The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 49 Eastern Sacred Continent
"Boss, don't get angry, we'll go, okay?" Zhu Bupang and his companion reluctantly agreed, gritting their teeth. They were going to die anyway, so they might as well trust their boss.

Even being skinned alive by the honorary elders would be better than being tortured to death by the disciples and Hu Ba and his gang!

"Don't worry, you two. The honorary elder and I are old friends. Just go over and tell him my name, and he won't make things difficult for you. He will definitely accept you as his disciples!"

Seeing the two men who were ready to die, Feng Ling spoke calmly, reassuring them.

"Haha! As expected of the boss, he can even handle that old guy."

"Thank you, Boss! We will definitely live up to your hard work and guidance. We'll go right now!"

Zhu Bupang and his companion were overjoyed and immediately bid farewell to Feng Ling. As they turned away, their admiration for Feng Ling grew even stronger, and their resolve to follow him became even more steadfast.

"I just hope you two won't blame me later!" Watching the two excited figures hurriedly leave, Feng Ling looked up at the sky and sighed, thinking to himself, "Prepare for some devilish training!"

Feng Ling decided to nurture the two as hidden forces for now, believing they would come in handy in the future.

Just kidding, if they were trained to be assassins, Zhu Bupang and his companion would be destined for greatness... there's no way they wouldn't succeed!
"Feng Ling, wait a minute!" Not long after Zhu Bupang and the other person left, a figure hurriedly approached Feng Ling from the dense forest path in the distance.

Elder Liu, what brings you here?

Feng Ling looked at the newcomer in surprise. Logically speaking, he should be the last person who wanted to see him, since the legendary ghost had just stolen his life last night.

"The sect leader sent me to tell you that tomorrow is the day the disciples go down the mountain for trials. Since you are a newcomer, he wants you to prepare well! And when you return from the trials, there will be the sect's grand competition for disciples. You must not disappoint the sect leader." Liu Yidao stared at Feng Ling for a moment, his tone neither warm nor cold.

"Thank you for conveying the message, Elder Liu! This disciple will certainly prepare accordingly." Feng Ling replied politely with his hands clasped, which made Liu Yidao's expression soften slightly.

"Very well! I have conveyed the sect leader's words. I will take my leave now!"

After exchanging farewells, Liu Yidao hurriedly left, not even realizing why he had bothered arguing with a junior.

"Sigh, this old guy is still a bit stubborn! Maybe he's afraid he'll never be able to advance to the legendary Ghost Spirit Master realm in his lifetime!" Looking at that aged figure, Feng Ling sighed. He could actually understand Liu Yidao's distress.

"However, we had such a good time drinking together yesterday, and today he's giving me such a hard time. How am I supposed to face him as a clone?" Feng Ling was helpless. Although the main body and the clone are two relatively independent individuals, they share the same emotions.

"Huh? These two guys are pretty quick!" As he was speaking, Feng Ling seemed to sense something, and then nodded slightly with a smile on his face.

"Disciples pay respects to Master!" Inside the Ghost Locking Tower, Zhu Bupang and Gou Bupou respectfully knelt down before a withered old man.

"Alright, since you were recommended by Feng Ling, I will make an exception and accept you two! Now you may go in..." The old man with a frail voice and white hair pointed to the entrance of the upper level of the Ghost Locking Tower, a kind smile in his eyes.

But to Zhu Bupang and his companion, it was a malicious, wicked smile.

"Yes, Master!"

A chill ran through them, and the two men stood up, trembling. They steeled themselves and headed toward the fifth floor of the Ghost-Locking Tower, secretly lamenting, "Boss, you haven't managed to smooth things over properly!"

"Wait, come back!"

"Master, I knew you wouldn't be so heartless!"

Just as they were about to step into the second floor, the old voice rang out again. The two were overjoyed and quickly ran back to the old man's side, their faces full of flattery.

"Of course!" The old man glanced indifferently at the two who were overflowing with emotion, then continued, "So... the reason I brought you two back is to tell you that when you have only one breath left, remember to call out so that I can come and save you!"

"Yes! Thank you, Master...!" As if struck by lightning, their smiles vanished abruptly. Their lips twitched, their heads drooped, and they dragged their heavy bodies toward the entrance to the black gate once more.

How ruthless! They fell into the clutches of evil in an instant.
What a vengeful master I've been given!

The two men trembled violently, feeling unbearable bitterness at the thought of the rest of their lives to come!

"People are driven by pressure! It is under high pressure that the potential is unleashed!" Feng Ling murmured to himself, regaining his composure.

Because of Liu Yidao's message, Feng Ling didn't return directly to Qiufengwan, but instead turned around and headed towards the library. All the disciples were busy preparing to descend the mountain, but he still wanted to make an appearance, even though he no longer needed any other cultivation techniques.

"Let's form a team to go down the mountain! Let's form a team to go down the mountain! All you fellow disciples who are alone, hurry up and sign up! We won't accept you after this deadline!"

"Hey, senior brothers! Where are you all planning to go for training this time after you come down the mountain?"

"We can go on adventures, hunt ghosts, or visit relatives and friends! Or we can just go on a daring adventure and see what happens!"

Along his journey, Feng Ling encountered countless disciples, hearing nothing but similar comments and requests to team up with him, all of which he politely declined. "Hmph! That Feng Ling really doesn't know what's good for him!"

"That's right! He's just waiting to embarrass himself at the sect competition after he returns from his training!"

Many people scoffed and secretly cursed Feng Ling for being arrogant, aloof, and disdainful of others.

Feng Ling simply laughed it off, doing his own thing without needing to explain anything to others. "I won't join you, I'll just go down the mountain alone, what can you do to me?"

After a short while, a towering pavilion, several tens of meters high, appeared before Feng Ling's eyes, with a plaque on it bearing the three large, gilded characters in a flowing, elegant script: "Library Pavilion."

As soon as you step through the door of the library, a heavy, ancient atmosphere wafts in, instantly invigorating your spirit.

"Whoosh!" Upon entering, an extremely ugly octogenarian appeared before Feng Ling like a gust of wind.

The old man's sallow face was covered with black spots and pockmarks, and he had a large nose that was ten centimeters long, as if it had been deliberately added on. If he were to walk out at night, he would be extremely terrifying!
"Elder Guardian, this is your disciple Feng Ling!" Feng Ling was startled at first, then quickly clasped his hands in a respectful salute before handing over his inner disciple identification badge.

"Alright! Register here, and then you can go in." The ugly old man, dressed in plain linen clothes, nodded and took the identity badge. After confirming his identity, he returned it, then stared intently at Feng Ling for a while before reminding him, "Remember, don't bite off more than you can chew. It's about quality, not quantity!"

"Thank you for your guidance, Elder. I will keep it in mind!" Feng Ling's heart trembled. After clasping his fists again, he immediately went upstairs. Just now, he felt as if he had been seen through, yet he could not see through the other party.

"He is truly a young man of exceptional talent and appearance. Yuqing has a good eye for talent! However, why can't I see his true cultivation level?" Watching Feng Ling's figure disappear upstairs, the elder guarding the pavilion revealed a hint of admiration in his eyes, followed by inexplicable surprise.

"Is it an eighth-rank or a legendary one?" The elder guarding the pavilion muttered to himself in a daze, his old eyes filled with confusion.

When he checked Feng Ling's realm just now, he encountered a strange phenomenon he had never seen before. Feng Ling's realm aura was rapidly fluctuating between the eighth level and the legendary level. If Feng Ling himself had not deliberately concealed the fluctuations of his aura, it would have been a problem whether he could have discovered it at all!

“Elder Guardian – Wu Zhong! He is eighty-eight years old, his cultivation level is unknown, and his life story is unclear. Yuqing is his only personally taught disciple.” Feng Ling said as he went upstairs, carefully recalling some information he had learned from Feng Yuqing.

"Dressed in shabby and simple clothes, as if he had experienced poverty and hardship, it is hard to imagine that an elder of a major sect would fall into such a state!"

Feng Ling sighed inwardly. It was already autumn, and the autumn wind brought a bitter chill. Most of the young and strong disciples were wearing extra layers of clothing, but Elder Wu was only wearing a thin, worn-out coarse linen robe that didn't even cover his arms!

Upon entering the second floor, within a small area of ​​thirty meters, numerous disciples appeared, drawn by the prospect of selecting martial arts manuals.

"Nine Heavens Reaching for the Moon Fist Technique!"

"The Myriad Flowers Falling Sword Technique!"

"Five Tigers Splitting Mountain Saber Technique!"

……

Rows of neatly arranged martial arts manuals flashed before Feng Ling's eyes, dazzling him. After going up to the fifth floor, three martial arts manuals appeared before Feng Ling, all of them legendary level.

"Nine punches in a row, each punch surging with power! At its highest level, it can send an opponent flying into the heavens, transforming them into... countless stars!"

"In a short time, a sword aura as thick as an arm is condensed, and upon colliding with the opponent, it automatically decomposes into thousands of sword flowers, achieving a surprising victory!"

"His swordsmanship was sharp and ferocious, flowing continuously like five fierce tigers splitting a mountain, extremely domineering!"

Feng Ling glanced at it casually, analyzing in his mind as he thought: Perhaps there is some exaggeration, but its power must not be weak!

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated! Feng Ling himself does not learn these martial arts techniques, but that does not mean that the other disciples do not learn them either. The three books he is reading now are all the highest martial arts manuals of the Jade Purity Sect, which are kept here for people to study and comprehend!

Feng Ling couldn't help but admire Feng Tianjue's boldness in Yuqing Sect's generous approach. Other sects would guard their highest martial arts techniques like a precious treasure, only allowing a very few outstanding core disciples to study them in turn. Unlike Yuqing Sect, which made it so open.

However, the Jade Purity Sect was not entirely indifferent. Fearing that martial arts techniques might be leaked outside, they stipulated that all disciples were not allowed to take the martial arts manuals with them and could only study them in the library. Moreover, many disciples guarding the library would patrol from time to time.

This has both advantages and disadvantages. While it achieves fairness, the special limitations of the venue cause inconvenience for disciples to practice their skills, especially those with great destructive power.

After lingering in the library for several hours, Feng Ling left thoughtfully.
Eastern Sacred Continent!?
The entire area I'm in, facing east, is just one continent. So how many continents does the Ghost Spirit Continent have, and how big is it? I have no idea!
Feng Ling happened to glimpse it on a tattered scroll in the library. If he hadn't had such keen eyesight, he probably would have missed it like everyone else.

Life is not about persevering because of hope; it's about seeing hope because we persevere.

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages offer you a pure land for your souls.

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(End of this chapter)