In truth, this was Wang Lin’s intention as well. Qiu Siping now had his full attention. In fact, anything related to helping him form his Nascent Soul would interest him.
After all, Wang Lin was already at the late stage of Core Formation. Nascent Soul was an important matter and forming it should always be at the back of his mind.
Once he formed his Nascent Soul, then all that was left for him to do was go back to the country of Zhao and make it bleed. To turn the country of Zhao’s sky blood-red and to cover the ground in blood. He would make all of the cultivators of the country of Zhao never forget that bloody day and make all of his enemies pay their lives as sacrifices for his ancestors.
He wanted to kill everyone in the Teng family, from the elders to the children. He wouldn’t leave even a single animal alive.
He wanted old man Jimo to die without a resting place and all of his disciples to die a miserable death.
He wanted all of those people that secretly helped the Teng family to be punished. He wanted all of them to pay a price they couldn’t withstand.
More importantly, he wanted to rip the soul out of Teng Huayaun. He wanted to skin him, cut him to pieces, and anything else he could think of to make him pay for the 400 years of suffering he made Wang Lin endure.
Qiu Siping waved his right hand and a bottle of wine and two cups appeared. He personally poured both cups, then took one up and drank a sip. He smiled and said, “Fellow cultivator, this is a high quality wine made from the Can Yun fruit from the northern part of the Sea of Devils. With just one sip, one will savor it for a long time. Why doesn’t fellow cultivator try it?”
Wang Lin didn’t urge the other to answer his question. He took up the cup and carefully examined it, as if there was something very interesting about the wine.
The high quality wine in the cup was a crystal clear, jade green color. Very beautiful.
Qiu Siping sipped his wine for a long time, and after seeing that Wang Lin seemed to have no interest in such things, he warily smiled and said, “Fellow cultivator, if it was someone else that asked me about this matter, I definitely wouldn’t tell them. But you are different. Both you and I are at the late stage of Core Formation and we both dream of reaching that high and far away Nascent Soul stage.”
“As for the matter about the Nascent Souls stuck in Gui Xi, one of them is my master!”
With that, Qiu Siping’s gaze fell on Wang Lin.
Wang Lin looked at the cup a little more before putting it down. He blandly said, “Killing your master? It’s not a big deal. I have done it before too.”
Qiu Siping let out a laugh and said, “Not to keep this from fellow cultivator, but he didn’t have any good intentions when he accepted me as his disciple. He and my senior martial brother are both Nascent Soul cultivators. When they both were in closed door training, I secretly sabotaged them. Thinking about it now, they have been in Gui Xi for 30 years. Based on my calculations, those two should be almost completely taken over by the demons, which means this is the perfect time to take their Nascent Souls. With one for each of us, the chances of us breaking through to Nascent Soul will be greatly increased.”
Wang Lin raised his eyebrows. He pondered for a while, then slowly said, “I don’t see what this has to do with knowing ancient restrictions.”
Qiu Siping let out a wry smile. He drank the rest of his wine, then said, “The place my master is cultivating is an ancient cultivation cave. He accidently found it and made it his own.”