Chapter Thirty-Six: Being Sought Out

  Time flies, and these two days have been quite calm. Outside the door, except for occasionally hearing some murmurs, nothing else has happened.

  For the past two days, Ling Lin had been in his room, diligently cultivating. Ever since he arrived at Qing Yuan Sect, a sense of indescribable crisis had been looming over him, as if it could descend upon him and destroy him at any moment.

  "Maybe I'm just too worried." Ling Lin shook his head with a bitter smile, "As long as I don't actively use my devouring and killing powers, it's unlikely anyone will discover my secret." Thinking about how the Sect Master hadn't discovered his secret that day either, Ling Lin suddenly felt more confident.

  Calm down, Ling Lin's consciousness entered the Purple Blood Sword again. After hastily saying goodbye to Zi Lin, Ling Lin rushed towards that familiar place. Looking at the giant wolf corpse again, Ling Lin's eyes had a hint of expectation, he had a premonition, this time he would definitely be able to touch the corpse!

  The pressure grew more intense as he approached the end, and it took Lin nearly two days to complete the last few steps. As he stepped closer, his heart also gradually ignited with excitement. With trembling legs, Lin finally took the last step.

  One step out, Ling Lin seemed to have entered another world. The heavy pressure on his body suddenly disappeared, and Ling Lin felt that his body had become much lighter, although it was a consciousness, but also had a kind of floating feeling.

  Without the oppressive obstruction, Ling Lin slowly placed his illusory hand on the wolf's corpse, and a metallic chill suddenly swept in. Taking a deep breath, Ling Lin slowly circulated the "Killing Immortal Technique" within his body.

  "Hoot." The wind started, and Ling Lin saw a black whirlwind sweeping around the giant wolf's corpse, with himself also surrounded by this whirlwind.

  "Whoa!" The giant wolf's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. A pair of eerie green wolf eyes stared at Ling Lin without blinking. His hair stood on end, and for a moment, his heart trembled. The hand that was stuck to the giant wolf's body suddenly withdrew, and Ling Lin had an urge to turn around and run away. Good heavens! This guy has come back to life!

  No! It didn't revive. The giant wolf still lay motionless, like a statue. Ling Lin slowly let out a breath of relief, earlier he was really frightened. If this ferocious beast woke up, it's likely that with just one blow, he would have died multiple times over. Perhaps even the main body outside wouldn't be able to escape disaster. It seemed that because he activated the "Killing Immortal Technique", it stirred up the energy within its body, causing it to suddenly open its eyes. But where did this black whirlwind come from?

  The source seems to be in...

  It's a giant wolf corpse!

  Ling Lin's eyes narrowed, and he saw a thread of black gas emanating from the giant wolf's paw, instantly merging into the black whirlwind. This is...

  Before he could think more, the black whirlwind suddenly stopped and then shrunk crazily. In the blink of an eye, the black whirlwind that was tens of meters in diameter had shrunk to the size of a person. The black color became as dense as ink, and a familiar aura entered Ling Lin's perception.

  "Power of slaughter!" Ling Lin exclaimed in surprise. Next, he saw a black figure rushing towards him. Immediately after, "bang", Ling Lin's consciousness shattered once again.

  "Whoosh." In an instant, Ling Lin opened his tightly closed eyes. A hint of paleness spread across his face, but in his heart he was extremely delighted. Silently clenching his fist, Ling Lin's excited heart could hardly be suppressed, he really could absorb the power of slaughter!

  Thinking of the massive corpse of the fierce beast in the inner sea, Ling Lin's heart was burning with fire. Did he still need to worry about finding the power to kill?

  However.

  Ling Lin furrowed his brow, his soul's power was still too weak. The Purple Blood Sword couldn't accommodate a living person inside, so he could only rely on his consciousness as a medium to absorb the killing intent of the ferocious beasts within. However, just now, his conscious body had been instantly shattered by the sudden surge of killing intent!

  However, Ling Lin still absorbed a thread of extremely powerful killing intent, and secretly estimated that it was equivalent to killing two or three First Heaven Realm ferocious beasts.

  He muttered to himself, his face filled with heartache: "Too wasteful, too wasteful." The wisp of consciousness he had absorbed was only a fragment of what had been transmitted before the destruction of the spiritual body. Less than one ten-thousandth of the black whirlwind. Thinking of that completely murderous black whirlwind, Lin's heart burned with fervor, followed by a belly full of regret and heartache. He secretly steeled himself: This period of time must be spent in bitter practice to temper his soul.

  This method of tempering the soul in great pressure, although advancing rapidly, is also considered crazy. The immense pain can only be known after trying it out. The body seems to be torn apart by two invisible giant hands, and the soul is as if being hammered repeatedly by a giant hammer. Only those with extremely firm willpower dare to choose this method.

  "Huh." Slowly exhaling a breath, Ling Lin once again condensed his consciousness and began another round of frenzied cultivation.

  It was late at night, and after his consciousness shattered again, Ling Lin slowly opened his eyes, pale-faced and exhausted. However, his eyes were extremely bright, like two rays of light shining in the dark night. A hint of a satisfied smile played on his lips as he slowly fell asleep. The intense cultivation of the past few days had left his mind utterly exhausted. He was truly drained.

  ……

  "Hmm."

  In the early morning, Ling Lin was awakened by a loud noise. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw several pieces of wood the size of basins flying towards him. Through the broken wood, Ling Lin saw that a large hole had suddenly appeared at the door, and the old wooden door had disappeared.

  A fierce flame burst forth from his eyes, and Ling Lin instantly stood up. An invisible aura swept out, and several pieces of broken wood near his body suddenly froze in mid-air before falling vertically to the ground.

  "Ling Lin, you're so arrogant! Your seniors have arrived and you don't even bother to entertain them." A sarcastic voice rang out. As soon as the words fell, three figures slowly walked into Ling Lin's room.

  "Lu Yan, don't waste your breath on him, just beat him half to death and let him know that some people are not to be trifled with!" On the left side, a tall and mature-looking man with a fierce expression said, ready to beat Ling Lin half to death at any moment!

  "You rascal, if you don't change your violent temper, when will you reach the tenth rank?" Among the three of them, a young man with fair skin and a handsome face laughed at the big man who had just spoken out to beat Lin Ling half to death. With a light wave of his feather fan, the young man had an air of a worldly aristocrat's son, looking at Lin Ling, he said: "Ling Shi-di, come with us for a walk."

  "Leave? What if I said I don't want to leave?" Ling Lin sneered. So they've come knocking on my door after all. But surprisingly, it's just a tenth-rank Martial Dao cultivator and two ninth-rank ones, I thought it would be that guy's brother who came.

  "This is probably beyond your control." The handsome young man snapped his fan shut, and the warm aura around him suddenly changed, his tone slightly cold.

  "I didn't mean to say that it's not up to you to decide." Ling Lin thought to himself, no wonder they say that cultivators are not much different from ordinary people. This is just a group of ordinary people who have grasped powerful strength. They still have cliques and factions, still have hypocritical faces. In comparison, he even felt that the ferocious beasts in the Yunshan Mountains were more lovable than these people. Ling Lin felt a wave of disgust, he really didn't want to get entangled with these people again.

  "Xiao Ge, I told you earlier, let's beat this guy half to death first, and he'll definitely be obedient." The big man rubbed his fists, sneering. His eyes gleamed with ferocity as he stepped towards Ling Lin.

  A handsome young man named Chu Xiao watched as the Great Han slowly approached Ling Lin, not saying a word, acquiescing to all of this. Let Shan Hong go and test this kid out, Chu Xiao thought to himself. He knew that the extremely young youth in front of him had already reached the pinnacle of martial arts, just like himself. However, Shan Hong was not someone to be underestimated either. Even with only a ninth-level cultivation, he relied on an extremely powerful physical body refinement technique. Even if someone's cultivation was stronger than his by a hair, it would still be very difficult for them to gain the upper hand against him.

  Shan Hong took three steps and made two, swiftly pouncing towards Ling Lin. Finally, his robust body suddenly leapt up, and a fist with a faint red glow suddenly appeared above Ling Lin's head.

  "Boom." Ling Lin raised his fist and collided with Shan Hong's in a loud crash.

  "This kid is doomed." Lu Yan said with a mysterious tone. He had clearly seen a martial arts master being punched by Yamahiro and having his bones shattered in close combat.

  "Crack." A clear cracking sound was followed immediately by a blood-curdling scream.

  The smile at the corner of Lu Yan's mouth grew even more brilliant, just as he had expected. But in the next instant, the smile at the corner of Lu Yan's mouth suddenly froze, and he could hardly believe his eyes!

  On the ground, Shan Hong clutched his twisted right arm and let out a miserable cry. But that little kid seemed like nothing was wrong with him at all.

  "Hiss." Taking a deep breath of cold air, Chu Xiao knew that this time she had kicked into a hard board, and secretly regretted not bringing more people over.

  "We're leaving." After a glance at Ling Lin, Chu Xiao pulled Shan Hong, who was still wailing, and the two of them headed for the door.

  "Did I let you leave?" Ling Lin said coldly.

  "Ah." Two miserable cries later.

  "Bang, bang, bang." The sound of three heavy objects hitting the ground came. Outside Linglin's door, there were three more figures lying on the ground.

  Before they could utter a harsh word, the three of them quickly scrambled to their feet and disappeared from Ling Lin's line of sight. On the small path, the three figures looked disheveled, like dogs that had lost their masters, limping along, and their right arms were all slightly twisted, attracting many sideways glances.

  "This time, I'll just break one of your arms. Next time, it won't be just that." A person's patience is limited. Watching the three people limping and disappearing from his line of sight, a dangerous aura flickered in Ling Lin's eyes.