During these two days, in the intervals between cultivation, Wang Lin also had brief exchanges with Electrolux.
Elder Yi did not hide anything and directly informed Wang Lin about the situation of the Undead Demiplane.
So Wang Lin naturally had to make some preparations.
With the supplies on the list, if he encountered an enemy he couldn't deal with, at worst, he could run into the Undead Demiplane and hide for a period of time before coming out.
He must ensure the combat strategy of being able to run away if he couldn't win!
"Go ahead. Don't leave Heaven Dou City."
Zhang Peng handed the list back to Wang Lin, clearly not wanting to care about why Wang Lin bought these messy things.
However, after taking the list, Wang Lin stood still, looking at Zhang Peng eagerly.
"Um, Uncle Zhang, I don't have enough money on me. Could you sponsor a bit?"
Zhang Peng: ...Are we very close!?
Although they were indeed not close, in the end, Zhang Peng still gave Wang Lin two thousand Gold Soul Coins.
Taking the money, Wang Lin went straight to the grain store in Heaven Dou City and started purchasing.
Besides rice and salt, Wang Lin also bought a lot of dried goods with a long shelf life, such as cured meat, air-dried mushrooms, etc.
A large amount of food filled a small half of the space in Wang Lin's storage soul tool.
Close to ten cubic meters of food reserve was enough for Wang Lin to eat for a period of time.
Wang Lin's storage soul tool was an heirloom, not considered large, only thirty cubic meters. The most valuable thing in his inheritance was this storage soul tool.
After solving the food problem, Wang Lin certainly didn't forget the problem of making fire.
He specifically ran to the soul tool market in the city and spent dozens of Gold Soul Coins to buy two soul tool stoves that could be powered by soul power.
Finally, the problem of water. This was also easy to solve; there were many wells in the city.
After running to several wells and storing three cubic meters of water in the soul tool, Wang Lin finally finished a day of busyness.
Returning to the inn, Wang Lin lay on the bed, happily counting the remaining seven hundred or so Gold Soul Coins.
Going out this time, he didn't spend a penny of his own money. While getting more supplies than planned, he also got over seven hundred Gold Soul Coins for free. It was really satisfying!
Anyway, Wang Lin was not prepared to return the remaining money to Zhang Peng.
On the other side, Zhang Peng, who received Wang Lin's itinerary for the day, had a headache right now because Wang Lin actually went to buy food and soul tool stoves.
Zhang Peng completely couldn't understand what Wang Lin was buying these messy things for.
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Clack!
The sound of a chess piece landing rang out. Among the intricate chess pieces on the board, five black pieces connected into a line.
"Ah, lost again."
The youth named Zhang Jian looked at the chessboard, put down the white piece in his hand, and looked at the chessboard with annoyance, thinking about which step he lost at.
Sitting opposite Zhang Jian, Wang Lin didn't care about the result on the chessboard.
It was just Gomoku (Five-in-a-Row); as long as he moved first, it was a guaranteed win.
In his previous life, he had specifically learned the joseki online just to bully his eldest nephew.
And Zhang Jian in front of him, although three to five years older than his eldest nephew, was ultimately an eleven or twelve-year-old youth.
A week passed, and Zhang Jian also accepted the status quo.
Although Wang Lin had lived two lives, he did not reject getting along with peers of his physical age.
So in just a few days, Wang Lin gained another follower.
"Again, Brother Lin."
Zhang Jian pondered for a while and really couldn't figure it out, so he put away the black and white pieces on the chessboard and put them back into their respective containers.
"Not playing anymore. Someone is coming."
Wang Lin waved his hand, signaling Zhang Jian to put away the chessboard and pieces.
He stood up, looking intently in the direction of the room door, while speaking deeply in his heart.
"Elder Yi, are there auras of Long Xiaoyao and Zhang Peng?"
"No. Four people, coming for you. Although the aura on their bodies is hidden, they are inevitably pure Evil Soul Masters of this world. One of them is only slightly weaker than Long Xiaoyao. Be careful."
Electrolux's voice rang out in Wang Lin's ear.
"Okay!"
Wang Lin answered in his heart. It was also at this moment that his room door was pushed open directly.
A middle-aged man with short silver hair walked in together with three hunched figures in black robes.
That man's silver hair was very dense, and the strands looked very hard, like steel needles.
With starry eyebrows and bright eyes, a straight nose and square mouth, his appearance was actually quite handsome.
Although handsome, he made Wang Lin very disgusted because the middle-aged man's deep purple eyes, full of aggression, were sizing him up like prey.
"Senior, do you have any business?"
Wang Lin turned sideways to shield Zhang Jian behind him, feeling extremely helpless in his heart.
Holy Spirit Cult again. It's really annoying.
Although it wasn't clear who the person in front of him was at the moment.
But Wang Lin knew he inevitably came to cause trouble for him. He was now beginning to doubt the correctness of the decision to stay in the Holy Spirit Cult and become Long Xiaoyao's disciple.
Clearly agreed on three days, but except for Zhang Peng coming once five days ago and letting him freeload two thousand Gold Soul Coins, until now...
Let alone Long Xiaoyao, he hadn't even seen Zhang Peng again.
But even so, Wang Lin didn't think about slipping away. There were two main reasons.
First, when he went to purchase things five days ago, Elder Yi marked quite a few places in the city.
He could already use the Undead Demiplane to take him away at any time.
Second, the Body Sect itself had a big problem. It would be quickly wiped out at a time Wang Lin didn't know and for reasons he didn't know.
So compared to the uncertainty of the Body Sect, having a Limit Douluo as a teacher was obviously more cost-effective.
"You are called Wang Lin?"
Unlike the middle-aged man's aggressive gaze, his voice was very peaceful, even carrying a bit of kindness.
"Yes, Senior, my name is Wang Lin."
Wang Lin answered honestly.
"Then your mart..."
Just halfway through the sentence, the middle-aged man suddenly paused and murmured: "Speed is quite fast..."
As the voice fell, the middle-aged man's figure flashed. Almost in the blink of an eye, he instantly flashed in front of Wang Lin.
Whoosh!
The sound of breaking air rang out. A broad palm carrying rich evil energy and terrifying momentum slapped straight toward Wang Lin's head.
Crack!
The sound of glass shattering rang out abruptly.
Blood also flowed from Wang Lin's nasal cavity.
Two soul rings, one yellow and one purple, emerged from his body at this time, circling around Wang Lin.
The palm that caused all this stopped steadily ten centimeters above Wang Lin's head at this moment.
"Eh, Twin Martial Souls, and one of them is a Body Martial Soul..."
That middle-aged man looked at the azure-gold mark lighting up between Wang Lin's eyebrows, sighed with emotion, then turned back to look.
"Zhang Peng, this adopted son of yours has quite good talent!?"
Zhang Peng had stood at the door of Wang Lin's room at some point. Hearing the middle-aged man say so, he smiled insincerely and said: "Heh, the Cult Master overpraises."
"If there is a chance, let me personally perform the Spirit Ascension Ritual for him."
The middle-aged man called Cult Master by Zhang Peng also said with an insincere smile.
"No need for the Cult Master to worry about this."
Zhang Peng's voice turned cold. As a member of the Hall of Worship of the Holy Spirit Cult, he naturally knew what that Spirit Ascension Ritual was.
With good luck, one might not go crazy, but would be affected by the ritual and have mental problems.
With bad luck, one would likely become nourishment for the next Spirit Ascension Ritual.