Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

But after only seven days, Ning Daolin could not bear it anymore and secretly escaped from the academy. He went to the Imperial City Office and met Lord Song.

"Sir, I can't do this job anymore. Could you please arrange for someone else?"

As soon as he entered the door, the little servant began to complain.

"It was fine at first. The teachers and classmates were very friendly to me."

"But gradually, I started to feel something was wrong."

"On my second day at the academy, I was eating rice when a chicken bone got stuck in my throat and nearly choked me to death. Fortunately, a classmate named Wang Ping punched me in the stomach just in time and dislodged the bone."

“I didn’t think much of it at the time, I just thought it was bad luck.

But on the third day, perhaps due to the unfamiliar climate, I started having diarrhea and was convulsing all over. Fortunately, I was young and strong, and I managed to get through it.

"On the fourth day, I lay in the dormitory of the college for a whole day. On the fifth day, I felt better, so I prepared to go outside the college to buy some supplies and some common medicines.

As a result, the carriage got startled for some reason and started hurtling down the street, throwing me out. If I hadn't been agile and had some martial arts experience, I would have died right there and then."

Speaking of this, Ning Daolin's face was full of bitterness, "Sir, I really can't hold on any longer."

"After escaping death, I felt that I had been suffering from bad luck recently, so I invited the students in my dormitory to go to Zuichunlou to get rid of the bad luck."

"And then..." His face fell, "I almost died from a woman!"

He said this while gesturing awkwardly.

Song Xuan listened for a while before he understood, oh, the crescent moon reaching the sky almost drained his energy.

"The more I thought about this series of events, the more bizarre and aggrieved I felt. I burst into tears and complained to my companions."

"He and I were classmates and we went to whores together. We were close friends, and finally, he revealed a secret to me!"

The little servant boy chattered on for a long time, and after hearing this, Song Xuan's expression finally changed slightly and he became interested.

"Tell me carefully!"

The little servant took a deep breath and lowered his voice, "According to him, people die in the academy every year, and all of them have special horoscopes.

I asked him why, but he couldn't explain it clearly. He just said that all the students and teachers in the college knew about this situation, but no one knew the reason.

All I know is that every year, we must admit a student with a special destiny, otherwise, everyone will die!

Song Xuan nodded slightly, "So, there is indeed a problem with the academy.

Besides this, what else did he say?"

Ning Daolin recalled for a moment and said, "He also said that according to convention, I shouldn't have died this year. The one who should have died this year was that student named Wang Ping, who saved me before.

But this person's fate is a bit strange. For some reason, he just doesn't die. If he doesn't die, the one who will die will be other students with special fate.

And I was unlucky, so I became the damn scapegoat this year!"

Song Xuan pondered for a moment, then sent out his spiritual sense to examine Ning Daolin inside and out, but found nothing wrong.

He frowned, raised his hand and pointed at his brow, and his soul left his body directly. There was a Taoist fruit on his head, and he made hand seals. Rays of soul light kept wandering over the little boy's body.

But even so, he still didn't find anything wrong.

There was no brand, no curse, no sign of bad luck, and no trace of magical powers or spells. Everything seemed normal.

But for Ning Daolin, who might choke to death even if he drinks water nowadays, this kind of normality is the biggest abnormality!

After his soul returned to his body, Song Xuan sat at his desk, feeling a little heavy-hearted.

That mysterious existence's methods are indeed extraordinary. Even with his current strength, he still can't find any clues. This is a bit troublesome!

Faced with such a difficult character, Song Xuan no longer hesitated. He took out a communication jade slip and sent a message to Wang Lao Mo who was in charge of Xiu Mo Sea.

"Brother Wang, someone is concerned about Wang Ping's fate!"

Soon, there was a response from the communication jade slip.

"Where are you?"

Song Xuan sent the coordinates over, and not long after, there was a knock on the door.

"Sir, there's a visitor named Wang who claims to be your friend and wants to see you. Would you mind letting him in?"

Song Xuan's mind moved, and the door creaked open automatically without wind. Then, in the yard, a tall and straight familiar figure came into view.

This person looks young, but he exudes the air of vicissitudes of life. His long silver hair is extremely eye-catching. Just standing there gives people a feeling of shock and suffocation.

It is none other than one of the forbidden existences in the Continent of Ten Thousand Spirits, the Demon Cultivator King Lin, Old Demon Wang!

Chapter 766 Wang Lin: Found you!

In the study, Wang Lin and Song Xuan stood side by side.

Song Xuan pointed at the young servant Ning Daolin and said, "You, tell me about what happened in the White Horse Academy these past few days!"

Ning Daolin knew that another big shot had come, so he did not dare to be careless and recounted in detail what he had experienced.

Wang Lin looked calm and composed. After listening quietly, he said calmly, "Someone is cultivating their life!"

Song Xuan was stunned. "Cultivate life?"

This was the first time he had heard of this kind of cultivation method.

Wang Lin nodded and said, "One is fate, two is luck, three is feng shui, four is accumulating good deeds, and five is reading. The so-called cultivation cannot escape these five categories!

Most of what we cultivators, whether they are immortals, demons, or other cultivators, practice are methods of luck.

Through supernatural powers, techniques, cultivation, and even the understanding of the laws of heaven and earth, what they seek is to continuously improve their own fortunes until they can transcend tribulations and ascend to heaven, achieving enlightenment and becoming immortals.

Wang Lin paused, pondered for a moment, and said, "What Brother Song is encountering right now is a cultivator whose cultivation method is completely different from the ordinary ones.

This person neither accumulates hidden virtues, nor practices feng shui, nor does he accumulate fortune. All he cultivates is his destiny!"

Song Xuan pondered for a moment, then asked doubtfully, "Can destiny be cultivated?"

Wang Lin nodded and said, "This kind of person is called a destiny cultivator. Their goal is to cultivate a person's destiny into that of an immortal!"

As he spoke, he smiled and said, "Humans have their destiny, and immortals also have their destiny. If one's destiny is that of an immortal, then one can directly ascend to become an immortal, and can directly skip the stage of tribulation. It is a method of cultivation that can reach heaven in one step!"

Song Xuan was silent for a moment, then seemed to understand something. "So, if I practice this method, I need to extract and strip away the fate of others and integrate it into my own fate, until I can achieve the fate of an immortal?"

"That's the truth!"

Wang Lin pointed at Ning Daolin and said, "This person's fate has been locked. When his fate is completely extracted, that will be the day of his death.

The reason he's been encountering all sorts of bizarre troubles lately is simply due to the fluctuations caused by his unstable destiny."

Having said this, he pondered for a moment and asked in confusion, "It's just a little strange. Ping'er's fate should have been locked, but why didn't anything happen?"

Song Xuan smiled and said, "Because Ping'er's fate is strong and tough enough, that fate master can't do anything to her for a while!"

That was the body he had specially drawn with the precious Human Emperor Pen, and it was only after being modified by Victoria Song that it was allowed by the rules of heaven and earth to materialize in this world.

Ping'er's fate was determined by heaven and earth from the very beginning. Her lifespan is sixty years, not a year more or less.

It cannot be said that it is impossible for that fortune-teller to take away Wang Ping's fate, but at least he needs to be able to withstand the backlash after taking away Wang Ping's fate!

Obviously, the mysterious life-cultivator was not yet confident that he could withstand the backlash, so he had not yet taken any real action against Wang Ping.

Wang Lin seemed to have guessed something as he looked at Song Xuan meaningfully, "Brother Song's methods are indeed extraordinary. After more than ten years, his strength has already reached a high level. He is qualified to stand at the pinnacle of this world!"

He didn't ask Song Xuan how he did it, just as Song Xuan never asked him how he practiced.

Everyone has their own secrets, and knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.

Song Xuan smiled slightly, "It was just luck..."

He pointed at the little servant boy and said, "Brother Wang, do you have any ideas to resolve his troubles? And Ping'er, although her fate is strong, if it is not resolved in time, it will eventually become a hidden danger!"

"The solution..."

Wang Lin pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and pointed at Ning Daolin.

In an instant, invisible waves began to spread from the little scholar's body. Soon, silk threads that Song Xuan had never seen before began to emerge on his body surface, like chains, wrapping around the little scholar's body.

The moment these chains appeared, the little servant boy was stunned at first, and then he let out a shrill roar of fear, as if he was in extreme pain.

Wang Lin looked at the mysterious and strange chains and sneered, "Interesting..."

The moment these three words came out of his mouth, he snapped his fingers and a storm of sword energy roared up into the sky. This storm of sword energy was not real, as if it was illusory, but at the moment this illusory storm arose, the chains on the servant boy began to break with a hissing sound.

Bang!

Amidst the sound of the storm tearing apart, all the chains on the servant boy shattered. At the same time, a sneer appeared on Wang Lin's lips, "I found you!"

After he finished speaking, Wang Lin stretched out his hands, deep into the illusory sword energy storm, and suddenly pulled his hands to the sides. A loud roar suddenly echoed in the imperial capital.

In Song Xuan's vision, Wang Lin, the forbidden existence, tore open a certain space-time coordinate with his hands, as if opening the door to a secret world, and a brand new world appeared before his eyes.

"The old guy is in there!"

Wang Lin chuckled, took a step forward along the space crack he had torn open, and rushed directly into it.

Following the gap, Song Xuan looked inside and saw that the secret world was flashing with various lights and colors, like a fantasy.

Wang Lin was dressed in black, with silver hair and a cold look in his eyes. He said nothing. After entering, he raised his hand and slapped out.

Boom!

The radiance in the sky seemed like flames encountering sea water, and began to dissipate like bubbles. Finally, the whole world began to become dim and dead silent.

At the end of the darkness, an old man in gray clothes, sitting cross-legged in the gray light and shadow, slowly appeared.

The old man slowly raised his head, and above his head, a Taoist diagram that seemed to be transformed by thunder appeared out of thin air. When this Taoist diagram appeared, Song Xuan, who was watching outside the secret world, was even shocked.

At that moment, he seemed to see the trajectory of fate.

At this moment, he had an epiphany. If nothing unexpected happened, the mysterious Dao diagram should be the new destiny that the old man cultivated after plundering the destiny of others and integrating them.

One, with a destiny close to that of an immortal!

In the gray light and shadow, the old man slowly raised his head, opened his eyes, and his gloomy gaze fell on Wang Lin.

"I know you, Xiu Mohai, Wang Lin!"

An old figure appeared and disappeared in this secret world, and then the old man slowly stood up.

"it's me!"

Wang Lin stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the other person quietly.

"My true body is in seclusion here, cultivating, and I don't remember ever offending you... You have intruded into my cave world for no reason. If you don't give me a proper explanation, even if you are called a taboo by the world, you must stay today!"

"statement?"

A murderous look flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. "When you wanted to seize the fate of my offspring, did you ever think about the word 'explanation'?!"

Chapter 767: The First Collaboration Between Wang Lao Mo and Song Lao Mo

"Your offspring?"

The old man was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "That student named Wang Ping? No wonder, no wonder his fate is so strange that I couldn't capture him for a while!"

His expression was somewhat grim, "So, fellow Daoist, what is your purpose in sending your offspring to my territory?

Are you trying to spy on me, or are you worried about my fate?"

Wang Lin's eyes were cold. "There aren't as many conspiracies as you think. Although it's just a coincidence, since you have already done something to my son, then... die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Lin's eyes flashed with cruelty, and his murderous intent almost became tangible. He took a step forward and went straight towards the old man.

At the same time, nine-colored luster flashed in his eyes, and with a bang, it turned into nine-colored flames, like a soaring Vermilion Bird, carrying raging flames, and rushed towards the old man.

"Suzaku Sacred Fire?"

The old man's face was solemn. He raised his hand and pointed lightly at the sky, "Immortal Technique, Suppress!"

As he finished speaking, an inexplicable aura of rules spread from the fate pattern above the old man's head, which looked like a Taoist diagram. As this aura spread, the surging Vermillion Bird Divine Fire turned from solid to virtual and became illusory.

Boom~~

The Vermillion Bird's divine fire passed through the old man's body, but did not cause any effect at all, as if everything was a dream, a bubble.

"I have spent my entire life cultivating my destiny, and have faced countless tribulations. Too many people hate me to the core, and too many people want to snatch my destiny away. But in the end, I am still alive, and they are all dead!"

The old man's body was hidden in the gray mist. He stared at Wang Lin with his old eyes and said in a deep voice: "My immortal destiny has been fulfilled. Even if it is not perfect, I am still a half-immortal.

Although you, Wang Lin, are taboo, it is only a taboo in the mortal world.