Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 65 - Unexpected Encounter with an Acquaintance
"I apologize for my earlier offense," Zhou Ziyang said, cupping his hands in a fist salute to Lin Le.

Lin Le waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, I'm used to these kinds of difficulties."

Zhou Ziyang said, "An apology is still necessary. Please take this."

As he spoke, he took out a low-grade spirit stone and gave it to Lin Le.

Lin Le accepted the spirit stone, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "So generous, you've given me a thousand taels without hesitation."

"After all, harmony brings wealth," Zhou Ziyang said. "Do you have a place to stay, brother?"

“Yes,” Lin Le said.

Although he planned to use Danxia Pavilion as a temporary place to stay, he would not put his safety in their hands.

"So when do you plan to start work, brother?" Zhou Ziyang asked. "Although you're a registered employee, you still need to refine a certain number of pills every month."

“We can do it now,” Lin Le said. “Whatever the pavilion lacks, I can start refining it right now.”

“Naturally, it’s the Essence Pill and the Yellow Sprout Pill; these two have always been best-selling items,” Zhou Ziyang said.

Lin Le nodded: "Understood. Have someone send thirty portions of medicinal herbs here first. This place should be fine as my temporary alchemy room, right?"

“No problem at all.” Zhou Ziyang nodded.

After settling Lin Le in, Zhou Ziyang stroked the thumb ring on his right hand with his left hand and looked at the alchemy room in deep thought.

"Is it that outsider?" A tall man walked up to Zhou Ziyang and asked.

A large number of people suddenly died in the county. How could Danxia Pavilion, as a semi-native, not know about it?

“Most likely, he has refined five batches of pills yet remains vigorous, either because he has cultivated the Heavenly Gate or because his cultivation level is extremely high,” Zhou Ziyang said. “However, he himself has revealed that he cultivates both the Yellow Court and the Spirit Platform, so his cultivation level should be extremely high.”

"Then what should we do?" the man asked.

Zhou Ziyang rolled his eyes at him: "What else can we do? If we can't see it on the surface, we can keep an eye on it from the shadows. It's a cultivator who is at least at the sixth level of cultivation. Are you going to go up and fight to the death or am I going up and fight to the death?"

"Even if it's discovered later, as long as we deny knowing anything, would those people surnamed Wei or Xiang dare to touch our Danxia Pavilion?"

"That's true." The man nodded.

Although Danxia Pavilion is weak, it is the property of Prince Yi. If anyone dares to touch them, the county magistrate will lose several heads.

Inside the alchemy room, Lin Le slowly ate the medicinal herbs. He guessed that Zhou Ziyang must have noticed something, because his eyes were not quite right.

But so what? Danxia Pavilion only has a strong background, but its own strength is not that great. Otherwise, he would not have chosen it as a temporary place to stay.

Of the thirty portions of medicinal herbs, Lin Le consumed twenty, and the remainder was refined by Hun Tian Ling himself.

The Hun Tian Ling was tied into five knots, each containing a portion of medicinal herbs.

The true qi was poured in, and the heat wave rose. In no time, twenty-five pills rolled down and fell into the pill bottle.

Lin Le took a look and nodded in satisfaction. Although only good quality products were produced, it saved time and effort, as he didn't have to refine them himself.

"What a wonderful baby!" Lin Le exclaimed.

The Hun Tian Ling bent backward, like a person holding their head high and chest out, looking proud.

The Qiankun Ring trembled, seemingly somewhat displeased.

In the afternoon, Lin Le walked out of the alchemy room and handed a pile of pills to Zhou Ziyang: "Manager Zhou, these are today's pills."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, brother," Zhou Ziyang said. "However, the money will be settled monthly, so I'll have to trouble you to wait a bit."

"It's alright, Danxia Pavilion is a large and powerful family, they wouldn't cheat me out of this little bit of money," Lin Le said with a smile. "Then I'll be going now."

"I'll take you," Zhou Ziyang said.

"No need," Lin Le waved his hand. "I'm not that delicate. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." After leaving Danxia Pavilion, Lin Le's figure disappeared into the crowd and vanished from sight.

In the former Lin family mansion, a black cat stepped in and suddenly transformed into a boy about four feet five inches tall.

He began cleaning the house and throwing the broken furniture into the yard.

After tidying up the things, it was almost night, and the bright moon was already hanging in the sky.

Lin Le picked up the gourd at his waist and took a sip of tea. The tea was icy cold and refreshing, making him exhale involuntarily.

As Lin Le entered a meditative state to refine his soul, he suddenly opened his eyes again; someone had arrived.

"Hurrah!" The gate was pushed open, and Liu Yonghuai stared blankly at the young boy standing in meditation in the courtyard.

Lin Le was also taken aback: "Uncle Liu?"

Hearing the somewhat familiar voice and carefully examining Lin Le, Liu Yonghuai said in a somewhat incredulous voice, "Xiao Le, is it really you?!"

Although his appearance had changed drastically, his face still retained some of the charm of an old friend, which greatly surprised Liu Yonghuai.

“It’s me.” Lin Le nodded.

"You're not dead?" Liu Yonghuai strode closer, looking Lin Le up and down.

“I didn’t die.” Lin Le shook his head. “My father used a talisman to send me away before he died.”

Upon hearing this, Liu Yonghuai suddenly fell silent, and after a long while, he said, "I'm sorry, I didn't have time to save you."

"Uncle Liu, that wasn't your fault, you don't need to take it to heart," Lin Le said calmly.

"It's my fault." Liu Yonghuai lowered his head and gritted his teeth. "I also knew about the magistrate and the county constable's scheme. I thought Brother Chang'an wouldn't be affected, so I didn't pay attention. I just didn't expect that the county constable to be so ruthless and take this opportunity to eliminate his dissidents!"

"Let's not talk about that, Uncle Liu," Lin Le changed the subject. "Why did you suddenly come to my house?"

“Because the cenotaph has been standing for a month, I went to pay my respects, but I found that your name had been erased, but the tomb was not damaged, so I guessed that you were still alive, so I decided to go to your house today to check.”

Liu Yonghuai said with some emotion, "I never thought you would actually be alive, and that we would run into each other by such a coincidence."

"I see." Lin Le nodded slightly.

After a brief moment of reflection, Liu Yonghuai looked at Lin Le and said, "But why did you come back? Anzhu County is a place of trouble now; you shouldn't have come back."

"How can I not avenge my parents' death?" Lin Le said coldly.

Liu Yonghuai sighed: "You can't win. Besides, what skills can you learn in a month? Protecting yourself is the most important thing for you!"

"You don't need to worry about that, Uncle Liu." Lin Le shook his head. "I'm confident I can come back."

"Nonsense! What makes you so confident? You're barely old enough to fight those men in their thirties or forties!" Liu Yonghuai patted Lin Le on the shoulder. "Come with me. Uncle Liu will arrange for you to leave tomorrow. The revenge for your parents' deaths must wait until you've learned your skills. Otherwise, it's no different from sending yourself to your death!"

"I've already learned the skills, Uncle Liu, you don't need to worry anymore," Lin Le said calmly.

"What skills have you learned in just one month?" Liu Yonghuai was about to forcefully pull Lin Le, but his expression suddenly changed. He couldn't pull him at all!

Lin Le took Liu Yonghuai's hand and gently moved it away: "Let's go back, Uncle Liu, don't ask any more questions."

Liu Yonghuai did not answer, but tried his best to fight against Lin Le. However, he found that he seemed to be at a disadvantage. But how could that be? He was a cultivator at the sixth level of the Yellow Court.

Even if its power is not as strong as Lingtai, it is still far superior to that of a child who has been cultivating for a month.

Pressing his hand back onto Liu Yonghuai, Lin Le said again, "Go back, Uncle Liu, don't ask any more questions."

Looking at the calm-faced young man before him, Liu Yonghuai had a complicated expression. Finally, he sighed, let go of his hand, and said, "Alright, I'm going back. If things can't be changed, then get out of here as soon as possible. Brother Chang'an's lineage is still waiting for you to continue."

"Mm." Lin Le nodded.

(End of this chapter)