Chapter 4 Outer Disciples

  The empty room looked a bit shabby, with only one bed, one table and one chair. However, Linglin's heart was hard to calm down. One day ago, he was still a patient suffering from an incurable disease, but one day later, he had become a member of the Xianjia sect who was about to start his cultivation journey. Moreover, judging from the light emitted by the Spirit Stone, it seemed that his spiritual root was not bad, although he didn't know why the Spirit Stone cracked in the end.

  Ling Lin shook his head vigorously, as if he could shake off all the distracting thoughts in his mind. He stopped thinking about it and picked up a small booklet on the table.

  After today's experience, Linglin, who could no longer hold back his excitement, began to quickly flip through...

  In the distant past, when this land was dominated by powerful and ferocious beasts, humans were a weak and small race, subjected to enslavement and slaughter by these beasts. Our ancestors refused to accept this fate, and through diligent research and practice, gradually created cultivation methods suitable for humans. From then on, the human body, once fragile and weak, slowly unleashed unparalleled power, and some humans began to be able to contend with the powerful beasts. After countless years of bloodshed and turmoil, humanity finally gained control over the land. The experiences, insights, and knowledge of our ancestors were passed down through generations, gradually forming a complete cultivation system.

  Martial path, Innate, Zi Fu, Dong Xu, Yin Yang... These are the five major realms of the Cultivation Realm from the beginning! Among them, each major realm is further divided into many small realms. For example, the initial Martial Path Realm is divided into ten small realms...

  Although it was a thin book, the content recorded inside was quite a lot. Ling Lin read it very carefully and only finished reading after a while. He rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then picked up another book.

  "Qīng Yuán Zōng's Unified Cultivation Method for Outer Disciples". Yes, Ling Lin has become an outer disciple of Qīng Yuán Zōng. The "Qī Líng Jué" is divided into ten levels, corresponding to the ten levels of martial arts, but it is said that generally by the ninth level, one can break through to the Xian Tian realm. However, the final tenth level is rarely achieved by anyone.

  ……

  In a simple room, a young man sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, quietly exhaling as he cultivated. The young man was Lin Ling, and after firmly remembering the technique in his heart, he couldn't wait to start cultivating. This was Lin Ling's second time cultivating, and that warm feeling grew stronger and stronger, completely different from what was recorded in the manual. According to the manual, when a cultivator first started exhaling for cultivation, they would feel a cool sensation, which was a sign of spiritual energy entering the body. But as for himself...

  Ling Lin could feel that more and more spiritual energy was rapidly pouring into his body, making it seem as if his entire being was a black hole, sucking in all the surrounding spiritual energy. Fortunately, the commotion wasn't too great, and the spiritual energy only swirled within this small room; otherwise, he feared that the entire Qing Yuan Sect would have been alarmed.

  "It's hot, so hot." Time flew by, and his body gradually heated up, from the initial warmth to the current scorching heat. Ling Lin felt like a big furnace, and the spiritual energy that was desperately squeezed into his body became the best fuel. He wanted to stop, but he didn't dare to. Although he was still a small fry in the cultivation world, Ling Lin knew that if he suddenly stopped the operation of his heart method now, the large amount of spiritual energy inside his body would be enough to burst his small frame.

  His face was bitter, and Ling Lin couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. Others were still complaining that they hadn't absorbed enough spiritual energy, but he... was about to be burst by the spiritual energy... Was this a kind of huge joke? He had just arrived in this world, was he going to die so miserably? Just as Ling Lin's consciousness was becoming blurry, the excess spiritual energy in his body suddenly began to dissipate, and his body no longer felt scorching hot.

  "Ah," Ling Lin let out a long sigh of relief, realizing that he had unknowingly completed a major cycle. The spiritual energy within him naturally dissipated as well. Coming back to his senses, Ling Lin discovered that his entire body was drenched in sweat. "Practicing the Dao is indeed perilous; it seems I need to think of a solution, or else one day I'll be burst apart by the spiritual energy." Ling Lin's soul still hadn't recovered from the shock.

  This night is destined to be sleepless.

  ……

  Like Ling Lin, Li Jiefei was also sleepless. Li Jiefei was depressed, and for some reason, the spiritual energy he could absorb tonight was much less than usual. In his subconscious, he seemed to feel that something was competing with him for spiritual energy. This idea startled him, and then he shook his head in self-mockery. Only those high-ranking elders had such means, but he hadn't offended any elder. No, to be precise, he and those elders were people from two different worlds, completely without contact, so how could they have offended each other?

  Moreover, if any elder is dissatisfied with himself, there is no need to use this self-degrading method at all. An elder can completely decide the life and death of a large group of outer disciples with just one word!

  Li Jiefeng was deep in thought, unable to come up with a solution. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and said, "Today, three new people arrived, and one of them is right next door!" He scratched his thinning hair and continued, "I heard they're from some noble family."

  His face showed greed, muttering to himself: "A member of a noble family... This time the spiritual energy matter may be caused by some treasure in that kid's hands, a treasure that can attract spiritual energy." As he spoke, his eyes became increasingly bright, but that brightness was filled with greed. "If I get this treasure, I'll definitely become an inner disciple, haha..."

  The night passed slowly, and early next morning, before dawn, Ling Lin got up from bed early, pushed open the door and walked out.

  Although the night was perilous, the harvest was great. As he felt a thread of aura in his body, Ling Lin knew that he had already entered the first layer of "Aura Spirit". Moreover, his martial arts realm had also broken through to the fourth heavy, this change brought by just one night!

  A gentle breeze outside, fresh air, Lin deeply breathed a few mouthfuls, and walked towards a small path.

  Outer disciples do not live on the Five Peaks, but rather on a small mountain peak adjacent to the Five Peaks. On this mountain peak, there is a place called the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall. Ling Lin walked along the winding path, recalling what Zhang Shixiong had said yesterday - that outer disciples have to do some chores every day, such as chopping firewood and carrying water. These miscellaneous tasks were all assigned by the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall. At this moment, Ling Lin was heading towards the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall.

  "I don't know if I'll run into Ling Heng and the others." Every disciple in Qing Yuan Sect had their own independent living quarters, including outer sect disciples. The three of them were arranged to different places yesterday. Although it was only one night's contact, but the Ling family people left an absolutely not good impression on Ling Lin. It was like annoying flies, if you don't see them, then it's better not to see them.

  "What, you actually want me to carry eight buckets of water every day, eight buckets, each one as big as half a house, how can I possibly finish it......"

  As soon as Ling Lin arrived at the door of the miscellaneous room, he heard this scene. The man's words were not finished yet when another voice interrupted him coarsely, with a chill: "I don't care if you're done or not, I only know that if you can't finish it, there will be no food to eat. If you don't want to go hungry, hurry up and get out of here."

  As soon as the words fell, Ling Lin saw a shadow flying towards himself and hastily dodged to the side. Then... a loud "thud" sounded as something heavy hit the ground. The figure quickly scrambled up from the ground, stormed out in anger, with rapid footsteps.

  "Ling Muyan." Ling Lin lightly exclaimed, no wonder the voice sounded familiar, unexpectedly it was him. A young master who grew up in a greenhouse, from a young age had a group of people serving him, never suffered, and thought that after entering the sect he would start cultivating immortality, didn't expect to have to do such rough work, the contrast was too great, his heart couldn't accept it.

  The sky was still not bright, but there were already quite a few people in the miscellaneous room. However, almost everyone didn't even glance at each other, rushing to and fro with cold expressions, some holding tools in their hands, looking slightly tired. "Another ignorant newcomer, offended Li Jie, the future will be tough." A middle-aged man said indifferently after taking a look.

  "Li Jie, it seems that you are the owner of that voice, and your name is actually Jie." Ling Lin concentrated.

  "What's your name?" Ling Lin walked into the miscellaneous room and found a young man in black clothes with thick eyebrows and big eyes sizing him up.

  "Ling Lin". Looking at the young man in front of him, Ling Lin felt a fierce aura coming straight at him, no wonder he was called a bandit.

  Ling Lin did not know that the bandit's real name was Li Jiefly, who was in charge of this miscellaneous room. Because of his appearance and greedy personality like a goose plucking hair, he exploited other disciples everywhere, so he gradually became known as a bandit.

  "You're Ling Lin." The young man showed a very interested expression, sizing up Ling Lin from head to toe, his eyes as if looking at an item of great value.

  Slowly, the young man withdrew his gaze and said faintly: "From today on, you will go to the Black Wood Forest to chop firewood every day. Someone will come to collect the firewood before sunset, but only if it reaches 100 kilograms. If you can't finish, there won't be any food to eat." After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and began to meditate, ignoring the other person.

  Ling Lin turned around and left the miscellaneous room, heading north. Yesterday, when he came to the sect, someone had told him about some big and small places. If he didn't remember wrong, Hei Mu Lin was in that direction.

  After he left, the young man opened his eyes, his face somewhat ferocious, and muttered to himself: "You little boy, if you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck. Who let you have what you shouldn't have? Blackwood Forest is a good place, just stay there."

  The ferocious expression made one's hair stand on end, "What are you looking at? Get out of here, or I'll starve you all to death..." A loud roar echoed from the storage room.

  After walking north for a long time, Ling Lin finally saw a black forest.