Mortal Transformation into Immortal

"We need to engage him in close combat."

After narrowly dodging the earthworm's attack, Yu Ling jumped onto the tongue to think of a solution.

He can't keep running like this. This evil magic is too dangerous. If it weren't for the warning of weight, he wouldn't have been able to dodge it every time.

If you engage him in close combat and distract him, he will lose focus on controlling his magical attacks.

The earthworm attacked again, but Yu Ling leaped away like a grasshopper, and as soon as it landed, it quickly attacked the boy.

The boy understood his intention, deliberately retreated, and kept urging the Earthworm Technique to attack.

However, he had to deliberately maintain distance while controlling his attack, which caused the spell to feel sluggish.

Although the earthworms continued their attacks, Yu Ling felt he had more time to react, and the series of attacks did not hinder his approach at all.

"How could a menial laborer possibly have such good skills!"

Seeing Yu Ling effortlessly dodge his attacks, the boy felt a sense of pressure.

He had expended a great deal of magical power to use this spell, and once he abandoned it, it would be difficult to use it again.

Yu Ling quickly approached him.

The longsword began to strike his body.

The boy quickly used his sword to defend himself.

But after blocking only three swords, he was stabbed in the chest by Yu Ling's sword.

"What a fierce sword move!"

The boy was shocked. He found himself completely overwhelmed in close combat by this servant who was not much older than him.

"His skills are quite ordinary."

The brief exchange gave Yu Ling that impression of this formal disciple.

Although his magic is very powerful, his physical skills are not outstanding.

Yu Ling kicked him in the chest.

The boy flew out.

Yu Ling continued to chase and hit him.

The boy had lost all interest in controlling the magic.

In close combat, he was no match for Yu Ling.

The formal disciple tried to distance himself, but Yu Ling pressed on relentlessly, giving him no chance whatsoever.

"Snapped!"

After exchanging a few more blows, his magic sword was knocked away. Yu Ling swept him down with one foot and then kicked him away.

"hateful."

Unable to defeat him in close combat, he had no choice but to dispel the Earthworm Technique.

After being knocked away again, seeing Yu Ling's fist coming towards his head, he roared, and a tortoise-shell-like defense appeared around his body.

Yu Ling punched the defense.

"run."

Knowing that continuing the fight was pointless, Yu Ling turned and ran.

"asshole."

The boy roared, and by the time he recalled the longsword that had been knocked away, Yu Ling had already gone far away. He wanted to chase after him, but the Swiftness Talisman had already expired and he could not catch up. Moreover, he didn't have much magic power left in his body, and the pills to restore magic power were all in his storage bag. Even if he caught up, he would only get beaten up.

He was no longer able to catch up.

They could only watch helplessly as Yu Ling's figure receded into the distance and disappeared into the mountains.

"Do you really think you can escape? As long as you're still in the sect, I'll find a way to find you and kill you."

The boy's eyes were filled with hatred. He had actually suffered such a great loss at the hands of a servant. He glanced coldly in the direction Yu Ling had left, then turned back to retrieve his storage bag.

......

"They didn't chase after us."

Seeing that the boy hadn't chased after them, Yu Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

However, there was no joy on his face.

Because he knew the trouble had only just begun.

Having humiliated him so much today, he will surely retaliate later, and may even lose his weight and become food for that spirit weasel.

He was a cultivator and knew the methods of cultivators. Even the residual magical aura he possessed could become clues to find him.

Just as the boy said, it's an easy task for a formal disciple to deal with a menial disciple; there are plenty of ways to do it.

It wouldn't be difficult for someone to die in the mountains without anyone noticing.

"Should we go to Jingzhe Peak to seek mediation from the elders?"

Yu Ling pondered a solution with a serious expression.

His first thought was to ask the sect elders for help, but he quickly rejected that idea, as this was not a minor conflict that only required an apology.

The goal of the formal disciple is to sell the weight. The best outcome of the mediation might be to sell the weight. Moreover, the reason why the weight has increased to this extent is because he has secretly consumed a large amount of spiritual medicine from the sect.

Moreover, after that fight, we have thoroughly offended that formal disciple, so mediation is very likely to be ineffective.

Yu Ling felt heavy-hearted.

He didn't know what to do next.

Faced with the oppression of the formal disciples, the menial disciples are wrong no matter what they do.

Find a way to kill that official disciple?

This is absolutely impossible. Not only is it nearly impossible, but even if it were possible, every formal disciple in the Ziyang Sect has a leaf on their "Immortal Spirit" register. As soon as they die, the sect will know, and can even trace the location of their death by following the scent on the leaf. With a little effort, they can then find them.

If you actually kill a formal disciple, especially within the Ziyang Sect, you will die regardless of the reason.

"If only I could leave Ziyang Sect."

Yu Ling thought to himself that he had offended a formal disciple, and he felt that if he continued to stay in the Ziyang Sect, he would be killed.

But he has to work as a handyman for another two years before he can leave.

"Oh right, leaving Ziyang Sect..."

Yu Ling seemed to remember something, and his eyes regained their light. "If we go underground to mine Xuan ore, we can leave the Ziyang Sect."

He came up with an idea: to mine for mystic ore.

The Ziyang Sect has a mysterious ore vein deep underground, where conditions are harsh and difficult. Originally, this was a punishment for those wicked menial disciples, but for Yu Ling, it seemed to be a way out.

That formal disciple would never have imagined that he had gone there. Even if he did know, he wouldn't believe that an outer disciple could have gotten his hands on it.

In any case, going there is safer than staying inside Ziyang Gate.

"Give it a try."

Yu Ling looked at the medicine basket in her hand, used her magic to forcibly tear open the restriction inside, and then violently destroyed the medicine basket.

According to the rules of Ziyang Sect, damaging the medicine basket is punishable.

After doing all this, he hurried towards Jingzhe Peak, needing to leave before the formal disciple recovered.

Let the conditions in the mineral vein be harsh.

I've endured all kinds of hardships since I was a child; as long as I can survive, that's all that matters.

Yu Ling traveled swiftly through the mountains.

Two hours later, he arrived at Jingzhe Peak.

"Greetings, Senior Brother."

Yu Ling bowed to a formal disciple.

"Junior brother, is there anything I can help you with?" the disciple asked.

Yu Ling replied, "Senior brother, my medicine basket has been damaged."

"Let me see."

The young man took the medicine basket and examined it carefully. He found that the protective seal inside was gone, and there were many cracks around the basket, indicating that it was completely destroyed.

"What's going on?"

He frowned and asked.

Yu Ling said with a pitiful expression, "Senior brother, I was gathering herbs in the mountains when suddenly someone came out and tried to snatch them from me. During the struggle, he broke my herb basket."

"Where is that person?"

"I don't know him. He stole the elixir and ran away." Yu Ling lowered her head guiltily.

"Yeah?"

The young man looked at him thoughtfully, then flicked his finger inside, drawing out a faint aura, and said coldly to him, "This is clearly your own magic power. Tell me, why did you deliberately damage the medicine basket? This medicine basket is worth twenty low-grade spirit stones."

"Senior brother, it wasn't me, I'm innocent," Yu Ling still tried to argue.

"There's only your scent here. If you don't tell the truth, don't blame me for being impolite." The young man's tone gradually turned hostile.

"Senior brother, please have mercy! Senior brother, please have mercy!"

Yu Ling looked shocked, as if his secret had been exposed. Under his sharp gaze, he lowered his head and whispered, "Senior brother, I didn't mean to. I found a good spiritual herb in the mountains. To prevent its spiritual essence from being lost, I put it in a medicine basket. But a few days ago, I wanted to try to break through my cultivation level and see if I could take the herb out to sell. I accidentally destroyed the restriction, so..."

"So you destroyed this medicine basket too, to frame others?" the young man finished speaking for him.

Yu Ling looked like a child who had made a mistake, and lowered her head even further.