Mortal Transformation into Immortal

"clang!"

The bell rang.

"This is the last time."

Yu Ling finished his cultivation; this was his last day at the Blackfish Mine.

He took the pickaxe and pushed open the door to go out.

He had all his savings on him and would leave immediately after completing today's task.

"Uncle Yang."

After he went outside, he saw Yang Yun standing in the courtyard.

"Let's go, today's the last day, let's go down together. I have to say, I'm really going to miss you, kid," Yang Yun said.

"it is good."

Yu Ling nodded with a smile.

The two walked into the wilderness and entered the mine.

"Wow, time flies. More than a year has passed in the blink of an eye."

Yang Yun sighed softly.

"yes."

Yu Ling also sighed at how fast time had passed, saying, "I remember when I first came to this mine, you were the one who taught me how to dig for insect buds."

"At the time, I just thought you looked somewhat like my dead child, so I couldn't help but want to help you. I know Li San's character best. After seeing him take you out, I was worried, so I secretly followed behind. Sure enough, as I expected, that guy had no good intentions and threw you into a dream world," Yang Yun said slowly.

"Luckily, Uncle Yang rescued me and helped me escape," Yu Ling said gratefully.

The two became increasingly close.

"If my child were your age, he would definitely look more like you now."

"My child was only thirteen years old when he died. He loved my cooking and was the apple of my wife's eye. He was very well-behaved and had always been clever and lovable. When he died, his eyes were full of terror, and he was covered in blood. There wasn't a single good piece of flesh on his body. He died in excruciating pain."

Yang Yun became more and more excited as he spoke.

"Uncle Yang."

Yu Ling noticed that something was wrong with him and called out to him with concern.

But Yang Yun ignored him and continued to say to himself, "My wife was right there at the time, watching helplessly as our child was tortured to death, crying her heart out."

"But you know what? Their voices are really beautiful!"

"Uncle Yang, what's wrong?"

Yu Ling immediately stepped forward and called out to him.

But as soon as he got close, Yang Yun suddenly turned around and grabbed his shirt by the chest.

Yu Ling was horrified to see that Yang Yun no longer had his usual peaceful demeanor; instead, he had a ferocious face with bloodshot eyes filled with malevolence.

"Do you know how my son died?"

Yang Yun threw Yu Ling into a dead end.

"Cough cough."

Yu Ling slammed heavily against the stone wall, his internal organs churning, coughing incessantly, staring ahead in disbelief, not understanding how Yang Yun had suddenly become like this.

Yang Yun, holding a pickaxe, blocked the entrance to the passage, his face cold as he walked towards him step by step: "I killed him!"

"What?"

Yu Ling's pupils trembled violently.

"I only have one son, why, why is his talent so poor? No, he's not my son, my son's talent couldn't be that poor." Yang Yun punched the stone wall.

"Uncle Yang, wake up."

Yu Ling shouted.

"Boy, stop yelling! I'm perfectly sober! Why are you leaving? Wouldn't it be better to stay here with me? Why are you all leaving me?"

"Since that's the case, then they can all die!"

Yang Yun suddenly rushed over, wielding his iron pickaxe, and brought it down heavily on him.

Danger! Extreme danger!

The weight in my palm trembled nervously; I had never been so afraid before.

Yu Ling quickly dodged backward.

"Snapped!"

The pickaxe fell in front of him, and the ground immediately cracked.

This is truly a death wish.

Seeing this, Yu Ling broke out in a cold sweat. If he hadn't dodged, his head would have been smashed.

"Little guy, do you know why I'm always so good to you? I've been waiting for this day. Seeing your bewildered and uneasy eyes really makes me feel incredibly energetic. It's a pity we're outside. I could slowly torture you like I do to my wife and children. That feeling is really comfortable."

Yang Yunyin said with a smile.

"You killed your wife and children!"

Yu Ling stared intently at him.

"Indeed, everyone is a stepping stone on my path of cultivation. It's a pity that my demonic arts are incomplete, otherwise I would have already reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Otherwise, how could this damned Ziyang Sect have captured me?" Yang Yun approached him step by step.

"hateful."

Yu Ling's expression was extremely ugly. This was Yang Yun's true colors. His senior sister had warned him before he came that he had cultivated demonic arts, which was very dangerous. He regretted not listening to her.

He only helped me once, by letting me eat a meal, and then he tricked me into thinking of him as family.

"Die."

Yang Yun slashed horizontally.

The pickaxe slid across his neck and struck the stone wall.

"There's no escape."

Yu Ling escaped death by a hair's breadth and retreated hastily.

His heart was filled with despair. He was now empty-handed, with Yang Yun blocking the only exit. He had no way to escape and was no match for Yang Yun if he tried to fight back.

"You won't survive if you kill me!" Yu Ling roared at him.

"The Ziyang Sect needs me to work. If I kill you, they can just send me to an even worse place."

Yang Yun walked slowly and deliberately, like a tiger toying with its prey, seemingly enjoying watching its prey struggle.

"Am I really going to die here like this?"

Yu Ling was extremely unwilling.

Jinliang trembled with fear, sensing the scent of death.

"Let's give it our all."

Yu Ling picked up a stone and hurled it at Yang Yun, then charged forward, hoping to escape while Yang Yun dodged.

But Yang Yun neither dodged nor flinched, letting the stones hit his face.

Then he kicked him in the chest.

Yu Ling flew backwards like a scarecrow.

"it's useless."

Yang Yun smiled eerily, his head was smashed open, blood flowing down his cheeks, making him look even more terrifying.

Yu Ling stood up, clutching her chest, which was churning violently inside.

"Yes, that's the look in your eyes."

Yang Yun laughed triumphantly, about to attack again, when suddenly his expression changed drastically, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Could it be that his injury has been triggered?"

Seeing this, Yu Ling seemed to see a glimmer of hope and seized the opportunity to rush over immediately.

"Trying to run away?"

Yang Yun suppressed his physical discomfort and swung the pickaxe at him.

But this attack was clearly not as swift and powerful as before. He dodged to the side and punched him in the chest wound with all his might.

Yang Yun staggered backward, blood gushing from his mouth.

Yu Ling seized the opportunity and ran away.

"They escaped!"

Upon reaching the outer passage, Yu Ling was overjoyed.

"Leave it here."

Yang Yun's beast-like roar came from behind, and Yu Ling ran away without thinking.

Yang Yun chased after him, wielding a pickaxe.

"Help! Murder! Murder!"

Yu Ling weaved through the various passages, shouting for help as she ran upwards.

"Snapped!"

Yang Yun pursued relentlessly, moving at great speed. As his attack landed, Yu Ling narrowly dodged it, feeling the shards of stone hit his body.

He narrowly escaped death several times.

Fortunately, Yang Yun's injuries flared up, and the terrain of the mine passage was complex, so Yang Yun couldn't catch him for the time being.

Yu Ling ran away while dodging. Some people heard his shouts, but when they saw Yang Yun, who was covered in blood and had a ferocious face, they all ran away in fright.