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Lin Zhixu quickly finished washing up, picked up the storage bag from the pool, and took out the clothes that Yu Linzhou had prepared for him.

I unfolded it and saw it was purple. Then I turned it over and saw it was red. Then I turned it over again and saw it was a mix of purple and red.

He dressed in the most flamboyant way possible, just like his master's usual style of dress.

Lin Zhixu: "..."

That's not surprising at all.

In just two days, he found himself becoming increasingly silent.

He stared at the gold-trimmed purple robe in his hand for two seconds, then silently put it back and chose a more formal dark purple long gown to wear.

The fabric is good quality, soft and comfortable, but the color is too flashy.

He lingered for quite a while before finally reaching the front yard.

Yu Linzhou was still sitting on the stone bench when he heard footsteps and lazily opened his eyes.

When his gaze fell on his "beloved disciple," his eyes paused for a moment.

The boy's skin still had a light pinkish tinge from soaking in the hot spring, and his wet black hair clung to his face, highlighting a vibrant beauty he didn't usually possess against his dark purple robe.

Yu Linzhou waved his hand and combed Lin Zhixu's hair. Perhaps out of a wicked sense of humor, he even braided a small braid into it.

Hanging down in front of the chest, it exudes a playful charm.

Yu Linzhou looked him up and down, then smiled with satisfaction: "Clothes really do make the man. My judgment is as good as ever."

Lin Zhixu remained silent.

Yu Linzhou rested his chin on his hand and looked at him for a while, as if he had just remembered that he had taken on a disciple and needed to teach him. He slowly said, "Now that you've cleaned up, I'll start teaching you how to guide qi into your body tomorrow. Although your spiritual root is a bit weak, you're fortunate to have a good master."

He held out his hand. "Give me your hand."

Lin Zhixu hesitated for a moment before handing over his wrist.

Yu Linzhou placed two fingers on his pulse, closed his eyes and concentrated, and a wisp of extremely fine spiritual energy probed into his meridians.

Well, it truly lives up to its reputation as a low-grade wood-type spiritual root.

The spiritual vein was so thin and weak that it seemed like a thread that could break at any moment. It was also full of impurities, making it extremely difficult for spiritual energy to circulate.

Yu Linzhou withdrew his spiritual power, opened his eyes, and looked at Lin Zhixu with a somewhat subtle expression: "How old are you this year?"

"eighteen."

"Eighteen years old, and his spiritual meridians are so blocked? He's never cultivated before?"

"No," Lin Zhixu answered honestly.

Yu Linzhou remained silent for a moment.

To be honest, he regretted it a little.

He impulsively took the man in the square on a whim, perhaps out of spite, or perhaps to spite Yan Lingcang.

Yan Lingcang has already taken on disciples, so why can't he? He never even considered that he would be responsible for teaching them afterwards.

The result was that he ended up taking on a mess.

In traditional cultivation families with a lineage, disciples begin cultivating their spiritual energy at the age of five or six to lay a foundation. As they grow older, their spiritual meridians will naturally absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so even if someone has poor talent, their meridians won't be blocked like this.

His disciple is quite something; for eighteen years, his spiritual veins have never been cleansed by spiritual energy, and the impurities have accumulated to the point that they're almost forming clumps.

With this kind of talent, let alone cultivating immortality, he could barely even be a menial disciple.

But it doesn't matter. Yu Linzhou doesn't accept disciples based on their aptitude anyway.

This might be a difficult situation for someone else.

But what he loves most is defying fate.

"Alright," he released his grip, leaned back, and resumed his lazy demeanor. "Although your foundation is a bit weak, it's not hopeless. You should rest well today, and I'll come to clear your spiritual meridians tomorrow."

After saying that, he took out a jade bottle from his sleeve and tossed it to Lin Zhixu: "Take one of these tonight. This is a Marrow Cleansing Pill. Although it's the lowest grade, it's enough for your current body."

"Your body is too weak. You need to take one pill every day. Ask me for more when you finish this one."

He stood up, waved lazily, and said, "I'm leaving."

Then, with a flash, he disappeared into the night.

Lin Zhixu was already used to his swift comings and goings, so she turned around, took the jade bottle, and went back to her room.

He sat on the edge of the bed, poured out a Marrow Cleansing Pill, and examined it in his palm.

It looks like an ordinary brown pill, about the size of a soybean, and doesn't smell like much.

He put the pill aside, not in a hurry to take it, and instead took out the dusty stone from his storage bag.

He examined it several times, but it remained the same ugly, pitted stone, and he couldn't figure out what it was for. He could only mentally call out, "System, tell me, what's the use of this stone?"

System: [Analysis indicates that this stone contains a large amount of energy, currently sealed and cannot be extracted at this time. Perhaps the host will be able to break the seal someday.]

Lin Zhixu was somewhat surprised: "It really is something from ancient times?"

System: [That's not it. But this stone is certainly no ordinary object. Its effects vary from person to person; it might be useful to the host, but not necessarily to others.]

It's almost as if I said nothing at all.

However, since the system has said so, this thing must be more than just an ordinary broken rock.

He doesn't have the ability to open it right now, so asking more questions won't help.

Lin Zhixu put the stone back into his storage bag, planning to study it again when he had the chance.

He picked up the Marrow Cleansing Pill again, hesitated for a moment, then tilted his head back and swallowed it.

After the pill entered my stomach, I didn't feel anything at first.

As Lin Zhixu lay in bed, he even began to suspect that the medicine Yu Linzhou had given him might be expired.

However, before he could finish half a cup of tea, a surge of scorching heat suddenly rose from the depths of his dantian, as if someone had lit a fire in his stomach.

The heat travels along the meridians to the limbs and bones, piercing the area as if repeatedly by red-hot needles.

He gripped the blankets beneath him tightly, his knuckles turning white, and cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead.

This body is indeed in very poor condition.

Having grown up eating grains for eighteen years, the impurities accumulated in his meridians were numerous and stubborn. The medicinal power of the Marrow Cleansing Pill struggled to penetrate through them, like scraping bones bit by bit with a dull knife.

Each heartbeat was accompanied by a sharp, stabbing pain, and blood began to seep from the surface of my skin, carrying a foul, fishy smell.

Lin Zhixu gritted his teeth, silently counting his breaths in his mind to distract himself: one, two, three...

...The pain did not lessen.

Wood-type spiritual roots possess the energy of growth and development. When the spiritual power of the Marrow Cleansing Pill passes through the dantian, a portion of it will be naturally neutralized, so although it hurts, it won't damage the root.

It's also possible that Yu Linzhou was wary of Lin Zhixu because it was his first time undergoing marrow cleansing, so the pills he gave him were of a very low grade, and therefore the effects weren't as strong.

After an unknown amount of time, the burning sensation finally subsided. Lin Zhixu was soaked to the bone, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

The skin was covered with a sticky gray grime and blood, emitting a pungent odor.

He propped himself up on the bed and looked down at the back of his hand.

Beneath the grayish-black grime, the skin seemed a little whiter, and the body felt much lighter. However, only a layer of the impurities accumulated over the years had been cleared away, which was far from enough for cultivation.

However, the bath was wasted.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, went to the backyard to take a shower, and changed into clean clothes.

I went back to my room and changed all the bedding on the bed.

He walked to the window and opened it a crack. The night breeze, carrying the fragrance of bamboo leaves, blew in and dispelled the fishy smell in the room.

Only then did I comfortably lie back down on the bed.

Marrow cleansing does have an effect; at the very least, it helps with sleep.

Lin Zhixu soon fell into a deep sleep.