Cultivation begins with the Druid panel

Lu Lin walked through the rain, threw the three corpses together, and began to search their bodies. Unfortunately, these three rogue cultivators had no treasures on them, and even the weapons they used were not magical artifacts, but just ordinary ironware tainted with a little spiritual power.

Watching Lu Lin's actions from inside the carriage, the coachman reloaded the spear into a hidden compartment on the carriage floor and said, "Sir, most of these horse-hunting rogues don't carry valuables on their person. They use this method to minimize the losses caused by the death of their team members."

At this point, the groom, worried that Lu Lin might not understand the underlying logic of the matter, explained it in simpler terms:

"In other words, cultivation resources are far more important to these robbers than human lives. Therefore, they wouldn't carry cultivation resources with them."

Lu Lin paused for a moment upon hearing this, then sighed and stopped searching.

At this moment, the blood flowing from the three corpses on the ground had stained a large amount of rainwater red, and even the wind and rain could not stop the stench of blood from entering the nostrils.

Lu Lin took out a yellow earth-attribute talisman and threw it on the ground. The next moment, the ground became soft, as if a large number of tentacles had stretched out and climbed onto the three corpses, swallowing them into the earth.

His proficiency with nature magic also increased somewhat.

Upon seeing Lu Lin's method of disposing of the corpse, a hint of astonishment flashed across the groom's eyes, but he quickly concealed it, pretending not to have seen anything.

On the contrary, the scholar became even more curious about Lu Lin. He lifted the curtain of the carriage window and looked at the scene outside the carriage.

After dealing with the body, Lu Lin climbed back into the carriage from the side. As he entered, he used his spiritual power to evaporate the rainwater off his body, and sat down in the carriage feeling refreshed.

The scholar then withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Lu Lin, and asked curiously, "I didn't expect that you, young master, are a dual-path cultivator, and that both of your paths are extraordinary."

Whether it is the path of nature or the path of stars, both are paths that are one in ten thousand. Even if a cultivator on such a path is not very good, their overall strength can still rank in the middle to upper range among all cultivators on all paths.

For an ordinary person, being able to enter even one of these paths would be an incredible stroke of luck. But unexpectedly, this young master has entered two, and it seems that his strength is not weak at all.

Lu Lin humbly replied, "The key to success lies in quality, not quantity. I'm just trying out another path."

The scholar knew Lu Lin was being modest, so he smoothly changed the subject and asked, "How did you feel after activating that piece of paper with your spiritual power, young master?"

Speaking of this, Lu Lin immediately felt a surge of curiosity: "Just now, after I infused that word with my spiritual power, I felt that my strength in the rain had increased. Why is that?"

Upon hearing this, the scholar smiled with satisfaction and said to Lu Lin, "To be honest, this technique is one of the secret arts of calligraphy and painting in my path of writing, called 'The Way of Rhyme Through Words'."

If the character "rain" that I wrote is activated by spiritual power, then the image of rain temporarily becomes the activator's training ground. Within that training ground, one's strength will naturally increase.

Lu Lin was taken aback.

The so-called Dao field is something that a Foundation Establishment cultivator will possess after establishing their Dao foundation. A Dao field can be a specific state of mind, or it can be a tangible image or object.

Some Foundation Establishment stage training grounds are in thunderstorms, so their strength will increase dramatically during thunderstorms.

Therefore, the temple is also called the "heavenly time".

"This character can actually create a temple on the spot?" Lu Lin wished he could have more.

The scholar laughed heartily, unusually unable to contain his pride: "I practiced this move for two years before I even mastered it, so it's perfectly reasonable for it to have this effect."

Lu Lin asked, "Could you write me one more character, sir?"

The scholar was taken aback, but he was generous and said to Lu Lin, "Young master, you helped me today, so I will give you one of these as a gift."

After saying this, the scholar took out paper and pen and wrote a single character on a piece of white paper: Night.

Once this word is activated, the night becomes the sacred space.

Lu Lin carefully put the paper away and said gratefully, "Thank you for the calligraphy, sir."

The scholar smiled and nodded, then poured Lu Lin another glass of wine.

Lu Lin gladly accepted.

Lu Lin seized the opportunity to ask, "By the way, sir, were you able to discern the true nature of that Three-Sword Style rogue cultivator?"

After a moment of contemplation, the scholar said:

"The Three-Sword Style was created by a rogue cultivator two hundred years ago. He used the Three-Sword Style to build his foundation and establish the Sword Heart Dojo. Thirty years ago, he realized he had no chance of achieving the Golden Core Dao, so he dispersed his Dao among the world. Since then, his techniques and secret arts have been scattered. Ten years later, a certain merchant guild took the opportunity to make copies and make them public. Now, twenty years have passed, and there are countless rogue cultivators practicing the Three-Sword Style. Their strengths vary greatly, and I can't tell the details of those rogue cultivators."

Lu Lin also knew the origin of the Three-Sword Style. It was precisely because he knew that he did not dare to make a move rashly just now. When you are at the same level, if you do not know the other party's background and make a move rashly, you are very likely to be ambushed.

Just then, the coachman said to the carriage, "My lords, we've rested enough, we'll continue our journey now."

"Okay," Lu Lin and the scholar replied in unison.

The carriage began to move slowly, pulled by the fiery horses. Because it had just rained, the originally uneven road surface had become softer after being washed by the rain, and the ride was not as bumpy.

Lu Lin and the scholar drank in the carriage without feeling any impact on them.

Time passed slowly, and the sky outside the carriage gradually darkened. The coachman quickened his pace and finally arrived at the nearest post station before nightfall.

The post station had places to eat and places to stay overnight, but both were quite expensive. So most travelers would spend the night in the carriage. As for the drivers, there was a tent under a secret compartment in the carriage. They usually pitched their tents next to the Fiery Sun Horse to sleep, partly to rest and partly to look after the horse.

Although there are people at the post station who can guarantee compensation, if the Lieyang horse is lost, the most troublesome people will still be the grooms.

Lu Lin had no money with him, so he had to leave the carriage to go to the post station for a meal. After a bumpy ride and drinking some wine, he was starving.

Upon arriving at the post station, Lu Lin ordered a bowl of noodles and some spirit beast meat, which cost a total of thirty-six taels of silver, slightly cheaper than at noon.

In addition, it was already late, and the travelers were exhausted from their journey. The entire inn was quiet, as if there was no one else there except Lu Lin and his servant.

Oh no, the waiter turned and left after bringing him the food.

Looking around, Lu Lin couldn't see a single person.

Lu Lin suddenly felt bored, so he simply let Xiao Hei out to eat with him.

Xiao Hei was also extremely hungry, after all, Lu Lin had used some of Xiao Hei's power when they were fighting the Three-Sword Style.

Watching Xiao Hei wolf down its food, Lu Lin was thinking about whether to order another serving, but at that moment, Xiao Hei suddenly stopped swallowing its food.

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Lu Lin was taken aback. Could it be poisonous?

He used his druidic senses to confirm that the food was not poisoned.

"Then this is...?"

Lu Lin frowned slightly, thinking that Xiao Hei was complaining about the food. But then, Xiao Hei jumped off the table, sniffed the air, and headed towards the entrance of the inn's kitchen.

Lu Lin's eyes flashed. After checking that no one was around, he carefully concealed his aura and followed.

After walking for a while, the man and the dog crossed a wall and came to the back of the post station. There was a room there with the door open, but a white curtain was covering it.

Suddenly, I heard a low murmur of discussion:

"Is everything ready?"