Under One Person: Rebuilding the Glory of the Beast Master

Whispers came from behind him, but Zeng Su pretended not to hear them and continued walking at a leisurely pace.

The dining hall was a spacious hall with dozens of long tables and benches, capable of accommodating hundreds of people at the same time.

It was breakfast time, and many disciples were sitting in the hall. Some were engrossed in eating porridge, while others were talking in hushed tones. The air was filled with the aroma of rice porridge and pickled vegetables.

Lin Yifeng led Zeng Su to the food pick-up area and spoke a few words to the person inside. The person glanced at Zeng Su, nodded, and handed him two bowls and a pair of chopsticks.

The bowl contained millet porridge, served with a dish of pickled vegetables, half a salted duck egg, and two multigrain steamed buns.

"The food inside the sect is the same for everyone." Lin Yifeng sat down at an empty table with a bowl in his hand. "The Trinity Sect doesn't discriminate; everyone is equal in terms of food, clothing, and daily necessities."

Zeng Su sat down and took a sip of the porridge. The porridge was thick and fragrant with rice. The yolks of the salted duck eggs were oily, and the pickled vegetables were crisp. It was a great dish to eat with rice.

He ate very carefully, leaving not a single grain of rice.

Lin Yifeng watched him eat, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. Having been in the Sanyi Sect for so many years, he had seen many new disciples. Some came from wealthy families and couldn't handle simple meals; it wasn't unheard of for them to secretly throw away their steamed buns.

The child in front of me is eight years old. He traveled a long way to Taimu Mountain and moved into an unfamiliar place. He didn't cry, make a fuss, or act spoiled. He ate and drank as usual. This composure is unlike that of a child.

"If that's not enough, we can get more," Lin Yifeng said.

"Senior brother, that's enough."

After the meal, Lin Yifeng took him to the Sutra Repository.

The Sutra Repository is located on a cliff halfway up the mountain. It is a three-story wooden building that is not very eye-catching. There is only one senior brother sitting at the door guarding it.

"The Scripture Pavilion is open to all disciples. It contains introductory chapters of most of the sect's techniques and skills, as well as some miscellaneous classics," Lin Yifeng said, pointing to the pavilion. "You can borrow whatever you want to see; just register."

He paused, then added, "However, don't try to do too much at once. You're new here, so focus on building a solid foundation before considering anything else."

Zeng Su nodded, thinking to himself about when he could borrow some books about talismans to read. He still didn't know how to use the talismans he had taken from that green-eyed man.

After leaving the Sutra Repository, Lin Yifeng took him to the martial arts arena.

The training ground was located in the most open area on the mountain. It was a plaza paved with bluestone, about the size of two football fields. Around the plaza were various training equipment such as wooden stakes, targets, and stone weights. At this moment, more than a dozen disciples were practicing on the ground.

Some were practicing their fists and feet, some were practicing with weapons, and some were exerting force on wooden stakes. The shouts, the sounds of fists and feet colliding, and the sound of weapons cutting through the air were all intertwined, creating a lively but not chaotic atmosphere.

Zeng Su's gaze swept across the field, finally settling on one person.

In one corner of the square, a boy who looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old was practicing boxing. The boy's boxing skills were fierce and swift, and each punch was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound. His Qi was condensed and did not dissipate, and it radiated a faint white light.

"That's Lu Jin." Lin Yifeng followed his gaze and looked over. "He's the sect leader's personal disciple, with excellent aptitude and diligent cultivation. The elders in the sect think highly of him. Moreover, he's very good at interpersonal relationships and has excellent popularity within the sect."

Lu Jin.

He was all too familiar with that name. The future "Flawless Master Lu Jin" was a renowned figure in the world of supernatural beings.

Of course, he is still just a teenager, practicing his boxing skills with great effort on the training ground.

"Is he very capable?" Zeng Su asked.

Lin Yifeng smiled and said, "That's quite impressive. But you're not bad either, Junior Brother. Being able to raise a strange beast at the age of eight is rare even in the entire world of supernatural beings."

Zeng Su didn't reply, his gaze lingering on Lu Jin for a moment before looking away. There would be plenty of time to deal with Lu Jin later; there was no rush.

Lu Jin, who was cultivating, was completely undisturbed by any external factors, and naturally did not know that someone had been watching him.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see other places." Lin Yifeng turned and walked out of the martial arts arena.

Lin Yifeng led Zeng Su on a tour of the entire Sanyi Gate.

Zeng Su wrote them down one by one.

After completing the round trip, it was already noon.

Lin Yifeng escorted him back to Tingsong Courtyard, stopped at the gate, looked at him and said, "That's enough for today! Starting tomorrow, you'll be attending morning classes with the other disciples. It starts at 5:00 AM, don't be late."

"What do you learn in the morning class?" Zeng Su asked.

"Meditation, Qi cultivation, reading, martial arts practice—the daily schedule is different," Lin Yifeng said. "Although you are an outer disciple, you still need to learn the basics. As for the Reverse Life Triple Stage—"

He glanced at Zeng Su, his tone becoming more serious: "You can try practicing the Reverse Life Triple Stage, but don't force yourself. There are many other techniques and skills in the sect that you can learn. The sect leader's intention is for you to first build a solid foundation and find a path that suits you."

Zeng Su nodded: "I understand."

Lin Yifeng smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, you can rest now! See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

After Lin Yifeng left, Zeng Su closed the courtyard gate.

Bai Jiahei stood up from under the pine tree, walked over to him, and nudged his hand with his nose.

"White plus black," Zeng Su patted its head. "From now on, you'll have to work hard."

"Hmph!" (Of course!)

Bai Jiahei raised his head, indicating that he was ready.

Even now that he has joined the Trinity Sect, his main power is still only one thing—[Unlimited Evolution].

现在白加黑进化需要四个条件：目标年龄≥5；累计进行五次生死战斗（0/5）；以特定方法锤鍊体魄100次（0/100）；餵养（灵钢饲料）。

Age is not a hard and fast rule; it refers to the progress of development or ability. Baijiahei has already met this requirement.

Life-or-death battles sound terrifying, but they are high-intensity battles. It doesn't mean you have to work day and night facing life-or-death crises, but you have to gain something from the battle.

Next comes the tempering of the body, which requires the arrival of Zeng Su, the master. The specific method is already in Zeng Su's mind. This method is specially designed for Baijiahei and can only be used on Baijiahei.

Don't rush to get the last Spirit Steel feed, but of course you should still collect the materials when you have the time and energy.

After carefully going through all these things in his mind, Zeng Su understood what he needed to do now.

"Let's begin our first physical training session!"

He looked at Bai Jiahei and spoke.

Baijiahei obediently came to its master, its eyes fixed on him.

"Come on! Master, I'm ready."

Zeng Su took a deep breath, channeled the Qi within his body into his palm, and then struck at Bai Jiahei.

This is not a random action. Every pat and every infusion of Qi corresponds precisely to a specific meridian or acupoint in Baijiahei's body. This is a body-strengthening method specially designed for Baijiahei, which is naturally compatible and perfectly unified.

This is the irrationality of unlimited evolution.

Zeng Su also gave this body-strengthening method a name: "Hundred Refinements Technique (White and Black Version)".

The practice of the "Hundred Refinements Technique" is very tedious, and can even be described as painful.

Zeng Su's palms patted Bai Jiahei's body, each time seemingly gentle, but actually containing a penetrating Qi. That Qi would pass through the skin, through the fat, through the muscles, and directly affect the bones and meridians.

Every time Baijiahei is slapped, it grimaces and groans in pain, but it never flinches. It knows that its owner is helping it become stronger, and in a real, step-by-step way.

"Hold on," Zeng Su said as he patted the wound, fine beads of sweat already forming on his forehead. "Thirty-six more."

The Hundred Refinements Technique is not only forging Bai Jiahei, but also indirectly forging its master. If his own strength is insufficient, he will not be able to forge Bai Jiahei's body.

Bai Jiahei gritted his teeth, let out a muffled groan, and managed to withstand it.

Zeng Su's palm fell again, this time with greater intensity of Qi than before. It struck Bai Jiahei's shoulder blade with a dull "thump," like striking a thick drum.

Bai Jiahei shuddered, its four hooves carving four shallow furrows in the mud, but it did not retreat a single step.

Zeng Su took a deep breath; his body was trembling slightly, but he had to continue, or all his previous efforts would be in vain.

"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred."

With the final blow, Bai Jiahei finally couldn't hold on any longer. His massive body swayed, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

It emitted billowing heat, and sweat and qi rose from its skin pores, condensing into a cloud of white mist in the cold winter air.

Zeng Su was also exhausted. He plopped down next to Baijiahei and leaned against its warm body, panting heavily. He was finally free of exhaustion.

"That's enough for today." He patted his well-fed belly. "We'll continue tomorrow."

Bai Jiahei snorted a few times and nudged his hand with its nose, meaning "I know, I know".

The man and the pig leaned against each other, looking at the sky above the hill behind them.

The sky over Mount Taimu is higher, farther, and bluer than that over Mount Daqing. The mountains here are also different from those of Mount Daqing. While the mountains of Mount Daqing are majestic and rugged, the mountains of Mount Taimu are beautiful and graceful.

Zeng Su closed his eyes, letting the mountain wind blow across his cheeks.

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Time passed day by day, and after three months, Zeng Su's life at Sanyi Gate was back to normal.

Aside from using the Hundred Refinements Technique to help Bai Jiahei and cultivate himself, he spent most of his time on the Three Ones Sect's ultimate technique—"Reverse Rebirth Triple Technique".

During these three months, he spent every day studying the manuals on the Reverse Rebirth Triple Technique, pondering every word and deducing every move. He also consulted with his senior brothers and uncles within the sect, and even asked the Left Sect Leader.

These people gave him detailed answers, but just like Master Zuo, they advised him not to try the Reverse Rebirth Triple Technique lightly, as the chance of failure was extremely high.

In fact, the Sanyi Sect's techniques are not complicated at all; in fact, they are even simpler and clearer than the Zeng family's Beast Sensing Technique. However, the principles contained within them are so profound that they inspire awe.

The Threefold Reversal of Life: First, transforming flesh and blood into life; second, refining the body to return to Qi. Using a mortal body to defy the natural order, shedding flesh and blood, transforming tendons and bones, and returning to the innate state—this is reversal of life.

First level: Reverse the physical body to refine the surface layer, the Dao Qi merges with the skin and flesh, making it difficult to be injured by weapons and evil spirits, healing minor physical injuries, strengthening muscles and bones, invigorating blood and qi, and shedding the inferiority of mortal body.

The second stage involves reversing the flow of internal organs, tendons, bones, and essence, tempering them until half of them are transformed into Qi. The physical body becomes as white as jade, impervious to water, fire, and poisons. Severed limbs and internal organs can regenerate, making the body incredibly strong, almost indestructible.

The third level: Returning to the innate state, the body, spirit, bones and flesh are all transformed into the innate Qi, abandoning the mortal body, gathering and scattering at will, untouched by any magic, and techniques collapse on their own.

The rebirth process involves three stages, each a step up and a hurdle to overcome.

Zeng Su wasn't incapable of practicing; he simply dared not.

Because Zuo Ruotong is right, his Qi is too "hard". If he forcibly cultivates the Reverse Life Triple Level, it is like making an elephant walk a tightrope - not that it cannot walk, but that it has to pay ten or a hundred times more than ordinary people for every step it takes, and it may fall to its death at any time.

Moreover, in those three months, he personally witnessed two disciples run into trouble because of their cultivation of the Reverse Rebirth Triple Stage.

One of the senior brothers, Zhou Ping, was an elder in the three sects. He had good aptitude and had been cultivating the Reverse Life Triple Stage for almost ten years, and had already reached the threshold of the second stage. However, last month, when he was trying to break through to the second stage, his Qi went astray, and all the meridians in his left arm broke and the bones shattered into dust. Zuo Ruotong personally intervened to save his life, but his arm was essentially ruined, and he also lost most of his cultivation.

There was another senior brother named Chen Yuanzhi, who arrived half a year earlier than Zeng Su. He had above-average aptitude and had been very stable in cultivating the Reverse Life Triple Stage. A few days ago, he finally made up his mind to break through to the first stage, but at the critical moment, the Qi in his body suddenly went out of control and all his internal organs shifted.

It took Uncle-Master Si Chong three days and three nights of force-feeding him medicine to pull him back from the brink of death.

Zeng Su also visited him.

At that time, Chen Yuanzhi lay on the bed, his face ashen, his lips purple, and he struggled to speak. Seeing Zeng Su, he forced a smile: "Junior Brother, what brings you here?"

Zeng Su was the youngest in the entire Sanyi Sect, so everyone called him Junior Brother.

"Come and see your senior brother." Zeng Su moved a stool and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Chen Yuanzhi struggled to sit up but Zeng Su pressed him down. He sighed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, his voice weak as a wisp of smoke: "Junior Brother, what do you think we're striving for by cultivating so desperately?"

Zeng Su did not answer.

"When my father sent me to the Sanyi Sect, he told me to cultivate diligently and make something of myself in the future." Chen Yuanzhi's voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself. "I've been practicing for more than half a year and I still haven't figured anything out. The other day, I almost lost my life because of that one move."

He turned to look at Zeng Su, his eyes a little red: "Junior brother, do you think I'm not suited for this path?"

Zeng Su remained silent for a long time, then stood up and patted Chen Yuanzhi on the shoulder: "Senior brother, a road is made by walking. If this road is blocked, we can try another one."

Chen Yuanzhi paused for a moment, then smiled, a smile tinged with bitterness.

"Change paths?" He shook his head. "If I change paths, will I still be a disciple of the Trinity Sect? I'm truly unwilling to accept this!"

Zeng Su did not answer the question because he knew it was one he could not answer.

Chen Yuanzhi was taken back by his family. He was completely ruined and would probably only be able to live an ordinary life for the rest of his life. This was the reality for some of the disciples of the Sanyi Sect.

Reversing the cycle of rebirth three times, the number one in the Xuanmen (mystical sect). This title is not one that can be obtained casually.

So he began to rethink a question—was the Triple Rebirth really suitable for him?

Or does he really need to undergo a triple rebirth?

He possessed beast-sensing skills, the ability to combine day and night, and the power of "unlimited evolution." All of these combined were enough for him to forge a unique path.

"Should we really give up on the Triple Rebirth?"

This question lingered in his mind. As a transmigrator, he knew that the Triple Rebirth Technique might not be able to reach the heavens, but there was no doubt that the Triple Rebirth Technique was one of the most powerful magical techniques in the world. Giving up on it like this was really unwilling.

Many disciples of the Sanyi Sect have encountered problems while cultivating the third level of Reverse Life, resulting in physical disabilities or even death, but disciples still follow in their footsteps.

Moreover, how can one be considered a disciple of the Sanyi Sect if one cannot cultivate to the third level of Reverse Rebirth? If he can cultivate to the third level of Reverse Rebirth, then he can get rid of the title of outer disciple and truly rely on the great tree of the Sanyi Sect.

This was Zeng Su's plan, very realistic.

So he continued to study the techniques of the Threefold Reversal of Life, continued to ponder those obscure and difficult-to-understand incantations, and continued to try to transform the Qi in his body towards a "softer" direction.

But every attempt ended in failure.

Unless he destroys his cultivation now and kills Bai Jiahei, he will be able to purify his Qi to its purest state.

But how could that be possible?