Chapter 1: The White Gold Sphere

  "Help..."

  Not far away came a cry for help, Ling Sheng heard it clearly, and it was a girl.

  Under the Kongming Mountain, after hundreds of years of Confucian education, the local customs are simple and honest, doing good deeds and accumulating virtues have already deeply entered people's hearts. Also because of the legend of the immortal family on the mountain, it is often said that "three feet above your head, there are gods", everyone respects and fears, not daring to do evil. For hundreds of years, this has become the nature of the local people. Therefore, Ling Sheng knows in his heart, those who dare to do such evil things must not be locals.

  Even if it is outsiders who come to worship at the sacred mountain, most of them are sincere in their worship and do not intend to cause trouble, but human hearts are unpredictable, and unexpected things always happen, so there are cases of bullying the good and forcibly abducting women every three to five years.

  Unfortunately, Ling Sheng encountered an evil deed that he had committed together with others five years ago, and five years later, he encountered it again.

  "It's not necessarily a bad thing in three to five years, but I've been encountering one after another?" Ling Sheng slightly shook his head.

  Malicious words and malicious language came from the forest, extremely*.

  Ling Sheng slowly walked past the trees, gazing into the depths of the forest for a moment. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword at his back, hesitated for a moment, then withdrew it and left directly.

  "Save me......" The woods echoed with cries for help, the girl weeping uncontrollably, seemingly spotting Ling Sheng from afar and calling out for rescue.

  Ling Sheng furrowed his brow, drew out a sharp sword with a reverse grip, and turned to rush into the woods.

  The greenery in the forest is lush and refreshing, but the scene is not very pleasant.

  All that could be seen was a girl in blue, pinned to the ground. She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a clear and lovely face, her cheeks covered in tears, like pear blossoms in the rain. The belt around her waist had already been torn off by someone, and her blue clothes were being ripped apart.

  All I saw was the girl struggling constantly, crying non-stop.

  "Don't cry, don't cry, it's really heartbreaking." Someone wiped away the girl's tears and chuckled.

  Another person tore off a piece of her skirt and smiled: "It's okay, brother will avenge you."

  And by the girl's side, there were three or four young people pulling off her clothes, speaking obscenities.

  Just as the girl was in despair, she suddenly saw the boy who had ignored her earlier turn back and return. A glimmer of hope rose up in her heart, and she loudly cried out: "Big brother, save me!"

  Those young people exchanged a glance, each furrowing their brows, seemingly displeased.

  The newcomer was just a seventeen or eighteen year old young man, with a cold expression, wearing coarse clothes, carrying a sword scabbard on his back, and holding the sharp sword in his hand.

  A young man of similar age to himself, for those who consider themselves to be the masters of the world, is just a trivial matter that can be killed at will, but it's still too depressing to spoil the fun.

  "Kid, if you don't want to die, get out of here immediately!" one of the young men shouted angrily.

  Ling Sheng remained silent for a moment, then raised his sword and said, "I won't start the killing, scram."

  Several people burst out laughing, and the man who spoke earlier sneered: "You think you're a top-notch master just because you have a broken sword? Do you know who we are? We are disciples of the Divine Wind Mountain Villa."

  Ling Sheng slightly furrowed his brow. Before he joined the Kongming Mountain, he had been wandering in the Jianghu, and the renowned Shenfeng Manor was well-known to him. However, after entering the immortal gate, he knew that it was just a small manor in the mortal world.

  Cultivating immortality and refining the Tao, the secrets of the Taoist arts are too far-fetched for ordinary people to comprehend, so they are often viewed as mere rumors. To common folk, a place like the Divine Wind Manor is already considered a sacred site that surpasses the heavens. It's no surprise that someone from the Divine Wind Manor would have an air of superiority and look down on everything.

  These young people have a steady pace, although they are of poor character, their martial arts skills are not bad. However, Ling Sheng remains calm, and although his cultivation is incomplete, the shallow martial arts he learned in the secular world are already top-notch for those in the martial arts world.

  Several people at the Kamiyama Villa exchanged a glance, and one of them waved his hand and said, "I'll go."

  Before he had finished speaking, he burst out and made a widely circulated Black Tiger Heart-Plucking move.

  Ling Sheng slightly shifted his body and patted the hilt of his sword with a casual hand.

  Bang!

  That man missed his strike and was slapped in the face by Ling Sheng, instantly leaving a red mark on his cheek.

  Ling Sheng's move was extremely concise and neat.

  Others' faces changed slightly, secretly thinking it's not good.

  "Who are you?" asked the oldest one.

  Ling Sheng remained silent for a long time, sizing up the few people with one glance. He thought to himself: "These guys intend to harm the young girl. Although they haven't succeeded yet, who knows how many girls' chastity they've ruined and how many lives they've harmed in the past? Their crime deserves punishment. Since they're just ordinary people, it's better to kill them now and prevent them from harming others."

  He swung his long sword, revealing a cold expression.

  This change of color, a killing intent suddenly arose, and the forest was like a cold winter's month.

  A few young people didn't look bad, exchanged a glance and ran away in all directions.

  Ling Sheng threw his long sword with a flick of his wrist, and it shot out towards the person in the east.

  At the same time, Ling Shengyun exerted his strength, poured into his feet, and caught up with the person in front of him. He slapped a palm on the back of this person's head, and his force penetrated through his arm.

  The man let out a low grunt and fell to the ground, dying instantly.

  The long sword had already pierced through the chest of that person who was fleeing eastward, and fresh blood stained the tip of the sword.

  As for the man in the west, he escaped far away. Ling Sheng took a glance and didn't chase after him, only pulling out his long sword from the corpse and putting it back into the scabbard on his back.

  The girl in blue opened her eyes wide and showed a terrified expression, apparently having been frightened.

  Ling Sheng shook his head slightly, feeling a hint of helplessness in his heart. He turned around to leave, but suddenly caught a glimpse of something that made his heart skip a beat.

  There was a white sphere about the size of a fist at the girl's waist, emitting a bright glow and sparkling.

  Ling Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and with his intuition, he felt that this white gold sphere was even more extraordinary than the "Refined Steel Outer Dan" he had spent all his savings to refine just a few days ago.

  His refined steel outer elixir was made from thousands of kilograms of black iron, thousands of kilograms of red copper, and hundreds of kilograms of gold. The other day, in order to invite the disciples of the sect, he opened the elixir furnace to refine objects, and for him, he refined a single grain of refined steel outer elixir, which had already exhausted all his savings.

  But at this moment, the white gold sphere actually made his heart palpitate, and the palpitation in his heart was even more intense than when he refined the outer dan of fine steel.

  "This white gold orb, give it to me." Ling Sheng suddenly said.

  The girl in blue was startled and took off the white gold orb, handing it over.

  After Ling Sheng took it, he was very satisfied in his heart. With this white gold sphere, he could cultivate the "Sword Qi Tong Xuan Chapter" that he had obtained by chance. Originally, he refined the fine steel outer elixir for the sake of cultivating the "Sword Qi Tong Xuan Chapter". Now that he had obtained this extraordinary sphere, it naturally replaced the fine steel outer elixir.

  Ling Sheng casually put the white gold sphere into his bosom and thought to himself, "With this thing, even if I'm locked up in the God's Prison Cliff again, it would be worth it."

  "I've taken this thing." Ling Sheng said indifferently: "You and I owe each other nothing."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Sheng turned around and left, his heart was already impatient.

  At first, in the precipice of the gods, he was sleepless and worked day and night to study the "Jian Qi Tong Xuan Pian". After leaving the precipice of the gods, relying on his extremely profound understanding of the "Jian Qi Tong Xuan Pian", his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, and he had already touched the threshold of "Yang Qi".

  Once you enter the "nourishing Qi" cultivation, you are a cultivator of refining Qi. Although you cannot perform magical powers, you can live up to 100 years old, free from diseases and not afraid of cold or heat. While ordinary people often say that human life is 100 years, in reality it's only several decades. The reason lies in the fact that in daily life, eating, breathing, moving, stopping, sitting, and lying down all have some impact on the body. However, once you enter the gate of nourishing Qi, wherever the true Qi passes through, blood and Qi flow freely, nourishing the body, eliminating diseases, and dispelling internal ailments.

  It's just that cultivation is not easy, among the more than 300 outer sect disciples, all of whom have extraordinary talents, only Black Tin can possibly step into the stage of cultivating Qi.

  Hei Xi Shixiong is over sixty years old, he has been practicing in the mountains since childhood, after thirty years of hard work and suffering, he finally entered the stage of nourishing his Qi, becoming the first outer door disciple, but unfortunately, he is a bit older and has injuries on his body, making it difficult for him to be recognized by the seniors in the sect.

  Ling Sheng said, "Black Tin brother is quite perceptive, but as for the other disciples, even if they cultivate their whole lives, they may not necessarily be able to enter the stage of nourishing Qi. I've heard that those rogue cultivators don't have any proper lineage or transmission, and can't even complete the basic breathing exercises, so they're forced to grope around on their own. Even if there are some exceptionally talented individuals among them, without the right method, they'll spend their whole lives wandering outside the gates of Qi refinement. In that case, my obtaining the 'Sword Qi Transmission' is truly a great stroke of luck."

  Ordinary people can only practice the method of exhaling and inhaling, and wait until the true energy is formed before they can obtain the profound formula.

  This is the most superficial way of inhaling and exhaling, testing one's wit and innate talent. Only by entering the "cultivation of Qi" can one's extraordinary wit and superior innate talent be revealed, making it possible for others to take them seriously and pass on their skills.

  Ling Sheng thought that his innate talent was decent, and his comprehension wasn't bad either. However, if he were to focus solely on cultivating the techniques of breath control and internal energy circulation, he wouldn't be able to surpass Hei Xi's skills by much. Fortunately, he had the "Sword Energy Transmission" as a foundation, and after several years of cultivation, he finally achieved a state where his thoughts flowed like a stream, and with just a slight movement of his mind, the internal energy would flow through his body like water.

  This flow of thought is not true energy, but rather a product of the mind's imagination, an illusion created by fantasy, referred to as "energy sensation". However, if one can transform the real into the unreal, then true energy can be produced.

  Although Ling Sheng relied on the "Jian Qi Tong Xuan Pian" to cleverly produce a sense of energy, in order to transform it into true energy, he would need to obtain a treasure that contained a large amount of Jingjin Qi as its foundation; otherwise, he could only gradually refine it step by step.

  He had spent all his savings to ask Hei Xi Shixiong to smelt a "Jing Gang Wai Dan", just to be able to borrow this to enter the "Yang Qi" cultivation, but he never thought that he would get such a white gold sphere, which contained the essence of Jin's aura, making Ling Sheng, who was refining the "Sword Qi Tong Xuan Pian", tremble with fear.

  In front of a short mountain, there is a cave in the middle of the mountain, which is exactly where Ling Sheng cultivates in seclusion.

  Entered the mountain cave, Ling Sheng moved a few large stones to block the entrance, sat cross-legged on the cushion, and calmed his mind.

  "Behind the dwarf mountain is the Benmen copper and iron ore vein, this cave also has a lot of aura of refined gold, which is very beneficial to my cultivation."

  Ling Sheng took out a white gold-colored sphere the size of a fist.

  The cave was dark, but after taking out the white gold sphere, it was a crystal clear color, with a hint of whiteness, which is the color of white gold.

  In the Five Elements, the sword belongs to Metal, and Metal is white in color, hence White Gold.

  The sword is cast in gold, and gold is of white color.

  "Are you a true disciple of the Lingbao Tianbao Sect? What does it matter? You'll be killed sooner or later!"

  Ling Sheng's face turned stern, his sword blade flashed up, and the tip of the blade swept across his abdomen. A wound instantly opened at the Dan Tian point, blood gushing out, and his face turned pale, faintly trembling. However, his hands moved unceasingly, forcing the white gold sphere into the wound.