Chapter 66: Intermediate Spells
Chapter 66: Intermediate Spells (Seeking Follow-up Reading)
At this time, the sun was setting in the west. When Tian Lin was leading the old man at the twelfth level of Qi Refining across the stream at Lianshui Peak, he saw a group of menial disciples from the Mining Academy sifting spirit stones.
Zhao Si had the sharpest eyes among the group of people. As soon as he saw Tian Lin, he immediately ran over with a smile.
He bent over flatteringly and said to Tian Lin: "Master Tian, I heard the magpie calling early in the morning. It turns out that you are back."
Tian Lin smiled and said, "I see that the peak seems to be much busier than before. Has anything happened in the sect recently?"
Zhao Si bent over and accompanied Tian Lin to the foot of Yuechi Mountain, listening to his explanation:
"First, a foundation-building ancestor came to Qi Sect and asked for help from Yaoyue Sect. Second, the sect called back all the peak masters and said they would send some outer disciples to Quzhou to support Qi Sect.
For the guests from the Qi Sect and for the peak masters, the kitchens of each peak became busy. "
Zhao Si couldn't go up the mountain, so he watched Tian Lin and the old man from the Wang family go up Yuechi Mountain and then left.
As soon as he left, the old man of the Wang family frowned and said, "Is Quzhou now the 'world' of the Blood Sect? If you are sent to Quzhou, wouldn't it be like sending yourself to death? The sect has issued an order, and it's fine for the disciples who are still in the sect, but who among the disciples who have left the sect is willing to go to Quzhou?"
Tian Lin did not respond, but the bearded man, who had been feeling uneasy all the way, spoke up:
"The Qi Sect has always been famous in Zhao State for its weapon refining. They want to ask our Yaoyue Sect for help, but they can't come empty-handed, right? Who knows, there may be magic weapons as rewards."
Tian Lin's heart moved, he also wanted a magic weapon.
If he had a storage bag, he wouldn't have to carry two large bags of ghost-headed swallows around.
If he had a storage bag, he wouldn't have to carry a food box every time he went up the Dao Mountain.
"The Weapon Sect may give you a magic weapon, but it depends on whether you are alive to take it."
As soon as Tian Lin finished speaking, a young man walked out from the pavilion beside the mountain path.
He glanced at the iron plate on Tian Lin's waist, and finally looked at the old man from the Wang family and the bearded men.
"You are from the Wang family, right? You guys come with me up the mountain."
This person did not "invite" Tian Lin, so Tian Lin simply went down the mountain by himself.
Thinking of the reward that Elder Liu had mentioned, he crossed the hillside of Lianshui Peak and went all the way to the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain. He was surprised to find that the gate of the Taoist temple, which was always closed, was now open.
The Taoist boy, who had always been lazy, was now dozing off on the doorstep, but he did not close the door to shirk his responsibilities.
"Hey, is it you?"
Perhaps Tian Lin deliberately increased the sound of his footsteps. The Taoist boy yawned sleepily and asked Tian Lin tiredly, "What are you doing here?"
Tian Lin asked her, "Is the master busy now?"
The Taoist boy said, "The steward is back and is having dinner now. If you have anything to say, come back tomorrow."
Just as she finished speaking, a middle-aged man's voice rang out from the room, "Young Junior Brother, right? Come on, let's eat together."
Lianshui Peak has always had four stewards. After Young Master Shang entered the sect, the chief steward became the head disciple of the peak.
When Tian Lin entered the sect, the head disciple left the sect to look for opportunities.
Tian Lin had never thought that he would be able to meet this "big steward" because of the trouble caused by the Blood Cult.
The Taoist boy seemed to be very afraid of this "big steward" and immediately stopped nagging Tian Lin and stepped aside to make room for Tian Lin.
As soon as Tian Lin entered the Taoist temple, he immediately saw five people sitting in the yard.
He greeted Elder Liu who was drinking first, and then greeted the strange big man: "Tian Lin greets Senior Brother Zhangfeng."
The big man ignored Tian Lin and said to the Taoist boy at the entrance of the Taoist temple: "Go get some bowls and chopsticks, and bring a stool."
The Taoist boy was reluctant, but he didn't dare to refute the big man.
While the Taoist boy went to find a stool, Tian Lin greeted the second steward, the third steward and Young Master Shang.
The second steward asked Tian Lin, "Did you get any treasures from the Wang family during your attack on them?"
Tian Lin answered truthfully: "With Senior Brother Xing here, the senior brothers from other peaks don't dare to act recklessly."
The third steward asked Tian Lin: "Have you seen the cultivation magic of the Blood Cult?"
Tian Lin was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the third manager.
There was a bang, and the big man who had been eating in silence slammed the table, glared at the third steward and said, "Do you want to practice blood qi?"
The third manager turned pale and buried his head in the bowl, not daring to look at the big man.
At this time, the bowls, chopsticks and stools were brought in. The big man looked at them and said coldly:
"I know that the spiritual stones that the sect gives you every month are not enough for you to practice, but this is not a reason for you to be decadent."
After he finished speaking, he looked at the second and third stewards and sneered, "I remember that when I left the sect, you two had already reached the fourth level of Qi Refining. How about now?"
The second and third managers didn't dare to speak. They had long lost interest in cultivation, so they were only at the fourth level of Qi Refining.
"And goodwill, I can't understand how you could ruin your own cultivation."
When the big man looked at Young Master Shang, Young Master Shang also lowered his head.
The big man then looked towards Tian Lin again:
"You are not bad. Although you are only at the second level of Qi Refining, you have only been an outer sect disciple for a month. Cultivation is also about cultivating the mind. If you give up on yourself and spend your days drinking and lusting after women just because you can't find a way out, then what is the point of seeking immortality or longevity?"
As he said the last sentence, his eyes turned to Elder Liu.
Elder Liu was quite good at swallowing his pride. He took a sip of wine and looked at Tian Lin: "I told you that when you come back, there will be a reward for you. Tian Lin, what reward do you want?"
Hearing Elder Liu's question, Tian Lin immediately put down his chopsticks, stood up and answered respectfully: "Disciple wants a storage bag, or earth escape technique."
For a moment, Liudao looked at Tian Lin as if he were a fool.
Tian Lin also knew that this seemed to be an exorbitant request, but it was rare for him to meet Elder Liu, and it was even rarer for him to speak to Elder Liu.
Besides, his expedition to attack the Wang family was just a formality, and was not as dangerous as escorting the Wang family back to the clan.
Such a safe mission really doesn't bring any good rewards.
But the opportunity had come, and it was so rare that Tian Lin didn't want to miss it.
"Don't even think about the storage bag, that's a magic weapon only inner disciples have. As for the Earth Escape Technique - it's a top-grade spell, and the sect has never passed on top-grade spells to outer disciples."
After Elder Liu finished speaking, he said, "But I can teach you some mid-level spells."
"Grandfather, only disciples of clans can practice middle-grade magic. If you pass it on to someone from a Huahualang family, those clans will blame you for breaking the rules."
Sure enough, this is the ubiquitous monopoly.
The inner sect monopolizes the top-grade spells, the clan families occupy the middle-grade spells, while mortals find it difficult to obtain even the bottom-grade spells.
At this time, Tian Lin deeply realized that it was not an easy decision for Wang Xing to pass "The Art of Wind" to him.
It can be seen that in Wang Xing's eyes at that time, the Wang family was destined to be destroyed;
However, Wang Xing never expected that although Elder He was the one leading the team, it was Senior Brother Xing who was sent by the Law Enforcement Hall.
Xing Shanping is a man of great power, but the way he does things cannot be described as "taking it for granted".
Tian Lin suddenly thought of Shisan Niang again. He subconsciously looked at Young Master Shang, but Young Master Shang kept his head down and behaved exceptionally well-behaved in front of the Liu family.
"I am in the late stage of foundation building. Which clan or family dares to blame me?"
Elder Liu snorted coldly, "Besides, when the founder was preaching, Han, Shang, Wang, Qian... who among them was not a mortal? It has only been less than a thousand years, and these mid-level spells have become their family heirlooms, and they won't allow others to practice them?"
Tian Lin then realized that the intermediate-grade spells that Elder Liu wanted to teach him were the spells practiced by the clan's aristocratic families.
However, these spells are passed down by these noble families as family traditions. If I practice their 'family tradition' spells myself, I am afraid I will attract resentment.
But if I am hated by these clans and families, should I stop practicing?
Shining Sun Finger is ultimately a low-grade spell. Even if it is cultivated to perfection, it cannot compare to the small success level of a mid-grade spell.
Tian Lin had never heard of any outer disciple becoming a peak disciple by relying on low-grade magic.
"Thank you, Master, for your teachings!"
Tian Lin stood up again. After he thanked him and sat down, the "big steward" who had been silent for a long time said:
"The more spells, the better. To fully comprehend a spell, an ordinary person must spend ten years to achieve a minor level of mastery. To master a mid-level spell, it may take another ten to twenty years."
At this point, he paused again and said, "However, there are also people with great talent who can master both techniques in just over twenty years."
Tian Lin asked, "Who are you talking about, brother?"
"Zhong Wuji, the strongest of our sect's five top disciples - it's a pity that he is still crazy."
Speaking of Zhong Wuji, the 'big steward' had a blank expression on his face, but he seemed a little depressed.
He drank a glass of wine, put the glass down, reached into his arms, and took out a handkerchief.
He placed the handkerchief on the table in front of Tian Lin and said:
"Don't you want a storage bag? Brother, when I came back this time, I snatched this handkerchief from a Blood Cult demon Taoist. Although it is torn, it still has the ability to store space."
Before Tian Lin could say anything, the second steward beside him had already grabbed the handkerchief and said:
"Brother, you came back and gave us two brothers a good lecture. We respect you as our elder brother so there is nothing to say. But since you have a good thing, why do you forget your own brothers and give it to an outsider for no reason?"
The 'big steward' stood up suddenly, staring with tiger eyes and said:
"In two years I will leave the sect, and by then there will be only four of you outer disciples left at Lianshui Peak. I had hoped that the fourth brother would take over my position as the head of the peak, but he died. Once the fourth brother dies, will the position of the head of Lianshui Peak be held by you two in the future?"
The second steward was speechless for a moment, and the third steward stood up, shaking his fat body and said:
"But we can't give the magic weapon to a guy at the second level of Qi Refining, right? The two of us can't hold the position of the head disciple, so how can he hold it?"
"He was able to climb the mountain from a menial disciple to become an outer disciple, and he was able to reach the second level of Qi Refining in just one month. I think no matter how bad he is, he is better than the two of you - it's hard for you two, Qi Refiners, to grow fatter than pigs."
With a sneer, the chief steward pulled back the handkerchief that the second steward had taken away.
He threw the handkerchief to Tian Lin and said, "You don't have to feel pressured. When Junior Brother Shang entered the sect, I also gave him a gift. If you can become the head disciple when I leave the sect two years later, I will give you a storage bag at that time."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and grabbed to the side.
He saw a "door panel" erected on the courtyard wall being caught in his hand with a "whoosh". Tian Lin then noticed that the door panel was actually a heavy sword.
He was seen carrying a heavy sword, turning around and walking out of the temple.
Elder Liu said at this time: "You just came back, why don't you sit with Grandpa for a while?"
“No, I finally came back and made an appointment with a few other disciples to climb the Dao Mountain together. Since you want to live a carefree life, I won’t disturb you.”
When he finished saying this, he had already left the Taoist temple.
As soon as the steward left, the atmosphere at the table seemed to become much more relaxed and cheerful.
Elder Liu threw away his chopsticks, stretched himself, and said to the Taoist boy, "Go tell Shisan Niang to prepare some hot water. I want to take a bath."
After saying this, he seemed to have just thought of something when he stood up. He turned around and said to Tian Lin, "By the way, I promised to teach you the middle-grade spell. I'll go to the study to find it for you."
(End of this chapter)