Mortal Transformation into Immortal

"Uncle Yang."

Back at her lodgings, Yu Ling saw Yang Yun chopping firewood in the yard.

The mine is surrounded by mountains with towering ancient trees. When needed, some cultivators would go there to cut down trees for firewood or to repair houses.

What did you hear today?

Yang Yun asked him.

He knew that Yu Ling would listen to those monks talk about their experiences every day, and he strongly recommended that he do so.

"Someone mentioned the mother-child blood puppet."

"Mother and child blood puppets? What are those?" Yang Yun had never heard of them.

I'll tell you when we eat later.

Yu Ling went into the house and started cooking.

After a month of trying, his cooking skills have improved significantly.

Yang Yun smiled and continued chopping firewood, occasionally carrying the chopped wood into the house.

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically. He then covered his mouth with his hand, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. His face showed a look of pain.

"Uncle Yang, the food is ready."

Yu Ling had already prepared the meal and was standing at the door calling to him.

Yang Yun's expression instantly returned to normal, and he smiled, "You're here."

He wiped the blood off his hands and went inside.

The two sat around the table, eating and chatting.

After the meal, as usual, Yang Yun took him to practice his martial arts in the wilderness.

......

"not good."

Yu Ling threw a punch, but Yang Yun turned to the side to dodge the attack, and then struck with a palm.

Yu Ling prepared to defend and retaliate, but noticed that he was also about to attack with his left hand. Feeling uneasy, he immediately retreated.

Sure enough, Yang Yun's attack was just a feint. After he retreated, a leaf appeared on his left hand.

"Good, good, very alert and quick to react."

Yang Yun put the leaf away and smiled with satisfaction.

"Uncle Yang, your guidance is still the best."

Yu Ling said politely.

"Again."

Yang Yun urged.

"it is good."

"Clang clang clang".

However, just as the two were about to clash again, three bells rang out from the residential area.

"Let's go back first; there must be something to announce."

"Um."

The two hurried back.

Three chimes mean it's time to go back to your lodgings and stay put.

Back in the residential area, everyone waited outside the houses, whispering among themselves, wondering what had happened.

There are about a hundred people living in the Bingzi District, where Yu Ling and his group live.

Everyone waited anxiously, fearing that some other task might have been assigned.

The residential area has lost its former lively atmosphere.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, a disciple from a cultivation sect finally arrived.

"Fellow Daoist, what happened?" an old man asked him respectfully.

The disciple smiled and said, "It's nothing serious. It's just that the sect is going to arrange a trial for the disciples in this cave in the next few days. Some inner disciples and even true disciples will participate, so we need your help."

"So it's the disciples of the Ziyang Sect coming in for training," Yu Ling thought to himself.

The inner disciples of the Ziyang Sect are almost all of the Yellow-level Spirit Bone, which is a potential Foundation Establishment stage cultivator. The true disciples are even more remarkable, with potential for the Bigu stage and even the Golden Core stage.

"Fellow Daoist, are you suggesting we compete against those disciples?" the crowd asked.

"Of course not, but the elder said that you have a special purpose and that you should gather at Huangfeng Ridge, 300 miles away, in twelve hours."

"Ah, three hundred li?"

"Twelve two-hour periods."

Everyone was startled and asked in hushed tones, "Fellow Daoist, should we... walk over there?"

"Do you expect the elders to fly you there?" the disciple said sharply.

"No, no, I wouldn't dare."

Those who were questioning him immediately lowered their heads in fright.

"A spirit bird will lead the way. Just follow it. Remember, don't wander off. There are many restrictions and formations in the cave, and even powerful demonic beasts. Be careful not to lose your life," the disciple emphasized.

"Do all the monks from the mine have to go?"

"That's right, this time everyone will go to Huangfengling."

The disciple nodded.

"Wow, that's a huge operation, over a thousand people!"

"It means crossing mountains and valleys, covering a distance of more than 300 li (150 kilometers)."

"Couldn't those elders just use their magic weapons to take us away?"

The crowd murmured among themselves.

"Three hundred li, twelve hours, can be covered on foot."

Yu Ling murmured, "For them cultivators, this distance isn't much, but having to walk such a long way is mentally exhausting."

"Uncle Yang, have you experienced this before?" he asked Yang Yun.

"Yes, but back then the elders divided us into many teams to activate the formation in different places. This time, more than a thousand people went to Huangfeng Ridge, which is the first time. It seems that the elders of Ziyang Sect have set up a powerful formation there, which requires more than a thousand people to activate." Yang Yun was also very surprised.

What kind of place is Huangfengling?

"I went there once more than ten years ago. It was a desolate place, all bare sand and gravel, and looked lifeless. It was much larger than this blackfish mine."

The two chatted casually.

The disciple was counting the number of people.

"Alright, let's go."

Soon after everything was ready, he urged everyone to set off.

Everyone in the mine sprang into action and headed towards a valley on the opposite side.

Twelve hours gave them plenty of time.

The array surrounding the mine disappeared, and more than a thousand cultivators, in a large and orderly procession, moved through the mountains like refugees fleeing a disaster.

Along the way, they traversed high mountains, canyons, dense forests, and grasslands, and from time to time, they could see monsters tens of feet tall appearing all around them, eyeing them menacingly.

Some disciples also came, but they flew in the sky on cranes.

......

After traveling for more than ten hours, the group of over a thousand people finally arrived at a place where yellow sand filled the sky.

"Strange, something feels different about Huangfeng Ridge."

"Yes, there's thunderous power, and the wind blows like sword energy. What's going on?"

The monks who had been here before were quite puzzled by the surrounding scenery.

"Uncle Yang, has he changed a lot?"

Yu Ling asked Yang Yun, who was standing next to her.

Yang Yun looked ahead and nodded: "It is indeed quite large. The wind is stronger here, and the atmosphere is heavier. There is a very powerful pressure inside."

The group looked inwards along the yellow sand border.

The area was ravaged by strong winds and filled with sand and dust.

But outside Huangfeng Ridge, all was quiet and peaceful.

"Look, there's something in that strong wind."

Before long, everyone was shocked to discover that something was faintly visible in the rolling sandstorm.

"What a huge sword!"

The crowd saw the outline of a sword, carved from a giant stone, about seventy feet tall, planted diagonally on a barren mountaintop, with purple lightning flashing intermittently in the surrounding gale.

But beside this sword, there is a "small sword" that is forty feet tall.

"I didn't expect that Ziyang Sect would have set up two inheritance treasures in Huangfeng Ridge. No wonder they sent all of us here. They want to select a suitable successor."

"Yes, that's quite a grand gesture. They've actually altered the entire Yellow Wind Ridge just for this."

The cultivators gazed at the enormous stone sword standing deep within Huangfeng Ridge.