Chapter Thirty-Five: Wind and Waves

  "Creak." Ling Lin pushed open the door and returned to this simple small room once again. With a flick of his sleeve, he swept out some of the dust in the room. Ling Lin sat cross-legged on the bed. It was called a bed, but it was actually just a slightly larger wooden board.

  Ling Lin's consciousness had already entered the space within the Purple Blood Sword.

  "Brother." Seeing Ling Lin appear, Zi Lin happily called out.

  "Zi Lin." Looking at the chubby Zi Lin, Ling Lin's eyes flashed with a hint of indulgence. He had truly come to regard this little guy as his own family member now. "Brother has something to attend to, I'll come back and keep you company later."

  Ling Lin had a bold idea, the cultivation of "Killing Dao" required a large amount of killing intent. And inside the Purple Blood Sword, there were so many powerful ferocious beasts' corpses, and these corpses, except for not having flowing fresh blood, looked exactly like they just died, without any signs of rotting at all. Could he absorb the killing power from their bodies?

  If he could, he wouldn't even need to go around killing fierce beasts everywhere. Ling Lin felt that any of the fierce beasts here were thousands of times stronger than the Red Python. With so many fierce beasts, it was enough for him to cultivate to the Yin-Yang realm. Thinking of this, a hint of fervor flashed in Ling Lin's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel some anticipation.

  On the crimson earth, a giant wolf stood proudly in front of Ling Lin, its head held high. The wolf's mouth was open, revealing two rows of sharp teeth that gleamed with a cold light, exuding an aura of majesty. However, Ling Lin knew that this creature was already dead and couldn't be deader. Upon closer inspection, the giant wolf had a huge hole in its abdomen, which went straight through to its back, leaving it hollow inside. This giant wolf was the weakest ferocious beast that Ling Lin could find after searching for half a day.

  But even if it's almost the weakest here, it's still a powerful existence that Ling Lin can't reach!

  The giant wolf may be dead, but its ferocious power remains!

  The powerful oppression before his death was now without any disguise, filling the surroundings. And these had become Ling Lin's greatest obstacle at this moment.

  "Ah." Even as a spiritual body, it was like a real person. At this time, Ling Lin's face turned pale, and the great pain spread throughout his entire body. His body felt like it was about to be torn apart in agony, and Ling Lin trembled, taking a step back. He felt that if he took another step forward, he would be torn into pieces by this enormous pressure!

  At this moment, Ling Lin was still dozens of meters away from the wolf's corpse, but these dozens of meters seemed to have become a huge chasm, blocking Ling Lin's footsteps and making it impossible for him to move forward!

  It's not that Ling Lin's will is not firm enough, but the gap in strength between the two sides is too great, and their soul powers are also far apart. Although Ling Lin's soul power is much stronger than that of ordinary people, his soul power at most can only be compared to that of a Zifu realm cultivator. And this fierce beast is absolutely a Dongxu realm, or even a Yinyang realm existence.

  Gritting his teeth, Ling Lin's body shook violently as he slowly and arduously lifted his right foot and stepped forward. He was still determined to move forward!

  Inside the room.

  Ling Lin suddenly opened his eyes. It's not hard to find that his face had turned pale at this time, just a moment ago, his consciousness body collapsed under the enormous pressure. Although the collapse of the consciousness body did not pose any great harm to himself, it was like a giant hammer smashing into his own brain, but only his face turned pale and his mind was slightly consumed.

  However, Ling Lin's last step was not without any benefits. In the moment before his consciousness dissipated, Ling Lin keenly felt that his soul had actually become stronger by a thread! This wasn't an illusion, but a real strengthening, although it was only by a thread; however, one should know that the soul is even more difficult to cultivate than one's cultivation, so this single thread was already extremely precious.

  It's actually beneficial! Ling Lin, sitting on the bed, still had a pale face, but it didn't affect his joy at all. In such a short time, his soul had become stronger. This was obviously a good way to cultivate one's soul. The strength of the soul also brought incomparable benefits to cultivators. For example, cultivation and epiphany both required strong soul power, which gave them a significant advantage. Moreover, in the cultivation world, there were some strange soul attacks, all of which required the cultivator's own soul power to be strong.

  Even if you can't absorb the aura of slaughter, you have to hold on. Although it's painful, the harvest is obviously extremely rich. Ling Lin smiled with a grin.

  Without making a slightest pause, Ling Lin's consciousness once again entered the Purple Blood Sword.

  "Hmm." After a while, Ling Lin opened his eyes again, feeling another increase in his soul. A faint smile appeared on Ling Lin's pale face, and this time he took one more step forward! Ling Lin secretly calculated that at this rate of progress, he would be able to reach the giant wolf's corpse after his thirteenth attempt!

  "Bang." Ling Lin no longer knew how many times his consciousness had shattered. Several consecutive times, the exhaustion of his spirit had almost reached its limit.

  "Hmm." The original energy surged, and the clothes soaked in sweat were dried again. Ling Lin let out a long sigh. His mental energy was greatly consumed, and it was already very difficult to continue cultivating his consciousness. Today's cultivation could only come to an end.

  Unknowingly, a night had silently slipped away in Ling Lin's cultivation.

  At dawn, Ling Lin pushed open the door and walked out.

  The mountain wind blew in, and Ling Lin opened his arms wide, taking deep breaths of the fresh air between the mountains. Suddenly, he felt that all the fatigue from the previous night had vanished.

  At this time, some rustling sounds flooded into Ling Lin's ears.

  "Have you guys heard? Xiao Ba Wang Bu Hong has been crippled!" A group of young people gathered in twos and threes, with a short and thin youth with a sly look on his face saying this.

  "Bu Hong?" someone asked in doubt, clearly not knowing who Bu Hong was, seemingly a very famous person.

  He glanced at the person with disdain, and the despicable young man continued to speak with a mouthful of saliva: "You're new here, right? You don't even know Stepping Hong, that's our outer gate's famous master! At such a young age, he has already reached the 9th level of martial arts, and what's more, he has an older brother." The young man said with a look of admiration on his face. "That's an inner disciple! I heard that even among the inner disciples, Stepping Hong's older brother is extremely strong!" The young man began to talk endlessly about Stepping Hong's older brother.

  "Wait a minute, how did it come to his brother? Didn't we just say that Bu Hong was crippled by someone? What's going on?" someone next to him said impatiently.

  "Cough, cough, you guys don't know yet. Just yesterday, someone saw Buhong and others having a dispute with a 16 or 17-year-old boy. Then guess what?" The young man's face was full of mystery. Later, under everyone's urging, he slowly continued: "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. In the blink of an eye, Buhong and others were knocked to the ground by that boy. Later, when they were rescued, it was discovered that Buhong's recognition sea had been shattered by that boy!"

  "Hiss..." At once, several young men inhaled a breath of cool air, "So fierce, could it be an older brother from the inner sect?"

  "No, no." The young man shook his head and said, "To think about it, that youngster has only been in the sect for a short time, just a month or so, but he's already at the peak of martial arts cultivation!" As he spoke, the young man couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, with a hint of envy flashing in his eyes.

  "That's amazing!"

  "Alas." Someone sighed, "This guy may have the highest cultivation in martial arts, but Step Hong still has an older brother in the inner sect. If his younger brother gets into this kind of trouble, can his older brother not care? Even if this young man is strong, he won't have any resistance in front of his senior brother in the inner sect." Apparently, no one looked favorably on Ling Lin.

  "What a pity. Give this young man some more time, and he might just become another rising star."

  ……

  "Is that Brother Mo of the Inner Gate?" This so-called Brother Mo, Ling Lin had heard more than once, "Seems to be quite formidable."

  Although that's what he said, Ling Lin's expression was extremely indifferent, and a low murmur floated out of his mouth: "But don't come to provoke me, otherwise I'll let you know what regret is!"

  After staying in Lianyun Mountain Range for nearly a month, Ling Lin's personality also changed silently during the process of killing many ferocious beasts.

  Decisive and ruthless!