Big Rich

All the monks in the Tiandao Sect were extremely excited at this moment, and they all looked up at Wang Lin with fanatical and respectful eyes.

The white-haired old man in the Tiandao Sect walked out of the crowd, bowed deeply to Wang Lin, and said respectfully: "I am the younger Tiandao Sect roaring gusts of wind, see the ancestor."

"See Master!" As soon as the old man finished speaking, all the monks of Zhao immediately said in unison. The voice was extremely loud and spread from afar.

"I am not the ancestor." Wang Lin shook his head and said.

The old man took a deep breath and said respectfully: "You are the ancestor of all the cultivators in my Zhao State. This existed two hundred years ago when you transformed into a god in the Tiandao Sect. Please do not refuse."

Wang Lin sighed lightly and glanced at the land of Zhao State. This was where he was born and raised. In a blink of an eye, more than five hundred years have passed, and as time passed, sometimes he thought of the past and felt a dream in his heart.

"Sir, if you are not in a hurry, please rest in Tiandao Sect for a few days and let us wait for the younger generation to offer respect." The old man's eyes were extremely strong.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment. At this time, Wang Zhuo sighed from the side and said, "Wang Lin, stay in Zhao State for a few days. Don't you want to see the descendants of the Fourth Uncle now..."

The old man was stunned and looked at Wang Zhuo a few times. Wang Zhuo was a talented disciple in the Tiandao Sect. He thought he knew him, but the other party's words were a bit strange at this moment. After seeing this, the old man suddenly realized something was wrong. Although Wang Zhuo looked exactly the same as usual, there was no feeling of a disciple of the Tiandao Sect in his eyes, but there was a curtain of vicissitudes.

Wang Zhuo smiled at the old man and sent a few words in his ear. After hearing this, the old man suddenly trembled and looked at Wang Lin with disbelief. Finally, he was sure that what Wang Zhuo said was definitely not fake, so he smiled bitterly and said respectfully: "See Master..."

"Chen Fengxiao, you were a disciple of the Tiandao Sect that I personally brought to the Tiandao Sect. You were still a young man back then. After so many years, things have changed..." Wang Zhuo sighed lightly.

Chen Fengxiao nodded bitterly, and for a moment he felt a little dazed.

Wang Lin lives in Tiandao Sect.

Except for the leaders of some sects, all the monks of Zhao State scattered and returned to their respective mountain gates.

In the Tiandao Sect, Wang Lin talked about Tao for all the monks in Zhao State. With his insights, he left a shadow of Tao in the hearts of all the monks in Tao, so that their possibility of having babies in this life would increase infinitely.

Similarly, Wang Lin was also generous in giving guidance to the few Nascent Soul monks, so that they were no longer confused about the transformation of gods, but saw the way clearly.

Three days later, Wang Lin and Wang Zhuo left the Tiandao Sect. Before leaving, he set up a powerful formation for the Tiandao Sect. Under this formation, all god-transforming cultivators can be isolated. Only by transforming infants can they be cracked.

For a third-level cultivation country, this kind of formation is unique. Generally speaking, only the sects of the fifth-level cultivation country will have a more powerful mountain protection formation than this formation.

After doing the last thing for Zhao State, Wang Lin no longer had the intention to take care of the place where he was born and raised. He followed Wang Zhuo to Kyoto and silently glanced at the descendants of the Wang family.

Then, in his former ancestral home, he saw Yu'er's family of three. Yu'er's cuteness reminded him of Daniu and Zhou Ru when he was a child, and he was quite moved.

Wang Zhuo accepted Yu'er and taught him how to cultivate immortality.

Before Wang Lin left, he took away the extreme realm of the jade slip in his ancestral house and filled it with a spiritual sense.

Wang Zhuo did not return to Tiandao Sect, but lived in the Wang family. He was injected into a pregnant woman in the Wang family with her magical skills two hundred years ago. He was born in the Wang family in his past and present lives, and his feelings naturally far exceeded those of Wang Lin.

He is preparing to spend his life to protect the descendants of the Wang family.

The affairs of Zhao State end here.

However, Wang Lin still had a distracting thought in his mind, that was the former Hengyue Sect. After all, this sect was the cradle of his cultivation in his life. Before leaving Zhao State, Wang Lin was preparing to explore.

His spiritual sense swept away, and all caves in all mountains and rivers in the entire State of Zhao appeared in his mind. With a move, he disappeared from the spot.

According to memory, Wang Lin appeared outside the Xiangshe Mountain in Zhao State.

With a complex gaze, Wang Lin looked around. Here, there was a formation. With a wave of his right hand, he did not break the formation, but passed directly and entered the interior of the Elephant Snake Mountain.

Inside, there was a huge cave. Wang Lin entered the cave and saw a piece of dust at his sight.

This place has been uninhabited for a long time.

Only in the cave hall, there are three large characters full of vicissitudes of life on a huge piece of jade.

"Hengyue School!"

Wang Lin sighed lightly, stepped forward to wipe away the dust from the jade, and looked at this object, and remained silent for a long time.

After a while, Wang Lin swept his spiritual sense and walked towards the stone chamber beside him. He broke the restriction of the stone chamber door. What appeared in front of him were rows of shelves, with some jade slips scattered on them, emitting a faint faint light.

In the corner next to it, there was a pair of skeletons, which were cross-legged, with no cracks on it, and there were no traces of injuries left behind during their lifetime. It was obviously the end of life and death from old age.

The index finger of the bone's right hand was pointed on the ground.

Wang Lin stepped forward, wiped away the dust from the ground, and saw a row of words.

"Hengyue School, self-destruction, is ashamed of his ancestors...that is ashamed of his ancestors..."

Wang Lin was silent, took a few steps back, bowed respectfully to the bones, and said softly: "Disciple Wang Lin, see senior..."

With a sigh, Wang Lin turned around and walked towards the jade slips, picked them up one by one, and explored them with his spiritual sense. Finally, he stopped on one of the jade slips.

"I am stupid and have insufficient cultivation. I only have strange thoughts about swords in this life, as if I have lived for a sword for my whole life. But for some reason, any sword that touches the spiritual consciousness will break after one breath, without exception...

The word "destroyer" is about me. If I cannot control my sword with my spiritual sense, I will be unable to use it to fight and feel ashamed of my mentor.

After the age of eighty, I suddenly had a dream. In the dream, I was the soul of a sword, sweeping across the heaven and earth, roaring in the nine states, and regarded it as the master of the sword.

After waking up, the sword in my dream echoed in my mind and never dissipated for a long time, as if it was my lifelong pursuit, that was my previous life... I resolutely gave up and continued to attack the foundation building and turned into a sword casting. I want to cast that sword!

This thought was so heavy that I couldn't help myself as if I was possessed by a demon. All my mind was placed on it. I must cast the sword in my dream!

After ten years, I even bowed my knees in a humble manner, so I sought out the strange stones and iron in the world. I collected countless sword-casting objects and successfully cast several pieces, but I didn't feel like I was dreaming and was abandoned by me.

This year, the Hengyue Sect encountered a great disaster, and powerful enemies attacked and the family was about to be destroyed.

In this life, I was born in Hengyue. I naturally had to die in Hengyue. When I was in danger, I opened the furnace and cast the last time. The time was limited. This time, I gave up the strange things in the world and simply used ordinary iron to smelify it. Soon, I cast a great sword.

There was a will in the dark. When this sword was released, I suddenly felt something and melted the gold thing. After applying it on the sword, the sword immediately shone with golden light.

Looking at this sword, the feeling in my dream suddenly came, as if my body was not restrained. I picked up this sword. At that moment, I seemed to have returned to my dream and became the soul in the sword.

It is this feeling that I gave this sword the name "Big Rich". Although this name is vulgar, it is what I think.

Holding this sword, my whole mind seemed to disappear, merge into the sword, rushed out of the sword-making place, and relieved the great disaster of my Hengyue Sect. Then, I ended with a smile, leaving behind a sword technique that would be stored in the wealthy. I hope that my disciples who are destined to be in the future will be treated well with this sword."

Wang Lin put down the jade slip, closed his eyes, and his heart was shocked. The reason why he came here was to look at Hengyue in the past, but to find the source of wealth was also one of the purposes.

"The sword soul in the past life... This huge wealth is just like an immortal sword. Could it be that the soul of this senior contains a trace of sword soul that disintegrated the immortal sword back then..."

Wang Lin opened his eyes and his eyes flashed.

He pondered for a moment, his figure disappeared and left the place.

When he appeared, he was outside the Cassin Valley of that year. This was where his storage bag was broken in the past. The scabbard of that year was found here, and he entered the cracks in the space to search for it.

Tear open a crack in the space and Wang Lin leaned into it. This time, he had only one target, that is, a wealthy man!

"This sword is made of mortal iron. In the past five hundred years, I don't know if it still exists in this crack in the space. Moreover, when the storage bag is broken, I don't know if it will dissipate. Unfortunately, my cultivation was not enough to sense the sword technique in the sword of the rich, otherwise..." Wang Lin sighed inwardly, and his spiritual consciousness dispersed in the crack in the space and searched one by one.

Half a month later, Wang Lin frowned and walked out of the crack in the space, and he found nothing.

"This sword is probably destroyed..."

"We must return to the Soul Refining Sect as soon as possible, find a large number of immortal jades, and carry out infant transformation!" Wang Lin's figure flashed, disappeared from the spot, appeared in an ancient teleportation array, and disappeared from Zhao after opening.

In the west of the Vermillion Bird Star, there is a fourth-level cultivation country. This place has been occupied by the Immortal Remnants. Domestic monks have become vassals of the Immortal Remnants. At this moment, there is a person standing outside the border of this place. This person is wearing a straw hat and covered with golden light.

"Wang Lin, you are finally back. The moment you return to Zhuquexing, senior knows it. I hope you don't let him down." This man slapped the storage bag and added a jade slip in his hand.

"You helped Zhou kill Li Yuanfeng and seal the Snow Country. I, Zhou Wutai, have no choice but to repay you, so I gave this thing to you. This is the artistic conception of Liumei that Zhou realized at the cost of life and death. I hope you can swallow the Taoist heart of Liumei as expected and achieve the power of the Vermillion Bird!"

Within a step, he disappeared from the spot.
Chapter completed!