Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 25 Returning to Bailian County
Through introspection, a section of lotus root suddenly vanished.

Lin Le also felt a burning sensation rising up his spine again.

Standing under the sun, Lin Le felt the yang energy rising within him, and soon shook his head slightly: "Still halfway there."

The worst-case scenario has occurred: the number of lotus roots required for each section of the spiritual root is twice that required for the previous section.

However, considering the scarcity of top-grade spiritual roots, Lin Le felt this was normal, after all, it was one in a million.

If it were possible to sacrifice 40,000 to 50,000 lives to create a top-grade spiritual root, many powerful families would probably be willing to do it.

It should be noted that a person with a top-grade spiritual root is guaranteed entry into the Jade Capital. Such individuals are renowned throughout the state capital, and few can rival them.

"Things will work themselves out," Lin Le thought, no longer dwelling on the matter of spiritual roots, and instead focused his attention on that authentic lotus seed.

According to the information, the function of the authentic lotus seeds and the human lotus seeds is not much different. They can both be used to accelerate or achieve enlightenment, but the authentic lotus seeds seem to be more real.

'Is it more realistic?' Lin Le glanced at his own body, chose to use it, and the target he chose was the Thirteen Bodyguards' Horizontal Training.

This is the only martial art he hasn't mastered yet.

A year passed in the blink of an eye, and Lin Le honed his skills through the Thirteen Bodyguards training throughout that year.

Turning around, Lin Le clenched his fist, feeling somewhat weak. He initially thought it was due to the weakening effect of his body returning from a strong state to a slightly weaker one during the acceleration.

But after feeling his stomach sending out hunger signals, Lin Le knew that wasn't the case.

Lin Le began to devour the cooked wolf meat. As soon as the meat entered his stomach, it was quickly digested and transformed into nutrients to nourish his body.

Lin Le felt itchy all over, as if something was growing.

Lin Le stopped eating after consuming two or three hundred pounds of meat.

He pressed his sternum and, through the skin and flesh, he could feel that there were no gaps between his ribs.

Root bone, iron plate ribs.

When you clench your fists and exert force, your varicose veins appear like long snakes clinging to your arms.

Root bone, gnarled tendons.

The Eight Forms Martial Bone is already a superior-grade martial bone.

If ordinary people knew this, they would be extremely shocked.

It's just too fast. Even if an ordinary person is lucky enough to achieve perfect martial arts, it would still take two or three months to improve their physical constitution.

And Lin Le? In less than a month, his physical bone structure went from below average to top-grade martial bone structure, which is simply unheard of!

'Only four lines left.' Lin Le thought to himself, then circulated his qi and blood, and his qi and blood surged five feet high.

"After eating the wolf meat, I should be able to reach seven feet tall," Lin Le estimated.

Lin Le stayed in Qiaolin Village for two more days before finishing all the wolf meat.

"Take care of yourself, Big Yellow." Lin Le patted the big yellow dog's head.

"Awooo!" The big yellow dog nodded.

Lin Le set off with his luggage.

Two days later, Lin Le appeared in front of a county town.

"I'm back." Lin Le looked at the three large characters "Bai Lian County" on the plaque above the city gate and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Name, place of origin," a city guard asked Lin Le as he was about to enter the city.

Lin Le no longer looked the same; he had a flat nose, a double chin, and an ordinary, ugly appearance.

"Lin Le, No. 16, Lane 3, Liuhu Street." Lin Le took out the household registration book that he always carried with him.

This thing is like an ID card. Without it, being classified as a vagrant is the least of your worries; worse, you could be captured and sold into slavery.

"City dweller, come in." The city guard glanced at the household registration and let Lin Le in. Lin Le walked once again on that familiar yet unfamiliar avenue. Familiar because he had walked it many times, unfamiliar because this Lin Le was not the same person as before.

Following the road he remembered, Lin Le arrived at a door.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Le pushed open the door and went inside.

This is a courtyard with two entrances and two exits, which was worth about 500 taels of silver on the market, but now it's probably not even worth 100 taels.

Because people died here, at least four people died.

Lin Le knew this so clearly because he had watched them die.

Standing in front of the damaged main house, Lin Le looked at the bloodstains that still remained, his veins bulged like angry dragons, blood vessels gradually appeared in the whites of his eyes, and his heart began to pound wildly.

Taking a few deep breaths, Lin Le licked the bloodstains off his lips and turned to walk towards the study.

As expected, it was a complete mess; all the books on the shelves had been taken, and even the pens and ink had been stolen.

It could have been taken by the constables, or it could have been taken by some thief, but Lin Le didn't care much at the moment.

Looking at a pillar in the room, Lin Le reached out and twisted it, tearing off a large piece of the wooden pillar.

Lin Le's father was a Yellow Court cultivator. Although he only had a section of wood spirit root and his cultivation level was only at the first level, he could still use some minor spells.

For example, hiding some items inside a whole piece of wood.

Lin Le took out a yellow silk and a white silk from inside, which were his father's instructions to him before he died.

Only if one becomes successful and becomes a cultivator, or if one's descendants have spiritual roots, can one come to claim this inherited item.

Otherwise, taking it would be useless and would only increase the risk to one's life.

Lin Le unfolded the yellow silk, which was covered with densely packed small characters. After reading it silently, Lin Le realized that it was a Qi Refining Manual.

The twelve levels of Qi Refining are: Level 1: True Qi; Levels 2-6: Refining the Qi of the Five Elements (metal, wood, water, fire, earth); Levels 7 and 8: Refining the Qi of Yin and Yang; Levels 9 and 10: Refining the Qi of Purity and Turbidity; Level 11: Giving Birth to Magical Power; and Level 12: Forging the Foundation of the Dao.

The five elements required for floors two through six can be either ordinary five elements or special five elements.

Using special Five Elements Qi naturally has benefits that ordinary Five Elements Qi does not have, such as strengthening the physical body, enhancing spiritual awareness, and even enabling the spiritual root to transform.

The Qi Refining Manual records the methods for the creation or refining of various special Five Elements Qi.

This thing can be said to be the most important foundation of a cultivator family.

Lin Le never expected that his father would have such a thing, and judging from the hundreds of special elements of Qi on it, it was probably something only a major sect could possess.

'This single piece of yellow silk is probably enough to buy the entire White Lotus County,' Lin Le thought to himself, then frowned. 'Could that fox be after this piece of yellow silk?'

But that doesn't seem right either. If it were really for that yellow silk, there would be no way I could have escaped from a cultivator back then.

Shaking his head, Lin Le didn't think much of it. He would understand everything after killing it.

Lin Le tried to tear the yellow silk, but his arms, which had grown to a force of two thousand jin, were completely unable to move it.

Even if it is infused with blood and qi, the same applies.

Lin Le could only put the yellow silk away. Then he looked at the white silk, which contained a method for cultivating Qi, called the Qi Gathering Technique.

Lin Le read it carefully and found that this was a method that could be used by any spiritual root, and even those in the Body Refining Realm could use their blood energy to slow down the decline of their blood energy.

'Practicing a little wouldn't hurt,' Lin Le thought to himself.

If he has a Qi cultivation technique, he can store more Yang Qi in his body, which is beneficial and harmless to his body cultivation.

With his belongings in hand, Lin Le left home. It didn't matter if he gave his name at the city gate; those soldiers only recognized the badges, not the people, and wouldn't register him, or even forget him in the blink of an eye.

However, living here would easily attract the attention of those with ulterior motives. Although he didn't sense anyone tailing him on the road, Lin Le knew that as long as he lived here, rumors would easily spread.

It would be bad if those words alerted the person behind them.

(End of this chapter)