Gan Chi stared at Wang Lin deeply, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

After a brief hesitation, he waved slightly to his son beside him, signaling him to leave.

After his son left, Gan Chi bowed respectfully to Wang Lin and asked earnestly:

“You claim to be a distant relative of mine, do you have any letter or token to prove it?”

Hearing this question, Wang Lin smiled lightly, and he already understood Gan Chi’s intention.

He stood up slowly and calmly, and put his hands into his sleeves calmly.

Not long after, he took out half of a jade pendant emitting a soft white light.

Gan Chi took the jade pendant, looked at it carefully, and his expression changed instantly.

After a moment, he calmed down and said respectfully:
“So you are indeed the descendant of my brother. Please follow me to the study. I have something important to discuss with you.”

After saying that, the old man excitedly grabbed Wang Lin’s wrist and took him straight to the study.

After entering the study, Gan Chi’s expression immediately became solemn.

He quickly closed the study door, turned around, bowed deeply to Wang Lin, and shouted, “Greetings, Master Wang!”

Wang Lin looked at Gan Chi’s posture and nodded slightly to show his satisfaction.

Then he waved his sleeves gently, and a breeze blew quietly.

The breeze seemed to have magical power, gently lifting Gan Chi who was kneeling on the ground.

Wang Lin said calmly:
“Stand up. There is no need to inquire about my origins. Just know that from today on, I will be the one who specifically contacts you.”

After Wang Lin performed his magic, Gan Chi’s doubts were all gone.

He bowed respectfully and said:

“Yes, Mr. Er, who was in charge of contacting the Gan family, disappeared ten years ago, and I was worried about him.”

“Now that you are here, young master, I feel much more at ease.”

Wang Lin nodded slightly, glanced at Gan Chi, and said in a calm voice:
“I came here just for the sake of convenience. Actually, I have other important matters to attend to.”

Upon hearing this, Gan Chi responded without any hesitation, “I will follow your instructions in everything.”

The Thirteen Peaks of Yutian Mountain are shrouded in morning mist, and the mountain mist flows through the green bamboo forest.

The scholar named Yan stopped in front of the bluestone steps, gazing at the rising eaves and corners of the mountainside, the jade pendant on his waist swaying in the wind.

Wang Lin stood three steps behind, with a coarse cloth wrapped around his shoulders, his eyes quietly sweeping across the place where spiritual energy gathered in the mountains.

“There are seven spiritual springs in this mountain.”

Mr. Yan suddenly spoke, his dark sleeve brushing past a magical herb with small pale golden flowers.
“The academy occupies three, Baoling Temple occupies two, and the remaining two are jointly owned by Qingxu Temple and Yuding Sect.”

Wang Lin’s pupils shrank slightly, and his disguised Qi Refining Level 4 aura fluctuated just right.

Last night when he used the secret technique to investigate, he clearly sensed the existence of at least nine spiritual energy vortexes.

“Sir, you are quite familiar with all matters of cultivating immortals.”

Wang Lin deliberately made his voice sound a little envious.

The middle-aged scholar chuckled and tapped the jade pendant on his waist with his knuckles, making a crisp sound of jade hitting jade:
“After serving in the academy for twenty years, even if I am just a mortal, I can get a glimpse of the superficial knowledge of cultivating immortals.”

After he finished speaking, a very faint scent of ink quietly emanated from his sleeves.

It actually stirred up the spiritual energy in the mountain wind, forming a tiny vortex.

Wang Lin lowered his eyes slightly, but his spiritual sense spread out quickly like a spider web.

He could clearly sense that the fragrance of ink clearly concealed the mysterious aura of Confucianism’s “literary mind cultivating jade.”

This Mr. Yan is by no means an ordinary teacher. His cultivation has at least reached the late stage of foundation building.

The two continued to slowly climb the stone steps, the moss on the steps gleaming in the morning dew.

After passing three screen walls engraved with cloud patterns, I suddenly heard a clear chanting voice coming from above:
“Every word in the Cloud Seal Heavenly Book is clear, and the mystery is all in the Jade Field Green.”

Twelve students in blue shirts lined up and walked down, each holding a scroll of bamboo slips emitting spiritual light in their arms.

The young man in the lead had a dot of cinnabar on his forehead, and his sleeves fluttered as he walked.

Just like the wings of a crane spreading out, it rolled the morning mist on the mountain path into a spiral shape.

Wang Lin keenly noticed that when Mr. Yan dodged sideways, the words engraved on the bamboo slips were not ordinary words, but talismans engraved with sword energy.

The bamboo slip in the last student’s arms tilted slightly, with half of the word “imperial decree” revealed. The chill between the tips of the pen caused ripples in his spiritual consciousness.

After the students left, Mr. Yan explained in a low voice:
“These are the disciples of the Sword Pavilion’s morning class. The Taixuan Sword Chapter in their hands needs to absorb the purple air from the mountains at sunrise.”

He pointed to a dangerous peak in the east: “That is where the Sword Pavilion of Qingxu Temple is located. If you have the opportunity in the future…”

Before he finished speaking, three bells rang from the western peak.

The lingering sound of the bronze vibrations reverberated in the valley, startling countless spiritual birds with golden wings.

“The Green Cicada Bell of Baoling Temple.”

Mr. Yan looked at the source of the bell with a complicated expression:
“This bell rings every three quarters of the day, and it can cleanse the evil spirits in one’s heart.”

“Three years ago, a Jindan demon cultivator broke into Yutian Mountain and was shaken off by the sound of the bell, which destroyed 70% of his cultivation.”

Wang Lin quietly activated his spiritual power and felt the spiritual power in his meridians fluctuate with the sound of the bell.

This seemingly ordinary Buddhist instrument actually contains a secret technique to suppress the mind.

He leaned against the cliff, pretending to be uncomfortable, but his fingers in his sleeves quietly formed a seal to break delusion.

As the bell sounds gradually faded, the clouds ahead rolled and separated to both sides.

The nine-story vermilion-painted gatehouse appeared in the sea of ​​clouds, and the bronze bells hanging from the eaves rang automatically without wind, producing a clear sound that was completely different from the green cicada bell.

The four characters “Bailu Academy” on the plaque on the gatehouse are written in silver and iron, and every stroke contains a sharp sword intent.

Mr. Yan straightened his clothes and said solemnly:

“This is written by the founder himself.”

“Back then, the master used his finger as a pen and dipped it in the morning dew to write the plaque.”

“It is said that on every full moon night, spiritual dew will seep out of these words, which is very beneficial to spiritual practice.”

Wang Lin looked carefully and discovered that there were hidden formation patterns at the turning points of the brush strokes.

This is not just an ordinary inscription, it is clearly a mountain protection formation set up by sword energy.

No wonder the surrounding forces have not launched an attack for thousands of years. This plaque alone is enough to withstand the full force of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

As Wang Lin passed through the gatehouse, he suddenly felt a breeze brushing the back of his neck.

Just in a moment, seven detecting spells of different attributes swept across the whole body.

However, with Wang Lin’s powerful cultivation, these cultivators naturally could not detect any trace of Wang Lin.

“Master Lu is giving a lecture in Wenyuan Pavilion today.”

Mr. Yan led him around a courtyard full of black jade bamboo and reminded him:

“Don’t use your energy to resist any strange phenomena you encounter later.”

In the flickering light of the bamboo shadows, fine golden rays of light shine through the leaves.

The hem of Yan Yao’s black clothes lightly swept across the magical herbs growing out of the cracks in the bluestone bricks.

When Wang Lin followed through the third moon cave gate, he smelled the scent of ink floating in the air.

It was similar to the aura on the stone steps on the mountain path, but even more fierce.

“Master Lu is meeting a guest.” The young man in a white robe who was leading the way stopped in front of the carved wooden door, and the jade pendant on his waist suddenly emitted a green light.

The crisp sound of teacups knocking on each other came from inside the door, and the young man immediately lowered his head and retreated into the shadow of the corridor column.

When Wang Lin stepped over the threshold, his sea of ​​consciousness shook slightly.

The bronze lamps hanging on the four corners of the hall looked ordinary, but the wicks were dancing with lavender flames.

The green-robed cultivator in the main seat looked up, and the pressure from the late foundation building stage surged like a tide, but when it touched the corner of Wang Lin’s clothes, it was dissolved by an invisible barrier.

Amid the dense aroma of tea, Mr. Yan’s arrival was somewhat unexpected.

Master Lu gently stroked the edge of the teacup, and the water vapor slowly condensed into the word “Bai Lu” in the air, fully demonstrating his extraordinary control over spiritual power.

The yellow-robed Taoist nun sitting in the guest seat smiled slightly, waved the silver whisk in her hand, and the condensed words instantly turned into mist and dissipated.

Wang Lin bowed respectfully, his cuffs inadvertently stained with some tea stains.

At this moment, his spiritual power at the third level of Qi Refining was slightly disordered for a moment, perfectly displaying his state of cultivation.

Fairy Hua Lian’s gaze lingered briefly on Wang Lin’s coarse cloth package, and she suddenly flicked her fingers.

The tea leaves in the cup arranged themselves, forming a Bagua formation on the table. The magical power of the tea leaves was breathtaking.

“This young friend is a bit unfamiliar.”

After saying that, Master Lu suddenly grabbed Wang Lin’s wrist, and his spiritual power turned into a fine needle that pierced the vital points of his meridians.

The Tiannizhu in Wang Lin’s purple palace trembled slightly, swallowing up all the spiritual power that was being explored.

Master Lu let out a light exclamation and increased his strength, only to find that the young man was sweating on his forehead and that his meridians were clearly filled with mixed water and wood spiritual roots.

After a while, Master Lu loosened his hand, and a thin layer of frost suddenly formed on the teacup.

He looked at Wang Lin and said:

“The lower house is still short of a servant to take care of the bamboo.”

Then he slowly added: “Tomorrow at 11:00 a.m….”

Nine bell sounds suddenly came from the direction of the West Peak, and the bronze vibrations accompanied by Sanskrit sounds penetrated the clouds.

Fairy Hua Lian suddenly stood up, and the fragment of the jade slip that slipped from her sleeve hit the corner of the table, and the intricate patterns of prohibitions flashed in the sunlight.

“It seems that the old bald donkey from Baoling Temple can no longer sit still.”

Master Lu sneered and waved his sleeves to close the doors and windows.

Fairy Hua Lian put away the jade slip and pointed her silver whisk at Wang Lin: “This boy has been entered into the roster. I am sending you a greeting gift on behalf of Huang Qing Temple.”

The silver threads of the whisk suddenly grew and turned into streams of light that sank into Wang Lin’s brows.

Yan Yao was about to stop him when a green light flashed in the boy’s eyes.

The shadow of “Encouraging Learning” written in light ink appeared around his body, triggering the protective restrictions of the academy disciples.

“What a righteous spirit!” Fairy Hua Lian clapped her hands and laughed, but the frost in her eyes was still there:
“Brother Daoist Lu’s academy is indeed a place of hidden talents and crouching tigers.”

The startled bird outside the window crashed into the barrier and exploded into a ball of golden powder.

“The dual spiritual roots of water and wood are mixed and unclear, and the dual energies of fire and earth are intermittent and impure.”

Mr. Lu paused and thought for a moment before saying:

“If you can break through the seventh level of Qi Refining before the age of twenty, you may be able to try to build a foundation.”

Fairy Hua Lian swept the table with her silver whisk, and three vermilion pills rolled onto the green jade plate: “Huangqing Temple is in need of weapon-making disciples. Please provide three foundation-building pills every month.”

Mr. Lu stroked his beard and sighed, Yan Yao seemed to want to say something but stopped, and Fairy Hualian chuckled and threw out a token.

The words “Outer Sect Bingqi” appeared on the black iron order, and she said calmly: “Wait in front of Taixu Palace at noon tomorrow.”

Now that the matter of Wang Lin had been settled, Mr. Lu and the three Taoist nuns sat together and began to talk.

However, they did not discuss the strange stories in the world of immortal cultivation, but instead conducted an in-depth discussion on the gains and losses of the current Jin Dynasty’s politics, which surprised Wang Lin.

It is understandable that Confucians are keen on discussing state affairs. After all, their purpose is to focus on the way of being involved in the world.

However, the Taoist nuns at Huangqing Temple were also able to participate in such discussions with ease.

This made Wang Lin secretly speculate that Huangqing Temple might also be an immortal cultivation sect that focused on the way of being involved in the world.

Just as the three of them were talking excitedly in the hall, footsteps and a childish voice were heard outside the door:

“Master, I obey your orders and have brought the purple copper from the storehouse.”

Mr. Lu Da then said, “In that case, send the things up.”

Hearing the word “purple copper”, Wang Lin’s heart moved.

This material is an excellent choice for refining top-level magical instruments and even magic weapons.

Although it is not a rare item for him, it is undoubtedly extremely precious to the two people in front of him.

While I was thinking about it, the door slowly opened, and a fair-skinned child about eleven or twelve years old walked slowly into the room holding a big red tray.

The tray was covered with silver brocade, evidently containing a treasure.

The little boy placed the tray respectfully on the table between Taoist nun Hualian and Mr. Lu, then stepped back a few steps and stood with his hands hanging down.

“Step back. We don’t need your service here for now.”

Mr. Lu glanced at the child calmly and gave instructions in a calm tone.

The little boy nodded in agreement, bowed deeply, and backed out of the room.

Mr. Lu Da did not look at it any more and pushed the tray directly in front of Taoist nun Hua Lian. He smiled and said:

“Daoist Hua Lian, this is the purple copper you borrowed. Please keep it properly.”

“Your Excellency has been searching for materials extensively this time, and it seems that you are preparing to refine a valuable treasure. I wonder if it is a top-level magical instrument or a magic weapon?”

He spoke with a smile and seemed to mention the matter casually.

Taoist nun Hua Lian hesitated for a moment and looked apologetic:
“I know very little about weapon refining. This time I am acting on the orders of my Fourth Uncle.”

“If you want to know more details, you may ask Fourth Nun directly. She will tell you the truth.”

When Mr. Lu heard the name “Fourth Aunt”, his face changed slightly, then he laughed and passed it off.

Fairy Hualian smiled gently, stretched out her slender jade fingers, uncovered the brocade on the tray, revealing a gem sparkling with purple light.

The nun smiled and thanked him, took off the storage bag from her waist, and in the flickering light of the sunset, she put all the materials into it and kept them safely.

After achieving her goal, the young nun had a brief conversation with Mr. Lu and then stood up to say goodbye.

Mr. Lu did not try to keep her and ordered the boy to lead her out of the academy.

Wang Lin also said goodbye respectfully and left with the Taoist nun.

After the two left, the hall was silent.

The scholar surnamed Yan and Mr. Lu sat facing each other in silence, and the atmosphere was quiet. The scholar surnamed Yan looked uncertain, as if he was thinking about something important.

Mr. Lu Da’s eyes were solemn, and his tone was low and emotionless:
“How are your preparations? To deal with that devil Niu Tiande, only if you help me cultivate the ‘Devouring Truth and Combining Origin Art’, will I have a 70% to 80% chance of destroying him.”

“Now that everything is ready, don’t back down at the critical moment because you value your life.”

The scholar surnamed Yan said coldly:
“Humph! If I can avenge my family, then my broken body won’t matter.”

“I’m just afraid that after you become more powerful, you will be afraid of the old demon’s fierceness and will not want to take action. Then I will die in vain.”

Mr. Lu Da had a calm expression, showing no anger at all, and spoke slowly, “Why do you lack confidence, Brother Yan?”

“I have already made it clear that if you sacrifice yourself to help me achieve my magical powers, the righteousness you possess will be inherited by me.” (End of this chapter)