Mortal Transformation into Immortal

In the following days, apart from the daily task of digging up insect buds, he would spend his free time in the places where the rogue cultivators chatted.

Learn about the spiritual world you haven't yet encountered from their fragmentary words, and record in detail the various "glorious deeds" they boast about.

Although working in this mine is much harder than mining herbs, Yu Ling feels that the rewards here are much greater.

The feeling of taking white pills every day to dispel the deathly aura is really unpleasant.

Moreover, the daily task of collecting four insect buds is very demanding, and sometimes it is impossible to complete. In such cases, one has to pay an extra Ziyang coin to avoid being punished.

After getting to know Yang Yun, the two would use tree branches as weapons to hone his skills when they had nothing to do.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye.

"Finally, I've mastered it. No wonder it's a technique close to the Yellow Rank."

Inside the room, Yu Ling opened his eyes in surprise. After two months, he had finally mastered the basics of the Black-Tailed Kung Fu and had begun to inscribe the kung fu patterns on his spiritual bones.

This is much more difficult to cultivate than the Cold Nether Force.

"Give it a try."

Looking at his palms, he had a thought, and spiritual patterns instantly appeared on the surface of his spiritual bones. These patterns penetrated his flesh and blood and gradually appeared on his skin.

Yu Ling took her magic sword and gently cut the skin on her arm.

When the blade made contact with the skin, the spiritual runes flashed, blocking the magic sword from view.

"It's like a robe, truly amazing."

Yu Ling was amazed, feeling as if he were a snake with a layer of scales for protection.

However, this layer of defense is still very weak. It will take a lot of Black-tailed Immortal Blood to upgrade it.

"Try the Black-Tailed Kung Fu."

He couldn't wait to start activating his cultivation technique, absorbing spiritual energy to create immortal blood.

For the past two months, Yu Ling has been cultivating her techniques and has not allowed the spiritual bones to produce immortal blood.

"Indeed, I can now completely control this 'spirituality'."

As soon as he activated it, the spirit bone responded enthusiastically and obeyed him completely, something he could never have done before.

Moreover, it's now fully activated, and the response is more intense than in any of his previous states.

With the help of Wushao Gong, Jinliang's spirituality completely merged with his own. From now on, he can control his spiritual bones to absorb spiritual energy and cultivate, just like other cultivators who are born with spiritual bones.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, and the surrounding spiritual energy began to seep into his body.

The spiritual energy was absorbed by the spiritual bones, and strands of new, higher-quality immortal blood flowed out from the bones.

Yu Ling could clearly feel that wherever this immortal blood flowed, his flesh began to feel a faint pain, as if ants were biting him.

The tempering effect of this immortal blood is better than that of ordinary immortal blood.

Unfortunately, the surrounding spiritual energy is not very strong.

"If only I had spirit stones," Yu Ling thought to herself.

Upon entering the intermediate stage of Qi Refining, the demand for spiritual energy has increased, and absorbing it from the air is too inefficient.

"Um?"

Just as he was completely immersed in his cultivation, he suddenly sensed something was wrong.

His gaze fell on his palm.

During his cultivation just now, a wisp of special spiritual energy emanated from his palm. Moreover, this spiritual energy was very compatible and, after being absorbed by the spiritual bone, it could create immortal blood more quickly.

"The weight, you did it."

Without a doubt, the source of spiritual power is weight.

"Squeak squeak squeak..."

The weight slipped out of his palm and squeaked softly at him.

He exhaled a wisp of white air from his mouth, then inhaled it again.

After sensing that Yu Ling needed spiritual power, it released its own spiritual power. Now it was a spirit, and its entire body was full of spiritual power.

"Thank you for the weight."

Yu Ling gently stroked it.

Jinliang affectionately cupped his palm in his hand.

Over the past three years, the little guy has consumed a lot of spiritual medicines, and his spiritual power is astonishing, especially after digesting the broken jade bead, which made it even more concentrated.

I will make it up to you.

Yu Ling continued her cultivation.

......

"Clang clang!"

Two bells rang, and Yu Ling, who had been digging in the vein all day, began to walk upwards.

"I almost failed the mission."

Yu Ling looked at his bag and breathed a sigh of relief. The last insect bud was hidden too deep; it took him three hours to dig it out.

The worm bud had been developing for some time, and the surrounding ore within a ten-foot radius had turned into ordinary rock. It took a lot of effort to break it open and get my hands on it.

My palms are all scratched raw.

Once on the surface, he began lining up to hand in his mission.

Four insect buds, just enough to complete the task. This time, there was no reward of Ziyang coins.

After exchanging insect buds, he hadn't gone far when the waist token on his body started to emit strange energy.

"Come to the elder's residence."

As Yu Ling held it in her hand, a voice echoed in her mind.

"Looks like we'll have to go out."

Yu Ling murmured, "The two-month punishment is over."

"It's actually not bad here. I could talk to the elders and ask to stay and work in the mine," he thought to himself.

The past two months have been peaceful, and it seems that the outer disciple can't find him at all. If he continues to go out to do herb gathering and odd jobs, and the disciple finds him, he will be robbed of his money, and he might even lose his life.

Aside from being a bit tired and experiencing some discomfort from expelling death energy, everything else here is pretty good, especially since it allows for a better understanding of this cultivation world.

"Yes, let's dig for insect buds right here. At least it's safer."

Yu Ling had already made up her mind.

The figure walked back to the place it had come from.

He arrived shortly afterward.

The elder was the only one in the room.

"Greetings, Elder." Yu Ling bowed respectfully.

"Yu Ling, your two months are up. You can leave now."

The middle-aged man said to him.

"Elder, I think we should dig for insect buds here. Going outside to do herb gathering and odd jobs is risky because we might encounter monsters and be in danger of losing our lives," Yu Ling said, expressing his opinion.

"what?"

The man looked at him in surprise. This job was much more tiring than gathering herbs, and he also had to endure the pain of death energy corroding his body. In particular, the rewards were very meager, and few menial workers could stand it.

"Are you really willing to stay in here?" he asked in surprise.

"Elder, I've been at Ziyang Sect for over three years. If I stay here to dig for insect buds, will my time spent doing odd jobs be halved?" Yu Ling asked.

The man nodded: "Not bad."

"Elder, I'm willing to stay."

Yu Ling gave an affirmative reply.

"it is good."

The man was puzzled, but smiled.

"Take off your waist tag."

Yu Ling took off his waist tag.

The elder waved his hand lightly, and the waist token flew over. He probed with his primordial spirit and murmured, "Yu Ling, has been a disciple for more than three years and two months."

The two months of fines don't count.

He then tossed the waist token to him: "Stay here at the Blackfish Mine for another eleven months. After eleven months, I'll send you out."

"Thank you, Elder."

Yu Ling bowed and thanked him.

"Let's go back."

"Elder, this disciple takes his leave."

Yu Ling bowed respectfully and then withdrew.

"Let's go check out the restaurant first."

As usual, he didn't rush back to cultivate, but went to the place where the cultivators usually ate.

After a long day of hard work, he noticed that these monks, after having a few drinks, liked to tell their stories as topics of conversation at the dinner table.

Since we can't go out, besides chatting about these things, there's not much else worth mentioning.