Mortal Transformation into Immortal

"Fellow Daoist, how many times have you died?"

Within the white space of the array, a cultivator on a nearby stone slab asked him a question.

"This is the seventh time. How about you, fellow Daoist?" Yu Ling asked.

"This is the ninth time."

The two chatted casually, and it was clear that the trial was nearing its end.

An hour later, everyone returned inside.

"Alright, everyone, come with me. The rewards will be given to you when we get back to the mine."

The old man in the middle stood up and addressed the people around him.

With a wave of his hand, the people on the stone slab disappeared one by one, going outside the formation.

Before long, the valley outside the Yellow Sandfly was filled with people.

Yu Ling looked inside; a fierce wind was still blowing fiercely inside the Yellow Windfly.

"In this trial, some of the younger members of the sect seem to be doing quite well."

"Yes, especially those few in the canyon, they performed exceptionally well. In a few years, they might be able to challenge those powerful inheritances."

After everyone had come out, the elders shared their insights and then departed.

"Everyone, let's all go back the way we came."

The disciples of the immortal sect spoke to the miners and cultivators.

These monks also had to return to the Blackfish Mine to continue their task of digging for insect buds.

Led by the spirit bird, the group began to walk back.

We walked over 300 li to get here, and we have to walk over 300 li back.

Yu Ling mingled with the crowd, admiring the magnificent scenery within the grotto.

After walking for another ten hours or so, the more than a thousand people finally returned to the Blackfish Mine.

"Those who successfully eliminated disciples come here."

Disciples were already waiting here to distribute the rewards.

Some people started walking over to claim their reward.

"Yu Ling, you eliminated two outer disciples and received a medium-grade Ziyang Coin."

The disciple handed the reward money to Yu Ling.

"A medium-grade Ziyang coin, not bad."

Yu Ling put the money away with satisfaction and headed back to his residence. He had died seven times, but luckily he had managed to eliminate two disciples.

He walked at the front of the group, and after returning to the Bingzi area, he found that only about ten people had arrived, so he went back to his room to cultivate.

Jinliang released some spiritual energy to help him cultivate the Black-Tailed Technique.

"clang!"

The bell rang.

Yu Ling finished his training, picked up his iron pickaxe and cloth bag, and went out to begin his day's tasks.

The first thing to do after going down into the mine was to dig out the Guiyuan Stone.

Jinliang eagerly absorbed its spiritual essence.

Yu Ling then began to dig out the insect buds.

After completing the mission, I quietly cultivated in the mine, waiting for the time to go out before going up.

He devoted most of his energy to cultivation. In this mine, apart from digging for insect buds, there was nothing else to do, and the days passed by like this.

Ten months later.

"Clang clang."

"I'm almost at the sixth level of Qi Refining."

Underground, Yu Ling opened his eyes. After more than a year of cultivation, he successfully sensed the bottleneck of the fifth level of Qi Refining and felt that he could break through in another two or three months of cultivation.

"Squeak squeak".

The weight was calling out in his hands.

It had already absorbed all of that Guiyuan Stone. That was a valuable item. After consuming it, Yu Ling could clearly feel that its vitality had increased significantly.

Unfortunately, no more Guiyuan Stones have been found since then.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, so I'll buy Uncle Yang a good bottle of wine."

Yu Ling stood up, muttering to herself, and walked towards the ground.

Tomorrow is the last day; after that, I will leave Ziyang Gate.

During these ten months of cultivation, not only did my cultivation level increase, but my physical strength also more than doubled.

When practicing boxing with Yang Yun, he always held back, not because he was afraid of hurting him, but because he didn't want his increased physical strength to be exposed. Otherwise, what if some interested disciples found out that he had obtained the inheritance and took it away?

To his surprise, due to the increased amount of Wushao Immortal Blood, the defensive power of the spiritual patterns on his body surface greatly increased. He now finds it difficult to break through them even with magical artifacts. He feels that the defense is already at the level of a low-level demon beast.

Emerging from the dimly lit mine, he was taller than when he first arrived at the Blackfish Mine, now seventeen years old.

An unusual sound came from the waist tag.

"The November deadline has passed; you may leave Ziyang Gate tomorrow."

The elder's message has arrived.

Yu Ling smiled and walked forward.

"Senior brother, bring me a bottle of immortal wine worth two medium-grade Ziyang coins."

Inside the shop, Yu Ling took out two medium-grade Ziyang coins and placed them on the counter.

"Okay, junior brother."

The disciple smiled and took out a white bottle.

"Thank you, senior brother."

Yu Ling took the wine and left.

The monks inside the shop were still talking loudly, but this time he didn't listen outside.

He then went to buy some ingredients, wanting to cook a proper meal for Yang Yun.

Of all the people in the Ziyang Sect, the one he would miss the most was Yang Yun.

When he got back to his lodgings, Yang Yun hadn't returned yet, so he started packing up the ingredients in the house. This last meal was definitely going to be a big feast.

A short while later, a figure walked in from outside.

They were also carrying some groceries.

"Uncle Yang, you're back!" Yu Ling called out.

"You're going out tomorrow, right? I bought you some monster meat." Yang Yun placed the items on the table, which emitted an enticing aroma.

"I didn't expect you to know, Uncle Yang."

Yu Ling said reluctantly.

Yang Yun was also counting down the days.

"Congratulations, you won't have to do this hard work anymore after tomorrow." Yang Yun's voice was low, and he was also very reluctant to part with her.

Seeing that he was about to help, Yu Ling quickly said, "Uncle Yang, you can just sit down."

"it is good."

Yang Yun sat on the stool, watching him busy at the stove.

One dish after another was placed on the table.

The two ate their meal, chatting and laughing at first, but later fell silent.

The food tasted bland and tasteless.

"Are you leaving tomorrow after you've dug out the worm buds?"

Yang Yun suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Okay." Yu Ling nodded. Tomorrow is the last mission.

"Aren't you coming back to say goodbye?"

Yu Ling nodded again. He planned to go find the elder after he came out of the mine tomorrow.

"Alright."

Yang Yun poured himself a glass of wine and drank it by himself.

"Once you're outside, focus on your cultivation. Remember, don't think about killing people and stealing treasures. Once you have that thought, you won't be able to tell whether you're the predator or the prey. Rogue cultivators are very shrewd. You might think someone is only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, but their true cultivation level could be the eighth level. Some Foundation Establishment cultivators might even hide themselves as being at the low or middle stage of Qi Refining."

"Moreover, there are also powerful individuals who hide their cultivation and travel in the mortal world. There are just too many dangers. Although killing and robbing can bring quick wealth, you can't walk by the river without getting wet. If you make a mistake even once, you will be doomed. You must remember to keep your wealth hidden. As long as you don't reveal your secrets, few people will be willing to take the risk to deal with you. If you are really targeted, you must pretend to be calm and not panic. Sometimes, you can even bluff your way out."

Yang Yun gave a special warning.

"Uncle Yang, don't worry, I know all of this."

"Good to know."

Then Yang Yun spoke to him at length.

The two chatted for a long time before Yu Ling returned to her residence.

Inside the room, Yang Yun sat at the table, tapping his fingers on the surface, seemingly deep in thought.