Mortal Transformation into Immortal

"Jinliang, not bad, let's call it Jinliang then," Yu Ling said happily.

"Weighing, weighing..."

Yu Ling gently stroked it.

Centipedes crawled all over his hand, very affectionately.

Yu Ling smiled. After so many years, she finally had a companion.

As dusk fell, lights began to illuminate the various hilltops within the Ziyang Gate.

Yu Ling was cultivating in the house.

He finally fell into a deep sleep on the soft bed in the middle of the night, after drowsiness overcame him.

……

"That feels so good."

The next morning, Yu Ling pushed open the door, yawned, and stretched lazily at the doorway. The cool breeze blew in, like a hand caressing his long hair, making him feel how wonderful life was.

After warming up her muscles and bones, Yu Ling stood by the edge of the courtyard and looked into the distance.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, and beams of golden light slanted down, while wisps of mist rose from the earth.

From time to time, disciples of immortal sects with profound cultivation would either fly by on swords or ride celestial birds and beasts through the mountains, disappearing without a trace.

"I wonder when I'll be able to be like them?"

Yu Ling looked at the scene with envy in her eyes.

As he looked around, his expression became downcast and dim. Elder Sun had told him that his aptitude was equivalent to a low-grade mortal spirit bone, and that he would be lucky to reach the third or fourth level of the Transcendent Realm.

Flying on a sword and roaming the heavens and earth is probably just a pipe dream.

"Let's find something to eat first, then we'll focus on our cultivation."

After observing for a while, Yu Ling regained her composure and began looking for insects to eat around the house.

There is plenty of food on the mountain, so there is no need to worry about going hungry.

"Feed".

A short while later, shouts came from not far away.

Yu Ling quickly looked in the direction of the sound and found a boy who looked about fourteen years old looking at him from the stone above the house.

"Hello, my name is He Qing. I also live on this mountain. You must be a handyman disciple who just arrived yesterday."

The boy spoke in a friendly manner; he was a head taller than Yu Ling.

"Greetings, Senior Brother He. My name is Yu Ling, and I just joined the sect yesterday."

Yu Ling bowed respectfully.

"What are you looking for?"

He Qing lightly leaped from above to the back of the house.

It landed smoothly from a distance of about two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), leaving only two shallow footprints on the ground.

Yu Ling quickly replied, "There were bugs chirping behind me last night, which kept me awake."

He dared not say that he was looking for insects to eat, otherwise he would definitely be regarded as a monster again.

"That's normal. The insects inside the immortal sect have more energy, so they usually make a louder noise than those outside."

"Senior Brother He, how many disciples live on this mountain in total?" Yu Ling asked.

He Qing said, "There are seven in total. The most powerful one, Senior Brother Lin, has a superior mortal-level spiritual bone and has already reached the fourth level of Qi Refining."

"A top-tier mortal is still a menial disciple? The sect's requirements are really high." Yu Ling exclaimed in surprise.

He Qing looked towards the depths of the sect and said, "For a powerful sect like Ziyang Sect, only those with Yellow-level Spirit Bones can be accepted as true disciples. Those with Mortal-level Spirit Bones need the approval of the sect's 'Immortal Spirit'."

"Fairy Spirit... Senior Brother He, the Fairy Spirit you're talking about is that tree on the rock, right?"

He Qing nodded: "That's right, but the tree we saw on the rock was just an illusion. The true 'immortal spirit' resides deep within the sect, the very foundation upon which the sect was built."

"It's that important."

"That's right. You can tell how well a sect is developing just by looking at the condition of its immortal spirits. Each leaf on the immortal spirit represents a disciple in the sect, and each branch represents an elder. Now, the immortal spirits of the Ziyang Sect are flourishing, which shows that the sect is full of vitality and vigor." He Qing told him.

He had been a member of the sect for many years and knew a lot.

"However, more importantly, the reason why the immortal spirit is said to be the foundation of the sect is because it can nurture the spiritual vein, and the spiritual vein can nurture precious spirit stones, which is the source of resources for everyone in the sect. The better the immortal spirit grows, the stronger the spiritual vein becomes, and the more spirit stones it produces."

"So that's how it is."

Yu Ling understood.

"Junior Brother Yu, what kind of spirit bone do you have?" He Qing asked him curiously.

"The elder said my aptitude is only at the level of a low-grade mortal spirit bone."

Yu Ling lowered her eyes.

"Only a low-grade one? You'll have to work harder. We also have a low-grade mortal spirit bone on this mountain. He's been in the sect for half a year and still hasn't sensed any spiritual energy," He Qing said sympathetically.

"Senior Brother He, what kind of spirit bone do you have?" Since he asked, I naturally had to ask him too.

He Qing laughed and said, "I'm not much better than you. I've barely reached the middle level of the mortal realm. I've been a disciple for almost two years and I'm only at the second level of Qi Refining. The elder said that if I work hard, I have a good chance of reaching the sixth level of Qi Refining."

The two sat in the courtyard chatting and quickly became acquainted.

"Junior Brother Yu, if someone assigns you any menial tasks, remember not to choose the herb-gathering job," He Qing reminded him.

"Why?" Although Yu Ling had already made up her mind, she still wanted to hear his opinion.

"Those mountains are not safe. If you're unlucky, you might encounter monsters. Anyway, we should avoid them if we can. We're just menial disciples. After we finish our work for five years, we have to leave. It's not worth risking our lives."

"Senior Brother He, what kind of tasks do you usually do?" Yu Ling asked.

"Helping to process the harvested spirit grains to refine the Five Grains Pill is tiring, but at least it's safe," He Qing said. "The easiest task is planting the spirit grains."

He Qing's voice became very soft: "But these kinds of cushy jobs are basically only assigned to the offspring of rogue cultivators. They come in with treasures to curry favor with the senior brothers and sisters who assign them the jobs. Senior Brother Lin did just that; he offered a fine piece of jade and then went to guard the spiritual fields on this mountain."

There are several spiritual fields on the mountain where they live now, where spiritual grains are planted.

"Is Senior Brother Lin easy to get along with?" Yu Ling asked in a low voice.

He Qing shook his head: "He's very arrogant. He usually doesn't talk to us, but that's normal. His parents are immortals, and he's very talented. How could he possibly look down on us?"

"He doesn't seem easy to get along with," Yu Ling thought to herself.

"Junior Brother Yu, I have to go get to work."

"Take care, Senior Brother He."

After chatting for a while, He Qing left.

The two waved goodbye.

The courtyard has returned to its quiet state.

Still hungry, Yu Ling continued searching for food around her.

After eating his fill, he immediately immersed himself in cultivation, striving to reach the Qi Refining Realm as soon as possible. This opportunity to cultivate immortality was hard-won for him, so he dared not waste even a single moment.

Even if it's just a low-grade mortal spirit bone, don't be discouraged.

So in the days that followed, aside from finding something to eat, Yu Ling devoted all her energy to cultivation.

We'll stay here and not go anywhere else.