Chapter Twelve: The Celestial Symbol

  Today's second update, more this afternoon!

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  This month, almost all of Wang Lin's named disciples have come to know him, and every time they see him, they reveal a condescending expression, with vicious language and sarcastic remarks.

  Wang Lin ignored all this, knowing that these nominal disciples were each twisted and abnormal in their hearts. Before he came, they had been at the bottom of the sect, unable to vent the hardships they suffered. Now that he was here, his identity as someone who entered the sect through self-sacrifice was undoubtedly lower than that of the nominal disciples, making him an object for everyone to bully.

  He sneered inwardly, knowing that such things couldn't be solved by resistance. In the sect, the strong were respected, and those registered disciples who had entered earlier than him were all physically robust, with some even learning simple immortal techniques. If he resisted, he would definitely be at a disadvantage.

  However, Wang Lin was not a soft persimmon character, he remembered all the sarcastic faces in his heart, waiting for his strength to increase and then retaliate one by one.

  With this idea in mind, he was like a deaf and blind person, no matter what others said, he still did his own thing, every day except for carrying water was secretly studying the mysterious pearl.

  He tried soaking the pearls in all sorts of things - spring water, dew, sweat, and even blood - but found that dew was still the most effective.

  However, dew is also divided, the dew that appears on the stone beads in the early morning has the best effect, followed by the dew at night, and if the dew is collected from other objects to soak the beads, the effect is even worse.

  Spring water is next, and blood and sweat are the least effective, with almost no effect at all.

  In order not to attract attention, he specially found a few wild calabazas in the mountains, scooped out all the seeds inside, and used them to hold different dew.

  These gourds he did not carry on his person, but found a secluded place and buried them deep in the ground at different locations, only taking them out when collecting daily, never bringing them back to the sect.

  Carrying with me is a gourd filled with spring water. When I'm tired, drinking a few mouthfuls makes my spirits immediately refreshed.

  In addition, Wang Lin also discovered a strange phenomenon, that is, every time at night or early in the morning when dew appeared on the stone beads, it often seemed that the surface of the beads was covered with water droplets, but when actually collecting them, more than half of the dew would mysteriously disappear for no reason, leaving behind less than one-tenth.

  As for this strange phenomenon, Wang Lin could only conclude that the dew was absorbed by the beads. Although this explanation seemed a bit absurd, apart from this, Wang Lin really couldn't think of any other answers.

  At dusk that day, Wang Lin filled the remaining three jars of water and said to the yellow-robed young man who was meditating: "Liu brother, I'm going home for a while, and I won't be coming tomorrow."

  The young man with the surname Liu flipped his eyes and glanced at Wang Lin, making a "hmm" sound in his nose.

  Wang Lin didn't mind, he learned from Zhang Hu that named disciples can have three chances to return home and visit their relatives every year, they can apply to an elder with the surname Sun at any time, and obtain a talisman that allows them to come and go freely, displaying the sect's immortal techniques.

  Wang Lin remembered that his father's birthday was approaching and said he had to go back for a trip, so after leaving the miscellaneous affairs office, he went to the elder in charge of recording the names of the younger sons.

  The Hengyue Sect is divided into five branches and one main hall, with the five branches being metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Each branch has its own registered disciples living there. The inner sect disciples and elders mostly live in the main hall. He had often fetched water from afar and gazed at this place with envy in his heart. This time, after arriving here, he carefully observed the surroundings and stood outside the main hall gate, shouting loudly: "Registered disciple Wang Lin requests to see Elder Sun."

  A young man in white clothes swayed out of the main hall, looked at Wang Lin with a proud expression and said: "You are Wang Lin?"

  Seeing the other party wearing white clothes, Wang Lin's heart was moved, and he nodded slightly.

  He now knew that all disciples of the Hengyue Sect were divided into different levels based on their clothing colors. The registered disciples were divided into gray and yellow, with the yellow representing those who had qualified for Xianfa cultivation. The inner door disciples were divided into four categories: purple, black, white, and red, according to their individual strength from highest to lowest.

  The young man in white clothes raised an eyebrow and gave Wang Lin a cold glance before turning around and walking into the courtyard, with Wang Lin following closely behind him with no expression on his face.

  As he walked into the main courtyard, not long after, he was led to a garden with flowers and grasses planted beside it. The young man in white robes said lazily, "Master Sun, there is a registered disciple here to see you."

  After finishing speaking, he stood aside absent-mindedly.

  An aged voice came from the garden: "You go down, a named disciple is coming in."

  The young man in white smiled lightly and withdrew.

  Wang Lin's heart was racing as he pushed open the garden gate. As soon as he stepped inside, a strong medicinal fragrance wafted up to his face, causing him to pause in surprise. He turned back to look at the garden gate and wondered why he hadn't smelled even a hint of the fragrance from outside, despite being just a door away.

  "What are you doing standing there? Don't you dare report your name?" The voice was filled with discontent and came from a room in the corner of the garden.

  "Wang Lin hastily and respectfully said: 'Disciple Wang Lin, greets Elder Sun. Tomorrow is my father's birthday, I want to return home for a visit.'"

  "Are you Wang Lin? So it's you, humph! Cultivators should cut off worldly attachments. With your attachment to the mundane world, don't even think about entering the immortal realm in this lifetime!" The ancient voice scolded.

  Wang Lin furrowed his brow and couldn't help but say: "As a disciple who hasn't learned any immortal techniques, how can I be considered an immortal cultivator?"

  The other party fell silent for a moment, and after a long time, he said impatiently: "The deadline is three days, go quickly and return quickly. This is a usable twice Thousand Mile Symbol, sticking it to your leg can greatly increase your speed." After finishing speaking, a yellow paper that seemed ordinary floated out of the window and gently fell at Wang Lin's feet.

  Wang Lin picked up the precious thing and put it in his bosom. He learned from Zhang Hu that all the named disciples who went out to visit their relatives would receive such a talisman. The purpose of the Hengyue Sect was very simple, using these disciples who returned home to visit their relatives to show off the sect's skills, attracting more children to come and take the entrance test.

  This talisman is actually very low-quality, with only one advantage being that it's easy to use. Every time you just stick it on your leg, you can use it. For ordinary people, it can increase speed.

  However, among the inner door disciples, there were also many people who were enthusiastic about accumulating it. It is said that they can exchange some things at the trading meeting outside with it. These named disciples are even more precious, and some of them are reluctant to use them, accumulating a lot under the pretext of visiting relatives.

  Walking out of Zhengyuan, Wang Lin pondered for a moment, then headed towards his residence. After packing up his luggage in the room, he bid farewell to Zhang Hu and set off down the mountain.

  At this time, the starry sky was shining brightly. Wang Lin had originally planned to set off again the next day, but he couldn't gauge his speed after using the talisman, fearing that it would delay his father's birthday, so he prepared to rush overnight.

  Not long after Wang Lin left, a Sun surname elder in the courtyard pushed open the door of his house and was about to collect some herbs when he suddenly looked stunned, staring at the location near the garden gate where several stalks of blue line grass were planted, which had all withered.