Wang Lin Successfully Possesses Ma Liang

Yang Sen and the others stared at Luo Chuan in utter shock, unable to believe that the handsome young man before them was actually a senior at the Spirit Transformation stage!

Was this even the limit of what a human could achieve?

Both Yang Sen and Zhou Jin clutched their chests, sweat pouring down their faces uncontrollably; they had clearly felt the terrifying pressure of a Spirit Transformation powerhouse.

Yang Sen hurriedly bowed, his voice trembling as he said, "I have offended you just now, I hope the senior will not take offense."

Luo Chuan glanced at Yang Sen, his gaze lingering on the Ancestor Feng Luan, and said indifferently, "No need for such formalities. This Seat has come to retrieve my disciples. As long as you do not disturb This Seat, I have no time to concern myself with you."

Hearing this, Yang Sen and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, offending a Spirit Transformation powerhouse was certainly not a good thing for them.

Ancestor Feng Luan flew over at this moment, looked at the Luo Chuan before her, and raised an eyebrow. "Are you... Little Chuan?"

"Luan'er, hold your tongue!"

Upon hearing Feng Luan address the Spirit Transformation senior in such a manner, the War God Hall Ancestor Yang Sen was so terrified that his face turned ashen. He immediately snapped at Feng Luan, fearing that this woman would offend the senior before them.

Zhou Jin was also trembling with fear, already contemplating how he might detach his Nascent Soul from his physical body to ensure his lifespan would not be threatened.

Luo Chuan stood with one hand behind his back and nodded. "Sister Feng Luan, it has been a long time. You are still as charming as ever."

"It really is you!"

Feng Luan looked at Luo Chuan in astonishment, unable to believe that the junior who had only been at the Foundation Establishment realm back then had now broken through to the Spirit Transformation stage.

Yang Sen was also filled with confusion, subconsciously looking at Zhou Jin beside him. His heart was full of doubt—could his dao companion really be acquainted with this Spirit Transformation powerhouse?

Back when Luo Chuan was still in the Foundation Establishment realm, he had encountered Feng Luan, a Nascent Soul powerhouse who had entered the Zhao Kingdom.

At that time, not only did Feng Luan not dislike Luo Chuan, but she actually admired him quite a bit, even wanting to take him as her disciple, though she was ultimately refused by Luo Chuan.

Yet, only twenty-some years had passed, and the junior of the Foundation Establishment realm had undergone a complete transformation, becoming a Spirit Transformation expert revered by all.

Who could possibly accept such a thing?

Feng Luan flew to the front of Luo Chuan, raised her jade hand, and pinched Luo Chuan's cheek, smiling. "It's been over twenty years, and you've really changed a lot. Just a moment ago, Sister almost didn't recognize you."

Yang Sen wiped the sweat from his forehead and sent a telepathic message: "Luan'er... mind your manners. Luo Chuan is now at the Spirit Transformation stage; you must not offend him."

Hearing her dao companion's message, Feng Luan withdrew her hand and asked with great curiosity, "Little Chuan, have you been cultivating in the Mist Forest of the Zhao Kingdom for these past ten-plus years?"

"That is correct." Luo Chuan nodded. "Unless there is a major event in the sect, I spend all other time in diligent cultivation."

"Even with the most diligent cultivation, it shouldn't be possible to break through from the Foundation Establishment realm to the Spirit Transformation stage in just twenty-some years."

"Just luck, that is all."

Luo Chuan sat steadily on the ground, then flicked his sleeves, causing the Nascent Soul cultivators who were kneeling on the ground to stand up as well. They were even more terrified of the strength of a Spirit Transformation powerhouse.

It was truly terrifying and shocking.

To reach the mid-stage of Spirit Transformation at such a young age—if he were given enough time, wouldn't breaking through to the Ascendant Realm be a simple matter?

The other Nascent Soul cultivators naturally dared not speak out despite their anger, and they retreated two steps, keeping a safe distance from this Spirit Transformation expert.

Ancestor Feng Luan looked at the Luo Chuan beside her and sighed deeply. "I never expected that the junior of the past would grow into an existence that even I cannot reach."

"Is this the genius who reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment at the age of eight?"

For Feng Luan, she had only encountered Luo Chuan by chance back then, and she had been attracted by his temperament and talent.

Had she not been occupied with matters at the time, Feng Luan might have brought Luo Chuan to the War God Hall to cultivate without a second thought. Given enough time, perhaps the Huofen Kingdom could have been promoted to a Level 4 cultivation nation.

Just then, a golden light instantly transformed into a pillar of light that shot straight into the clouds, dyeing the originally azure sky a deep, reddish gold.

Feeling the energy fluctuations emanating from the air, the War God Hall powerhouses also stopped to watch. After all, in such a situation, it was still unknown how many disciples would survive.

However, seeing that only a few disciples had returned, the War God Hall powerhouses all furrowed their brows, staring intently at the situation before them.

It was at this moment that a handsome youth dressed in War God Hall robes stepped out. His aura surged, causing even the Core Formation stage cultivators to frown.

"Is that Ma Liang?"

The other Core Formation cultivators were also somewhat surprised. After all, the Ma Liang of the past was never this cold and piercing. Could it be that something happened in the Outer Realm Battlefield?

Luo Chuan shifted his gaze from Zhou Zihong to Ma Liang. As a transmigrator, he naturally knew that this Ma Liang was no longer the Ma Liang of the War God Hall, but merely a body possessed by Wang Lin.

Ma Liang noticed Luo Chuan at this moment, and when he saw him, a trace of imperceptible, strange emotion flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Disciple Ma Liang greets the Ancestor."

Wang Lin walked over and bowed to Ancestor Feng Luan, Ancestor Yang Sen, and the others.

Ancestor Feng Luan ignored her disciple Ma Liang, keeping her gaze fixed on the Outer Realm Battlefield, as if waiting for the moment Luo Chuan's disciples would return.

Just as the Outer Realm Battlefield was about to close, two figures finally flew out from the passage.

They were A-Dai and Liu Mei, whom Luo Chuan had sent into the Outer Realm Battlefield years ago.

Now, both Liu Mei and A-Dai had reached the half-step Core Formation stage, commonly known as the False Core realm; they were only a day or two away from breaking through to the Core Formation stage.

If they wanted to break through to the Core Formation stage directly, they would need to consume the Tianli Pill of the Luohe Sect to increase their chances of success.

"Master!"

Liu Mei and A-Dai ran over and bowed respectfully toward Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan stood with one hand behind his back and nodded with satisfaction. "Not bad. It seems your harvest from this trip to the Outer Realm Battlefield has been quite bountiful."

A-Dai scratched his head and answered with a smile, "The harvest wasn't exactly bountiful, but being able to breathe in the air of the Outer Realm Battlefield was quite nice."

Hearing A-Dai's words, Luo Chuan smiled without a word, then looked at Ancestor Feng Luan of the War God Hall and said softly, "Sister Feng Luan, I have a matter for which I would like the War God Hall's assistance."

"Assistance?"

Feng Luan subconsciously looked at Yang Sen beside her, her brows furrowing slightly. After all, she had never heard of a Spirit Transformation powerhouse needing help from Nascent Soul cultivators.