a while.

Wang Lin was unaware of the series of events he had triggered.

If I knew, I would just laugh it off.

If it weren’t for the fact that it was already inappropriate to take away someone’s spiritual bird, Wang Lin would have wanted to capture the remaining Haoyang Bird in Yueyang Palace as well.

"Forget it. Both of them are level seven. If we catch one, we will have to train one more. It's not worth it."

After practicing day and night.

Wang Lin walked out of the stone chamber, left the mountain, and headed straight for the central part of Dajin.

There lies the largest city in the mortal world - Jinjing.

In order to avoid attracting unnecessary attention, he moved eastward at the normal speed of a Jindan stage cultivator.

After successfully leaving Longzhou, he entered the neighboring county, then took out the wind wheel, used all his strength to perform the escape technique, and turned into white light and broke through the air.

The faint aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator emanating from him made the low-level cultivators along the way treat him with respect and stay away from him.

In Dajin, Nascent Soul cultivators are highly respected and no one dares to disrespect them.

More than a month later, when approaching Jinjiang County near Jinjing, Wang Lin put away the wind wheel and slowed down his escape speed.

He gathered his own aura to the level of the Jindan stage and moved forward slowly.

At this time, they had entered the heartland of Dajin, where there were many high-level cultivators, and he did not want to attract too much attention.

After more than ten days' journey, Wang Lin drove a shabby two-wheeled carriage and slowly moved along the official road towards Jinjing.

In the world of immortal cultivation in Dajin, there is an unwritten rule that is followed.

Random fighting or flying was prohibited within a thousand miles of Jinjing City to show respect for official authority.

Although this rule may not be taken seriously by high-level monks, most low-level monks still choose to abide by it.

After landing hundreds of miles away from the destination, he bought an old horse and embarked on a leisurely journey.

Of course, with Wang Lin's level of cultivation, it is not impossible for him to fly here.

However, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Wang Lin still chose to ride the old horse.

Walking along the official road, Wang Lin happened to meet several low-key low-level cultivators.

They were either riding horses or taking cars, each of them focused on their journey and did not attract Wang Lin's attention.

Wang Lin restrained his magical powers, integrated himself among the mortals, and walked peacefully with them.

There were a constant stream of pedestrians and caravans on the official road. Wang Lin's carriage was moving at a moderate speed, and seven or eight groups of passers-by passed by one after another.

He looked calm and immersed in his cultivation.

When the mood was calm, a strong wind suddenly arose and the sound of horse hooves approached like a rainstorm.

Wang Lin's expression remained unchanged. He opened his eyes and gently pulled the reins. The old horse obediently turned to one side and the car was led to the side of the road.

Only then did he look back lazily.

Behind me, I saw a cloud of dust rising and a team like a yellow dragon rolling in, with flags flying and a majestic momentum, as if a huge army was galloping towards me.

In a flash, the team was within reach.

The knights wearing silver helmets and armor, carrying long swords and bows and arrows, appeared and disappeared in the dust and fog, and gradually became clearly visible.

Each of these knights was strong and powerful. Leading them was a middle-aged man in brocade robe riding a black horse. He had a sword at his waist and a flag with a huge "King" on it behind him.

There were also several jade chariots pulled by fine horses in the team, galloping along.

Wang Lin's eyes showed surprise. He scanned with his spiritual sense and found that one of the cars had the aura of a cultivator.

Although weak, it was quite surprising to see ordinary cultivators mixed in with the soldiers.

He immediately pulled the reins and stopped the car to make way. The team of three or four hundred knights passed by like a hurricane, with an amazing momentum.

They all have a fierce aura and seem to be brave and warlike warriors. They are not ordinary soldiers defending the city, but more like border guards who have often experienced bloody battles.

Wang Lin had heard of it.

The territory of the Great Jin Dynasty was vast, but conflicts often occurred with the local indigenous peoples in its southeastern border, northwestern border and the border areas of the outside world.

Also.

Only in such a chaotic environment can a truly iron-blooded army be forged.

While Wang Lin was deep in thought, a jade carriage drove past.

A gaze shone through the gap in the car window and happened to fall on Wang Lin, and then a light exclamation came from inside the car.

Wang Lin sensed something and looked up, only to see a pair of familiar eyes flash past the car window.

My heart moved slightly, but before I had time to think about who this person was, the team of knights had already gone farther and farther away.

Looking at the departing team, Wang Lin pondered for a moment and shook his head, deciding to give up using his spiritual sense to investigate further.

It's not that he didn't want to investigate, but there was a simple isolation ban on the jade car. If he tried to investigate by force, he would be discovered by the people in the car.

Moreover, the person in the car was only at the Qi Refining Stage, and Wang Lin did not want to get involved with a low-level cultivator.

After watching the knight leave calmly, Wang Lin continued to drive the carriage forward.

On the way to Jinjing, after walking for more than ten miles, you will see a three-way intersection where several official roads converge.

The roadside is lined with lush trees and greenery, and a few slightly simple tea shops are built alongside the woods.

Many carriages and horses were parked outside the shop, and pedestrians went into the teahouse to eat, drink and rest.

This is the only resting place on the way to Beijing, and most passers-by will stop here for a while.

Wang Lin glanced around and saw the silver-armored knight dismounting and resting by the forest.

At the same time, there were several gorgeously decorated jade carriages parked here, half of which had their curtains half-open, but the interior was empty.

The middle-aged man in brocade robe was not among the knights.

Wang Lin frowned slightly and subconsciously looked in the direction of the tea shop. Then he calmly urged the carriage to continue forward through this intersection.

Just at this moment, an armored soldier saw Wang Lin's carriage approaching, strode forward and blocked his way.

Wang Lin couldn't help but be stunned.

"Is this gentleman's surname Wang?"

The soldier bowed slightly and asked in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

"Yes, my surname is Wang. What can I do for you?" Wang Lin's expression changed slightly, and he asked slowly.

"Since it is indeed Prince Wang, then I did not find the wrong person. My lady specially invited you to the teahouse for a chat."

"Your lady? Um... okay, I'll go there."

Wang Lin's expression changed slightly again, and the pair of bright eyes that he had just caught a glimpse of in the car flashed through his mind. After a moment of contemplation, he finally nodded in agreement.

Then he calmly jumped off the carriage.

A soldier said calmly:

"Please follow me. My lady has reserved the small tea shop over there."

Then he gestured to the edge of the forest. Two other soldiers stepped forward to pull Wang Lin's carriage.

Wang Lin followed the soldier to one of the tea shops.

Not long after, he appeared in front of two women and one man.

The man was about forty years old, wearing a brocade robe, with a long beard and fine eyes, and a dignified look.

The other two women were both in their prime, and both were cultivators, one was at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage, and the other was at the fifth level of the Qi Refining Stage.

"Brother Wang, I haven't seen you for many years. I didn't expect to meet you here again. I will always remember your guidance to my little sister."

The man sat upright in his seat, expressionless, while the two women stood up to greet him when they saw Wang Lin come in.

The weaker woman smiled with joy, bit her lips and said:
"It turned out to be Miss Cao. What a coincidence."

Wang Lin was slightly startled, then smiled and responded: "I left without saying goodbye that year, I hope that Fellow Daoist Cao will forgive me."

This woman was none other than the daughter of the county lieutenant whom Wang Lin met when he first arrived in Dajin several years ago. Her name was Cao Mengrong.

"My brother may have had important matters to attend to back then, and Cao Mengrong did not blame him."

Next, Cao Mengrong began to introduce the middle-aged man and the young woman, pointing out that the woman was his senior sister Wang, who had taken care of him when he was in the sect.

The man was her uncle, General Zhunan, who had been stationed in the southern border for many years and was summoned to the capital to meet the emperor.

"General Zhunan!"

Upon hearing that this man with extraordinary aura was one of the eight generals of the Great Jin Dynasty, Wang Lin couldn't help but be moved.

Although he had limited knowledge of the imperial court before, he had heard a little about these prominent officials.

The eight generals controlled almost half of the military power of the Jin Dynasty. Each general commanded an army of millions to guard important border areas.

Wang Lin knew very well that the name of the "Eight Generals" came from their influence in the world of immortal cultivation rather than their interest in worldly affairs.

Most of these generals have close ties with the major immortal cultivation forces, and several of them are even personally supported by these forces.

Even the royal family could not easily shake their position. Although General Zhunan was not a member of the royal family, he obviously had a close relationship with a certain force.

A middle-aged man smiled and saluted Wang Lin and said:
"I heard from Meng Rong that you are also a cultivator. I am just a mortal and I dare not act arrogantly in front of you."

Wang Lin knew that what the other party said was just a polite remark. Judging from his identity and status, Yuanying stage cultivators might not be common, but Jindan stage cultivators were not rare.

Before this, he had only demonstrated his cultivation level at the Qi Refining Stage, but the other party was so polite to such a "low-level cultivator", which showed that this person was obviously extraordinary.

What is even more puzzling is that this man led his team into Beijing without any high-level monks accompanying him. This kind of courage is truly rare.

Wang Lin pondered secretly, but responded modestly on the surface:

"I don't deserve it. General Wang is too modest. Even casual cultivators like me have heard of your reputation."

Miss Wang smiled slightly and said meaningfully:
"Fellow Daoist Wang, I heard that you once taught Junior Sister Cao about cultivation for a period of time, and she actually made great progress in cultivation within just a few years."

"When my master found out, he praised my junior sister for her extraordinary luck."

"He also said that Brother Wang is very likely hiding his true level of cultivation. After all, it is impossible for a cultivator of the same level to achieve such a miraculous thing."

"Now it seems that Fellow Daoist Wang has no spiritual energy at all. It is obvious that he is proficient in the art of concealing his breath. So it seems that what my master said is true."

After hearing this, Cao Mengrong realized what was happening and immediately used her spiritual sense to investigate Wang Lin.

But he found that Wang Lin's aura was restrained, just like an ordinary mortal.

Wang Lin chuckled and did not explain much. Instead, he waved his hand and said, "Everyone has their own reasons for cultivation. I am just a few more cultivated than you."

"Mr. Wang, you are indeed very powerful. Although I am a mortal, I have always liked to make friends with immortal masters. Since you seem to want to go to the capital, why don't we go together?"

When the middle-aged man saw his daughter finish talking with Wang Lin, he extended an invitation.

"Then I'm sorry to bother you."

After a brief thought, Wang Lin readily agreed.

This person has a very high status, so he can save a lot of trouble after entering the capital.

Afterwards, Wang Lin had a brief conversation with the two girls and learned that Cao Mengrong's father had a smooth career in recent years and was transferred from a county lieutenant to the capital as a military officer.

Although there was no significant promotion in rank, being transferred from the local area to the capital was already a high promotion.

When Cao's father came to the capital, Cao Mengrong was in seclusion practicing and was unable to go with him.

This time when Senior Sister Wang and her father passed by her residence, Cao Mengrong had just come out of seclusion, so she went to the capital with Senior Sister.

Wang Lin only briefly mentioned his experiences in recent years, saying that he had lived in seclusion until recently.

In the tea shop, the waiter brought a pot of fine tea. After Wang Lin and the two women chatted for a while, they began to leisurely savor the aroma of the tea.

After sipping tea, the middle-aged man finally spoke and talked to Wang Lin about the fragments of ancient books in the mansion.

He does not look like a tough warrior at all, but rather more like a poor scholar.

However, General Zhunan spoke in a gentle and elegant manner, with a smile on his face, and had an extraordinary demeanor, which made Wang Lin have a good impression of him and developed a good impression of him.

Although he had little interest in poetry and books, in order to find ancient elixir recipes and secret techniques, Wang Lin had read countless books and learned many secret stories and anecdotes.

He casually mentioned a few things, which amazed General Zhunan and made him ask more questions with great interest.

Wang Lin was having a pleasant conversation with the middle-aged man, and the two women were left out.

Miss Wang felt a little depressed when she saw this.

Her father loved collecting ancient books and antiques, and was particularly interested in ancient legends of the wilderness. Senior Wang knew all about this, and the two of them got along very well.

Cao Mengrong listened quietly at the side, occasionally glancing at Wang Lin's face, but then quickly looking away, as if trying to dodge.

Miss Wang couldn't help laughing to herself when she saw this scene.

After an in-depth conversation, she had vaguely sensed Sister Cao's feelings for Wang Lin.

Whenever Junior Sister Cao mentioned this person, her face would always blush and she could not stop thinking about him.

This made Miss Wang think for a moment that this "Fellow Daoist Wang" must be handsome and elegant, enough to win the heart of the younger junior sister who had always been cold to her fellow senior brothers.

However, when she saw Wang Lin in person today, Miss Wang couldn't help but shake her head and sigh.

The current casual cultivator named Wang Lin is not only handsome, but also has unfathomable cultivation.

According to her speculation, he might be in the foundation-building stage.

Her lifespan is far shorter than that of lower-level cultivators like my junior sister.

Miss Wang secretly considered whether she should intervene and break up the couple.

Although Wang Lin's cultivation was slightly higher, as the daughter of General Zhunan, it would not be difficult for her to make Wang Lin give up. (End of this chapter)