Wang Ling Bestowed a Gold Token
However, he hesitated. The newcomer's strength was unfathomable, and his temperament was extraordinary. His voice was extremely cold when he spoke, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if he were facing a puppet rather than a person.
Looking at his attire, the loose white robes still couldn't conceal his robust physique, and there was a blood-red sword on his back, clearly not an ordinary weapon.
Just as he hesitated, Wang Ling said coldly, "What? Afraid to admit it, afraid I'll snatch it from you? Your mediocre skills are no different from a child's in my eyes. Even if you've learned the Tathagata Fist Manual, I can kill you with a single finger."
"My name is Lin Qing. What I just used was indeed the Tathagata Fist Manual. I presume you are Lord Wang Ling?" Lin Qing suddenly said.
Many thoughts raced through his mind. He had heard that another Executive was coming from the Prefectural City, named Wang Ling, a notorious killer in the Prefectural City Soul-Calming Office, who was extremely cruel and ruthless in dealing with cultists and prisoners.
The person in front of him had an extremely cold demeanor, was incredibly skilled in martial arts, and possessed profound knowledge. He seemed to disregard Tathagata Fist Manual, which immediately reminded him of Wang Ling.
And clearly, he guessed correctly.
Wang Ling maintained a stern expression, but a hint of change finally appeared in his voice. "Lin Qing? So it's you, the martial arts prodigy Ran Hongxia spoke of!"
He suddenly appeared in front of Lin Qing, raised his hand and patted Lin Qing's body up and down rapidly. His hand speed was so fast that it left afterimages. Lin Qing had no time to dodge and had no intention of dodging.
"Truly a low-grade Yin Bone." Wang Ling dodged back, creating five more steps of distance.
Lin Qing felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and he didn't know how Wang Ling had determined the Yin Bone Quality.
"Alright, your Yin Bone is poor, but there are ways to make up for it later. If your Talent is lacking, then there's no hope. The fact that you were able to practice the Tathagata Fist Manual the fourth move without any guidance is enough to prove that your martial Talent is one in a million. Ran Hongxia's judgment was correct."
As Wang Ling spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and flicked it, Gold Token towards Lin Qing. Lin Qing reached out and grabbed the token.
"This is the Gold Token of the Prefectural City Soul-Calming Office. This time, the Prefectural City Soul-Calming Office is going out to preside over the Reexamination and select Executive. There are four deacons in total, and each of them has a Gold Token and can select one genius."
This Gold Token bring you immense benefits; you'll start at a high level, have a high status, and receive better treatment.
"However, I must remind you, once you accept this Gold Token, you will be my subordinate when you go to the Prefectural City. You cannot go to another place." Wang Ling said calmly.
"Lin Qing is willing to follow you, sir!" Lin Qing shouted.
With Gold Token so scarce and this powerful backer, he felt like he was out of his mind if he hesitated for even a second.
"Remember what you said. From now on, I, Wang Ling, will be your protector!" Wang Ling's tone was calm, but it contained an undeniable coldness and domineering attitude.
"My lord, I have been waiting for you for a long time. The Eight-Armed Buddha is currently in my home. You may come with me to retrieve it," Lin Qing said, bowing again.
He was just wondering what to do with the Wooden Idol, and now this was the perfect opportunity.
"No rush. Tathagata Fist Manual is precious, the Soul-Calming Office also has a collection in the Prefectural City. The so-called number one fist in the world has been lost for many years and is just a folk rumor. It's not as important as you think, so you don't need to be nervous," Wang Ling added.
"Understood, sir." Lin Qing nodded, feeling that the title of "Number One Fist in the World" was a bit too much.
Moreover, if it were truly that precious, it wouldn't have been contested by a group of forces in the county town for so many days; powerful figures would have arrived long ago.
"Han Shantong, that scoundrel, colluded with the Bai'e Cult and wreaked havoc on the people. It's too good for him to die like this. If he fell into my hands, I would definitely rip out his heart, liver, intestines, and stomach, and let him die in extreme agony."
At this moment, Wang Ling arrived next to Han Shantong's corpse and kicked it, causing it to flip over.
His words were chilling, but his tone was calm, as if he were recounting the most insignificant matter.
Lin Qing thought to himself, "Wang Ling is truly an extremely ruthless person."
Just then, a sharp pain shot through his head, causing him to stumble and nearly fall to the ground.
He couldn't describe the feeling; it was as if a part of his soul had been ripped away, leaving him with an unprecedented sense of weakness.
Wang Ling glanced around and saw this scene. He raised his hand and flicked his wrist, sending a small jade-white box flying out of his sleeve. It flew towards Lin Qing in a flash.
Lin Qing reached out and grabbed the box, which landed in his palm. He went to the front of a shop and used the eaves to block the raindrops from falling. He then opened the box and saw a small brown pill inside, about the size of a jujube, perfectly round and plump, emitting a bitter smell.
"This is a Soul-Nourishing Pill. You've been afflicted by an evil spell. Just now, Han Shantong used the Spirit-Devouring Demon Child's evil spell, called Soul-Devouring Mind Probe."
"He used this method to absorb a portion of your soul energy, which is why you feel headache and weakness. Swallow this Soul-Nourishing Pill, and you will recover in half an hour," Wang Ling instructed.
"Thank you, sir. This evil magic is truly amazing." Lin Qing exclaimed, secretly replacing the Chen Family Bell Doctor Secret Codex into his Equipment Slot, and a wealth of medical knowledge instantly flooded his mind.
He wanted to see if there was any information about the Soul-Nourishing Pill inside, but he didn't recall it, and indeed there wasn't.
So he decided not to take the pill yet, even though his head was hurting, it wasn't unbearable yet.
He needed to go back and carefully examine whether the pill was poisonous before taking it. Although Wang Ling had no reason to harm him, he was used to being cautious, and he couldn't swallow a pill given to him without testing its authenticity and toxicity.
"The Spirit-Devouring Demon Child is nothing more than a lowly Evil Spirits of the Bai'e Cult, slightly stronger than Red Embroidered Lady, but only by a limited margin. If you can't even withstand this, you'll be even less able to fight back when you encounter more powerful evil magic in the future." Wang Ling's tone remained calm.
"May I ask, sir, how can we combat evil magic?" Lin Qing asked, seizing the opportunity.
He was holed up in this small county town. Although he wanted to read and broaden his horizons, his knowledge was ultimately limited. Now that he had finally met Wang Ling, who had come from the Prefectural City, he naturally wanted to ask him more questions and try to expand his knowledge.
Wang Ling showed great patience. "There are two conventional ways to fight against evil magic. The first is to strengthen your physique. When your physique is strong, your qi and blood are vigorous, and you will have a stronger resistance to both Evil Spirits and evil magic."
The second method is to directly strengthen the soul; a strong enough soul makes one impervious to evil magic.
However, Jiangyin County, being such a small county, doesn't have any methods to enhance the soul. You'll find out when you get to the Prefectural City."
"I see." Lin Qing nodded slightly.
Just then, Wang Ling's gaze sharpened, and a fierce killing intent erupted from his body.
"The battle has begun! Tonight, I will make the Han Family's blood flow like a river!"
Wang Ling uttered a single sentence, then suddenly leaped into the air, displaying his Lightness Skill, soaring and tumbling between the Pavilion and houses, disappearing in the swirling rain in an instant.
"The Han Family is finally going to fall." Lin Qing was overjoyed and felt much lighter.
Tonight, he killed Han Shantong and dealt with the Eight-Armed Buddha. All potential crises were swept away, and he also gained the support of Wang Ling. He no longer has to live in fear.