Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 919 The School of Myriad Phenomena (Part 4)

Clang... clang...

As the bell rang, the long sword in Lin Mu's hand exploded, slowly turning into countless points of light and disappearing. He spoke wearily, indicating that the morning class was over.

"Alright. That concludes today's morning lesson. Although some of the content is basic, the basics are actually the most important. Any advanced techniques are derived and refined from the basics, so avoid aiming too high..."

When you get back, be sure to remember the key points I just mentioned, and firmly grasp the essence during your routine practice...

By the way, Han Yi, please note that your progress is different from theirs and needs to be adjusted according to your individual circumstances…

Several familiar disciples sat lazily in the audience, tidying up their things and chatting casually.

"I never expected new people to join at this time. I don't know what they were thinking... Tianhu is suppressing us so severely right now, and the outer spirit fields are disappearing one after another. I heard that even Senior Sister couldn't save them yesterday. If this continues... I think disbanding is not far off..."

"I can understand. After all, we brothers had nowhere else to go and had no choice but to come here. Even if the Myriad Manifestations School is bad, it's still better than being a nobody wandering the streets..."

"The words may be rough, but the principle is sound. We're poor and lack ambition, so we just make do... If you can't stand it, just leave. Shaoming, Xiaojin, Sikong... didn't they all lose faith and choose to leave..."

The two-hour morning lesson consisted of listening to the basics of "The Four Seasons Magic Blade." The others knew they were taking care of the newcomers, but they were still getting impatient and started to complain.

Furthermore, the school of thought currently lacks everything and cannot supply anything. They also understand that there is no future or prospects to speak of, and even if they give up, no one can do anything to them, so they simply stop pretending and openly gossip, completely disregarding Lin Mu in front of them.

"..."

Lin Mu stood in front, his beard bristling and eyes wide with anger, his face almost contorted with rage.

Even if these disciples weren't speaking loudly, it was difficult to pretend not to hear them at such close range.

He hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something.

"Why…..."

But when the words reached his lips, Lin Mu sighed and swallowed them back.

Thinking back to the heyday of the school, the Refining Heart Hall, the Illusion Tower, the Scripture Classroom... which one wasn't overflowing with people, who would queue up overnight just to get a spot to attend a class?

Even late at night, people were still coming and going, with many disciples spontaneously forming small groups to discuss and verify their ideas, sparking passionate exchanges of thoughts.

And now…

The morning class, which could accommodate hundreds of people, only had fewer than ten attendees... Apart from Lu Chenxin, the rest were all people of bad character and dull wit...

Lin Mu raised his head, his gaze falling on the dazzling ice crystal ceiling above him. He pretended to be thinking about a problem, not even glancing at the disciple in front of him.

At most, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face when Lu Chenxin took his leave.

After a short while, amidst a chorus of farewells, the hall became empty and gradually quieted down.

"Elder? Elder Lin?"

Lin Mu snapped out of his daze, suppressed his emotions, and forced a smile.

"It's Han Yi. Come, sit down. I was in a bit of a rush yesterday and didn't have time to ask you about many things. Let's confirm things now and get to the bottom of things so as not to affect your cultivation of the Divine Forging Technique in the future." Even this newly joined disciple of the school might leave at any time after understanding the situation.

However, out of his duty to impart knowledge and resolve doubts, Lin Mu still tried his best to fulfill his responsibilities and wholeheartedly taught and treated each disciple.

"Understood. Elder, please speak freely." Han Yi nodded and sat down opposite him.

"I read in the information that you learned some martial arts when you were in the Central Plains..." Lin Mu hesitated for a moment. His purpose in asking about Han Yi's achievements in martial arts was because he was worried that Han Yi, who joined halfway and already had skills, might not be able to distinguish between primary and secondary skills.

Picking up sesame seeds while losing watermelons, trying to do both, ending up blind in both.

After all, the Four Seasons Demon Blade is profound and extensive. Even a breakthrough in the study of just the basics of this subject is enough to benefit a person for a lifetime.

If Han Yi is not exceptionally outstanding in martial arts, it would be best to abandon that and concentrate on cultivating the Divine Forging Technique, so as not to be distracted and fail to achieve any results.

But Lin Mu thought about it again and didn't ask. It made sense; if Han Yi had extraordinary martial arts talent and could display the qualities of a top expert, he wouldn't have traveled such a long distance to come to the Hundred Veins of the North.

"Forget it." Lin Mu shook his head. "Let's not talk about the past for now. Tell me, what realm is your soul at right now?"

He could sense that Han Yi was secretly harboring a considerable amount of demonic energy.

Although the specific level cannot be determined, it is clear that he has already grasped the essence and has been cultivating for some time.

"Elder, you have excellent eyesight." Han Yi was slightly startled. He had completely separated his physical body from his energy, and even with his physical body extremely concealed, Lin Mu was still able to detect traces of demonic energy cultivation from subtle clues.

Older gingers are more spicy.

Having transformed into a bound spirit, Lin Mu, who has lived for countless years, is truly a wise and experienced old man.

"Before coming to the Northern Lands, I spent some money to collect some basic-level Spirit Forging techniques. I practiced them on my own for a while, but due to a lack of spiritual energy, my progress was slow. And because I had no one to guide me, I got stuck at the Soul Condensation level..."

Han Yi honestly and briefly explained what had happened.

He didn't dare say that the basic Divine Forging Technique was forcibly taken from members of the Hundred Veins.

Moreover, the secret letter Chun Rongrong left for Lin Mu must have contained some information about Han Yi.

Therefore, Han Yi could no longer fool Jin Yue as before and push all the blame onto Chun Rongrong; he could only cover it up vaguely.

However, Lin Mu's focus is not on this, so he probably won't delve too deeply into it.

"Soul Condensation level... Hmm... The fact that you've cultivated to this level on your own is enough to show you have decent talent. This is the limit you've reached without guidance..."

as predicted.

Lin Mu didn't care at all about the source of Han Yi's Forging God Technique. There were countless schools of thought in the Northern Lands that had fallen into decline, and many more every year, every month, and every day.

With schools of thought gone, it's not surprising that people would exchange techniques, lineages, or even basic content for money.

"How long did it take you to cultivate to the Soul Condensation stage? Tell us the time, so we can make plans for the next step."

Lin Mu paused for a moment before explaining, "It mainly involves the selection of lightning caves. If the progress is fast, we need to choose lightning caves with abundant lightning power and active energy. If the progress is slow, we have to proceed slowly."

"How long..." Han Yi hesitated, a rare occurrence. After a moment's pause, he tentatively said, "Actually, I didn't quite understand the specific levels of the soul at the time. It took... a little over three months..."

His voice trailed off, clearly losing its confidence.

“Oh. More than three years…” Lin Mu analyzed seriously, “This speed… is actually a bit slow if we consider the Hundred Meridians. The first three realms of the Divine Soul, Opening the Apertures, Awakening the Soul, and Condensing the Spirit… are usually called the three basic realms, and they are the three simplest and easiest to complete…”

However, considering you had no one to guide you and lacked spiritual energy, three years is considered above average... wait, wait a minute, how long did you say it took?"

Lin Mu talked on and on for a long time, then suddenly realized something was wrong.

He didn't know if the other person had said something wrong or if he had misheard, so he stopped talking and looked at Han Yi with a puzzled expression.

"Reporting to Elder Lin... it took more than three months..." Han Yi said cautiously.

“Three…more than three months?!” Lin Mu’s hands trembled visibly. He swallowed hard, his face filled with disbelief. “Are you… sure?!”

"What's wrong? Is there a problem? Did it take too long?" Han Yi's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he had said too much?

He went from a complete novice to someone whose mind was opened, to someone whose soul was awakened, and then to someone whose spirit was condensed, all in less than a day.

To be precise, it only took one day.

At first, Han Yi wanted to tell the truth, but felt it was a bit exaggerated, so he changed it to three days.

But when he got to the point of saying it, he changed the three-day period to more than three months.

It took less than a day to grow into more than three months, then a hundred days.

It increased a hundredfold.

Lin Mu's mouth was slightly open, but he remained silent for a long time.

In just over three months, he broke through three levels in succession, reaching the Soul Condensation stage...

It's been so long since a disciple of this caliber has appeared in the school...

He remembered it was a long, long time ago.

So long ago, even with his long lifespan as a bound spirit, he had forgotten how long ago it had been.

With such qualifications... the fact that they came to the current Myriad Manifestations School is probably truly to repay a debt of gratitude.

After all, with such qualifications, not to mention anything else, entering the top ten Tianhu School in the vicinity would be a piece of cake.

No wonder Rongrong left a will saying that she had found a successor with good aptitude and character who could lead the school to continue for a long time.

Lin Mu hadn't taken those words seriously at all.

Take a look now.

That's completely wrong.

"More than three months..." Lin Mu became serious, looking solemnly at Han Yi, "You... are quite good. Even among the schools of thought of the past, you would be considered exceptionally talented..."

only......"

Keeping our promise, we traveled across mountains and rivers, and crossed oceans, to send our predecessors back to their roots.

Anyone who hears about these deeds will subconsciously feel a sense of goodwill towards the person.

Lin Mu was no exception.

Moreover, the person Han Yi sent back was none other than the former sect leader, Chun Rongrong.

Upon learning of Han Yi's exceptional talent, Lin Mu's goodwill towards him increased even more, and he began to harbor the idea of ​​supporting and nurturing him.

The current state of the school of thought...