Baiyun Sect Spiritual Medicine Shop.
The fat senior brother who was responsible for processing medicinal herbs walked to No. 21 Spiritual Field Group to find the manager.
This steward is the steward who had a conflict with Lin Xingliao before.
The fat senior brother cupped his fists and said, "Senior Sister Xiao, I'm here to get the herbs."
"Hey, it's ready. It's been ready for a long time."
After saying that, Senior Sister Xiao took out a storage bag, and Senior Brother Fat took inventory of it. He clasped his fists in salute again and wanted to leave.
Senior Sister Xiao stopped him: "Hey, wait! I have a piece of gossip that will be of great benefit to tell Senior Brother."
The fat senior brother stopped. He always seemed to have that naive smile on his face: "Oh? Just tell me."
"I know a third-level fire-based technique."
The fat senior brother's squinted eyes actually widened a bit, and you could almost see the eyeballs: "Third-level skills? You can practice to the perfection of reverse charity, and you can get a lot of money. I only have two in a month I’m afraid I can’t afford it with my income from ten spirit stones.”
Senior Sister Xiao smiled: "Others don't know you and I don't know? Don't you know where those low-level and medium-level elixirs in your alchemy room No. 7 have gone?"
"Okay, don't beat around the bush, just tell me."
Fat Senior Brother followed suit and took out a storage bag and handed it to Senior Sister Xiao. The storage bag contained fifty spiritual stones.
Senior Sister Xiao whispered: "Isn't there a casual cultivator market under our Baiyun Sect? A few days ago, when I stole the sect's medicinal herbs and sold them, I happened to see a casual cultivator who had never seen the world go to Wanbao with a book of exercises. Lou, the golden page, that is the third-level skill! The casual cultivator is not a fire spirit root, so he sold it. Three days later, Wanbao Tower will be auctioned."
"Auction? Then I have to bring two people with me. If I buy it then, I will be hated by others. Do you know any powerful thugs? Lend me a few. Your physical training is domineering in the Nascent Realm. Very good."
"Ah? It happens to be the time to collect herbs these days. Hey, isn't there a new person in your alchemy room No. 7?"
"You mean that Junior Brother Lin who was here before?"
"Yes, he is a physical practitioner."
"How is the strength?"
"I only made two moves in his hands."
"Have you two fought before?"
"We are both physical practitioners, so it's normal for us to compete."
The fat senior brother suddenly reacted: "Wait, what did you say? You can't even take two moves in his hands? Are you serious?"
Senior Sister Xiao nodded: "I am the number one in the outer sect, in his eyes, it's like a joke."
He imagined Junior Brother Lin's sharp eyes, stern expression, and calm look at everything he saw. He must not be a simple character.
"Is this true?" Fat Senior Brother asked again, he already believed it in his heart.
The fat senior brother swallowed his saliva and was shocked. He looked at Senior Sister Xiao, and the originally honest and honest face was now filled with solemnity. He sighed silently, and his impression of Junior Brother Lin became even more profound.
"If you take him there, you won't be afraid of others hating you."
The fat senior brother didn't think much and went directly to Lin Xingliao to discuss such matters.
Lin Xingliao was still practicing his fire control skills at this time. The spiritual carbon in his hand
Xing Liao was still practicing his fire control skills at this time. Under his precise control, the spiritual carbon in his hand jumped and hovered in the void as if it had been given life. His gaze was focused and firm, as if he and his spiritual carbon were the only ones in this world.
The fat senior brother's footsteps were light and powerful. He stepped into this quiet space, his eyes fell on Lin Xingliao, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of appreciation. What he saw was a young man's persistence and love for his own skills. His serious attitude and focused look shocked him.
He walked to Lin Xingliao, bent down slightly, gently put the storage bag aside, and said respectfully: "Junior Brother Lin, these are fifty spiritual stones. I hope that Junior Brother can help me."
Lin Xingliao glanced at the fat senior brother and turned his attention back to the spiritual carbon. The fat senior brother didn't care, he just waited quietly.
After half a stick of incense, Lin Xingliao put down the spiritual carbon and asked, "What's the matter?"
The fat senior brother breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lin Xingliao finally put down the spiritual carbon in his hand, and quickly told Lin Xingliao about the auction.
Lin Xingliao frowned slightly and glanced at Fat Senior Brother: "Are you sure you can buy it?"
The fat senior brother swallowed his saliva and felt a little weak in his heart, but he still said firmly: "It should be no problem. If I buy that technique, I can practice it with Junior Brother Lin, and we can explain each other's doubts in the future."
Lin Xingliao nodded. Upon seeing this, the fat senior brother immediately took out fifty spiritual stones and placed them respectfully in front of Lin Xingliao.
Lin Xingliao frowned slightly, looked at Fat Senior Brother's respectful expression, and said softly: "In three days, right? Then I'll be ready."
After that, Lin Xingliao said goodbye to his fat senior brother and went to Yanwu Peak. He has very little combat experience, not to mention that now his body has more spiritual energy than before entering the Xuan Dynasty. He wants to go to Yan Wufeng to practice the control of spiritual energy.
Even after being prompted by Su Xiaoyue, he had a new understanding. He was thinking, what would happen if he gathered the spiritual energy in his palm, and then put the palm of his palm against the enemy to directly erupt the flame spiritual energy?
He had to give it a try, and if Lin Xingliao used his flames like this, his fire-type supernatural spiritual roots would not be easily exposed.
After what happened to Senior Sister Xiao, Lin Xingliao still had lingering fears. It seemed that his spiritual root was a rare thing, and if it was easily exposed, it would lead to disaster.
Lin Xingliao stood on the martial arts field, with the sun shining slantly on him and his clothes fluttering. He concentrated his energy and gathered the energy in his body into his palms. He felt heat waves rolling in his palms, as if the power of the scorching sun had gathered.
He walked towards the center of the martial arts arena with firm eyes and steady steps, where a scarecrow with a defensive formation stood alone. Lin Xingliao rushed over and quickly put his palm on it.
Then, a harsh buzzing sound was heard, and a blazing flame spurted out from Lin Xingliao's palm. In an instant, the defensive formation on the scarecrow was shattered like tissue paper under Lin Xingliao's blazing flames. The blazing flame was like a fire dragon, roaring and rushing into the scarecrow's body, burning it all. The entire martial arts arena was illuminated by this flame.
A group of fellow apprentices were attracted by the roar and started talking about it.
"Who the hell is this? So fierce? The scarecrow was blasted until there was only a formation left."
"Damn it, what are the inner disciples of the Exorcist Realm doing here to play Wu Feng?"
"This power, tsk tsk tsk... I don't know what kind of magic it is. It's a bit exaggerated."
Lin Xingliao on the martial arts field did not pay attention to the comments of the people. At this moment, he was concentrating on feeling the movement of spiritual energy in his body.
It's just that this move actually used 30% of Lin Xingliao's spiritual energy.
Lin Xingliao secretly said: No, the spiritual energy is consumed too much. If this palm is empty, it will not be worthwhile. It seems that the spiritual energy consumption needs to be adjusted, but it cannot be too fussy, otherwise the power will be too small.
Later, Lin Xingliao tried many times. When his spiritual energy was halfway through, he would take out a spiritual stone to restore his spiritual energy.
Lin Xingliao paid full attention to every test, holding the spirit stone in his hand ready to restore his spirit energy at any time.
After using one, he took out another one. He was immersed in this feeling of power and control, as if he had become the embodiment of fire and could control it as he pleased.
The scorched marks on the martial arts arena were proof of his control over the flames.
Every test made his flames hotter and more intense. He could clearly feel that his flame was different from ordinary flames. It is hotter and tougher, as if even heaven and earth cannot stop it.
Some of the disciples who were still paying attention to Lin Xingliao marveled at where he got the spirit stones. You know, the average sect disciple only has ten spirit stones per month.
"I guess he is the descendant of some elder. He is so capable, we ordinary people would not envy him."
"You have that time to gossip, so you might as well practice more."
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After Lin Xingliao found the perfect proportion, Lin Xingliao practiced this move no less than a hundred times. He wanted to turn this move into muscle memory so that he could use it at any time.
Night falls and the stars twinkle.
Lin Xingliao just walked down from the martial arts arena at this moment. The scorched black area in the martial arts arena was the trace of his growth.
His figure looked particularly tall in the moonlight, with his black hair raised and a look of satisfaction and exhaustion on his face.
Lin Xingliao walked back to his room, closed the door, and fell on the bed like a kite with its string broken. Outside the window, the moonlight shines like water on the windowsill, reflecting mottled shadows.
Lin Xingliao closed his eyes, and his mind was filled with images of the martial arts field, the roar of the flames, the blazing heat waves, the burned scarecrow... all of these were his new insights and experiences.
I haven't slept for a long time. I'm too tired today, so I won't practice breathing and practicing... Let's have a good sleep.
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"Dad! Dad!"
Lin Xingliao woke up suddenly, with tears in his eyes, remembering the day when his father was hit by a stone mill and seriously injured while trying to save him. His hands clenched the sheets, and his body trembled slightly.
He closed his eyes, but the scene still flashed through his mind. He could see his father's resolute face, feel his warm hands, and hear his comforting words.
Lin Xingliao took a deep breath, trying to calm down his excitement.
It's true that Lin Xingliao has no emotions. His congenital disease does make him feel emotionless, but the pain of losing a loved one is like a meat grinder gnawing at his heart.
pain! It hurts so much! The pain made him almost unable to breathe, as if his heart was tightly held by an invisible hand, and the pain made him unable to stand.
He covered his chest, his body shaking like a dead leaf in the autumn wind. Cold sweat fell from his forehead, and his cheeks were as pale as paper. He bit his lower lip tightly, feeling a sharp pain as the blood collided with his teeth. That was the only way he could temporarily escape from the endless pain.
The light in the room was dim, with only the moonlight shining through the window on the bedside, illuminating his clenched fists and painful expression. His breathing was rapid and heavy, as if he was trying his best to endure endless pain.
"Dad!" He shouted again, his voice hoarse and low. However, he knew that no one would respond to him. His father is gone, his mother is no longer here, and his little sister is nowhere to be found.
Finally, Lin Xingliao cried. This was the first time he had cried since he was a child.
His shoulders trembled, accompanied by faint cries, which were the most sincere emotions deep in his heart. He thought of his father's warm embrace, his broad back, and his resolute face. All the memories fit together like broken puzzle pieces, forming vivid pictures.
The moonlight shines through the window on the bedside, reflecting his tear-stained face. His hands were still clutching the sheets, as if trying to hold on to the warmth that once existed. His body trembled involuntarily, as uncontrollably as fallen leaves in the cold wind.
Sorrow and pain were like a bottomless abyss, swallowing him completely. His world became dark and cold, and at that moment, he felt like he was completely surrounded by loneliness and helplessness.
"What's wrong with you? Junior brother, are you okay?"
Lin Xingliao immediately stopped crying and wiped his tears: "Who?"
Looking up, a petite woman came to Lin Xingliao's window at some point. She was lying on her stomach outside the window, looking at Lin Xingliao with the look of a pitiful person. She was senior sister Su Jiuyue.
The moonlight outside the window shone on Su Jiuyue's face, reflecting her petite face and delicate facial features.
She looked at Lin Xingliao with eyes full of care and worry, which made Lin Xingliao feel an inexplicable warmth in his heart.
"I have mung bean cake here, do you want some?"
When a Taoist enters the Xuan Dynasty, he has already gone beyond grain. He only needs to breathe in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to replace the energy intake of food, and he can survive only by drinking water.
Therefore, there is no food at all in the sect, unless a little girl like Su Jiuyue brings some snacks to satisfy her cravings when she goes out to do sect tasks.
Lin Xingliao looked at Su Jiuyue and nodded: "Okay, thank you."
Su Jiuyue climbed into the room cautiously, her figure looking particularly petite in the moonlight.
She walked to Lin Xingliao's bedside and patted his shoulder gently: "Junior brother, what's wrong with you? Are you homesick?" she asked gently.
Lin Xingliao hesitated for a moment, then nodded. His throat was a little hoarse: "Yes. They are all mortals, and I don't know how dad is doing now."
Su Jiuyue stroked his hair gently: "Don't be sad, little junior brother, you still have me and us senior brothers and sisters."
Her voice was soft and warm, making Lin Xingliao feel inexplicably relieved. Lin Xingliao's heart was filled with gratitude and emotion.
"Here, mung bean cake."
Su Jiuyue took out a box of mung bean cake from the storage bag. Lin Xingliao had never eaten this before. Mung bean cake was a rare thing in the world. It was rare in the village and even the town where Lin Xingliao lived. Only people in big cities can eat it.
"So sweet."
Lin Xingliao actually ate a whole piece in one bite.
Su Jiuyue covered her face and smiled: "You have to eat it in small bites. Eat so much, it will be so sweet for you!"
"This mung bean cake is as sweet as senior sister."
When Su Jiuyue heard this, her face turned red: "Glib! I'm leaving, I haven't slept enough! If you hadn't woken me up by yelling, I wouldn't have bothered to see you. That's why I came here Stop your mouth."
After saying that, Su Jiuyue walked to the window and saw that she was about to flip out.
"Sister, you can go through the main entrance."
"Oh, you have to take care of it!" When Su Jiuyue heard this, she glared at Lin Xingliao angrily, then turned around and left through the window.
Lin Xingliao watched Su Jiuyue's back disappear into the night, and he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable loss in his heart. He actually wanted Su Jiuyue to stay with him for a while longer.
He silently picked up a piece of mung bean cake and put it in his mouth to taste it carefully. The sweet taste fills the mouth, but it cannot eliminate the bitterness in the heart.
Lin Xingliao shook his head and said to himself: "That's all, it's better not to sleep in the future and just vomit it out honestly."
Afterwards, Lin Xingliao closed his eyes and began to practice breathing. He continued to recall the moves he had practiced at Yanwu Peak during the day.
Why don't you give this trick a name?
This move is extremely violent and needs to be released close to the body. It is extremely penetrating and explosive. One palm strike is like a meteor hitting the face, so let's call it Xingtai Explosive Palm.
Lin Xingliao said to himself: "Dharma cultivation and physical cultivation are two completely different paths, but if they are combined, it might not be a bad idea."
