Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 107 Instructions and Preparations before Departure

Three years passed by like a flash.

One day, Lin Fan was quietly staying in the cave. He flicked his slender fingers lightly, and a sound transmission note was like a nimble flying bird, instantly disappearing into the air.

In just a moment, his disciple Qin Xian'er came hurriedly with light steps. Her expression showed anticipation for the unknown mission, but also a hint of nervousness.

"Xian'er, come here."

Lin Fan raised his hand to greet him, his eyes gentle yet solemn.

He raised his hand and tapped the storage bag. In an instant, a slight fluctuation of spiritual power spread out slowly. Several bottles of elixirs and two top-grade magic weapons were suspended in the air in an orderly manner, each emitting a unique spiritual light, shining brightly.

"These bottles of pills can restore mana, detoxify, and heal injuries. They are all carefully refined with high-quality spiritual materials. At the critical moment, they can save your life."

Lin Fan picked up the pills and patiently introduced them to Qin Xian'er one by one. "These two magical instruments are forged with the fragments of magical treasures as their core and combined with rare materials. Their power should not be underestimated. They will definitely protect you."

Qin Xian'er listened attentively, nodding from time to time, her eyes filled with trust and respect for her master. She said firmly, "I will definitely remember your teachings and live up to your trust."

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, several months have passed quietly, and the day of the opening of the bloody forbidden land has arrived as scheduled.

Lin Fan knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he decided to lead the team himself.

After all, the Yin-Yang Ice and Fire Lotus and the Millennium Stalactites in the forbidden area are both rare treasures of heaven and earth. If he can successfully obtain them, it will be enough to save him decades of struggle on the road of cultivation.

On the eve of departure, Lin Fan solemnly handed a high-end storage bag to Qin Xian'er and carefully instructed her, "There are specially made jade bars and jade boxes inside, which are perfect for storing thousand-year-old stalactites.

The Soul Sealing Talisman can block spiritual energy and prevent the Sniffing Beast from detecting it; this high-level storage bag is even more extraordinary, with a built-in breath-blocking function. Even if the Sniffing Beast comes, it won't be able to smell a single breath. "

He paused briefly and added, "There's another magical artifact, the Hidden Spirit Yarn. Remember, any spiritual objects you obtain must first be placed in a specially crafted jade box, secured with jade bars, affixed with a spirit-sealing talisman, then placed in a storage bag, and finally wrapped tightly with the Hidden Spirit Yarn. This way, you'll be absolutely safe. There are also talismans and two hundred intermediate-level talismans in the bag. Don't use them unless it's a critical moment. There's a Level 2 demon beast at that spiritual medicine site. You can use intermediate-level talismans to deal with it."

Qin Xian'er was fully focused, memorizing every detail in her mind.

Lin Fan looked at her with concern and reminded her again, "When entering the forbidden area, be cautious and careful. Safety is always the top priority. This jade slip contains the location of the spiritual object we are looking for. Also, stay away from Han Li."

When mentioning Han Li, a complicated look flashed in Lin Fan's eyes. No matter where this man went, trouble would always follow him.

"Yes, Master."

Qin Xian'er took the jade slip, put it away carefully, turned around and walked into the conference hall.

Inside the hall, candlelight flickered, and the dim light poured down on rows of disciples dressed in uniform yellow silk shirts. The entire hall was filled with a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

Lin Fan then walked into the hall, took a quick look, and was shocked - Han Li was there too.

Han Li has a tall figure, a dark face, and exudes a unique aura. Even in the crowd, he is particularly eye-catching. After all, in the world of immortal cultivation, such dark-skinned people are rare.

Lin Fan's gaze inadvertently fell on Xiang Zhili.

This great monk who has reached the state of incarnation has gray hair, a thin body, but a straight back. At first glance, he looks like an ordinary old man.

But Lin Fan knew clearly in his heart that the man before him was a powerful being standing at the top of the cultivation world.

When he thought of this, Lin Fan felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up, like a restless deer running around.

He didn't dare stay any longer, pretending to be calm, and glanced at everyone inconspicuously before quickly moving away.

Xiang Zhili seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, but an invisible web of perception seemed to surround him, sensing every slight movement, every fluctuation of spiritual energy. Lin Fan's gaze, though fleeting, was like a pebble dropped into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Xiang Zhili's heart moved slightly, but he glanced at Lin Fan and saw that he was just looking at him normally, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, among so many low-level monks, it was very common to occasionally see curious glances, and it was not worth his time to investigate further.

"Let's go!" Lin Fan took a deep breath and gave the order loudly. His voice echoed in the hall for a long time, carrying unquestionable majesty.

Everyone walked out of the hall one by one. Lin Fan raised his hand and waved it. A spiritual boat with blue light flashing all over it slowly emerged. The runes on the boat were like lively stars, emitting a mysterious aura.

"Get on board!" Lin Fan looked at everyone, his gaze lingering on Qin Xian'er, a barely perceptible trace of concern flashing in his eyes.

The spirit boat cut through the sky and sped away like a meteor.

After several days, they finally arrived at a loess slope. By this time, other sects had already arrived.

Lin Fan looked calm. He raised his hand to signal everyone to get off the boat and wait quietly on the side.

Time passed quietly, and the loess slope, which was initially quiet and deserted, gradually welcomed the figures of the seven major sects.

The originally quiet atmosphere was instantly broken and became extremely lively. Noisy voices and fluctuations of magic power from magic weapons intertwined together, creating a noisy scene.

The cultivators in the Jindan stage gathered in groups of three or five. They wore different costumes and exuded the aura unique to Jindan masters.

These cultivators greeted each other, shared recent anecdotes from the world of cultivation, or exchanged their experiences and insights during their practice. After a conversation, even though it was their first meeting, they all became familiar with each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious and warm.

Finally, the last sect arrived.

In the team, a tall and straight Jindan stage cultivator strode out. His eyes were sharp and his expression was focused. He walked straight to the edge of the forbidden area and began to carefully investigate the restrictions of the forbidden area.

Time flowed slowly in the tense atmosphere, and a few hours passed in a flash.

As the monk continued to investigate and operate, the originally indestructible restriction gradually showed signs of loosening, and the suppressing force gradually weakened.

Upon seeing this, the Jindan stage cultivators exchanged glances with each other, understood each other, and immediately began to act in unison.

Lin Fan stood in the crowd with a solemn expression. He quickly made hand gestures with his hands, and complex spells flew from his fingertips. The spiritual power around him surged like a surging tide.

Then, he suddenly opened his mouth and a stream of light shot out from his mouth. It was his life-saving magic weapon.

At the same time, other cultivators also took out their magic weapons. For a moment, lights of various colors shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire loess slope as bright as day.

These rays of light, carrying tremendous spiritual power, rushed madly towards a certain place in the void like a raging torrent. The roar was deafening, as if it was going to tear the world apart.

After several hours of attack, a violent shock came from the void, and then a mysterious passage about ten feet wide slowly emerged.

There was a flickering light in the passage, and runes were looming, as if calling everyone to step into this unknown and mysterious place.

"Everyone, hurry in!" Fu Yunzi from Qingxu Sect stood up and shouted loudly.

The disciples of each sect moved in an orderly manner, no longer crowded in chaos, but cooperating with each other and entering one by one. Qin Xian'er took a deep breath and walked towards the mysterious passage with firm steps.

(End of this chapter)