Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 15: The Wolves Attack
Finding a comfortable position on the bed, Lin Le closed his eyes and began to gather his thoughts.

The best way to control one's thoughts is to visualize something, and Lin Le visualized a sky full of dark clouds, the color of black ink.

Soon, all that remained in Lin Le's mind was the sky full of dark clouds. The first step in cultivating the soul, entering meditation, was complete.

Lin Le continued to relax, and suddenly a rumbling thunderclap appeared in the dark clouds, like a heartbeat, one sound every second.

No, that was a heartbeat!
Lin Le was suddenly jolted awake by a sudden surge of distracting thoughts.

His previously faint breathing became heavy. Lin Le pressed his hand to his chest, thinking, 'My talent in the Heavenly Gate Dao is quite good; I entered a meditative state on my first try.'

According to the Thunder and Fire Soul Refining Diagram, ordinary people cannot enter a meditative state without several years of arduous cultivation.

Lin Le glanced at the sky and felt it was still early, so he continued to cultivate the Thunderfire Soul Refining Diagram.

The state of samadhi is divided into four minor states: the first dhyana, the second dhyana, the third dhyana, and the fourth dhyana. He is currently only in the first dhyana. When the thunder sounds and he remains completely still, he will be considered to have entered the second dhyana.

An hour later, Lin Le finally ended his last meditation session and fell into a deep sleep, exhausted.

The next morning, Lin Le stood under the sun, circulating his blood and qi using the Tongbei Fist stance. During this time, the yang qi absorbed into his body by the Yang Spirit Root also continuously merged and was absorbed with his blood and qi.

There's no need for him to go to the White Ape Martial Arts School anymore, since there's nothing there for him to learn.

This training lasted all day, and at night Lin Le continued to visualize the Thunderfire Soul Refining Diagram.

Lin Le lived like this for three days. On the fourth day, Lin Le frowned and went out to a mansion.

"You said Senior Brother Hou is gone?" Lin Le asked, looking at the man in front of him with some surprise.

The man nodded: "They've been gone for three or four days, and they were in a hurry, as if they had something urgent to attend to."

"I see." Lin Le nodded, clasped his hands in thanks, and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The man nodded.

Lin Le turned and left, his brows furrowed deeply. He hadn't expected Hou Guang to slip away. Was it because of Song Shan Hai?

Indeed, given the scandal he heard, it's not too surprising that he fled the county town, considering his cautious nature.

This is causing him some trouble. Lin Le touched his flat money pouch; he didn't have much money left.

Fortunately, he was a martial arts master who had developed his fighting spirit, so finding a job wasn't difficult for him.

However, compared to working hard for a living, Lin Le preferred another path: murder and robbery!
Let's also settle the accounts!
Lin Le looked at the government office in the distance, his eyes narrowed slightly. The fact that Wang Hu had targeted him back then was inextricably linked to the clerk who had issued him the travel permit!

However, compared to gangsters like Wang Hu, that minor official at least had the backing of the government, so he had to be more careful in his actions.

When Lin Le returned home, he found several men guarding the door.

Upon seeing him return, the men who had been squatting on the ground stood up and surrounded him.

"The Wolf Gang?" Lin Le asked.

"Asking this right off the bat, it seems Wang Hu's death is somehow related to you." A man with a buzz cut walked out from behind, looking at Lin Le calmly.

Lin Le chuckled: "So what? Do you dare kill me in the street?"

The man with the buzz cut nodded slightly: "You've got guts. I certainly wouldn't dare kill you on the street, but what if I were to report you to the authorities for murder?"

Lin Le stretched out his hand: "Whatever, the yamen is right there, go ahead."

The man with the buzz cut narrowed his eyes slightly, unsure whether Lin Le was truly confident or just bluffing.

He suddenly smiled and said, "Young man, I knew nothing about what Wang Hu did. Now he tried to take advantage of you but died at your hands. He deserved it. How about this, I'll give you fifty taels, and we'll let this matter drop. From now on, we'll keep to ourselves."

"How about adding a little more price, sixty-six taels? That sounds more palatable," Lin Le said, arms crossed.

The man with the buzz cut squinted, remained silent for a few moments, then nodded and said, "Alright, someone, give this young hero sixty-six taels of silver."

A man handed Lin Le six silver notes and six small silver coins, which Lin Le accepted in front of the man with the buzz cut.

"Then that settles things between us." Lin Le put away the money and said, "There's nothing else, you can leave now, I need to take a nap." "Okay." The man with the buzz cut left with his men.

Lin Le watched the man with the buzz cut leave, then smiled to himself, a smile full of chilling coldness.

I knew these gangsters wouldn't talk about valuing peace.

Lin Le turned around, went to the blacksmith shop, spent ten taels to buy a high-quality spear, and another ten taels to buy an inner armor to wear.

Lin Le then went to the pharmacy and bought a ten-year-old blood ginseng worth thirty-six taels. He ate it bite by bite right there in the shop, which surprised the young pharmacist so much that his eyes popped out.

Finally, he left the city.

After he left the city, one of his two little tails immediately went to inform him.

Arriving at a small grove of trees, Lin Le swiftly climbed a tree and sat quietly on a thick trunk, waiting.

After a while, about twenty or thirty people approached him, led by the man with the buzz cut from before.

"You've arrived, Chief Zhao." Lin Le glanced at the thugs who were pressing towards him. "What do you mean by this? Didn't we say our business was settled?"

Zhao Lang, the leader of the Wolf Gang, squinted at Lin Le: "Where are your helpers?"

Lin Le shrugged: "Just me."

"Is that so?" Zhao Lang nodded slightly, and without further ado, waved his hand and said, "Kill him!"

"Yes!" The gang members roared in unison, brandishing their kitchen knives or wooden sticks as they charged at Lin Le.

Upon seeing this, Lin Le roared, "Ah!"

The sound is like thunder, seemingly echoing. This is a technique of the White Ape Tongbei Fist, which can overwhelm the opponent with its sound and crush their spirit.

With a roar, the gang members were all startled, as if a demonic ape had come to life and was howling in their ears.

Zhao Lang's pupils also contracted. This kid had actually learned the breathing technique from the White Ape Martial Arts School. A sense of apprehension rose in his heart.

call!
As the wind howled, one of the gang members, who had just recovered from the startled shout, saw a spearhead rapidly enlarging in his line of sight.

puff!

The sharp spearhead pierced directly through the throats of the gang members.

Lin Le pulled out a spear and swept it again, and another gang member next to him, who hadn't even reacted yet, had his throat slit open by the spear tip.

The spray of blood filled the air with a pungent, bloody stench.

This menacing scene left the gang members, who had just recovered from their outburst, stunned once again.

They were stunned, but Lin Le was not. With his ape-like steps, Lin Le continued to charge towards the gang members.

In just a few breaths, five or six of the gang members had died.

The idea that an ancient army would collapse if its casualty rate exceeded 10% may seem exaggerated and unfounded, but it does hold some truth.

Applying this to these gang members who are just thugs and have no faith, the death of two or three would be enough to make them afraid to move forward. Now that four or five have died, it is enough to make them completely lose their will to move forward.

Even though they lost their will and dared not kill Lin Le, Lin Le still wanted to kill them, since he still needed their contributions to his spiritual roots.

But before Lin Le could kill another, a large blade came slashing down at him.

It was Zhao Lang who made the move. He also realized that if Lin Le continued to kill, the gang members would definitely flee.

Lin Le swung his gun to block the broadsword, then used the recoil to accelerate towards one of the gang members.

*Thud!* Another gang member had his throat pierced by Lin Le.

"You're asking for it!" Zhao Lang couldn't help but roar.

(End of this chapter)