Mortal Transformation into Immortal

"That's true." Yang Yun nodded.

"Come and eat, the food's getting cold."

Yang Yun got up to serve the rice, while Yu Ling went to get the chopsticks.

"Uncle Yang, I'll cook tomorrow."

Yu Ling, holding the bowl, suddenly spoke.

"Can you do it?" Yang Yun asked with a smile.

This question really stumped him. Although he was already sixteen years old, he had never cooked a proper meal before. So he scratched his head and said, "Although I don't know how, I'll learn slowly. After all, Uncle Yang is here to teach me."

"Haha, okay."

Yang Yun nodded in agreement.

"But I'll make it clear first, the taste might be... a little off."

"Now that you mention it, I'm actually starting to look forward to it," Yang Yun said with a smile.

Yu Ling also laughed.

The two ate while talking.

"Come on, I'll show you some martial arts skills."

After the meal, Yang Yun wanted to help him hone his martial arts skills.

"Uncle Yang, it's been like this for a while now, thank you so much." Yu Ling said somewhat apologetically.

"It's no trouble at all. I'm just looking for some fun. I was so bored all day without you here."

"Thank you very much, Uncle Yang."

Yu Ling quickly thanked him.

Yang Yun is a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining. Although his dantian is sealed, his skills are still intact. Fighting against him would be very beneficial.

"Right now, all I can do is help you practice your martial arts. If the spell imprint were still there, I could help you practice spells, or even teach you spells," Yang Yun said with a regretful expression.

Those who were captured had their magical imprints taken by the Ziyang Sect and passed on to the sect's disciples or miscellaneous disciples.

The mark is a thing of inheritance. If there are no successors to continuously improve and supplement it, the techniques and spells will become weaker with each generation. Therefore, the elders of the sect all want to select disciples with outstanding talents to take on their inheritance, and the disciples also want to become disciples of elders with profound cultivation to receive powerful inheritance.

Yu Ling's Cold Nether Force and Black Tail Technique also bear its imprint. If we go back a few generations, perhaps this Cold Nether Force would be a Yellow-level spell.

The Wushao Kung Fu is a newly developed technique, created by Elder Wushao himself.

"Come with me."

Yang Yun turned around and led him outside.

Yu Ling followed behind.

After the two arrived in the wilderness, Yang Yun emphasized, "Little Ling, remember, unless absolutely necessary, never engage in close combat. Attack from a distance whenever possible. If you can't gauge your opponent's strength, turn around and run. Victory or defeat is meaningless; only survival matters."

"No matter who it is, if they deliberately engage you in close combat, don't hesitate. If you can run, run immediately. Such people are very likely to have strong physical bodies. A single punch from them is equivalent to a powerful supernatural ability that will either kill or seriously injure you. Moreover, the fact that they dare to engage you in close combat means that they have very strong defensive measures."

As Yang Yun spoke, he tore open his shirt, revealing a prominent scar on his chest. He said to Yu Ling, "This injury was inflicted when I was at the sixth level of Qi Refining. It was from a seemingly frail female cultivator. Her punch ripped through my robe and smashed my chest, leaving me severely injured instantly. If my wife hadn't saved me, I would have died then and there. This injury hasn't fully healed yet."

"Uncle Yang, I've got it."

Yu Ling said earnestly, adding that Yang Yun had explained this principle to him several times.

"Okay, let's begin."

Yang Yun got into position.

"Uncle Yang, your injuries haven't fully healed yet. Are you sure you'll be alright if you fight?" Yu Ling asked with some concern.

"With my Qi Refining Level 8 physical body, fighting you won't aggravate my injuries."

Refining Qi to the eighth level is already an advanced stage of Qi Refining.

"Here I come."

Yu Ling took a step and rushed over.

You need to practice your fist and foot skills properly, because the Black Tail Technique will make your physical strength stronger and also provide defensive capabilities. In the future, when you fight someone, you will definitely be able to catch your opponent off guard in close combat.

The two began gesturing in the wilderness.

"No, no, you're still focusing too much on attacking."

Yang Yun quickly pointed out some of his problems.

Yang Yun explained in detail: "Your skills are actually quite good, each move is sharp, which is good, but it's too good. You're too impatient, too eager to hit your opponent and defeat them quickly. This 'impatientness' causes you to gradually ignore your own escape route, which is not acceptable in combat. If I had a talisman, how confident would you be in dodging with your fighting style?"

"really."

Yu Ling nodded. He had overlooked the threat of spirit talismans. When fighting against those formal disciples, they would not use spirit talismans, so he did not need to consider these factors.

Yang Yun picked a leaf from a nearby tree and placed it on his person, saying to him, "In close combat, the biggest threat is the spirit talisman. This is extremely demanding on reaction time. If your reaction is even half a beat slow, you will be smashed to pieces by the spirit talisman. From now on, you have to pay special attention to my movements. When I use the spirit talisman, you have to make sure that you keep at least one zhang away from me so that you have enough time to react."

"it is good."

The two clashed again.

......

"Uncle Yang's fighting style is very different from that of the formal disciples."

Afterwards, Yu Ling returned to her room and silently studied Yang Yun's moves.

Yang Yun did not launch a relentless offensive. Although he was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, the pressure of fighting him was actually lower than that of fighting the formal disciples.

In short, as always, it was very fruitful.

Yu Ling closed his eyes and began his cultivation.

The weight provided him with high-quality spiritual power, and the amount of black-twig immortal blood he produced increased, gradually strengthening his physical body.

Time passed by day by day.

A month later.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

In the dark tunnels of the mine, Yu Ling was diligently swinging his iron pickaxe, digging out the insect buds hidden deep inside.

With each swing of the pickaxe, ore fragments flew everywhere.

Yu Ling was covered in sweat.

He had already smashed a large pit, two zhang deep, into the stone wall.

"This insect bud is really well hidden."

Yu Ling said, panting.

After resting for a while, they continued smashing.

"boom."

A moment later, large amounts of ore fell.

"We finally found you."

Yu Ling looked at the insect bud curled up in the rock and chuckled.

"Not bad, this is the fourth one."

He put the insect buds into the bag with satisfaction.

After this period of training, the changes brought about by the Black-Tail Technique were significant. He could clearly feel that his physical strength had increased considerably, and digging out insect buds had become increasingly easier.

In the past, it would have taken at least two hours to dig this pit, but now it was dug out in an hour and a half.

"Let's dig up one more and then take a break."

Yu Ling thought to himself that he could easily complete the tasks every day, but the rewards were not much, so he could only dig up four or five fish each day.

He spent the rest of his time cultivating and improving his cultivation level.

"Let's go to the next place."

After filling the insect buds, Yu Ling turned around and prepared to leave.

"Um?"

But just then, the weight in his hand suddenly shifted.

Yu Ling suddenly stopped in her tracks, looked at her palm, and asked in surprise, "What did you find?"

That's right, Jinliang sensed the aura of spiritual energy.

"A magical herb grows here?"

Yu Ling looked in the direction of the weight and discovered that the spiritual energy originated from the stone wall he had just smashed open.