Mortal Transformation into Immortal

"Junior Brother Yu, there is no distinction between day and night in this cave. We rely entirely on the sound of the bell. One bell means work, two bells mean rest. There are twelve hours in total. If you finish the assigned tasks for the day ahead of time, you can come up here to rest. Of course, there will be rewards for completing more tasks."

The female disciple spoke to him.

Yu Ling looked up and found that the sky in this world had no clouds and no sun.

Since there are more than a thousand people in the mine, the living area is quite large, consisting of wooden huts side by side.

These were all built by the monks themselves by logging trees nearby.

It's rest time now, and many miners and monks are out and about.

Since many people are unable to leave this place in their entire lives, those cultivators no longer cultivate and instead spend their rest time eating, drinking, and having fun.

"Senior sister, was this mineral spirit conceived by the cave itself?" Yu Ling asked.

The woman shook her head and said, "No, the spirit of this blackfish mine was captured from the demon sea by the first sect leader of my Ziyang Sect. I heard that it was only ten zhang in size back then, but over the past few hundred years, nourished by the 'immortal spirit,' it has grown into a colossal creature that blots out the sky."

"The Demon Race Sea".

Yu Ling muttered to himself.

The demon race is not necessarily composed of demonic beasts; they can also be humans. If a human cultivates demonic powers, they can also be considered a demon.

Those who cultivate immortality belong to the immortal race, and beasts that cultivate immortality can become immortal beasts, also belonging to the immortal race.

"Junior brother, the tunnels under the mine are intricate and it's very easy to get lost. If you can't tell which way to go, just keep going up."

The female disciple then proceeded to explain to him some things that required special attention in the mine.

Finally, she led Yu Ling to a dwelling right next to a stream.

Several monks were sitting together playing dominoes to pass the time.

"Oh, Fairy Murong has arrived."

"Greetings, Fairy Murong."

When the monks saw the woman arrive with Yu Ling, they immediately stood up to greet her.

Judging from their expressions, these cultivators got along very well with the outer disciples who were doing their jobs here.

"Who is that little guy?"

"So tiny, barely even fully grown, and already mining?"

"It must be a servant from the Ziyang Sect who made a mistake."

I think so too.

Everyone stared at Yu Ling.

Yu Ling was also sizing them up. They were all around forty or fifty years old, exuding a dissolute air. They seemed to be laughing and joking, but each of them had a fierce look in their eyes.

The woman explained to them, "These are the errand boys who made a mistake in the sect and will be staying here for two months."

"Making a mistake?"

"Could it be that he's bullying one of the junior sisters?"

"Judging by his appearance, he wouldn't have the guts..."

The crowd murmured among themselves.

"Greetings, esteemed seniors."

Knowing that she would be living here from now on, Yu Ling still politely greeted everyone.

But everyone was talking at once and completely ignored him.

The woman looked at a thin cultivator and said, "Li San, I'd like to trouble you to take this junior brother down into the mine tomorrow to get used to it."

"Yes, Fairy Murong."

The thin monk reluctantly agreed.

"That person?"

As Yu Ling's eyes swept across the house opposite, she noticed a middle-aged man with a weathered face standing in the doorway, staring at her with a strange look in his eyes.

Yu Ling smiled politely at him.

The man didn't react; he just looked at him with an indescribable expression.

Yu Ling found it all very strange.

"Watch out for that person."

The woman beside her offered a reminder.

Seeing that she was looking at him, the man turned and disappeared into the house.

"Junior brother, you can stay here."

The female disciple led him to an uninhabited hut.

"Senior sister, that person just now seemed a bit strange," Yu Ling said softly.

The woman looked outside and said to him, "That cultivator is very dangerous. He used to practice demonic arts. It's best not to have any contact with him."

"Also, I must remind you that most of the cultivators outside are not good people. Some kill, some commit arson, some rape, and some kidnap. Don't get involved with them," the woman specifically instructed.

"Understood, Senior Sister." Yu Ling nodded.

"This is a White Pill. Take one daily. The mine vein is permeated with a layer of eerie deathly aura that corrodes the body. This White Pill can dispel that deathly aura." The woman handed him a bottle of pills and continued, "You are a menial disciple. You're only here to receive a small punishment. If you don't complete the task, don't try to tough it out in the mine. If your body can't take it anymore, come out. Understand?"

"Understood."

"These are your mining tools."

The woman took out two items from her storage bag: a black iron shovel and a soft leather bag. She said, "Put the insect buds you dig up in this bag. Your daily task is four. There will be a reward if you dig up more than four."

"Okay, senior sister."

I've confessed everything that needed to be confessed.

The woman did not linger; she handed over the items and left.

Yu Ling looked around the room. It wasn't very big, but he didn't have any requirements for the living environment; he just needed a place to rest.

"Let's cultivate."

After settling in, Yu Ling closed the door and sat cross-legged on the bed to prepare for cultivation.

"I wonder if this will affect my cultivation?"

He feared that the change in environment would prevent the spiritual energy within the spiritual bones from being properly activated, thus affecting the speed of cultivation.

"Let's try the Black-Tailed Kung Fu first."

Yu Ling didn't think too much about it and focused on cultivating the new technique she had just acquired.

The mark of the Black Tail Technique appeared in his mind.

Yu Ling felt herself becoming transparent, until finally only the "spirituality" distributed along her bones remained sitting in the room.

He also had this mark when he practiced the Cold Nether Force.

Following the instructions in the Wushao Gong, Yu Ling began to arouse these "spiritual beings".

A layer of spiritual patterns, resembling snake scales, gradually emerged on the surface of the bones.

Once the spirit patterns are formed, the spirit bones can produce immortal blood of higher quality and with greater ability to temper the physical body.

Some excellent techniques can even cultivate a special physique!

"The cultivation technique actually allows me to control my spiritual bones at will!"

As soon as he began cultivating, Yu Ling was surprised to find that the connection between himself and these uncontrollable and difficult-to-activate "spiritual energies" became clear, which delighted him.

Since these "spirits" were not his own, they used to disobey him and could only be activated through various "hunting" and "fighting" behaviors, otherwise the speed of producing immortal blood was extremely slow.

This is the first time I've felt spirituality so clearly while practicing this technique.

Yu Ling intensified his training.

"Spirituality" naturally becomes active.

"Waaah...waaah..."

Time passed slowly, just as he was immersed in his cultivation.

A low, drawn-out wail came from beside my ears.

Yu Ling opened her eyes.

Pushing open the door, the sound came from the distant wilderness.

"Is it a mineral spirit?" he murmured, looking in the direction from which the sound came.

Beneath this wilderness lies the blackfish mine.

"Waaah..."

The mournful cries echoed again, and a strong wind began to howl through the mine.

Although the miners here are used to it, they still stop and stare whenever they hear the mournful cries of the mine spirit.

"Ugh!"

Amidst the raging wind, Yu Ling saw a colossal creature leap up from the wilderness.

It was over a hundred feet long!

It was a huge black whale, with two broad, fleshy fins that flapped slowly like wings.