A bed that traverses countless worlds

When the white light dissipated, Lin Yu found himself standing in front of an ancient-style mountain gate, with three large characters written on the plaque in a flamboyant style: Lingxiao Sect.

Goodness, this scene is exactly what you'd expect from a fantasy drama!

The disciples around them were dressed in uniform blue robes, each with an air of otherworldly grace (at least that's how they perceived themselves), coming and going in a hurry.

Lin Yu looked down at his modern casual clothes, then at the unremarkable wooden bed he was lying on—hmm, the style was indeed a bit...

Incompatible.

"This teleportation array is so unreliable! At least give me some clothes!" Lin Yu thought to himself, but on the surface he still tried his best to maintain his aloof persona.

The surrounding disciples' gazes swept over like searchlights, filled with curiosity, surprise, and disdain...

A mixture of emotions.

Lin Yu even heard someone mutter, "Who is this? A refugee from famine?" If he could get up now, he would definitely give them a "bed slam".

A male disciple dressed in a blue robe, with fairly handsome features, walked over, looked Lin Yu up and down, and said with a hint of disdain in his tone: "You're the newcomer?"

Just as Lin Yu was about to speak, a sweet voice suddenly rang out: "Senior Brother Lin Yu, you've finally arrived!" A female disciple wearing a light pink dress walked over with a beaming smile and greeted Lin Yu warmly.

Lin Yu thought to himself: Senior brother? She's already become a senior brother so quickly? This girl is quite capable!

The disciple in blue robes' expression instantly turned ugly, and his gaze towards Lin Yu became more hostile.

Over the next few days, Lin Yu truly experienced what it meant to be "in bed when disaster strikes from the sky."

Cultivation resources?

Don't even think about it!

Every time I went to collect it, I was turned away with various excuses.

"Senior brother, you're late. The resources have already been distributed." "Senior brother, you haven't officially joined the sect yet, so you don't qualify." Heh, so I'm just a mascot?

What left Lin Yu speechless was that there were always some "enthusiastic" disciples who came to "guide" him.

"Senior brother, I think your posture is a bit off. Do you want me to help you adjust it?" As he spoke, he reached out to touch his bed.

Lin Yu resisted the urge to flip the bed and refused with a forced smile.

That day, Lin Yu was lying in bed contemplating life when a disciple suddenly strode over aggressively, saying with a provocative expression...

Hey, isn't this our 'Bed Immortal' Senior Brother Lin Yu?

I heard that you, sir, have graced our Lingxiao Sect with your presence, so I have come to pay my respects!

Lin Yu knew who it was without even looking—the perpetually gloomy disciple in blue robes, whose name was Zhao Qian, spoke in that sarcastic tone.

"What is it?" Lin Yu was sparing with words and didn't want to waste time talking to him.

Zhao Qian sneered: "I've heard that you have extraordinary talent, senior brother, and can cultivate immortality in bed. I admire you so much that I've come to learn a few moves from you!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Qian conjured a cyan sword aura in his hand and thrust it straight at Lin Yu.

Lin Yu cursed under his breath, "Old Six," this guy just unleashed a powerful move right from the start!

He is still confined to his bed, unable to move freely, and can only defend passively.

Zhao Qian's sword energy was extremely sharp, accompanied by a whistling sound, and approached Lin Yu time and time again.

The surrounding disciples gathered around, pointing and whispering, their faces beaming with anticipation for a good show.

"See? I told you this kid was a piece of trash. He couldn't even withstand one move from Zhao Qian!"

"Oh dear, this bed spirit is probably going to turn into a bed board!"

Lin Yu listened to these sarcastic remarks and sneered inwardly.

You think I'm just someone who can lie around all day?

Although he couldn't move, his mental strength was incredibly powerful, allowing him to manipulate the spiritual energy around the bed.

He secretly channeled his spiritual energy to form an invisible barrier around the bed, blocking Zhao Qian's attack.

At the same time, he was also observing Zhao Qian's moves, looking for his weaknesses.

Seeing that Lin Yu had no way to fight back, Zhao Qian became even more arrogant, and his sword energy became more and more intense.

"What? Is this all the Bed Spirit can do? You can't even get out of bed, what kind of immortal are you trying to cultivate?"

Just as Zhao Qian was getting carried away with his success, Lin Yu suddenly made a move.

Or rather, his bed moved.

Suddenly, the ordinary wooden bed burst forth with dazzling light, and the spiritual energy around the bed swirled like a whirlwind, forming a powerful force that deflected Zhao Qian's sword energy back completely.

"What?!" Zhao Qian was caught off guard and was struck by his own sword energy, falling to the ground in a sorry state.

The surrounding disciples were dumbfounded. The mocking voices stopped abruptly and were replaced by exclamations of surprise.

"Holy crap! This bed... has it come to life?"

Lin Yu's lips curled slightly as he controlled the wooden bed to float slowly in front of Zhao Qian. Looking down at him, he said calmly, "Thank you for the concession."

The Lingxiao Sect stipulates that when disciples spar, the winner can obtain a portion of the loser's cultivation resources.

Although Zhao Qian was only an outer disciple, he still had some low-grade spirit stones and pills.

Lin Yu accepted these "spoils of war" without any hesitation.

The way the disciples around Lin Yu looked at him changed from mockery to... awe?

"It seems that this 'Bed Immortal' senior brother is not just a name without substance..." a disciple muttered to himself.

Lin Yu smiled faintly, preparing to continue his cultivation, when he suddenly felt a scorching gaze...

Yu's "bed-slamming" counterattack left the onlookers completely dumbfounded.

The sarcastic mockery from before instantly turned into flattery, with words of praise like "a fairy descended to earth" and "a ray of light from the heavens," making Lin Yu feel almost floaty.

At this moment, a female nun in a light pink dress, her eyes sparkling, gracefully approached with small, quick steps.

Her name is Li Qingwan, and she is a famous "little fairy" of the Lingxiao Sect. Not only is she beautiful, but her talent for cultivation is also first-rate.

"Senior Brother Lin Yu, you're amazing! That move you just made was absolutely brilliant!" Li Qingwan's voice was as sweet as honey, making Lin Yu's bones melt.

"Basic operation, basic operation." Lin Yu tried his best to maintain his aloof persona, but he was secretly overjoyed.

Li Qingwan looked at Lin Yu with admiration and took the initiative to exchange cultivation insights with him.

She was knowledgeable and well-versed in various martial arts techniques and secret manuals. Lin Yu chatted with her for a while and felt that he had gained a lot.

However, Lin Yu did not rely entirely on Li Qingwan's help.

Deep down, he's a person who refuses to admit defeat and prefers to explore on his own, enjoying the thrill of discovering new continents.

"Thank you for your guidance, junior sister, but I still want to figure it out on my own." Lin Yu declined Li Qingwan's suggestion to continue explaining in more detail.

Li Qingwan was slightly taken aback, then gave an understanding smile: "Senior brother is really insightful! Well... if there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me anytime!"

Watching Li Qingwan's shy departure, Lin Yu felt a ripple in his heart.

This girl is interesting!

Over the next few days, Lin Yu consolidated his cultivation while secretly observing the situation of the Lingxiao Sect.

He discovered that this seemingly harmonious sect was actually rife with undercurrents, with various factions scheming against each other and vying for resources.

His sudden emergence as a "bedtime magician" undoubtedly disrupted the existing balance and made him the target of public criticism.

In order to improve his strength as quickly as possible, Lin Yu began to search for more advanced cultivation methods.

He consulted countless ancient books and finally found a tattered parchment scroll in a corner.

The parchment scroll records a mysterious place—the "Land of Spirit Veins".

It is said that the place is rich in spiritual energy, making it an excellent place for cultivation, but it is also full of unknown dangers.

"A land of spiritual veins..." Lin Yu murmured to himself, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

He had a premonition that this place might be the key to his breakthrough...

Just then, an old voice came from behind him: "Young man, what are you looking for?"

Lin Yu turned around abruptly and saw an old man with white hair appear behind him at some point, his deep eyes seemingly able to see through everything.

The old man spoke slowly: "I know you're looking for a place with spiritual veins..."