Mortal Transformation into Immortal

"You can't escape."

Yang Yun pursued relentlessly from behind, while Yu Ling dodged and weaved, facing constant danger.

"Help! Help!"

Finally, a light appeared before them, and Yu Ling escaped the mine and came to the wilderness outside.

Yang Yun then chased after them. There were people in the wilderness who hadn't gone down to the mine yet. After seeing this scene, they all watched with great interest.

"boom!"

A long sword suddenly fell from the sky and landed in front of him. Yang Yun was directly thrown over by the shockwave and rolled to a rock.

He staggered to his feet, watching Yu Ling's hasty retreat, the fierceness in his eyes gradually fading.

"Cough cough cough."

As his injuries flared up, Yang Yun clutched his chest and coughed, with a lot of blood flowing from his mouth. As if he had lost all his strength, he slumped against the stone.

He gazed gently at the fleeing Yu Ling and murmured with a smile, "Kid, this is the last lesson I'll teach you. I hope you can live peacefully in this world."

She eventually couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

"Someone has made a move."

Hearing the commotion behind him, Yu Ling looked back and saw that Yang Yun had been subdued, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"That was close, that was close."

He was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he was almost crushed to death by Yang Yun in the mine.

"What happened?"

A female disciple flew down from the sky and stopped him to ask questions. She had heard someone calling for help, so she flew over to investigate and just happened to see Yang Yun chasing after him.

"Senior sister, he's trying to kill me."

Yu Ling hurriedly said.

"What is the reason for this?"

The woman asked.

Yu Ling replied, "Senior Sister, I can leave the Blackfish Mine after I finish today's task. Uncle Yang went down into the mine with me today, and then he suddenly attacked me. He used to practice demonic arts and killed his own wife and children. He said I..."

He hurriedly recounted the general events that had transpired.

"These rogue cultivators who were captured are all heinous criminals. If you befriend them, you're just asking for trouble," the woman said coldly.

"Yes."

Yu Ling lowered her head and remained silent.

His gaze swept over Yang Yun, and his fists clenched tightly. Indeed, people's hearts are treacherous.

I never expected that Yang Yun would be such a vicious person.

Recalling the murderous look in his eyes beneath the mine, I felt a chill run down my spine.

"Come with me to the elder."

"Okay, senior sister."

The woman carried Yang Yun and flew towards the residential area.

Yu Ling followed behind in pursuit.

His feelings were very complicated throughout the journey.

It's the same house I came in a year ago.

When Yu Ling arrived, there were only two people inside: the female disciple and the elder from before. Yang Yun was nowhere to be found.

"Greetings, Elder."

Upon entering, Yu Ling bowed respectfully.

"Your name is Yu Ling, right? I remember you. You were willing to spend eleven months digging for insect buds in the mine."

The middle-aged elder still remembered him.

"It is indeed I, the junior."

Yu Ling kept her head down.

"My disciple told me everything that just happened. These rogue cultivators have complex and unpredictable personalities. I will remember this lesson after I go out into the world."

"I've noted it down," Yu Ling replied.

"Let's call it a day for this last day of work. I'll see you out now. Do you have anything to pack?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Elder, I don't have much to pack; all my things are on me."

"Okay, come with me."

The middle-aged man took his waist token and walked out, with Yu Ling following behind him.

"Elder, what punishment will the person who tried to kill me receive?" Yu Ling asked respectfully.

"After he wakes up, send him to the Crimson Flame Mine." The middle-aged man stepped out the door.

"How is his injury? Will he die?" Yu Ling asked again.

"He won't die, but his condition will worsen significantly. However, with such injuries, he'll suffer greatly from the fire poison at the Crimson Flame Mine."

Yu Ling didn't ask any more questions, but seemed preoccupied.

"Go up." The man led Yu Ling to the teleportation platform.

"Thank you for your hard work, Elder."

Yu Ling bowed respectfully on the teleportation platform.

The man said nothing, but simply waved his sleeve, and in the next instant, he disappeared from the stone platform.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Ling returned to the place she had entered from.

With no one around, he sat on a rock on the mountain peak and waited.

His gaze fell upon the magnificent, towering, and imposing dilapidated buildings and halls before him.

Cranes occasionally fly around the mountain peaks.

Recalling her experiences at the Blackfish Mine over the past year, Yu Ling felt a sense of loss.

Before long, a crane flew over and spoke in human language: "Disciple of menial duties, Yu Ling."

"Yes."

"Greetings, senior."

Yu Ling bowed respectfully.

This is a psychic crane, and its voice belongs to an old man.

"Come on up."

The crane lowered its body.

Yu Ling lightly leaped up.

The crane spread its wings and flew into the distance, heading towards the menial work area.

A short while later, the crane flew out of the twenty-four miscellaneous peaks and landed on a platform. It said to him, "You can wait here, or you can go to the market to buy some things. I will come to pick you up in five hours and send you miscellaneous disciples out together."

"Thank you, senior."

Yu Ling stood on the ground and bowed to express his gratitude.

The crane departed.

"Let's go to the market and sell this demon crystal."

Yu Ling rummaged in his clothes and took out a demon crystal. He had obtained it a year ago when he killed the Black Flame Boar. He hadn't dealt with it at the time and had been carrying it with him ever since.

Holding the demon crystal, he headed down to the market town at the foot of the mountain.

......

"Junior brother, three top-grade Ziyang coins, this is the highest price."

Inside the shop, a young man examined the demon crystal in his hand and said to him.

"OK."

Yu Ling nodded.

"Give."

The young man gave him the money.

After collecting the money, Yu Ling cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and left.

"What should I buy?"

Yu Ling walked slowly through the market, lost in thought.

What he really wanted was to buy a storage bag, which would be convenient for storing things. However, since the crafting process was much more difficult than that of a magic weapon, even the most ordinary storage bag would cost around thirty low-grade spirit stones, making it no less valuable than a mid-grade magic weapon. His savings were far from enough.

For independent cultivators, storage bags are a luxury. They usually only wear them after reaching the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining, and only at that level of cultivation do they dare to wear them.

"Buy a bag to store the medicinal herbs."

After thinking it over, he made a plan.

He definitely needed to buy things to store spiritual herbs. After leaving the Ziyang Sect, he planned to make a living by collecting spiritual herbs, relying on his ability to sense their weight.

Therefore, if one does not have anything to store spiritual herbs, the spiritual essence will probably be lost before even reaching a place to sell them.

These few Ziyang coins should be enough.

So they went into a shop.

"Senior brother, I'll take this gray fur pouch."

After looking around, Yu Ling took a fancy to a gray brocade pouch.

This thing can expand and contract freely, and it also has the function of sealing spiritual energy.

"Okay, two top-quality Ziyang coins."

Hearing the price, Yu Ling felt a pang of heartache.

He handed over three Ziyang coins and said, "Senior brother, let's exchange them for another spirit stone."

The spirit stone contains pure spiritual power, which can be quickly absorbed by the spirit bone. It should be kept on your person so that you can quickly restore your magic power when necessary.

"OK."

The young man gave him a low-grade spirit stone.

After packing up her things, Yu Ling left the small shop.