Taking the long sword that was obviously well-maintained, Wang Lin suddenly remembered that among the love-brained characters in the original work, Jing Ziyan in front of him was a rather special existence.
She was a simp, a genuine, massive simp.
If Ji Juechen hadn't been tricked by Huo Yuhao's three Hao Dong techniques into practicing the Emotion-Filled Sword, Jing Ziyan probably wouldn't have succeeded even if she simped for a lifetime.
Now that Wang Lin was here, and he wouldn't let Ji Juechen follow the old path, this Jing Ziyan would probably be a simp for life.
He hoped she would realize later and stop being a simp.
Understanding this, Wang Lin looked at Ji Juechen and said in a deep voice: "I'll call you Brother Juechen."
"Okay," Ji Juechen nodded, not caring about such minor details.
"Alright, Brother Juechen, I need to remind you that the set of basic sword techniques I'm about to demonstrate may not be real. You must judge for yourself. Don't blame me if there are problems."
Having set up a pre-emptive disclaimer, and after Ji Juechen nodded, Wang Lin brandished the long sword and began demonstrating the techniques for Ji Juechen.
The sword technique was not simple. It had a total of thirty-two main movements when combined with footwork.
These included the sword techniques of thrust, chop, point, scoop, lift, collapse, block, slash, wipe, pare, cloud, hang, parry, and press, combined with footwork such as the bow stance, empty stance, heel stance, resting stance, crouching stance, cross stance, sitting stance, jumping stance, following step, leaping step, turning flash, and knee lift.
In just one demonstration, Ji Juechen had committed it to memory. He picked up the black long sword, which resembled a fire poker, and began to practice.
Some of his movements were even more standard than Wang Lin, the demonstrator. Seeing Ji Juechen completely absorbed, Wang Lin knew his task for the day was complete.
He returned the female-style long sword to Jing Ziyan and said to her: "Senior Sister Jing, I am a student in the Third Laboratory. I do indeed need some help with Soul Tools. When I need it, I'll come find you.
Also, if you want to find me, just come to the Third Laboratory!"
Saying this, Wang Lin pointed to Ji Juechen, who was practicing the sword nearby. Jing Ziyan immediately understood Wang Lin's intention and nodded, but the look in her eyes towards Wang Lin was cautious.
Wang Lin's actions in approaching Ji Juechen today seemed abnormal to her. There is no good deed without a reason; this Wang Lin must be after something.
Noticing the change in Jing Ziyan's expression, Wang Lin didn't care. He was indeed plotting against Ji Juechen. Even if it was for the matter of the Holy Spirit Cult, he needed a powerful fighter.
But he wouldn't let Ji Juechen suffer a loss. When he had time, he would go to the Undead Demigod Plane to see if there was an immortal herb suitable for Ji Juechen.
To make a horse run fast, you must first give it enough grass. Furthermore, Ji Juechen wanted to challenge powerful experts. Were the experts in the Holy Spirit Cult not considered experts?
Moreover, almost all the experts in the Holy Spirit Cult were Evil Soul Masters, so killing them wouldn't weigh on his conscience.
Having achieved his goal, Wang Lin did not linger by the lake. He turned and walked towards Xiao Hongchen, whose attention had now moved away from the thesis.
"You also practice swordsmanship?"
Xiao Hongchen asked, pointing at Ji Juechen practicing the sword by the lake.
"I read it in an ancient book. I don't practice it. Why would I, a Soul Master with a Brain Martial Soul, bother practicing the sword?"
Wang Lin waved his hand. He only knew that one set of basic sword techniques and nothing else.
"But A Lin, what exactly is your purpose for approaching Ji Juechen?"
Walking side-by-side towards the academy gate, Xiao Hongchen finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked in a deep voice.
"My identity is special, you know..." Wang Lin lowered his voice: "I'm already a member of the Holy Spirit Cult, and I'll be a ghost of the Holy Spirit Cult when I die.
But I don't want to be an Evil Soul Master. So, as long as I kill all the Evil Soul Masters in the Holy Spirit Cult, the Holy Spirit Cult will naturally become a normal sect, and I won't have to be an Evil Soul Master anymore.
So, I need a helper."
Wang Lin's words directly stumped Xiao Hongchen. He felt that Wang Lin's logic seemed a bit flawed, yet also perfectly sound.
"Are you serious!?"
Xiao Hongchen didn't dwell on Wang Lin's logic problem but instead asked. He had heard his grandfather mention that there was a Limit Douluo in the Holy Spirit Cult.
"I am very serious."
"Such a dangerous thing, that Sword Lunatic wouldn't participate, right?"
"I will give him an offer he can't refuse."
Saying this, Wang Lin suddenly thought of a way to give that immortal herb to Xiao Hongchen. The look in his eyes towards Xiao Hongchen couldn't help but become eager.
"Uh, don't look at me like that. We're friends, and I hate Evil Soul Masters too!"
Xiao Hongchen misunderstood Wang Lin's meaning at first. After speaking, he leaned close to Wang Lin's ear and said earnestly.
"I can help you, but as an older brother, I hope you won't let Little Meng get involved!"
"Deal."
Although Wang Lin knew Xiao Hongchen had misunderstood, he nodded very seriously, reaching out to touch the special storage soul tool hanging on his waist.
To be honest, let alone Meng Hongchen, Wang Lin hadn't intended to let even Xiao Hongchen get involved in the Holy Spirit Cult's affairs. It was too dangerous.
Moreover, even if he wanted to, Jing Hongchen, who was behind Xiao Hongchen, would certainly not agree. However, Wang Lin had found a reason to give the immortal herb to Xiao Hongchen.
But before that, he needed to find an immortal herb suitable for Ji Juechen.
As the two talked, they quickly reached the academy gate.
"I'm heading back, Little Xiao. Remember to submit the thesis for me, and don't forget the things I mentioned about starting the society and the publication."
Standing at the gate, Wang Lin spoke to Xiao Hongchen.
"You scoundrel, trying to dump all the work on me while you go back. Don't I have other things to do?"
Xiao Hongchen was immediately annoyed by Wang Lin's instructions.
"So, are you going to do it or not?"
Wang Lin asked with a smile. Xiao Hongchen nodded helplessly: "I'll do it. Who asked me to have a friend like you!"
"Good, I'm off then."
"Bye!"
After saying goodbye, Wang Lin walked out of the gate without looking back. With no major events at the academy, Wang Lin naturally had to return to his small courtyard. The enlightenment he promised Wang Dawei could also begin.
It was already afternoon. The food stalls on the street were closed for a break, so Wang Lin did not linger on the street.
He quickly passed through the streets and returned to the door of the small courtyard. He assumed Wang Songguo was taking a nap, so he didn't see him.
Creak!
As he pushed open the small courtyard door, Long Xiaoyao's aged voice immediately sounded,
"You're back, Little Lin."
"Master."
Wang Lin called out, walking into the small courtyard. Long Xiaoyao, dressed in a wide black robe, was standing in the center of the courtyard.
One hand was placed on the shoulder of a black-robed woman. Although Wang Lin couldn't see her face clearly, he could sense a madness almost identical to Wu Yun's from the woman.
"Perfect timing, you're back. I'm handing Wu Yu over to you."
As Long Xiaoyao spoke, the black-robed woman, Wu Yu, turned around, removing her black hood to reveal an extremely pale yet exceptionally beautiful face.
She looked almost exactly like Wu Yun—they were indeed twins.
Compared to Wu Yun, the madness in Wu Yu's blood-red eyes was greatly reduced, with mostly pain remaining.