Mu Lin stayed in Northern Frontier for more than four years. On the day her immortal power was unleashed, she successfully ascended to the middle level of Immortal Lord.
On the eve of Helian Yingzhu's return to Kyoto to report on her work, Mu Lin invited her for a drink.
"Are you leaving?" Helian Yingzhu seemed to sense something.
Mu Lin looked at her in surprise. Her intuition was always terrible, but she responded: "Thank you, General Helian, for your care over the years..."
Helian Yingzhu drank the liquor in the bottle and said casually: "I won't stop you, and it's useless to stop you." There was nothing she cared about here.
Mu Lin also took a sip, the hot liquid rushed straight to her throat. She blushed and smiled, "I guess the general must be curious about my origins. I promised to tell you back then, but I dragged it until now. I hope the general won't blame me."
"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it. I'm not a gossipy person."
"It will be hard for us to meet again after we part today. Although the general and I have a comradeship, it will gradually disappear as time goes by. It's okay to bring up some things."
Helian Yingzhu frowned: "You don't need to be so cold, Lin Feng, friendship is like wine, the longer it is sealed in the soil, the mellower the taste."
"I just feel a little emotional." Mu Lin looked at her with a smile and clinked glasses with her. Humans and immortals have different standards for measuring time. Mortals will be old after a few decades, but for immortals, it is just a drop in the ocean on the long journey to immortality.
"I was born in a relatively wealthy family. My father and I depended on each other for survival. We were usually accompanied by distant relatives and friends... I was uneducated and unskilled at that time. I felt that staying at home was too boring and I was noisy every day. Now when I think back, I know how to cherish things only when I lose them."
The regretful and nostalgic look in Mu Lin's eyes was replaced by a deep black color. "Until one day, powerful thieves broke into my home. They forced my father to death, slaughtered all my people, and imprisoned and tortured me in the deepest nightmare. It was like this for a long, long time, from the pain of being in agony to living a life worse than death, it was so long and terribly long. They couldn't get any more benefits from me, so out of a little pity from the winners, they exiled me."
Mu Lin calmed down again, "I wandered around the world with nothing, met countless scammers, and finally learned some truths."
No one treats you nicely for no reason. They only have other intentions after weighing the pros and cons. No matter how bright and beautiful someone's appearance is, the human heart is always unpredictable.
It was her own wishful thinking that was absurd and ridiculous!
Helian Yingzhu drank another glass of wine. Most people in the world are miserable, but it is rare to be as miserable as Lin Feng. Speaking of revenge, with Lin Feng's martial arts, even if he assassinates the emperor, it shouldn't be difficult if he plans carefully, right
"Did you succeed in your revenge?" she asked.
Mu Lin remained silent.
"I don't have the strength to fight my enemies yet."
The jade-white buds of the night-blooming cereus slowly bloom, revealing their tender yellow cores in the deep night. The rich floral fragrance interweaves in the slightly cool air, adding a unique kind of allure and charm.
By the end of the drinking session, Helian Yingzhu was already drunk and passed out on the table. Mu Lin took out a translucent mermaid costume from his bag, gently put it on her, and left in the moonlight.
The crimson mechanical bird swirled down from midair and landed on Mu Lin's shoulder. The moment Mu Lin touched it, it turned into a note.
—The ten-year period has expired, will you return
The smooth and flowing handwriting seemed to be filled with the light scent of pine snow, as if it was looking forward to her return.
Mu Lin was silent for a moment, and finally used his magical power to transform into a white mechanical bird, and watched it fly towards Yingzhou.
A few thousand miles northwest is the North Sea. Mu Lin missed Xilan a little, so he made the trip.
The North Sea Dragon Palace was the same as before. When Xilan and her daughter saw Mu Lin, they were equally surprised and blamed her for taking so long to visit.
The Dragon King of the North Sea saw through Mu Lin's cultivation at a glance and nodded slightly: "Your cultivation has improved a lot."
"Yi Jian has broken through to the second level of Earthly Immortal. This is a major breakthrough. However, it is much more difficult to improve the cultivation level of Dragon Lord at this level."
The second level of earthly immortals is equivalent to the Yuanxian in the immortal level. Ming Yijian has decent talent, so this breakthrough speed is considered fast. The higher the cultivation level, the harder it is to break through. The North Sea Dragon King was able to break through the real person level at the age of more than 20,000. In Mu Lin's eyes, he is a gifted master. Even someone as lucky as Ming Yijian has to keep practicing, so as not to fall behind him.
Mu Lin was wondering how long she would need to cultivate, probably until she broke through to the level of Emperor Immortal. She would then personally send the aging Emperor Immortal to hell, leaving him tormented for eternity in order to avenge the destruction of the underworld.
"Don't you want to go back to Yingzhou to take a look?" Ming Yi asked her.
Mu Lin looked normal, "Master is doing well in Yingzhou, we have been exchanging letters."
"Last year, Emperor Zhechuan sent a letter to Beihai, saying that he couldn't seem to find you." They were all very surprised when they saw the mechanical bird.
"I wrote him a reply. Yijian, have you decided on Erlong's name?"
"Don't mention it. His father and I are having a headache thinking about it. Do you think Feng Jin is nice?" Ming Yijian's attention was diverted, and she started to discuss with Mu Lin with great interest. Mu Lin felt a sense of emptiness in her heart, she pursed her lips and turned her attention back to Ming Yijian.
"Yes, when will he be able to break out of his shell?"
"It will take another one or two hundred years."
"… "
Emperor Zhechuan was playing the zither on Jiuxian Mountain. The bright and gentle sunlight covered him, making the silver light shine brightly. The white mechanical bird cried in the air, and the sound of the zither suddenly stopped. The mechanical bird fell in front of him and turned into a small note.
There was only one word on it: No.
Zhechuan frowned slightly, and the note disappeared at his fingertips. He picked up the zither and entered the bamboo house. Luochen Xianjun was still sleeping on the couch, his sleeping posture was all over the bed, and his hair was lazily spread all over the bed.
The sound of the zither falling on the table was a bit heavy. Luochen Xianjun seemed to be aware of something in his sleep, so he turned over and continued to sleep with his head facing inward. Zhechuan sat at the table and poured himself a cup of tea. The warm and cold water tasted bitter. He put the teacup down heavily. Luochen Xianjun frowned and turned over again. This time he lay flat on his back with his head tilted, and his eyelids were still closed.
It was quiet for a while, and then Zhechuan stood up to go out. He walked to the door and turned back, standing in front of Luochen's couch. After a while, Luochen felt something vaguely, opened his eyes dazedly, and met Zhechuan's gaze as he lowered his eyes to look at him.
"Oh my god! Zhechuan, what are you doing!!" Luochen Xianjun subconsciously struggled to the inside of the bed, stroked his chest and looked at Zhechuan in shock, with a look on his face that said, "You are such a person!"
"Why are you standing by my bed when you have nothing to do? Did you come to Jiuxian Mountain to scare me? The ten-year period is up, why haven't you gone to pick up Mu Lin yet?"
"She's not coming back."
"If she doesn't want to come back, then don't come back... You said she won't go back to Yingzhou? No way, how can a master and a disciple hold a grudge overnight? Besides, wasn't she fine when she left?"
“…” Something was wrong half a month before she left.
"Don't look at me like that. How can I know the reason if you don't know it? Maybe she just didn't stay long enough..." Immortal Lord Luochen really didn't realize that Zhechuan was obsessed with his apprentice. He said unhappily, "Instead of racking your brains here and still not being able to figure it out, why don't you just go and ask your good apprentice? If you want her to go back to Yingzhou, then let her vent her dissatisfaction with you. You can find her location with just a little calculation, right?"
Mu Lin only stayed for a short while, and after arranging homework for Xiao Xilan, she left Beihai. She had experienced enough of mortal life, and she didn't want to return to Yingzhou. She wanted to find Mo Wangchen, but he was troubled by his mysterious whereabouts. This thought flashed through her mind.
Mu Lin thought about it. She had never seen many demons. The North Sea Dragon King had many friends. When they were chatting, he mentioned that the Magic City Feicheng would hold an auction every thirty years. Mu Lin decided to go and see it.
Among the six realms of gods, immortals, humans, demons, monsters, and the underworld, the underworld has been destroyed for ten thousand years and cannot be sensed. The gods are not a place she can set foot in. The immortals are nothing to her. The demon world has been declining for tens of thousands of years, and the order has not been rebuilt until now. Most of the powerful monsters have moved to the demon world and lived together with the demons. Apart from the bloody, violent and evil parts, the demon world is also a thriving place full of talents, and it also has something in common with the order of the human world. Of course, they believe in the law of the jungle in their bones, which is an instinct engraved in their blood.
Qi'an Demon Realm is where most demon races gather. Master had traveled there when he was young and recalled that it was not peaceful there. Mu Lin felt deeply touched after only half a day in the Demon Realm. An incense stick ago, she encountered the thirteenth wave of demons who wanted to kill people and rob goods. She was dressed very low-key, but they still wanted to cause trouble. Mu Lin's unhappiness that had been suppressed in her heart for several years dissipated a lot as she rolled up her sleeves and beat them up.
The young man with red lips and white teeth, wearing a black robe with red edges, exuded a murderous aura, and the weaker demons retreated from him when they saw him from afar. Mu Lin beat people all the way to the Demon City Feicheng, and the atmosphere here became peaceful and calm.
Mu Lin found a hotel run by a thousand-year-old tree demon and rented a room with the hard currency of wood spirit jade. The tree demon proprietress sensed her unpredictable strength and carefully reminded her not to use messy spirit fire in the room as the room was flammable. Mu Lin nodded and walked up the wooden stairs.
The room was made by the tree demon with his own body. The whole style was simple and rustic, and there was a faint wood fragrance lingering in Mu Lin's ears. She found her room, walked around it twice, and found that except for the dim light, the conditions were not bad.
There were still a few days before the auction started. Mu Lin knew that the auction house was accepting elixirs, and she couldn't help but have some ideas. She wanted to refine some elixirs and entrust them to sell them, so as to earn some spiritual jade to fill her purse that had become empty because of Yang Xilan. Suffering from the lack of a suitable place to refine elixirs in the demon world, Mu Lin had to take out a few bottles of mid- and high-level elixirs that she had refined before, and went to the auction house for appraisal and valuation, and by the way, apply for a membership that could participate in the auction.
This was not a difficult task. The quality of the pills made by Mu Lin was excellent. Although they were not particularly rare or precious, they were large in quantity, high in quality, and high in grade. You know, there were very few demons who could make pills, but there were countless demons who needed pills. Pills were always in short supply in the demon world.
The receptionist knew that Mu Lin was an alchemist and did not even inquire into her identity. He readily accepted all the pills, asked for permission from his superiors, presented Mu Lin with a gold VIP card, and diligently helped Mu Lin arrange her participation in the auction, then tactfully expressed his willingness for long-term cooperation.
"Master Lin, we have decided to auction your elixir at this auction. According to the regulations, we will charge a 10% handling fee for the auctioned item. After the auction is successful, our bank will transfer the spiritual jade to your gold card within one hour..."
"Can."
"You know, we are honored to cooperate with a master of alchemy like you..." Mu Lin said that as long as there were enough medicinal materials, she would not mind helping them refine some pills. The two sides hit it off and the cooperation was quite pleasant.