Chapter Thirty Wang Hao

  "Must I be even more excessive?" Wang Lin was preparing to leave the Miscellaneous Path, he wanted to see just how far these Masters would go!

  In private, Wang Lin was called "Blackhearted Wang" by his nominal disciples, in addition to the two frequently used words "waste" and "shameless".

  Compared with Liu Qing's nickname "Yellow Weasel" in his youth, it is much higher in realm.

  After a year of cultivation in the dream, Wang Lin's spiritual energy had almost reached several times its original amount. The first layer of the Qi Condensation stage had already reached its limit, and no matter how much he practiced his breathing techniques, his spiritual energy would not increase any further. So, one night, he began to try and open the second layer's mantra.

  After repeated failures, he finally succeeded in breaking through the first layer of the Qi Condensation Period and entered the second layer.

  Physically, the pores on his body had also produced a large amount of black oil, and after washing it off, Wang Lin looked at himself in the water, his eyes shining brightly like lightning. The whole person seemed to have changed somewhat from before.

  He rubbed his chin, thinking to himself: "For now, I only have the third layer of the Condensing Qi period's mantra. If I go find Sun Dazhu to ask for the next part, and let him know that I've already reached the second layer of Condensing Qi, he'll definitely ask me why. At that time, if I can't explain it clearly, I might bring trouble upon myself."

  After thinking for half a day, Wang Lin still couldn't come up with any good ideas and furrowed his brow involuntarily.

  He sighed, and then practiced the Gravity Technique for a while. In his dream for over a year, he had already been able to succeed eight or nine times out of ten. With this in mind, Wang Lin decided to increase the intensity of his training, and found a large stone in the Miscellaneous Goods Pavilion to control with the Gravity Technique.

  Time flies, and another month has passed. Wang Lin's troubles in the Miscellaneous Affairs Department have caused the named disciples to complain constantly. However, it is now winter, and the sect has begun preparing for the year-end inner disciple competition.

  This year is also the tenth anniversary of the Hengyue Sect's disciple selection, where the top three will have the opportunity to become inner disciples. All the registered disciples are secretly making their moves, each with their own plans.

  As a result, things about the Miscellaneous Affairs Office were delayed and no one asked about them.

  Wang Lin was quite disappointed about this. As for the trial of the inner sect disciples, Wang Lin did not plan to participate. He would rather enter his dreamland to cultivate than waste his time on that.

  On this day, the entire Hengyue Sect was sealed off by heavy snow, with goose feather-like snowflakes falling from the sky. From a distance, it looked like a silver wrapping, as if thousands of miles were frozen and tens of thousands of miles were covered in drifting snow.

  Wang Lin did not cultivate, but stood quietly in the yard, his gravitational technique moving at will, as if an invisible big hand was waving around him, and snowflakes fell from his body, without a single one landing on him.

  Looking afar in the direction of my hometown village, at this time every year, Father and Mother would always light up a warm and cozy stove at home.

  He sat by the stove reading a book, his father was making wood carvings with tools on one side, and his mother was busy storing pickled vegetables.

  Sometimes he gets tired of reading and sits beside his father, watching him carve wood. When he's in the mood, he even helps out, and the atmosphere between father and son is harmonious.

  In addition to these, Wang Lin also remembered that under the bed in his small hut, he had hidden some wooden spinning tops, which he would sometimes take out during the day to play with on the ice with his neighbors.

  Thinking of this, Wang Lin couldn't help but take a deep breath. Cultivators must cut off worldly attachments, these things are all distracting thoughts that affect cultivation. Wang Lin closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were clear and bright. The worldly attachments were heavy, he asked himself if he could be heartless and cut them off, but he couldn't, so he hid them deep in his heart.

  With a sense of rightness, he suddenly felt a slight movement in his expression. At this time, he had already reached the second layer of the Condensing Qi stage and produced a kind of immortal instinct called "Shen Shi". All these are described in detail in the three chapters on Condensing Qi.

  With a glance, he sensed Wang Hao walking towards him. Before long, the courtyard gate was pushed open and Wang Hao, wearing a fur hat and a leather coat, looked at Wang Lin in surprise and said: "Tie Zhu Ge, aren't you cold? You're standing outside with so little on."

  "I calculated with my fingers, you little guy is coming to me, so I endured the cold and came out to meet you." Wang Lin smiled lightly, he indeed didn't feel cold, since reaching the second layer of the Qi Condensation stage, he could clearly feel that his body was much stronger than before.

  Wang Hao burst out laughing and walked in, taking off his hat to take a closer look at Wang Lin. Suddenly he said: "Tie Zhu Ge, I think you seem different from a few months ago?"

  Wang Lin said with a smile: "That's natural, I've already reached the second layer of the Qi Condensation stage, and I'm a fairy now!"

  Wang Hao curled his lip and walked towards the room, saying: "Don't brag, we're about the same in terms of talent. I have the help of the Soul Snatching Pill, but even now I haven't reached the first layer of Qi Condensation. What about you? Give me a break!"

  Wang Lin didn't explain himself either. He knew that sometimes telling the truth would make others disbelieve him, while lying and covering up might even arouse suspicion. After all, he wasn't very familiar with Wang Hao, so he was naturally more guarded in his speech.

  Things that seem familiar at first glance, Wang Lin himself felt he couldn't do.

  "Wang Hao, how come you have time to come here today? Isn't it busy at Dan Fang's place?" Wang Lin asked as he returned to the room and poured a full cup of hot water for his guest.

  Wang Hao took it, blew a few mouthfuls of hot air and sipped a small mouthful, smiling: "You haven't been to the Danfang to collect things for several months. I've kept your share, and today I brought it over." As he spoke, he pulled out a small package from his bosom and placed it on the table.

  Wang Lin's face showed a seemingly smiling yet not quite smiling expression, without even glancing at the package, quietly waiting for the other party to continue speaking. He didn't believe that Wang Hao would come just to deliver something for no reason.

  Wang Hao's face turned slightly red as he suddenly said: "Tie Zhu Ge, I heard that you've been doing pretty well in the miscellaneous affairs department these past few months?"

  "Wang Hao, speak directly, I will definitely help if I can!" Wang Lin poured himself a glass of water and took a small sip, neither confirming nor denying.

  Wang Hao's face flashed with embarrassment, and he leaned in closer, speaking in a mysterious low tone: "Tie Zhu Ge, I've long known you're a clever person. Honestly, I know you have many of the Xian Fu tokens for visiting disciples here. Can you lend me some?"