Mortal Transformation into Immortal

Having bought everything, we headed up the mountain to wait for the cranes to come and fetch us.

"That's really expensive."

Yu Ling touched the bag in her hand, put the spirit stones inside, and then hung it on the inside of her clothes.

Although he looked quite disheveled, Yu Ling was already quite satisfied. Compared to the other servants, at least he had a magic robe on his body and a magic sword for self-defense.

However, these are secondary. What sets him apart from other servants is his skill in weighing and measuring, as well as his mastery of the Black-Tailed Kung Fu.

This was his greatest achievement during his four years at Ziyangmen.

Upon arriving at the agreed-upon location, he did not begin his cultivation but instead sat on a high place to wait.

He feared that if he started practicing, the elders inside would discover that he had obtained such a good inheritance and take it back. Although they said they wouldn't interfere on the surface, who knew what they were really up to? This was the last moment, and he had to be careful. Only after leaving the Ziyang Sect would this Wushao Technique truly be his.

Later, more disciples arrived; they were all menial servants who were leaving the Ziyang Sect that day.

Time flies.

dusk.

There were already seven people standing on the mountain.

When the time came, the cranes flew in from the sky.

"Greetings, Elder."

Everyone bowed respectfully.

"Let's go."

The crane landed in front of them and urged them on.

Everyone jumped up.

They all possess a certain level of cultivation, so they aren't afraid of falling.

The crane took off and flew upwards.

After passing two thousand feet, a thick layer of clouds suddenly appeared.

A strong wind suddenly arose all around.

"Hold on tight!" the crane called out.

Everyone nervously clung to its back.

This is passing through the protective array of Ziyang Gate.

The gale didn't last long; suddenly, a vast expanse of sky and earth appeared before us.

Yu Ling looked back down and saw the same sea of ​​fog, with the mountain peaks appearing like small islands within it.

He stayed here for four years.

Looking at this familiar scene, it feels like just yesterday.

"Elder, where are you taking us?"

Someone asked.

"White Cloud City is a place where cultivators gather. Once you get there, each of you should find your own place to go," the crane replied.

"Once I arrive in Baiyun City, I'll find a place to cultivate. After I break through to the sixth level of Qi Refining, I'll consider other things," Yu Ling thought to himself.

He felt that it wouldn't be long before he could break through to the sixth level of Qi Refining.

It's safer to come out and be active after you've broken through to a higher level.

Night slowly fell.

Two hours later, a tall city lying in the mountains gradually came into view.

We've arrived at Baiyun City. The crane flew down from the sky and landed quietly in a large courtyard.

"Look, people are coming."

As the crane landed, the people waiting around the courtyard immediately came over.

"What do these people do for a living?"

Yu Ling looked on in surprise; there were dozens of them.

"Yu'er, is that you?"

A woman stepped forward and called out.

"Mother, it's me."

The nun immediately ran forward and embraced her mother.

"Little Tiger, Little Tiger."

"father."

The group jumped off the crane's back and searched for their relatives.

"So they're here to pick someone up." Yu Ling now knew what these people did for a living.

Baiyun City is the place where Ziyang Sect specifically sends off its miscellaneous disciples. Their families calculated the time and arrived early to wait.

Among those who came were independent practitioners and some wealthy families.

"Everyone, please make yourselves at home," the crane said.

"Thank you, Elder."

As everyone bowed in respect, the crane flew back into the night sky.

The people in the courtyard dispersed.

Yu Ling walked out of the courtyard and looked outside.

The city is bustling with traffic and people, a scene of prosperity. The streets and alleys are brightly lit, making the city as bright as day. Pedestrians come and go, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Baiyun City is a large city, run by a family of cultivators. There are thousands of immortals gathered here, and countless mortals.

"Sir, your tea is here."

"Steamed buns, freshly steamed buns."

"Osmanthus cake..."

"Everyone, we are the martial arts world..."

Yu Ling walked into the street and mingled with the crowd.

The shouts of vendors from taverns and teahouses rose and fell, hawkers of cakes and pastries called out their wares, and peddlers carrying loads jingled their copper bells as they weaved through the crowd. The aroma of sugar mixed with the smell of smoke filled the entire street, and silks swayed in the wind. Passersby stopped to browse, chatting and laughing.

Street performers played their drums and gongs with great enthusiasm, drawing cheers from the crowds. Carriages and horses clattered over the cobblestones, vendors called out to customers, friends chatted and laughed by the roadside, and inns welcomed and saw off travelers. All sorts of sounds mingled and intertwined in the city.

"Go exchange some silver, then find an inn to stay in."

Yu Ling pondered for a moment, then walked into a pawnshop.

At this time, it's more convenient to use silver in these places.

"What does the guest want to be?"

The shopkeeper inside was an old man, who was currently fiddling with a jade abacus.

"Five Grains Elixir"

Yu Ling took out three pills.

He still had dozens of these on him. They weren't worth much in the immortal sects, but they were quite precious in this mortal world.

"An object from the immortals!"

The old man immediately held the pill in his hands, took a deep breath of its aroma, and nodded, saying, "It really is the Five Grains Pill."

Five-Grain Elixir is a common food for immortals. The mortals in this city are not unfamiliar with it. Even the wealthy, in order to prolong their lives, also use it to satisfy their hunger, just like the immortals.

Thirty taels of silver.

The old man gave a quote.

Yu Ling nodded.

"Please wait a moment, sir, I'll go write it for you..."

"No need, just pay me." Yu Ling didn't have time to wait for him to write the pawn slip.

"Okay, sir."

The old man took out several silver notes and gave them to him.

Yu Ling took it and then turned and left.

"That's fine."

After walking around the street for a while, I saw a simple inn and went inside.

"Sir, would you like to stay at the inn or have a meal?"

As soon as I entered, a servant came up to me and asked me questions.

"How much does it cost to stay in a standard hotel room for a month?"

"Four taels of silver."

"Let's stay for two months first."

Yu Ling took out a silver note.

"Please follow me, sir."

After receiving a token from the counter, the servant led Yu Ling upstairs.

"Sir, this is the place."

Upon arriving outside the room, the servant opened the door and greeted them politely.

Yu Ling walked inside. The room was about two zhang wide, not very big, but very clean.

"You can leave now."

"Sir, please get some rest."

The servant left and closed the door.

"I'll break through my cultivation level right here."

Yu Ling fastened the door latch, closed the window, and then sat cross-legged on the bed.

He felt that two months should be enough.

"The weight is up to you."

He murmured to himself.

Jinliang understood and released a wisp of spiritual energy.

Yu Ling activated the Black-Tail Technique, and spiritual patterns appeared on his spiritual bones, refining this spiritual power.

Cultivation techniques are not easy to master. Although they can make one stronger, they also mean consuming more resources. If it weren't for the spiritual energy provided by the jinliang, if he relied solely on absorbing spiritual energy to cultivate the Wushao Technique, he might not even reach the threshold of the sixth level of Qi Refining in another year.