Mortal Cultivation to Immortality: I Have 108,000 Techniques

Tiannan.

The State of Yue, Jingzhou.

Rainbow Cloud Mountain, Seven Mysteries Gate.

Zhang Yi mustered his last bit of strength, grabbed the rope, and finally managed to move his body to the top of the cliff.

He was covered in dust and had many scratches from being hit by stone fragments. He felt completely exhausted and instinctively raised his hand to press against his chest.

He carried a lustrous and translucent jade disc in his arms, which he had kept with him since childhood and never showed to anyone.

The cool, warm touch reassured him.

Except for Zhang Yi.

There are still more than ten people here.

Five of the children, who were about his age, were also panting and resting to the side.

A slightly older boy was talking to a well-off old man in his fifties who was wearing a blue robe.

"The time has come; seven people have passed the test."

An elderly man with a ruddy face looked up at the sky and said this.

With a wave of the old man's hand, several disciples dressed in green robes leaped down the cliff and brought up the children who were still struggling and had not yet reached the top.

Most of these children looked dejected, their faces filled with resentment and regret.

Those who fail the test will be sent home, missing a chance to change their fate.

The red-faced old man first pointed at the young man, "Wu Yan was the first to reach the top of the cliff, and his performance was outstanding. He will directly enter the Seven Wonders Hall."

"The six of you will enter my Hundred Forging Hall as inner disciples."

Zhang Yi was one of the inner disciples.

He had heard from his fellow villagers that becoming a disciple of the Seven Mysteries Sect would allow him to learn martial arts and never have to worry about making a living again.

He climbed desperately, getting injured all over, just to join the Seven Mysteries Sect!

now.

As his tense nerves suddenly relaxed, Zhang Yi felt a little dazed.

The red-faced old man continued, "As for the others..."

Zhang Tie and Han Li both performed exceptionally well. They first laid a solid foundation under the guidance of their instructors, and were assessed again six months later.

Give the rest of them some travel expenses and send them all back.

The old man made arrangements for all the children in just a few words.

A young man with a stern face and a cold expression approached Zhang Yi and said, "Let's go!"

Since you passed the assessment, we'll be fellow apprentices from now on.

Zhang Yi suddenly came to his senses.

"Han Li? Zhang Tie? Have they come to the mortal world?"

After traversing more than a decade, I have finally broken free from the mystery of my birth and awakened to the truth of my past.

Zhang Yi was overwhelmed with emotion, revealing a face full of joy to conceal his unusual expression.

He straightened his weary body and followed the cold-faced youth and another thin-faced youth down the cliff.

The seemingly cold-faced young man was Zhang Jun, a fellow villager who recommended Zhang Yi to participate in the assessment. He appeared aloof but was actually warm-hearted and took good care of Zhang Yi.

"Hehe! Seven Absolutes Hall."

The thin, long-faced youth suddenly laughed out loud, "That kid Wu Yan is really lucky. Once he finishes his training, he'll at least be a protector!"

His words clearly carried a hint of jealousy.

The cold-faced young man, Zhang Jun, who was also Zhang Yi's fellow townsman, sneered upon hearing this.

"If his cousin weren't the second wife of Deputy Sect Leader Ma, would he even dare to enter the Seven Absolutes Hall? Such abuse of power for personal gain..."

Zhang Jun said indignantly.

Upon hearing this, the thin-faced youth was shocked and hurriedly interrupted, "Zhang Jun, are you out of your mind?"

You must never say such things carelessly.

Zhang Jun realized he had spoken out of turn, so he immediately fell silent and silently led Zhang Yi and the other children along the way.

They quickly descended the cliff.

As we passed through a dense forest, an old man approached us.

The old man appeared to be in his sixties, tall and thin, with a tanned complexion and long, white hair that reached his shoulders. He coughed as he walked, and looked like he was nearing the end of his life.

Zhang Jun and his companion hurriedly stepped forward to pay their respects.

"Master Mo, is there anything you wish to instruct your disciple on?"

Even Zhang Jun changed his indifferent attitude and his expression was full of respect.

Elder Mo finally stopped coughing and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are these the new disciples who just arrived on the mountain?"

"Yes, six formal disciples and two unofficial disciples."

Zhang Jun answered carefully.

Elder Mo pointed, "There aren't enough people in the valley, so give these two disciples to me."

Zhang Jun and his companion did not hesitate at all.

"It is their good fortune to be chosen by Elder Mo."

The thin-faced youth seized the opportunity to flatter him, gesturing, "Why don't you come over and pay your respects to Elder Mo?"

One was dark-skinned and thin, the other was honest and simple.

The two children followed Old Man Mo into the woods.

Zhang Yi glanced at it deeply, then looked away.

He had just regained his memories of his past life and knew very well the identity of this "Old Mo".

Even while Master Mo was speaking, he had considered taking the initiative to become his disciple.

but.

"I wonder if I have a spiritual root? If I do, do I have a wood spiritual root?"

If one cannot master the Everlasting Spring Skill and becomes a disciple of Mo Juren, unable to learn other martial arts, wouldn't one be turned into an iron corpse?

Zhang Yi pondered this and dismissed the idea of ​​contacting him.

As the saying goes, "A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall."

Zhang Yi possesses memories of two lifetimes, which already gives him a significant advantage, so there's no need for him to take any risks.

The most important thing right now is to learn martial arts first, then find cultivation techniques for immortals, and determine one's own aptitude.

If he wanted the "Eternal Spring Skill," he could have easily obtained it from Han Li.

If he possesses spiritual roots, that would be an extremely good thing.

This allows one to enter the ranks of cultivators, and there is no guarantee that one can fly through the sky, escape into the earth, and achieve immortality!

If there is no spiritual root.

Zhang Yi took a slow breath and unconsciously reached out to grasp the jade disc in his arms.

"This realm has experienced a demonic calamity, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is greatly damaged. It is completely impossible for a mortal to cultivate supernatural powers!"

However, since I have this item in my possession, it shouldn't be...

Zhang Yi's thoughts were in turmoil, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Of course, he was unwilling to die as an ordinary person; he was determined to embark on the path of Taoism no matter what!

Zhang Jun and the thin-faced youth led the group for a long time.

After passing through a lush bamboo forest, the view suddenly opened up, and we arrived at a valley.

In the center of the valley is a wide plaza.

There are countless wooden and stone houses on both sides, built against the mountain.

"You all wait here, I'll go and report to Vice Hall Master Gu."

After saying this, Zhang Jun walked straight into a stone house located on higher ground.

Not long after.

Zhang Jun and a middle-aged man with a square face walked out of the stone house one after the other.

"Master Gu, the new disciple has been brought in."

The thin-faced youth quickly bowed and said the following.

Then, he said to Zhang Yi and the other children, "This is Master Gu of my Hundred Forging Hall. You will all be learning internal skills under Master Gu from now on."

Zhang Yi and the others followed the example of the thin-faced youth, bowing and saying, "Greetings, Hall Master Gu."

"Um."

Master Gu merely glanced at the group and waved his hand, saying, "Arrange accommodations for them. In a few days, they will first practice stance training, and then learn internal energy cultivation."

Zhang Jun and the thin-faced young man hurriedly accepted the order.

That's how it is.

Zhang Yi and five other children settled down in the valley.

The treatment of inner disciples is very generous.

Each person has their own independent wooden cabin, which is somewhat simple but can still provide shelter from the wind and rain.

Clothing, bedding, and other necessities were never lacking, and there was also a monthly allowance.

For an ordinary family, this is already an unimaginable life!

According to Zhang Jun.

When a disciple has mastered the art and reached a certain level of proficiency in the "Zhengyang Jin" technique, he will be able to move into a more exquisite stone house.

Those high-ranking protectors and elders can even occupy an entire mansion by themselves!

Zhang Yi couldn't help but feel hopeful.

however.

Zhang Yi stayed for more than ten days, but still did not receive an instructor to teach him internal skills.

After checking, he discovered that the other disciples had already begun learning meditation and standing postures.

He was the only one left out!

The fact that the Hundred Forging Hall, which is responsible for teaching disciples, treated Zhang Yi differently suggests there's more to the story.

Learning internal martial arts techniques is the first step in his grand plan to cultivate immortality, and it is crucial to finding a suitable cultivation method. He cannot afford to fail in this endeavor.

Zhang Yi had gone through so much trouble to finally get started, so naturally he wouldn't give up.

He immediately went to find Zhang Jun, hoping to find out more.

Although he couldn't find Zhang Jun, he learned the truth from another disciple, which left him feeling helpless.

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