Mortal Transformation into Immortal

Yu Ling climbed down the tree.

Continue searching in the woods.

Because of his low cultivation level, he never dared to venture too deep into the mountains.

My current magical power is completely insufficient to deal with the demonic beasts.

The mountains are not deserted; you will occasionally encounter other herb-gathering disciples.

noon.

In the secluded valley.

"Eat slowly, I'm not going to take it from you."

Seeing Jinliang wolfing down his food, Yu Ling smiled.

It entwines itself around the medicinal herb, chewing it up like eating sorghum stalks, absorbing the branches and leaves, and spitting out the dried parts.

Yu Ling stood guard beside it, as there were many birds and beasts in the mountains and forests, and it had to be careful that something might rush out or fly over to eat it.

For them, spirit insects are just as valuable as spirit medicines, both being highly nourishing.

"boom!"

"Snapped!"

Just as they were enjoying their meal, the sounds of fighting suddenly came from the secluded valley.

Startled, it dropped its food and ran towards Yu Ling.

Yu Ling placed it in her hand, looked ahead, and asked in confusion, "It looks like people are fighting."

The sound was getting closer.

He quickly hid in the bushes nearby.

Look closely, there are two teenagers fighting in the valley.

"He is a formal disciple of the Ziyang Sect."

Both youths were dressed in the robes of outer disciples; one carried a sword, and the other a knife.

Besides the menial disciples, some outer and inner disciples of the Ziyang Sect also come to the mountains to search for treasures, which they also consider a kind of training.

"Senior Brother Zhou, I found that blood toad. Hand it over." The knife-wielding youth glared at the person opposite him.

The sword-wielding youth merely smiled coldly: "So what if you discovered it? Once I've caught you, it's mine. If you want it, beat me first."

"hateful."

The knife-wielding youth's face was extremely ugly as he charged forward, brandishing his blade.

The two fought again.

Yu Ling understood; the conflict arose over the treasure.

"Those are magical artifacts in their hands, aren't they?"

The two were some distance away from him; he was sleeping halfway up the valley, while they were at the bottom. He watched them cautiously.

"And robes!"

"Truly worthy of being a formal disciple of the immortal sect."

Yu Ling noticed that the clothes the two were wearing were not ordinary; they could actually block sword attacks, no wonder they dared to fight each other.

Wearing this kind of thing, you can fight it without getting hurt, which he greatly envied.

My eyes were glued to the screen.

The menial disciples are no match for them at all.

However, what happened next shocked him.

The outer disciple wielding the knife was clearly no match for the other, and was forced back after a few moves.

"Hahaha, Junior Brother Xu, I'll gladly accept the Blood Toad. Treasures belong to the strong." The sword-wielding youth stood not far away, extremely pleased with himself.

"asshole."

The knife-wielding youth was furious, and a piece of yellow paper suddenly floated out of the bag at his waist.

"go!"

He simply waved his hand, and the yellow paper immediately flew towards the person opposite him.

"not good."

The boy opposite him changed his expression drastically and turned to flee.

But after the yellow paper burned in the air, it turned directly into a golden thread.

The boy was immediately bound tightly by the golden thread.

"A demon-binding talisman? You've gone mad."

The bound disciple stared at him in disbelief.

"You forced me to do this."

The boy stepped forward and kicked him ten feet away.

Then, standing in front of him, he said coldly, "Take out the Blood Toad, or you'll have to deal with the consequences yourself."

"You're ruthless, you even used a demon-binding talisman."

The boy on the ground looked extremely unwilling.

With a thought, a box floated out of the pouch at his waist.

This was within the sect. Although the other party wouldn't dare do anything to him, he still agreed in order to suffer less.

"That's more like it."

After confirming that everything was correct, the boy accepted the items, and his expression finally improved.

"Goodness, they're even using talismans in a fight."

Yu Ling was speechless with astonishment. It was too extravagant, too extravagant. A formal disciple was indeed different.

"Untie me."

The boy said angrily from the ground.

"Senior Brother Zhou, you should just lie here quietly for half an hour."

The knife-wielding youth ignored him and turned to run out of the valley.

"Bastard, bastard."

The boy cursed angrily.

The sound echoed continuously in the valley.

Yu Ling also made a hasty escape.

He didn't want to get involved in the affairs of these formal disciples, because they were from completely different worlds.

Yu Ling didn't feel much regret about not becoming a formal disciple of the Ziyang Sect. To him, he was already content to embark on the path of immortality. He was originally just a mortal, and he was lucky enough to cultivate immortality, which was already more fortunate than most people.

"It seems that people from the immortal sects are not much different from people in the mortal world."

Yu Ling muttered to himself as he walked.

Those two esteemed disciples of the immortal sect made him feel that they were essentially the same as the two children in the mortal world fighting over pancakes.

The figure disappeared into the deep mountains.

......

half a month later.

Inside a mountain cave.

Yu Ling sat cross-legged on a rock, his hands moving constantly.

A Dharma seal was faintly visible on his chest.

"Freeze!"

Yu Ling let out a soft groan, and her hands suddenly stopped moving.

The seal reached its limit in an instant, and then released an even more intense chill.

"We've finally reached a minor success."

Yu Ling slowly opened his eyes, a look of joy on his face. After many days of practice, he had already achieved a minor level of mastery of the Cold Nether Force.

In the past two weeks, three more streams of magical power have appeared in his dantian, giving him the support of five streams of magical power, which has greatly accelerated his practice of immortal arts.

"Let's test its power."

He stood up, went outside the cave, and spotted a tree as thick as an arm.

Yu Ling stood in front of the tree, channeling his full power into his Cold Nether Force, and slammed his palm into the tree trunk.

A burst of cold air erupted from his palm, piercing through the tree trunk.

At the point of contact, the tree trunk could be seen freezing rapidly.

"Click!"

When the breeze blew through the forest, the tree crown swayed, and the tree broke off directly from the frozen spot and fell to the ground.

Where the trees broke, it was all covered in ice.

"Two strands of magic power were consumed, not bad."

Yu Ling was very satisfied with the power of this attack. Under normal circumstances, a full-force attack of the Cold Nether Force, which is at the first level of Qi Refining and has reached a minor completion stage, would consume two strands of mana.

"Let's restore our mana first."

After experiencing it, he sat cross-legged on the spot and absorbed spiritual energy to replenish his magical power.

It recovered in a short time.

"Let's start gathering herbs."

Yu Ling was in high spirits after her breakthrough in magical arts, and she wandered through the mountains with her medicine basket.

Over the course of two weeks, his skills were honed to a high level in this complex mountain forest environment.

Tiger grass.

Beside the babbling brook, Yu Ling found a miraculous herb.

He has now carefully memorized all the elixirs described in the book.

"Let's go eat."

Yu Ling placed the weight next to the medicinal herb, preparing to feed it.

Unexpectedly, the centipede only sniffed it and then turned away, showing no interest.

"I don't want it."

Yu Ling reluctantly placed it in his hand. He noticed that Jinliang had recently stopped consuming low-quality medicinal herbs.

The tiger-skin grass in front of me had only recently transformed into a spiritual herb, and its spiritual essence was pitifully scarce and of poor quality.

In the past two weeks, Jinliang has consumed more than forty different kinds of spiritual herbs, and his spiritual energy is astonishing. Consuming low-quality spiritual herbs would be harmful.

Moreover, its appearance has changed somewhat, with small bumps appearing on its body surface.

Yu Ling dug out the tiger-skin grass and put it into the medicine basket.