Mortal Transformation into Immortal

Yu Ling pushed open the door and went inside.

They found the man cooking for himself.

One plate has been prepared and placed on the table.

Some of the cultivators in the mine, like Yang Yun, cook for themselves.

"Uncle Yang, thank you for today. I brought you a bottle of wine."

Yu Ling placed the wine on the table, where a plate of stir-fried meat and vegetables was already laid out, smelling delicious.

"Let's eat something together."

Yang Yun added some firewood to the stove and said to him.

Seeing this scene, Yu Ling was touched. He remembered that when he was a child, his father would cook for him and his mother in this kind of simple house. At that time, his father only ate insects, and he had never eaten a hot meal with his father.

"What's wrong? Don't you like my cooking?"

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yang Yun continued.

"like."

Yu Ling nodded.

"Sit down first, the food will be ready soon." Yang Yun deftly flipped the spatula.

Yu Ling moved two stools over and sat down in front of the table.

Then his eyes began to scan the surroundings of the room.

The furnishings inside were simple, but everything was neatly arranged, clean, and tidy.

Finally, his gaze settled on the three small wooden puppets hanging on the wall.

Although the workmanship was rough, one of them was clearly Yang Yun, as his clothes and appearance were very similar to his. The other was a woman and a boy.

"These must be his family."

Yu Ling thought to herself.

"There's not much food, just something to eat. If I had known you were coming, I would have prepared more ingredients."

A moment later, Yang Yun brought over another bowl of food.

"It's already quite a feast."

Yu Ling quickly replied.

One meat dish and one vegetable dish.

"Uncle Yang, I'll go get the rice." Yu Ling got up to help.

There are three sets of bowls and chopsticks on the dish rack, and three stools in the room.

The rice in the pot is regular rice.

Yang Yun bought these from the outer disciples. Many of the cultivators in the mine still preferred this kind of ordinary life.

They treated this as a form of fieldwork, working from sunrise to sunset, to alleviate the anxiety and unease of being imprisoned here.

"Here you go, Uncle Yang."

He placed the chopsticks and bowl in front of Yang Yun.

Yang Yun then took another bowl and poured the wine.

"Eat up, don't be shy." Seeing that he didn't touch his chopsticks, Yang Yun gestured for him to eat.

"it is good."

Yu Ling sat opposite and began to pick up food and eat.

This was the first time he had eaten this kind of cooked food since his father passed away.

During her years at Ziyang Gate, Yu Ling usually ate Wugu Dan (a type of herbal pill).

"Would you like to drink?"

Yang Yun poured some wine into the bowl and asked him.

"Uncle Yang, I don't want to drink." Yu Ling shook her head.

"How does it taste?" Yang Yun asked while picking up some food.

"It's delicious," Yu Ling said with a smile, a unique flavor gradually spreading in her heart.

You look a lot like my child.

After drinking a bowl of wine, Yang Yun suddenly said to him.

Yu Ling was taken aback, then said, "Uncle Yang, you must miss him a lot while you're in here."

Yang Yun has been working at this mine for over twenty years and has never had the chance to leave. He must miss his family very much.

Yang Yun gazed at the wooden puppet statue hanging on the wall, a flash of sadness crossing her eyes, and said softly, "Yes, I miss it, I miss it so much."

"Are you curious why I'm helping you?" He looked at Yu Ling, "because your face looks somewhat like his. When I saw you yesterday, I thought it was him."

Yu Ling realized something, buried her head in her hands, and silently ate her meal.

He could understand Yang Yun's feelings; if he saw someone who resembled his parents, he wouldn't be able to resist either.

"What is your cultivation level?" Yang Yun asked him.

"Five levels of Qi Refining".

"It's so tall!"

Yang Yun was somewhat surprised, then said, "At such a young age, you've already reached the fifth level of Qi Refining, which is no worse than some of the outer disciples of the Ziyang Sect. It's a pity that you could join a celestial sect like the Ziyang Sect and cultivate peacefully. Even if you don't have a chance to reach the Foundation Establishment stage, reaching the eighth or ninth level of Qi Refining would definitely be no problem."

"If you're a rogue cultivator like me, you'll have to endure a lot of hardship to achieve that level of success."

"Joining the Ziyang Sect? Uncle Yang, I'm not destined for that."

Even with the aptitude of a superior mortal spirit bone, the chance of joining the Ziyang Sect is only about one in four. Among the miscellaneous disciples, there are also many with superior mortal spirit bones. There was one on the mountain where he used to live, who had already reached the fifth level of Qi Refining when he left the Ziyang Sect.

Joining a sect depends not only on qualifications but also on fate. If only qualifications were considered, the children of rogue cultivators could fill the sect.

"It doesn't matter if you don't join a sect. There are plenty of places in the world where you can gain experience. Even if you become a rogue cultivator, you must never indulge yourself. Strive to cultivate and don't waste your talent. Remember, no matter what, you must guard your true self and never forget who you are. Only in this way can you go further. There are many variables on the path of cultivation. We will become all sorts of people without realizing it. If you lose your true self, you will become lost and fall into depravity, which is like being possessed."

Yang Yun said with a serious expression.

"Never forget who you are."

Yu Ling kept repeating this sentence.

"You've only just embarked on your cultivation journey. You're still young and haven't experienced much, so it's normal that you don't understand. But you must remember these words. They might just be like a thunderclap, waking you from your daze one day." Yang Yun drank another bowl of wine.

"I've got it."

"Just write it down."

The two ate and chatted.

Before we knew it, the food was all gone.

"Little guy, the wine is good, thanks." Yang Yun tilted his head back and poured the last drop of wine into his mouth with great pleasure.

"Uncle Yang, your cooking is also very good."

Yu Ling smiled and said that she was enjoying this feeling that she had never experienced before.

"Will you come again tomorrow?" Yang Yun put down the wine bottle, looked at him, and there was a hint of expectation in her eyes.

Yu Ling was silent for a moment, then said, "Uncle Yang, there won't be any wine tomorrow."

"Haha, it's alright, it's alright."

Upon hearing the reply, Yang Yun laughed heartily.

"What's wrong with that guy today?"

"Yes, it's the first time I've heard him laugh."

Outside, the cultivators playing dominoes overheard this and looked over in surprise, whispering among themselves.

"Uncle Yang, I'm going back to cultivate now."

"Go."

Yang Yun nodded with a smile.

After watching Yu Ling leave, he smiled and murmured, "So alike, so very alike."

Back in the house, Yu Ling sat cross-legged and entered a meditative state.

I need to hurry up and master the Wushao Kung Fu.

Once mastered, one can create higher-quality immortal blood, thereby enhancing their own strength.

As the "spirituality" was activated, spiritual patterns slowly emerged on the surface of the spiritual bone.

He held the jade bead fragment in his hand and swallowed it bit by bit.

These fragments are of significantly higher quality than the spiritual medicines I've taken before; it takes a lot of effort to refine them after swallowing them.

"clang!"

Before they knew it, the bells in the wilderness rang out.

"It's time to go dig out the worm buds."

Yu Ling woke up from her cultivation, grabbed her tools, and went out.

Together, they walked towards the wilderness outside.