In the Cloud Sky Sect, most Nascent Soul cultivators were in the outer sect, but there were still a few in the inner sect. However, most of these Nascent Soul cultivators focused on alchemy and rarely on fights.
Just like the one Nascent Cultivator in the southern courtyard, who was currently using his own Nascent fire and the earth’s fire to refine a batch of pills that would increase his cultivation level.
On the way to the southern courtyard, Wang Lin hid all traces himself and moved like a ghost. He arrived outside the southern courtyard and stared at the white fog as he walked in.
Cheng Xian told Wang Lin where he lived. The fog had no effect on the current Wang Lin. The moment he spread out his divine sense, he could clearly see everything in the southern courtyard.
Close to the center of the courtyard, Wang Lin noticed a fluctuation of spiritual power. He could clearly see that there was an early stage Nascent Soul cultivator there.
The moment Wang Lin’s divine sense passed by, the Nascent Soul cultivator noticed Wang Lin’s presence. He was startled and wanted to immediately head out, but he suddenly stopped, looked at the pill furnace, and began to hesitate.
As for Wang Lin, the moment he found out that there was a Nascent Soul cultivator, and only an early stage one at that, he waved his hand and a small flag appeared.
Almost immediately, the flag grew and trapped the Nascent Soul cultivator.
Wang Lin let out a cold smile. If the cultivator had reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul, then he would have immediately given up on helping Cheng Xian and would’ve left.
But since the Nascent Soul cultivator was only at the early stage, Wang Lin had no fear. Although the restriction flag was weaker without him controlling it, it could still trap an early stage Nascent Soul cultivator for a quarter of an hour.
A quarter of an hour was enough for Wang Lin to do everything he wanted to do.
Wang Lin no longer bothered with the Nascent Soul cultivator as he continued to walk in the white fog. No one noticed that he had trapped the Nascent Soul cultivator with the restriction flag.
Wang Lin easily moved in the white fog and arrived at Cheng Xian’s room. In the scan by his divine sense earlier, Wang Lin had already found that Cheng Xian was here, but the situation seemed a bit dangerous.
Cheng Xian was laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Two streams of tears flowed down from his eyes and the spiritual energy in his body was in chaos.
By his side stood an overweight middle aged man. The middle aged man sighed as he threw pills into Cheng Xian’s mouth and scolded, “Little brat, I already told you that those girls are nothing but trouble, especially that girl named Tong. Very cunning and devious. She’s not someone you can handle. Do you understand now? From now on, stop thinking about chasing girls and follow your teacher in learning alchemy. That is the proper path.”
Cheng Xian didn’t listen to a word of it. As the pills entered his mouth, the spiritual energy in his body slowly calmed down.
His teacher sighed and said, “I know you’re frustrated. How many times have you gone there? If it wasn’t for me throwing away my pride, you would have already lost your life. The western courtyard isn’t a place you can freely go to. This time, don’t blame teacher for trapping you here. The western courtyard has already sent word. If you keep causing trouble, they will destroy your cultivation.” The middle aged man shook his head and left the room.