By the time Lin Jin returned to Black Wind Sect, the banquet was coming to an end. As the sect's' grandmaster ', Curator had to be present. After drinking a few cups of wine, the golden-winged monster bade farewell to his only son and ran back to Golden Wing Cliff.
Before he left, the golden-winged monster said that when his son woke up, the first thing he would do was to thank Curator and repay him for saving his life.
Lin Jin nodded.
Making use of this matter to get on good terms with a rank six demon cultivator would definitely be a profitable business.
After the banquet ended and the guests left, Lin Jin went to check on Hu Yuzhen.
Due to the spirit refinement needle, Hu Yuzhen was still unconscious. Beside her, Taoist Hu was concerned.
Beneath his mask, Lin Jin wore a solemn expression. Using the spirit refinement needle to make Hu Yuzhen fall asleep was actually to protect her. Other than that, it was also to seal that strange 'blood talisman' in her body.
Now that everything else was settled, it was time to deal with this blood talisman.
Lin Jin already knew where this blood talisman came from. In the past, he might have been at a loss and even had a hard time dealing with it. But that was then and this was now. He had many more tricks up his sleeves so dealing with this blood talisman was much easier.
"Taoist Hu, please guard the cave entrance. Don't let anyone in." Lin Jin was issuing orders in the name of Curator so Taoist Hu dared not disobey.
After Taoist Hu stood guard at the cave entrance, only Curator and the fake Lin Jin were left in the cave.
Invoking a spell, Lin Jin used the spirit refinement needle to slowly force the blood talisman out of Hu Yuzhen's body bit by bit. A blood talisman was pierced by several spirit refinement needles and was forcefully pulled out of Hu Yuzhen's body.
The blood energy on the blood talisman pulsated as it tried to force the surrounding spirit refinement needles back but failed every time. It was clear that Lin Jin had the upper hand in this matter.
"Who are you? Show yourself." Lin Jin changed his spell and the spirit refinement needle with the blood talisman changed accordingly.
It was as if the tightly shut door had been opened halfway.
In an instant, a bloody light emerged from the blood talisman. It was like a mass of blood floating in the air, rolling and flowing. It was incomparably strange. If a timid person saw this mass of blood mist twisting and deforming, they would probably piss their pants.
A moment later, the blood mist condensed into a giant human face.
This human face was ferocious and terrifying. There seemed to be two beams of ghostly light flickering in its eyes. It was clear that a Divine Soul that wasn't weak was currently looking over through the blood eye.
Staring at the bloody face, Lin Jin felt like he had seen it before. Then, he remembered.
"It really is him!"
Lin Jin mumbled to himself.
It was Patriarch Bloodcloak.
When he saw the blood amulet in Hu Yuzhen's body, Lin Jin already had this speculation. Now that he saw the bloody face, he was even more certain of it.
In other words, Hu Yuzhen was not actually injured. She was just being controlled by the Blood Talisman.
Now that the blood talisman had been forced out by Lin Jin's Spirit Casting Needle, Hu Yuzhen was safe. Moreover, Lin Jin had completely suppressed the blood talisman's power so he wasn't afraid of her stirring up any trouble.
In the next moment, a burst of laughter came from the giant face.
"Are you the curator?"
It was Patriarch Xue Pao's voice. Lin Jin had met him before at Jade Dragon City, and because of Yang Qingshi's incident, they had a grudge against each other. Hence, Lin Jin recognized this voice immediately.
"Patriarch Xue Pao!" Lin Jin called out coldly.
Hehe!
A strange cackle ensued.
"Not bad. So you know my name. You must have heard it from your precious disciple!" Patriarch Xue Pao glared at the 'fake Lin Jin' with a menacing gaze.
However, Patriarch Xue Pao's threat was destined to be fruitless.
Because this was a 'fake Lin Jin', a mere smokescreen. Forget threatening, even if someone held a knife to his neck, the fake Lin Jin wouldn't bat an eyelid.
"It's just a thought. Do you think I won't destroy you right now?" Lin Jin couldn't stand Patriarch Xue Pao's arrogance so he threatened him coldly.
Patriarch Xue Pao's expression darkened. He couldn't possibly remain indifferent to the curator's threat. Based on the current situation, this curator was indeed powerful. The thought Patriarch Xue Pao had left in the blood talisman was no match for him.
"Why do you have to do this? I have no grudge against you, Curator. I do have a grudge against your disciple, but since ancient times, it's better to squash enmity than to keep it alive. I, Patriarch Xue, am a magnanimous man. I won't lower myself to the level of a junior. "He was clearly trying to make peace.
He had no other choice.
Now that Patriarch Xue Pao's thought talisman had been subdued by Lin Jin, it couldn't do anything. If he didn't make peace now, he would surely be killed.
He wouldn't gain anything from this.
This wasn't in Patriarch Xue Pao's best interest so he decided to make peace and even seek cooperation.
After all, he knew a lot about the 'Curator'. Just like everyone else, Patriarch Xue Pao treated the curator as an immortal expert.
Lin Jin naturally noticed something as well. He coldly laughed, "Ancestor Xue Pao, you schemed and schemed to inject the blood talisman into Hu Yuzhen's body, making use of her to come to my Black Wind Demon Sect. Why exactly did you do that? Tell me, if I don't like it, I'm sorry, but you can forget about keeping this strand of will of yours."
Now that Lin Jin had the upper hand, he wasn't going to hold back.
Moreover, to Lin Jin, a demon like Patriarch Xue Pao had to be eradicated.
Back then, to deal with Patriarch Xue Pao, the Daolord revealed his immortal aura and was caught red-handed by the Rank 9 immortal devouring beast. He was injured and died of depression.
Hence, when it came to scheming, no one could compare to Patriarch Xue Pao. Working with someone like him was like asking a tiger for its skin.
Lin Jin wouldn't do something so stupid.
But before that, he had to figure out Patriarch Xue Pao's goal so he could be prepared. After all, Lin Jin had planned to get rid of the threat that was Patriarch Xue Pao.
Patriarch Xue Pao smirked. "Curator, even if you're not an immortal, you're probably close to one. Let me ask you, do you know why there are no traces of immortals in this world?"
He was clearly digging a hole.
Most people would definitely be very curious about this question. After all, the Ancient Dao of Immortals, flying in the sky and burrowing into the earth, living forever, and being free from the universe was something that everyone yearned for. Especially those experts whose strength was extraordinary, the more they yearned for it.
Having said that, Patriarch Xue Pao carefully observed the 'Curator'. It was a pity that the curator was wearing a mask so Lin Jin couldn't see his expression.
"D * mn it, why is he the same as that prop from back then? Why is he wearing a mask? Is he too ashamed to show his face?" Patriarch Xue Pao fumed.
At the curator's lack of reaction, Patriarch Xue Pao's heart skipped a beat. He could only bite the bullet and continue, "Aren't you curious about the whereabouts of immortals, Curator?"
"You know?" Lin Jin caught the crux of the matter.
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