Chapter 3: Qing Yuan Zong

  "I hope my guess is correct", Ling Lin stretched out his hand, extremely carefully approaching the quietly lying Measuring Spirit Stone, with a serious expression.

  Warm, this is the first feeling that the fingertips touch. After holding it in the palm of your hand, this feeling has strengthened a bit. However, the expected light did not appear. Through the gap, it can be found that the test spirit stone is still dark.

  "Trash is just trash." Ling Heng said disdainfully with a cold glance.

  Ling Lin stared intently at the Spirit Stone in his hand, and due to the immense power, his hand holding the stone began to tremble involuntarily. A bitter smile spread across his lips as he thought: Had he guessed wrong? Was it going to end like this?...

  Unwilling to give up, Ling Lin gazed at the Measuring Spirit Stone lying quietly in his palm with a bitter expression. Just as he was about to abandon it...

  "This... this... is glowing... Spiritual Root!" a young man exclaimed in incredulity.

  At this time, the dark measuring spirit stone was radiant, with coarse surface and wavy divine patterns flowing. "Hiss", suddenly a burst of sound, just like a match with sparks hitting water, the measuring spirit stone shook violently, then...

  "A collision", a wisp of gray smoke rose into the air, and the spirit stone was already broken into four pieces.

  Dazed, he stared at the fragments of the Ling Stone in Lin's hand. Lu Ning had long been stunned, having cultivated for decades and tested countless young people, but he had never encountered anyone who could shatter the Ling Stone during a spiritual root test... However, although the Ling Stone was now in pieces, it had still glowed previously, which was all that mattered. As for how the Ling Stone had shattered, who cared? Maybe it had simply deteriorated over time and happened to break today, Lu Ning thought to himself, his eyes growing increasingly bright.

  "Haha", Lu Ning laughed loudly, his sleeve fluttered and transformed into a rainbow, disappearing instantly. "Ling family's three little ones, hurry up and pack your things, I'll come to pick you up tomorrow..." The voice echoed in the air.

  "Dismissed, go back and rest." Ling Yao Tian waved his hand.

  "Come to the study and see me." A voice sounded in Linglin's ear.

  ……

  Inside the study room.

  "You must hate me." The light in the room was somewhat dim, and all that could be seen were two human figures sitting motionless in the corner.

  "It seems like a soliloquy, and then the voice said: 'Do you know how your mother died?' It seemed to involve some past matter, and the voice fell silent."

  "Mother." Ling Lin flipped through his memories, and suddenly found that this word was so scarce in his memories. "Didn't my mother die of illness when I was born?" This is what the elders at home told Ling Lin after he grew up. He didn't ask his father, but every time he asked about this question, his father became like a different person, unfamiliar and terrifying!

  "Haha, haha...!" Ling Yao Tian burst out laughing as if he had heard the most hilarious joke, his laughter carrying a hint of sorrow. "Bullshit! She died giving birth to you, it's because of you, because of you!"

  It was because of this reason that Ling Lin looked at Ling Yao Tian, who was a bit crazy at the moment, and couldn't help but feel some sorrow. This sorrow was for the soul that had died within this body.

  After the laughter subsided, there was another brief silence, followed by "I don't like you, but after all, you are my own flesh and blood, so..."

  "So you want to get rid of me, is that it?" Ling Lin raised his head, his voice icy.

  "I didn't think you'd know already." Ling Yao Tian said calmly, "You possess a spiritual root and joined the Qing Yuan Sect, which countless people dream of. Isn't this good enough?"

  "If I didn't have a spiritual root, if I couldn't enter Qingyuan Sect today, what would you do?"

  "You can enter other small factions, and I can even let you manage some of Ling's family industries abroad."

  "It sounds like it's going to be pretty good."

  ……

  The night grew darker, the sky was pitch black, and the stars had all hidden in the thick black fog.

  "You can go." Ling Yao Tian waved his hand, somewhat listlessly saying, "If you encounter any insoluble troubles at Qing Yuan Sect, you can go find your Uncle Ning..."

  The creaking sound echoed through the darkness as the door opened and a young man walked out...

  ……

  Ling Lin lay on the bed, silently pondering, so many things had happened since he came to this world, which made him not sleepy at all. He didn't originally belong to the Ling family, now it was as if a burden had been lifted off his shoulders, with a feeling of freedom and limitless possibilities. Tomorrow, he would be going to Qingyuan Sect, where he would truly come into contact with the mysterious world's veil, and Ling Lin felt an indescribable excitement!

  Ling Lin had a dream, he dreamed that he became an immortal, flying in the sky and entering the earth, moving mountains and filling seas, with one smile, the sky was clear for thousands of miles, with one anger, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. Smiling at the ups and downs of the world, the reincarnation of all living beings...

  The next day, when the sky was barely bright, the Ling family's courtyard was already filled with figures. In the front row, surprisingly, there were three young men!

  After a while, a loud noise came from afar. A sword light rapidly tore through the air and arrived, the sword light dissipated, and on the ground stood a young man. The young man's eyes were bright, his demeanor extraordinary, it was indeed Lu Ning.

  "Let's go." Lu Ning swept his gaze over the three people, then with a flick of his sleeve, he disappeared along with the three youths, rising up into the clouds and mist.

  Ling Lin felt his body lighten, the fierce gale blowing against his cheek stung, and only then did he realize that he was standing on a huge sword. Looking down, he saw that the city of Yinjiang was getting smaller and smaller, rapidly moving away from them. In just a short while, their eyes were already stinging from the gale, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

  "Good... good... dizzy." Due to curiosity, Ling Muyan looked for a while longer, and his legs started to tremble "giggle" uncontrollably. He then staggered around like he was drunk, and finally fell onto the giant sword with a thud.

  Ling Lin's eyes widened in unison as they hastily withdrew their gaze and tightly closed their eyes.

  It was as if he had suddenly realized something, and Lu Ning's voice floated over, "The path to immortality is fraught with difficulties. We cultivators must fight against humans, demons, and the heavens. Calamities can befall us at any moment, and a single misstep could lead to our complete destruction! Do you regret it? If you do, there's still time to turn back now."

  "We have no regrets!" The three of them said in unison.

  "Good!" Lu Ning stood on the great sword, with his hands behind his back, gazing at a distant range of mountains that faintly outlined the road ahead, and smiled: "We're almost there."

  As soon as the voice fell, Ling Lin felt the storm subsiding, and then a sense of solidity came. As soon as he opened his eyes, the sound of howling and roaring came. Squinting, Ling Lin saw that in front of him, five towering mountain peaks stood like five giant swords inserted into the earth, with a solemn and majestic atmosphere spreading across the sky. Among them, the middle peak was the most towering, with thick clouds and fog only reaching its waist, and the entire mountain peak seemed to be hidden in the clouds, faintly visible. The other four peaks surrounded the central main peak in a posture of stars surrounding the moon.

  "Brother Ning." A middle-aged man wearing a black robe floated over from afar and said respectfully.

  "Zhang Shidi." Lu Ning nodded and said, "These three young men will be our sect's disciples from now on. You arrange things, I'll leave first." Then, his figure flashed and disappeared into the small path leading to the mountain peak.

  A faint voice seemed to come from nowhere and whispered into Ling Lin's ear, "If you have anything in the future, you can find me at Zi Xiao Peak." Ling Lin suddenly turned his head, but there was no sign of Lu Ning's figure anywhere.

  Middle-aged man nodded, glanced at the three people of Ling Lin, and said: "You come with me."

  ……