Wang Lin looked at Zhang Hu's back. After a long time, he let out a sigh. He held the yellow paper in his hand and felt sad. Zhang Hu was his first friend in the Heng Yue Sect, but now something like this had happened.
"This immortal talisman is the root of the problem!"
Wang Lin looked at the yellow paper in his hand and his expression changed. He immediately found something different. Although this yellow paper looked the same as the talismans used to visit relatives, the spiritual energy it contained was far more than any of the talismans. In addition, there was a dangerous aura coming from it. Wang Lin was shocked. Although he didn't know what it was, it was definitely a treasure.
After hesitating for a bit, Wang Lin put away the yellow paper and looked at the body on the ground. He sighed. If he didn't get rid of the body, with Zhang Hu's speed, he wouldn't be able to escape the sect.
Luckily, there was enough space in the storage bag to put a body. Wang Lin cleaned up the room, wiped off the blood, and quietly left. He found a mountain stream in the mountains and threw the body down. Then he carefully returned to his room.
After sighing, he didn't think about Zhang Hu anymore. He took out the immortal talisman and carefully studied it.
At first glance, this immortal talisman seemed to be no different from the ones used by honorary disciples to visit relatives. However, after careful observation, Wang Lin found that whether it was the material or the red strokes on it, it was far better than the former.
Wang Lin held the immortal talisman and pondered for a bit. He didn't know the specific use of this immortal talisman. Ever since he drank the dew and almost died, he was very wary of immortal things and didn't dare to use them carelessly.
Plus, there was a hint of danger coming from this immortal talisman, which made him even more cautious. After hesitating for a bit, he put the immortal talisman in his storage bag to study later.
After doing this, he took out the mysterious bead and entered the dream space.
This time, he didn't put all his energy into breathing. Instead, he took some time to practice the Attraction Technique.
He used this technique on Brother Liu and felt that it was very useful, so he made up his mind to practice it.
First, he used the gourd as a practice target. He used the Gravitational Spell to grab the gourd from afar. The gourd was very light, and after several attempts, he finally managed to grab it. Seeing that he had succeeded once, Wang Lin immediately stopped the Gravitational Spell and started from the beginning again.
Wang Lin's thinking was very simple. He believed that the Gravity Art had to be successful ten times out of ten. Otherwise, no matter how powerful it was, it would be useless if it couldn't be used at the critical moment.
He calculated that in his current state, he could only succeed three or four times out of ten, which was far from the requirements he had set for himself.
Time flew by in the dream world. Without even realizing it, Wang Lin felt like he was being torn apart, and returned to reality. He wasted no time, opening his eyes and drinking a few mouthfuls of spring water. Then he sat down cross-legged to do breathing exercises. Once he was filled with spiritual energy, he took a deep breath, and his eyes glittered as he recalled the contents of the three volumes of Qi Condensation.
In the Three Volumes of Qi Condensation, other than the mantras for each level, there were also two extremely important mantras!
These mantras were the true crux of Qi Condensation. There were fifteen levels to Qi Condensation. Apart from the first level, which could be cultivated naturally, the other fourteen levels required their own mantras.
For example, he had already cultivated the first level of Qi Condensation. If he did not have the mantras for the second level, even if he mastered the mantras for the second level, he would not be able to cultivate to the second level.
Wang Lin silently recited the mantras, and the spiritual energy in his body began to change. At first, the change was slight, but as time went on, it became more intense. Finally, it was like boiling water, coursing through his body.
Slowly, the spiritual energy began to run out, and it began to flow intermittently throughout his body. Soreness, numbness, itchiness, pain, and all sorts of other sensations began to spread throughout his body. He had the illusion that he was riddled with holes, and that his spiritual energy was the source of all of this.
In the Three Volumes of Qi Condensation, there was a very prominent description of the mantras.
The mantras for each level were not always successful. Talent, spiritual energy, and luck all played a key role.
Some people could succeed on the first try, while others needed ten, a hundred …
After a long time, the sensations began to dissipate. Wang Lin's body was covered in sweat, and the spiritual energy in his body had completely dissipated. But Wang Lin understood from the Three Volumes of Qi Condensation that this kind of dissipation was only temporary, and could be recovered after a session of meditation.
He did not succeed in opening the second level. Despite his failure, Wang Lin was not discouraged. He had only tried this time, and it turned out that the spiritual energy in his body was not enough to open the second level.
After all, he had only just finished cultivating the first level. He was not in a hurry. After all, he had the spring water gourd. At worst, he could just keep cultivating the first level, and when he reached the limit of the first level, he could open the second level again. This way, the success rate would naturally increase.
With this plan in mind, Wang Lin began to cultivate day and night.
The spiritual energy in his body gradually accumulated, and the number of times he could use the Gravity Art also increased.
He had tried many times to open the mantra for the second level, but all of them had failed.
Half a month had passed in the real world, and three months had passed in the dream world. One day, Wang Lin was doing breathing exercises, waiting for the time to pass in the dream world. Seeing that it was still early, he hesitated for a moment, then began to silently recite the mantra for the second level, preparing to try again.
He had already lost count of how many times he had tried. Each time, the spiritual energy in his body completely dissipated, and he did not succeed.
Two hours later, Wang Lin raised his head, exhausted. The spiritual energy in his body had completely dissipated. He laughed bitterly to himself. "I failed again. Opening the second level is really too difficult!" Suddenly, his expression changed, and his eyes flashed as he stared at the door.
"Junior Apprentice Brother Wang, come out and see me!" A cold voice came from outside the door.
The voice was somewhat familiar. Wang Lin stood up and opened the door. He saw a twenty-seven or twenty-eight year old youth in black standing outside with a cold expression.
"Black Robe!"
Wang Lin's heart tightened. He recognized the identity of the other person. It was the youth surnamed Zhang who brought him, Wang Zhuo, and Wang Hao to the Heng Yue Sect. It was also this person who brought Wang Lin's father to the bottom of the cliff to find him.
However, Wang Lin remembered that at that time, the other person was still wearing white, but now, in just a few months, he had been promoted to Black Robe!
He suddenly remembered that during the test at the foot of the mountain, the third apprentice brother who took Wang Hao in as an alchemy boy had said that Wang Hao had reached a critical moment in his cultivation. The sect leader was afraid that it would affect his cultivation, so he arranged for Wang Hao to take the test.