The Red Fire Sect had been built on a low hill. Its grounds were not very large, and it had only one weak spiritual vein.
Underground, however, lay a Medium-Grade Geothermal Fire Zone. Its flames were extremely intense, making it ideal for artifact refining.
Under the influence of the earth fire, the temperature here was much higher than elsewhere. A wild vegetable popular among the common folk grew here, so Chen Lin posed as someone gathering vegetables and observed from a distance.
For three days in a row, Chen Lin came to investigate, changing his appearance each time. He encountered several disciples in the early qi refinement realm and mid qi refinement realm, but did not make a move.
Disciples with cultivation like theirs had no access to the sect's inner circle. Even if he acted, he would gain no useful information.
Finally, on the fourth day, he encountered a Red Fire Sect disciple heading out alone.
It was a young man in the qi condensation late stage. After leaving the sect's mountain gate, he headed toward the city.
As he passed Chen Lin, he glanced at him. Seeing only a mortal, he paid him no mind and cast a flying spell, streaking through the air!
He failed to notice that, at the very moment he rose into the air, a barely perceptible black thread shot toward him and landed on the top of his head.
Only after the man disappeared from sight did Chen Lin rub the bell in his hand and close his eyes to sense its signal. Then he leisurely picked up his bamboo basket and walked toward the city.
This was the Soul-Pulling Thread, a magical tool he had obtained from Yue Baifeng. It was exceptionally discreet, and its tracking range was more than adequate.
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