Chapter Eleven Little Beast

  Farewell to Zilin, Linglin left the space inside the Purple Blood Sword. When Zilin fell into a deep sleep, the space inside the Purple Blood Sword was also inaccessible. The Purple Blood Sword returned to the Sea of Consciousness within Linglin's body, where it could accelerate its recovery and Zilin's growth. Currently, Zilin is just a newly born sword spirit, which falls into a deep sleep every once in a while.

  It was another late afternoon, and Ling Lin quickly cut some black iron wood branches and went back. Although Li Jiefei had died, he still had to continue with this task.

  His current strength was several times stronger than when he first came to Hei Mu Lin, and chopping down the Black Iron Trees had become much easier.

  Li Jiefei has gone missing. This news caused a small stir among the outer sect disciples. Every year, some outer sect disciples go missing, so it's not a big deal. Moreover, on that day, Li Jiefei had secretly come to kill Ling Lin, and no one knew where he went. So, nobody knew that this guy who was tyrannical in the outer sect actually died at the hands of a young newcomer who had just entered the sect.

  At night, Ling Lin lay in his own room, looking at the twinkling stars outside the window, quietly thinking about his future.

  Leave Qingyuan Island!

  After careful consideration, Ling Lin found that he had to leave Qingyuan Sect. There were too many secrets on his body, and each one being discovered would be enough to kill him. However, the Qingyuan Sect did not allow outer sect disciples to leave the sect gate, and only inner sect disciples could freely enter and exit the sect gate. Some outer sect disciples with poor talent had entered the sect but never left for their entire lives, until they grew old and died.

  To become an inner disciple, two conditions must be met. One's cultivation must surpass the pre-heavenly stage, and one must have been a outer disciple for at least a year. The second condition is almost non-existent for the vast majority of people, as a year is nothing to cultivators. Some powerful beings can meditate for thousands of years with just a snap of their fingers. However, what hinders most outer disciples is the first condition.

  Innate! This is a watershed. The realm of martial arts still belongs to the domain of ordinary people, while the innate is the true starting point for cultivators. Refining marrow and transforming primordial energy, traversing the void, moving mountains and filling seas, there are all sorts of inconceivable divine abilities.

  However, there are over 10,000 outer door disciples of the Qingyuan Sect, and only a handful can advance to become inner door disciples each year, with a difficulty that can be imagined!

  However, Ling Lin was worried that "the innate is not a problem for me at all. But to stay in the outer gate for a full year, this time is also too long. Now I am already in the seventh stage, and I estimate that it will take only one more week to reach the eighth stage. It's expected to be within two or three months to reach the innate. Do I still have to waste so much time in this outer gate?" Ling Lin sighed helplessly, "It seems that I can only take things as they come."

  ……

  "I don't know if that guy will show up today or not." Ling Lin stood on a black iron tree, his eyes sharp and scanning the ground around him. He had recently discovered that a sly little thief had been coming to the Ironwood Forest to "harm" the black iron trees.

  "What sharp teeth." Looking at the various sizes of gaps on the black iron tree, some as big as a fist and others only as small as a walnut. Ling Lin couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, "There are actually creatures that make a living by gnawing on the black iron tree," he exclaimed again, "What good teeth."

  But now that I'm working in this Ironwood Forest, I can't just watch as this guy continues to wreak havoc, or else if the sect finds out, I'll probably be held responsible too.

  This is what happened. One day, while Ling Lin was chopping firewood in Tumu Forest, he suddenly heard a "hissing" sound. The usually quiet Tumu Forest had suddenly produced this noise, and Ling Lin immediately took notice. Thinking that some kind of ferocious beast had appeared, Ling Lin cautiously approached the source of the sound, wanting to investigate.

  The result left him stunned, a small creature with dark brown fur, resembling a fox, its two small paws holding onto a branch of black ironwood, gnawing away frantically, like a starving person who had finally found a grand feast, eating with great relish. As it gnawed, the little creature's big, bright eyes were still darting back and forth. Ling Lin's arrival undoubtedly startled this little creature that was in the midst of its meal.

  It was as if it had been frightened, the little guy's courage was extremely small, and with a "swoosh" sound, it started to run away. Its delicate body jumped among the black iron trees, extremely fast, like a black flash of lightning. Ling Lin couldn't catch up at all.

  For several days in a row, Ling Lin found the little guy's shadow, but couldn't catch it. Once, he almost caught it, but in the end, it escaped again, making Ling Lin so angry that his teeth itched.

  Ling Lin carefully stared at a clump of weeds in front of him, hidden behind the black iron wood. After several days of observation, Ling Lin found that this little guy always emerged from here.

  "This time I must catch it." Ling Lin secretly clenched his teeth.

  The wind blew, and the weeds in the grass thicket fell down with the wind. The leaves rubbed against each other, making a faint sound. "No, it's coming!" Ling Lin listened carefully, and amidst this faint sound, something was mixed in. Then, a black shadow flashed by.

  Ling Lin's eyes shone slightly, watching the little guy getting closer and closer. He held his breath, hiding in the dark, his body motionless. He was waiting for the best moment to take down this little guy at once.

  Cautiously looking around, the annoying figure was not there. The little guy suddenly calculated from the grass thicket and climbed onto a black iron tree. The little guy was a bit picky, jumping between several trees, seemingly searching for satisfying food.

  Closer, closer, Ling Lin's whole body was tense, suddenly, he made a lightning-fast move. His right foot stomped heavily on the tree, his hands shaped like claws, and Ling Lin used force to grab at the little guy fiercely.

  "Squeak!" The little guy let out a startled cry, clearly frightened, and scurried away quickly. Its tiny limbs grasped the tree trunk lightly, its agile body darting between the branches.

  One strike didn't succeed, and Ling Lin wasn't disappointed. The little guy's speed was something he had a deep understanding of these past few days, so not catching him this time wasn't very unexpected. "Do you think you can escape like this?" Ling Lin said with confidence, "This time I won't let you slip away again."

  One man and a small beast were running quickly in the forest, one in front of the other. If they were in an open area, Ling Lin could catch up to the beast in no time with his speed. However, now that they were in the forest, the dense branches were getting in the way. The little beast was extremely clever and never ran in a straight line, instead darting left and right, turning and twisting as it fled forward. Ling Lin had to pay attention to the beast's movements while also being careful of the dense branches coming towards him, which was very troublesome.

  However, despite this, the little beast still couldn't shake off Ling Lin behind it. As one person and one beast rushed forward in a hurry, amidst the "squeak squeak" cries of the little beast, it was unknown how much time had passed when Ling Lin's breathing became heavier, and the speed of the little beast in front also slowed down, presumably they had already chased out very far.

  But the iron forest in front of him seemed endless, layer after layer coming face to face. Ling Lin decided not to delay any longer. A thread of devouring power quietly unfolded, and Ling Lin accumulated the absorbed heavenly spiritual energy bit by bit behind him, just like compressing a spring, and then suddenly released it.

  A low "boom" sound burst forth, and Ling Lin's speed suddenly increased by more than double. His five fingers formed a claw, and he made a sudden grab at the small beast right in front of him.

  This is Lin Ling's latest research on a method to speed up in a short period of time. Compress the spiritual energy, then push the body forward. It seems simple, but only Lin Ling, who can devour a large amount of spiritual energy, can do it. Who has such abundant spiritual energy in the martial arts world to waste like this?

  As Ling Lin suddenly accelerated his figure, the small beast cried out in alarm. However, just as Ling Lin was about to catch it, a sudden change occurred!