Mortal Transformation into Immortal

"I almost dodged that kick," Yu Ling thought to himself.

When he got up again, the boy was already five zhang away, stepping on another servant. He quickly rushed forward, his eyes fixed on him.

He kept chasing after him, trying to hit him, but the boy would run here and there, making it impossible to catch up. When he finally had a chance to get close, he was all alone, and unsurprisingly, he was knocked down.

The same applies to other menial tasks.

To hit him, you have to keep up with his speed first.

"Junior brother, shrink the range of the great formation even further, reduce it to seven zhang."

Seeing that the five men had no chance to get close, the woman decided to increase the difficulty.

The ten-zhang (approximately 33 meters) of space was still too large. The handymen disciples could not keep up with them at the same time. They just ran back and forth haphazardly, wasting their energy. Although it was five against one, if you looked closely, it was mostly one-on-one.

The difference in strength is too great. In a one-on-one fight, none of them can withstand a single blow. If this continues, the five servants will be the first to run out of stamina.

Of course, she was very pleased with her brother's performance.

"Okay, senior sister."

The young man made a few gestures with his hands, and the formation began to shrink.

"Look, the formation is getting smaller."

"Very good."

The handyman disciples were overjoyed when they discovered it. With limited space to move around, it was even easier for them to get closer to the target.

So far, no one has been able to attack their opponent.

Upon seeing this, the boy immediately felt the pressure.

With only a space of seven zhang (approximately 33 meters) left, even if he were incredibly fast, it would be difficult for him to escape everyone's pursuit.

Everyone kept swinging their weapons at each other.

The space was small, and the boys had nowhere to hide. It would be difficult for them to create distance and defeat the boys one by one.

The two sides are facing off more and more frequently.

The boy felt overwhelmed and used defensive spells several more times.

"Almost."

After Yu Ling approached, he swung a sword at the boy's head, but the boy narrowly dodged it, which made him somewhat regretful. If he had hit the target first, he would have gained five more Ziyang coins.

The young swordsman was attacking another person when he kicked him.

Yu Ling reacted quickly, first sweeping her legs across the ground.

"Oh no!" Caught off guard, the boy tripped and fell.

"drink!"

"middle..."

The other servants swarmed forward instantly.

Several weapons were thrust at him.

Everyone wants to be the first to hit this person.

"Mysterious Armor Technique!"

The boy roared, braced himself with both hands, and activated his defensive spell once more.

But when he fought off the combined attack of five people, his face instantly turned red.

"Break it!"

A servant at the third level of Qi Refining roared.

They were beaten so badly before, now it's finally their turn.

The five men slashed again, their five attacks landing on the disciple's defenses.

"Click!"

This layer of defense shattered instantly.

The boy rolled to the side, dodging all the weapons in a sorry state, quickly grabbed someone's leg, threw him away, and swiftly escaped from the encirclement.

"He's about to die, everyone keep going!" The group encouraged each other, finally seeing a glimmer of hope.

They launched another joint attack, hoping to corner the disciple and restrict his movements.

The boy's expression grew increasingly solemn, and having used so many protective spells in succession, his magical power was about to be exhausted.

"middle!"

Caught off guard, a low-level Qi Refining servant threw his spear.

The boy had no time to dodge and was stabbed in the chest by a gun.

However, he was protected by his robes and was not injured.

"I've hit my target."

The servant was overjoyed and was the first to attack, winning five precious coins.

The others cast envious glances at them.

"boom!"

The boy suddenly rushed over and kicked the servant away.

"Well done, keep it up."

The boy pointed his sword at the remaining people.

Before a quarter of an hour had passed, the group continued their attack.

Everyone was repeatedly slashed, blasted away, and kicked away.

With his range of movement restricted, the boy was no longer as carefree as he had been at the beginning and was often attacked.

Finally, the fifteen minutes were up.

"Senior sister, is that alright now?"

The young man asked the female disciple a question.

"Um."

The woman nodded gently.

"Alright."

The young man shouted.

The six men stopped in the middle of the formation, all panting heavily.

"It's finally over."

Several servants sat wearily on the ground, with expressions of relief on their faces.

"Has it already been a quarter of an hour?" Yu Ling was still somewhat reluctant to leave.

"I'm so tired."

The formal disciple walked out of the formation, panting heavily.

"Young man, I saw it myself. You were attacked seven times and died seven times," the woman said as she stepped forward.

"Sister, I tried my best. The main problem was that there were too many of them, and the formation restricted my movement. If we were in an open area, I could easily kill these servants without getting hurt. Please don't punish me too much," the boy said with a bitter face.

"Let's make this clear first, you'll be penalized every time you get hit."

The two rode on a crane and flew towards the sect.

The young man approached the servants, and with a thought, he put away all the robes and magical implements.

"This is your payment."

The young men each gave them some Ziyang money.

"Thank you, senior brother."

Everyone bowed and expressed their gratitude.

"You did well. What's your name?" the young man asked, looking at Yu Ling.

"Senior brother, my name is Yu Ling."

Yu Ling quickly replied.

"Yu Ling, I hope you can come often."

The young man gave him four Ziyang coins.

"Thank you, senior brother."

Yu Ling quickly thanked him, offering one more than the originally promised reward.

"You guys go back and rest first." The young man didn't say anything more to them and went to greet the others.

The servants took the Ziyang coins and left.

"Ouch, that really hurts."

On the way down the mountain, although she was not injured, Yu Ling felt pain all over her body.

He was knocked down more than thirty times by that formal disciple.

Strangely, although he was beaten badly, he felt more comfortable than ever before after the fight.

Yu Ling could sense that after returning this time, the spirit bone would be able to produce a lot of immortal blood again.

"A fourth-level Qi Refining cultivator is truly powerful. His fist techniques, leg techniques, spells, and sword moves are all incredibly sharp. Even if he were only a second-level Qi Refining cultivator, I would be no match for him." Yu Ling seriously recalled the fight just now and felt that he had benefited greatly. He had witnessed the strength of a formal disciple, which was far beyond what a servant could compare to.

However, he was not discouraged. This was only his first battle. These formal disciples had been taught by elders since childhood, so it was normal for them to be strong.

"I need to work harder."

Yu Ling thought to herself that she also needed to work hard to improve her strength.

Although my cultivation level has reached the second stage of Qi Refining, I am still lacking in other aspects.

"Four precious coins, not bad."

He looked at the gold and copper coins in his hand and smiled.

This is just extra income; the most valuable thing is the help in combat experience and cultivation.

"The power of magical artifacts is truly immense. I must save up to buy one myself," Yu Ling thought to herself.

He has now truly grasped the power of the magical artifact and is filled with longing for it.

Yu Ling arrived in the mountains with the money in his pocket.

"Cultivate first."

He sat on a tree, absorbing spiritual energy to cultivate.

I plan to gather herbs after the spirit bone has calmed down.

"The feeling is indeed much stronger than when searching for the elixir."

Yu Ling was overjoyed and absorbed the spiritual energy with all her might, and strands of immortal blood seeped out from her body.