Fifteen years passed as the sun and the moon alternated and time passed. Mu Lin went from being a lowest-level immortal to the levels of Xuanxian and Yuanxian, and finally became a superior immortal.
"Golden Immortal, Daluo Golden Immortal, Immortal Lord, True Man, and... Emperor Immortal." Mu Lin muttered softly.
Ever since her master helped her become an immortal with his immortal music fifteen years ago, she has never encountered difficulties in her cultivation. Everything has gone smoothly all the way, and her several advancements have come naturally.
If it were an ordinary immortal, it would probably take thousands of years of practice to advance one level, which shows that Mu Lin is gifted. However, in the eyes of the more gifted Zhechuan Zhenren, her practice speed is mediocre.
Mu Lin had no reference points, so naturally she wasn't mentally imbalanced. But she was a little confused recently. She had clearly already reached the state of great perfection of the Supreme Immortal, so why had she not been able to see through it this time
The master was in seclusion about the mysterious places of the Immortal Palace and could not be disturbed. Mu Lin could not ask him to solve his doubts, and he searched through the books in the East Pavilion but to no avail, so he focused on practicing in the hope of accumulating strength for a breakthrough.
God rewards hard work. Ming Yi went through many hardships and finally became a powerful earth immortal from a resentful ghost. Her strength was almost the same as that of the immortals in the fairy world. However, she was not so keen on practicing afterwards. She explained to Mu Lin that she already had the strength to take revenge on Lin Chaosheng, so why did she need to be stronger
Ming Yijian started to go to the East Pavilion to read. On the way back and forth, she always saw Mu Lin sitting cross-legged everywhere and practicing boringly. She was very puzzled.
"Sitting between heaven and earth, cultivation becomes more meaningful." Mu Lin wiped his long hair that was soaked by frost and explained casually.
"Ah Lin, I see you haven't made a breakthrough in a long time. Do you want to combine work and rest?"
Mu Lin was bored: "How do we combine?"
"Going to the human world to play... no, to gain some insights will help you break through your state of mind. If you don't believe me, look at me. As a ghost with a shallow foundation, have you ever encountered difficulties in cultivation? It's all because of too much insights. After becoming a ghost, I will also be more transparent."
Mu Lin was a little shaken, but still shook his head: "Forget it, Master is still in retreat, we go out like this..."
"Leave a letter to tell the truth, the real person will not blame you."
"Hehe..." Mu Lin knows her master much better than Ming Yijian. It's true that he is pure and unrestrained and lives a carefree life. When he has nothing to do, he likes to use a water mirror to spy on everything. It's also true that he has an overflowing hidden desire for control.
If he knew that his disciple had gone out to wander around while his spiritual consciousness was closed and in seclusion, he would definitely catch her and make her face the wall for ten or eight years!
Ming Yijian still did not give up: "How could the Immortal be able to come out of such a high state in just one year? We can go to the human world to gain enlightenment for a month or so, and come back before the Immortal comes out of seclusion. If you don't say it and I don't say it, he won't know."
Mu Lin didn't say anything for a long time.
It seems that it is not going to work. Ming Yi sighed in disappointment. Now she didn't even want to go to the East Pavilion anymore. She returned to her residence in a white dress.
Unexpectedly, Mu Lin's calm and gentle voice came from behind, which seemed a little ethereal and unpredictable in the wind.
She smiled: "Then go ahead."
Ming Yi looked back in disbelief, then immediately floated back and circled around Mu Lin, eyes full of surprise, completely different from her calm appearance just now.
"Of course, if you dare to nag me, don't go." Mu Lin made a gesture to stop her, fearing that Ming Yi's chattering would give her a headache.
Mu Lin suddenly stood up and walked back.
"Alin, you don't want to meditate anymore?"
Mu Lin didn't even turn his head back: "Go back and pack up, we will set off tonight."
Mu Lin simply packed a few sets of clothes and gradually stopped moving. She was silent for a moment, and still put the silver-woven gold-jade fairy dress that had been at the bottom of the box into her bag.
The Xuyu Bag was the first immortal treasure that Mu Lin refined, and it was used for storage. The master casually took out countless natural treasures for her to practice, and after failing several times, she actually achieved spirituality! The seemingly ordinary white tassel pouch with a light green lotus pattern can warm treasures, and it will tremble slightly when it is close to spiritual treasures.
The master rarely nodded and said "not bad", which meant it was really good, and Mu Lin felt a little happy in his heart.
In fact, Mu Lin had no interest in the art of refining weapons, and Zhechuan didn't want to teach her so early, after all, it was the most difficult. But Mu Lin had a high level of comprehension, and she had learned almost everything she needed to learn over the years, so Zhechuan decided to teach her in accordance with her aptitude after a little thought.
He taught a complete set of alchemy techniques, including the techniques of medicine, weapon and array. Of course, he didn't tell Mu Lin that alchemy techniques were the result of the blood and tears of countless Golden Immortals, and were recognized by the entire Immortal Realm as the most difficult and bloody immortal technique...
Mu Lin realized this only when he squatted on the ground with tears in his eyes while drawing the formation after the furnace exploded and his hair was burned countless times.
Orikawa stroked her messy hair and said in a gentle voice, "It's not difficult. Just study hard."
Mu Lin: “… Disciple understands.” QAQ!!!
Recalling these things, Mu Lin's lips curled up unconsciously. She thought about it, picked up the pen and wrote a letter to her master.
She must go this time, whether for Ming Yijian or for herself. The obsession will never dissipate for no reason, but will only breed poison.
Ming Yijian also calmed down and began to make plans for the trip.
"Alin, Alin, why don't you dress up as a man? Or use some tricks to deceive people, so that you can travel more easily."
"I don't have any men's clothes here. This plain dress is simple and easy to wear. There is no need to dress up. I can just use a magic trick to transform myself into an ordinary man."
"All right, let's get going!"
Ming Yi helped Mu Lin to tie her hair into a snake-like bun, with half of her hair reaching her waist. She then put a white jade pear blossom hairpin in her hair, making her look simple, elegant and graceful.
Her whole body turned into colorful rays of light attached to the hairpin. She chatted with Mu Lin while watching her put the letter in front of her master's door. Then she walked out of the fairy palace and restarted the Three-Life Hunyuan barrier between Yingzhou and the outside world.
This time, Mu Lin walked down from the top to the bottom, step by step without encountering any resistance. In less than an hour, he reached the last step.
She counted them silently in her mind, and it turned out to be nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine. Looking back on the difficult test she had endured fifteen years ago, she didn't feel much. It was just a hurdle in her long life, not the most difficult.
She was vaguely puzzled by that figure, and every time she thought of it, she felt a strange feeling in her heart. Who was she, what was the bond between her and him, or... was she just an illusion
Mu Lin decided to walk it again when he came back, maybe he would get the answer.
Thinking of this, she did not linger for long. She found the exit of the barrier and walked out easily. Her footsteps were as light as falling leaves landing on the Waiyingzhou Island.
The night sea breeze blew towards her, carrying a faint fishy and salty smell. Under the dim sky, waves beat against the rocks. She stood on the top of the mountain and looked down. There was almost no change compared to fifteen years ago.
Mu Lin stepped up on tiptoe, his clothes fluttering as he flew into the air, like a streak of light passing through the swirling clouds, with the sea surging with undercurrents beneath him.
Mu Lin's eyes suddenly focused, and his walking speed slowed down, until he finally floated in the air.
As far as her eyes could see, a transparent curtain of water stretched between the sky and the earth, faintly emitting faint blue star-like light, blocking her way.
There was plenty of water vapor on the sea surface. Mu Lin casually condensed three ice arrows and shot them towards the water curtain with the force of thunder!
Unexpectedly, when the ice arrow was about to touch the water curtain, the starlight on the water curtain became brighter, and the ice arrow disappeared in the blink of an eye!
These three ice arrows contain 30% of Mu Lin's immortal power. Ming Yi was surprised and asked her, "Where did this thing come from? Why is it so weird?"
Unexpectedly, Mu Lin actually answered: "Ningye Star Sea Tent, the treasure of the East China Sea Dragon Clan, one of the three famous defensive fairy weapons in the fairy world. In a sense, it can absorb all fairy magic damage. I didn't expect to see it here."
Suddenly, there was a sound of clapping, and a childish and indifferent voice came from above, "You are right. I didn't expect that there are still people who recognize this treasure of mine."
The moment Mu Lin heard these words, she instantly stepped back more than ten feet and looked up towards the top of the Ningye Star Sea tent. The water curtain suddenly bent down to form a narrow plane. A boy of about eleven or twelve years old was sitting on the plane, looking down at her. His fair and tender face had a little baby fat, and his light golden vertical pupils revealed a bit of interest.
The first thing Mu Lin noticed was his... hair. The boy's ear-length golden hair was dazzling and as smooth as silk. Mu Lin moved his fingers and felt an itch to rub it.
"If you can recognize the Ningye Star Sea Tent, I won't kill you. You stay and play with me."
Mu Lin's expression faded, "I refuse." She whispered to Ming Yijian, "Don't come out." In a battle of this level, Ming Yijian could only hold her back.
The huge waves broke the calm of the sea. Two figures, one in white and one in gold, entangled in a fight. In the blink of an eye, a hundred moves were made. The surging immortal power caused turbulent waves and splashing waves within a radius of a hundred miles!
After fighting for half an hour, Mu Lin didn't want to continue fighting with this little lunatic. The noise was too loud and would inevitably lead to other variables, which would make it even more difficult to escape... But the Ningye Starry Sea Tent prevented her from leaving. Was she just going to turn around and flee back to Yingzhou? No, since she had already come out, there was no reason for her to return empty-handed!
"Haha, what a pleasure! I, Ao Xin, haven't had such a satisfying fight in a long time, and it was with a little immortal. Hey, what's your name?"
He clearly has the appearance of a young human, but his body is as hard as iron and steel, he controls the dragon clan's most precious treasure, and his surname is Ao, so his identity is obvious.
It's better to lose the fight than the battle. Ao Xin is just an initial stage Golden Immortal, not much higher than her, yet he is so arrogant.
Mu Lin laughed sarcastically: "You are a young dragon, but you are so arrogant. Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue?"
“You’re looking for death!” Ao Xin’s light golden vertical pupils shone brightly, and his emotional fluctuations turned him into a dragon. His whole body was covered with golden scales. He was actually a... little golden dragon!
Mu Lin was shocked. According to the "Miscellaneous Records of the Six Realms", the golden dragon is the rarest among the dragons. Only three golden dragons have been born in the hundreds of thousands of years since ancient times. They have all led the dragon clan to the peak of glory. After all, they are the bloodline of the ancient dragon god with the highest cultivation talent and the most powerful strength!
She didn't expect that she would be able to see a young golden dragon today. No wonder she was so arrogant, because the legendary golden dragon that covered the sky and destroyed the world was indeed capable of crushing the realm...
Facing Ao Xin's fierce sweep of his tail, Mu Lin finally sighed, "Why bother..."