I, a centenarian, sweep through the gates of immortality.

The jade pendant contains the purest and sharpest sword spirit.

He swallowed it, and his cultivation level soared.

This is something that countless young cultivators dream of, and it is even more precious to Lin Feng, a centenarian.

But he still held back and forcibly severed the spiritual energy transmission from the jade pendant.

He knew very well that everything in excess is bad, and that rapid growth in cultivation was not a good thing.

The path to immortality is one of taking things one step at a time.

Moreover, there are people watching him. He has no power or influence, and if his secrets are discovered, he may face death. It's better to remain calm and composed.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng clenched the jade pendant on his chest, his hands, as withered as twigs, trembling.

Gradually stopping.

"It's time to go back and rest."

"Staying here might arouse suspicion."

With a change of heart, Lin Feng quietly left the sword-making room. After looking around and confirming that no one was around, he returned to the residence arranged by Yun Shu to rest.

For the next two days, Lin Feng's life continued as usual.

When a disciple of a sect needed a sword forged, Lin Feng went to do so.

If no one was around, Lin Feng would go to the Sutra Repository.

When Lin Feng first joined the sect, the sect leader instructed him that he could freely consult any martial arts manuals or classic texts within the sect.

Although Lin Feng is only at the third level of Qi Refining and his cultivation is not considered profound, he should indeed learn some combat techniques.

Since he had no master and no one to guide him, Lin Feng couldn't understand many of the complex combat techniques, so he could only choose the simple ones.

Looking at all the low-level techniques in the Scripture Pavilion, Lin Feng ultimately chose the Spirit Escape Technique for self-preservation.

This Spirit Escape Technique is quite simple. It uses spiritual energy as a marker. When casting a spell, as long as the spiritual energy marker is not erased, one can instantly return to the marked location, even if they are hundreds of miles away.

For Lin Feng, this method was enough to save his life.

"Practice this method first."

"The rest can be learned later."

After completing the registration, Lin Feng left the Scripture Pavilion with the manual of the Spirit Escape Technique.

The once bustling front hill is now eerily quiet.

All the inner disciples, except those who were out on missions, had gathered in front of the mountain gate.

Seeing this, Lin Feng knew they were waiting for people from Qingfeng Valley.

This was precisely the opportunity Lin Feng had been waiting for for several days.

"call."

Lin Feng took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the mountain gate.

The disciples who were waiting in line were chatting in hushed tones and no one noticed Lin Feng until he arrived at the mountain gate.

"Oh? Mr. Lin?"

"What's wrong with you?"

The moment Ying Wujiu saw Lin Feng in the crowd, he knew exactly what Lin Feng was going to do next.

His gaze was sharp as an arrow, fixed intently on Lin Feng.

A moment later, he squeezed through the crowd and came to Lin Feng, his voice somber.

"Lin Feng, I know what you want to do, but I still have to advise you to give up."

In Ying Wujiu's view, Lin Feng would certainly not be willing to surrender, and his purpose in coming here today must be to take advantage of the power of his fellow disciples and the sect leader and elders.

Chongyang Valley is, after all, a reputable and upright sect. It wouldn't sound good if word got out that they had turned a living person into a vegetable.

If Lin Feng throws a tantrum in front of everyone and refuses to accept the punishment even at the cost of his life, the sect leader, in order to protect the sect's reputation, will not allow Ying Wujiu to lay a hand on Lin Feng on the surface.

But that's only on the surface.

Ying Wujiu leaned close to Lin Feng's ear and deliberately lowered his voice.

"You may cause trouble here, and the sect leader will outwardly protect you, but secretly, I still have countless ways to make you submit!"

"So don't make this foolish struggle."

"If you dare to do it, I will make you suffer a thousand times more."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng's withered figure trembled and took two steps back. He looked into Ying Wujiu's eyes and read the ruthlessness in them.

Without a doubt, Ying Wujiu will retaliate.

Even if Lin Feng is not wrong.

Or perhaps, Lin Feng's current weakness is his biggest mistake.

Even if one is filled with hatred due to insufficient strength, one must not show it on one's face. Not only must one not hate, but one's attitude must also be more respectful.

Lin Feng bowed respectfully to Ying Wujiu, his hands clasped at his sides, and said...

"Although I have lived a hundred years in vain, I still know some manners, so why would I cause trouble?"

Ying Wujiu stared coldly at Lin Feng without saying a word, waiting for Lin Feng to reveal his purpose.

Yun Shu, who was in the crowd, also saw what was happening. She hurriedly squeezed through the crowd and came to Lin Feng's side.

"Elder Lin, today we, the inner disciples, are here to respectfully welcome the Qingfeng Valley Sect Leader and his entourage. Elder, you are a man of propriety, please do not cause any trouble."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng forced a smile onto his aged face.

"Your Highness has misunderstood. I have no intention of causing trouble; I simply wish to become your disciple."

"A few days ago, the fairy promised me that if my cultivation could break through again, she would guide me to become her disciple. Does that promise still stand?"

Upon hearing this, the disciples around him began to discuss it amongst themselves.

"Old sir, your life force is exhausted, you're like a lamp running out of oil, what use would it be for you to become a disciple?"

"If you still had any future prospects, the sect leader would have taken you in a few days ago."

Many of the disciples had succeeded in forging swords thanks to Lin Feng, so they were generally kind to him. However, when they heard that Lin Feng wanted to become his disciple, their words involuntarily carried a hint of ridicule.

Lin Feng ignored her completely and just looked at Yun Shu.

"Fairy, do you still stand by your word?"

Yun Shu sighed, her expression full of helplessness.

"Of course it counts, but you..."

Before Yun Shu could finish speaking, Lin Feng suddenly erupted in anger, his body shimmering with azure light, and spiritual energy swirling around him, circulating on its own.

Those gathered in front of the mountain gate at this moment are all inner disciples of Chongyang Valley.

They clearly distinguished between different realms and could tell at a glance that Lin Feng had already reached the third level of Qi Refining.

Everyone was shocked and exclaimed.

"Level three of Qi Refining?!"

"This? How is this possible!"

"Him! He's only been a beginner for a few days, without any guidance, and he's already broken through three levels in just a few days?!"

"Is this...am I dreaming?"

Those who are selected as inner disciples are all outstanding individuals with exceptional talent.

Even the strongest among them, it takes at least a year to reach the third level of Qi Refining.

But Lin Feng accomplished it in just a few days.

This is nothing short of a miracle.

Yun Shu was so shocked by Lin Feng that she couldn't speak, her expression one of astonishment.

"You! You really did it?"

Lin Feng nodded calmly.

"In that case, am I qualified to become your disciple?"

Before Yun Shu could react, an excited roar suddenly came from the main hall behind her.

"Yes! Absolutely!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw Xu Yuanrang transform into a streak of green light, arriving in an instant.

Everyone quickly moved aside. Xu Yuan ran excitedly to Lin Feng, his face beaming with joy. He looked Lin Feng up and down for a long time, and only after confirming that Lin Feng was indeed at the third stage of Qi Refining did he excitedly say.

"I knew it! A congenital sword embryo, even if it awakens at a hundred years old, could never be buried in the mortal world!"