Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 12 Obtaining the Heavenly Gate Technique
To Hou Guang and other onlookers, Lin Le pulled his fist to his abdomen, then suddenly kicked up his left foot, striking Zhu Gaoyuan, who was charging at him headfirst, in the groin with a whip-like motion.

With his genitals attacked, Zhu Gaoyuan naturally froze on the spot.

Knowing the outcome was decided, Song Shanhai turned to look at Hu Zigui, his tone tinged with dissatisfaction: "Is this what you call good combat talent? You took the bait so easily?"

Hu Zigui lowered his head, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead: "I'm sorry, Master Song, I think Junior Brother Zhu is just not feeling well today. He's not usually like this."

"Is that so?" Song Shanhai turned his head. "It doesn't matter. Take your people back. If there's a next time, don't bring anyone to my residence."

"Yes." Hu Zigui nodded, but gave Lin Le and Hou Guang a venomous look. In his opinion, if Hou Guang and Lin Le hadn't provoked Zhu Gaoyuan beforehand, Zhu Gaoyuan wouldn't have lost his mind like this.

Zhu Gaoyuan limped away, and as he was about to leave, he turned and glanced at Lin Le, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

Lin Le watched quietly, unsurprised. Given human nature's selfishness, grudges only deepen over time. A smile can erase all enmity unless one party is willing to repay evil with kindness.

Unfortunately, he only knew how to repay evil with justice and kindness with kindness.

Back in the reception room, Song Shanhai sat in the main seat: "Your combat talent was quite good in the fight just now, but Xiao Hou said you have even better comprehension, so I'll have to test you properly again."

"I will follow Master Song's instructions," Lin Le said.

Song Shanhai pondered for a moment, then said, "Old Ma, bring me that picture."

"Yes."

A voice came, and an old servant was seen leaving Song Shanhai's side.

Lin Le's pupils contracted slightly because he hadn't seen the old man at all.

monk!

No matter how much a martial artist tries to conceal themselves, it is impossible to become completely invisible. Only cultivators who have mastered magic can do this.

They truly live up to their reputation as a wealthy family, even employing cultivators as servants and slaves.

Soon, the old servant brought over a scroll. Song Shanhai unrolled the scroll and pointed it at Lin Le: "Young brother, what do you see on it?"

Hou Guang couldn't help but look at the painting, only to find it completely blank except for a few thin threads.

Lin Le, however, saw things differently. He didn't reply to Song Shanhai; his mind was completely absorbed in the painting.

The painting depicted dark clouds, lightning, and thunder, with the faint outline of a thunderstorm. It was nothing like the expressive power of a traditional Chinese ink painting; it looked more like an animation.

However, Lin Le didn't pay attention to this strange phenomenon for the time being; his attention was entirely focused on the characters formed by lightning.

Seeing that Lin Le remained silent and looked completely absorbed in the painting, Song Shan Hai also kept quiet. He knew that Lin Le had completely entered the painting.

He was also somewhat surprised, not expecting that Lin Le could actually see it.

However, after only a few breaths, Lin Le said, "I see dark clouds, Master Song."

"Did you only see dark clouds?" Song Shanhai asked in a deep voice.

"Yes." Lin Le nodded, his expression unchanged, just like someone with facial paralysis.

Song Shanhai nodded: "It's not bad that you can see the dark clouds. I didn't expect you to have the aptitude for the Heavenly Gate Path. It's a pity that the Heavenly Gate Path is difficult, not as easy as the Spirit Platform Path."

After a moment of reflection, Song Shanhai said, "You've passed this test. The next test will be on your talents. I heard from Xiao Hou that you're good at arithmetic and have amazing mental calculation skills. How about this, I'll give you a question, and if you can answer it within three breaths, I'll consider you passed. How about that?"

"I will follow Master Song's instructions," Lin Le nodded.

"Then I'll pose a question," Song Shanhai said after a moment's thought. "There are beasts with six heads and four legs, and birds with four heads and two legs. They have a total of seventy-six heads and forty-six legs. How many of each kind of beast are there?"

Is it a linear equation with two variables? Lin Le calculated for a moment and said in less than a breath, "Eight beasts and seven birds." Song Shanhai couldn't help but clap his hands: "Your mental calculation is truly amazing. You solved it in less than a breath. If my daughter can't pass the test, young brother, would you be willing to work as an accountant in my shop? Hmm, how about being the shopkeeper?"

"If I master martial arts, I am willing to serve Master Song," Lin Le declined.

Achieving academic success? Becoming the best in the world is also a form of academic success.

Song Shanhai knew that Lin Le was making excuses, so he didn't say anything more: "Old Ma, take this young man to the young lady."

"Yes." The old servant walked up to Lin Le. "Young master, please come with me."

"Okay." Lin Le nodded and left with the old servant.

Watching Lin Le leave, Song Shanhai said slowly, "Little Hou, your junior brother here is quite ambitious. Is he just trying to get free tea money again?"

Hou Guang wanted to lie, but facing Song Shanhai's calm gaze, he broke out in a cold sweat and said with a wry smile, "I can't escape your discerning eyes, Master Song. I hope you won't take offense."

"No blame, no blame." Song Shanhai picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Spending a dozen taels to form a fickle bond with a young genius is a good deal for me."

"It's my poor daughter," Song Shanhai sighed, a hint of sorrow in his eyes. "I wonder when she'll meet a good husband!"

Hou Guang kept his eyes down, seemingly lost in thought, and didn't respond.

On the other side, Lin Le followed the old servant, reading the Heavenly Gate Method that he had forcibly memorized.

The Qi Induction Realm is a foundation; only upon entering the first realm, the Qi Refining Realm, can one be considered a true cultivator.

There are also distinctions among cultivators, with three paths in total.

In the art of the Spirit Platform, martial artists refine their blood into Qi, open the Spirit Platform, and focus on physical combat.

The Yellow Court School cultivates Qi from spiritual roots, opens the Yellow Court, and focuses on magical combat.

The Heavenly Gate path often involves dual cultivation with other paths, opening the Heavenly Gate, which leans towards soul-based attacks.

The Heavenly Gate Method, also known as the Visualization Method, has the effect of strengthening the soul. For example, Lin Le's "Thunder and Fire Refining Soul Diagram" involves visualizing thunder and lightning in heaven and earth to temper the soul.

After taking a look, Lin Le decided to go back and practice. Anyway, he had almost reached the top of Tongbei Quan, so all he needed to do next was to improve his strength step by step.

You might as well use that free time to practice visualization techniques.

Soon, the old servant led Lin Le to a room and then asked, "Miss, are these the people selected for this time?"

Inside the room, a slender woman couldn't help but sigh and stop her sword dance.

Just by looking at her figure, one would think that she must be an absolutely beautiful lady. Looking at her face, it is also exquisite. Unfortunately, her pretty face is covered with crisscrossing gray lines, which looks like a spider web stuck to her face.

She opened the door and glanced at Lin Le. Lin Le also glanced at her, but there was nothing particularly unusual about it.

Well, having been fed too much shit-moving group members in my past life, I've developed a strong psychological resistance to ugly things.

Miss Song's birthmark on her face was indeed somewhat grotesque, but it wasn't as eye-catching as those "Smurfs".

Looking at Lin Le's calm eyes, Miss Song couldn't help but feel a sense of goodwill, but she still shook her head: "I don't feel a connection with him, let's move on to the next one."

"Yes." The old servant didn't try to persuade him; he was used to it.

He left with Lin Le, and Miss Song also returned to her room.

(End of this chapter)