Chapter Eighteen: The Gourd

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  Wang Lin walked out of the garden without saying a word, and on his way, he wore the red inner disciple uniform, attracting the attention of all the named disciples. Each and every one of them had an envious expression on their faces, but when they saw clearly that it was him, their expressions immediately changed to become strange, quickly turning into deep jealousy.

  "Yesterday, the sect leader announced that the new inner disciple was actually him! He became a named disciple by relying on his own death, and this time I don't know what method he used to somehow enter the inner circle, it's really dogshit luck."

  "Do I even need to think about it? If I had to say, it's probably that he did something despicable to get on the elder's good side and become his disciple. This kind of person is truly too despicable."

  "It's not possible, look at his silly appearance, I reckon even if he becomes an inner disciple, he'll still be a mediocre one in the end. Cultivating immortality is not that easy."

  "This kind of trash, even if they manage to become an inner disciple through some means, nobody will take them seriously. Trash is trash wherever they go, and they're always looked down upon."

  "Damn it, I've been a registered disciple for four years and have never seen such a shameless guy. What kind of world is this? How could the elder possibly take a liking to him? In what way am I not better than him? It's really frustrating."

  "You're only four years in, I've been here for twelve, but we both relied on our actual skills to climb up bit by bit. Heh heh, inner disciples often compete with each other, let's just wait and watch the show."

  All sorts of gossiping voices flooded his ears, Wang Lin cast a cold glance, and various faces fell into his eyes. He was not strong enough now, once he reached a certain level of strength, he would take revenge on these people one by one.

  He soon arrived at the East Gate, and followed a small path to rush to the mountain spring. He scooped out the spring water with his hands and splashed it on his face. The cool feeling immediately surged up, and he was refreshed. After drinking several big mouthfuls, he slowly sat down beside, inhaling and exhaling.

  Not far away, Old Sun was squatting on a big tree, frowning and scolding in a low voice: "You rascal, you said you came out to find gourds, but you're actually waiting for the gourd to float down from upstream."

  He followed Wang Lin quietly after he left, wanting to see where this disciple was going to find the gourd. As a result, he didn't expect that Wang Lin would actually sit by the spring water, meditating and cultivating.

  The spiritual energy here is slightly more abundant than in the room, and although Wang Lin has never had that feeling since he was in the medicine garden, he thinks that this condensation period is actually just a matter of how much spiritual energy is inside the body. He may not have enough natural talent, and each time he absorbs spiritual energy, the amount is small, but he can make up for it with time.

  It turns out that Wang Lin's guess was correct. The so-called Qi Condensation stage is exactly what it sounds like, where the spiritual energy enters the body and changes its structure, laying a solid foundation for building one's foundation in the future.

  Constantly spitting and inhaling, until noon, Wang Lin relaxed his hands and feet a bit. The feeling of ants crawling was still not present. He stood beside the spring water, looked around, and thought that Sun Dazhu would absolutely not let himself out for no reason. He must be following behind him, probably monitoring nearby at this moment.

  He patted his belly and swaggered towards the door, Sun Dazhu was furious, he accompanied the other party foolishly on the tree for a whole morning, muttering to himself: "Tuzi, I'll be with you all day, if not today then tomorrow, if not tomorrow then next year, I don't believe you only have that one gourd!"

  After finishing speaking, he stood up and returned to the medicine garden one step ahead of Wang Lin.

  Before long, Wang Lin returned at a leisurely pace. Sun Dazhu stroked his beard and forced a smile: "Disciple, did you find the gourd this morning?"

  Wang Lin sighed, shook his head and said: "Master, I've been waiting by the spring all morning, but I didn't see any calabaza. I'll go back this afternoon, maybe I'll be lucky and find one."

  Sun Dazhu thought to himself, "You've been meditating with your eyes closed all morning, even if a gourd floated in front of you, it'd be strange if you could see it." But he said kindly, "Alright, Wang Lin, go eat first and take another look this afternoon."

  Wang Lin let out an "oh" and walked into his room to take a look. He found that there was an extra table with four dishes and one soup, which were a perfect combination of meat and vegetables, making his mouth water. Without asking when the meal had been delivered, he quickly took a few bites and even drank all the soup. Only then did he pat his belly contentedly and lie down on the bed for a short nap.

  Sun Dazhu's body appeared like a ghost, his face gloomy, eyes revealing a sinister glint. He muttered to himself: "Although I'm restricted by the sect rules and afraid of being discovered, so I couldn't poison your food, but I can add some medicine that hinders your absorption of spiritual energy. Hmph, you're originally mediocre in talent, and with my medicine, you'll never be able to cultivate beyond the third layer of Qi Condensation this lifetime. This way, I can safely suppress you for the rest of my life."

  An hour later, Wang Lin woke up, tidied up the wrinkles on his clothes, walked out of the garden gate, and came to the mountain spring again, continuing to spit out the air. Time slowly passed until the sun was about to set. Wang Lin stood up, strolled around by the spring water for a while, and then walked into the dense forest in the mountains without saying a word.

  Squatting on a big tree, Sun Dazhu immediately lifted his spirits and quietly followed suit.

  Wang Lin slowly wandered through the mountains, turning left and right, looking around, suddenly his face lit up with joy, he came to a place where wild calabazas were climbing on a trellis, picked a small calabaza that looked not bad, pulled it down and held it in his hand, then hastily left.

  After he left, Sun Dazhu came here with a puzzled expression. He looked at these calabashes and thought they were very ordinary. After thinking for half a day, he picked up several in a daze and remembered the location before disappearing.

  Wang Lin walked back to the Medicine Garden along the mountain path, and after a while, he returned. He ignored the idle chatter of his disciples on the way and directly filtered it out in his ears. As soon as he entered the Medicine Garden, Sun Dazhu's face was gloomy, staring straight at him.

  Wang Lin immediately stood respectfully beside him, handing over the gourd in his hand and said: "Master, today's luck is not bad. Although I didn't pick up a gourd at the spring, I just strolled around on the mountain and saw quite a few. What do you think of this one? I looked at it for half a day, and this one looks most like my previous gourd."

  Sun Dazhu barely controlled his temper, suppressing his anger and forcing out a stiff smile. He took the gourd without even looking at it and tossed it aside, saying to Wang Lin in a slow and deliberate tone: "The gourd I want is one that's full of spiritual energy like the previous one you had. What use is this wild gourd to me?"

  In the end, he couldn't control his temper and shouted loudly. He was so suffocated in his heart that this day's time was all fooled by this kid, wasting a whole day of surveillance, and finally he foolishly picked up a few pumpkins to bring back.