Chapter 3: Illusory Realm of Suffering
Wizened Eagle Pavilion, was an imposing building, in which the Qi Training Hall alone covered thousands of square meters, and was a place for Spiritual Dynamism Stage disciples to practice, and at this time, there were dozens of people standing in shadow in the spacious hall.
The time was still early, the Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators responsible for teaching techniques had not yet arrived, and the disciples were gathered in twos and threes, talking about things of interest.
Lin Xuan silently came to a corner with fewer people and sat down on his knees, intending to cultivate for a while longer while there was still time, just then, a sound of footsteps entered his ears.
"Hehe, isn't this Senior Brother Lin?"
"I heard that you were in closed-door cultivation a while ago, and you still haven't broken through to the second layer?"
The playful voice with mockery, Lin Xuan frowned slightly, but on the surface, he did not show the slightest bit of emotion, in the eyes of mortals, cultivators were immortal, with mystical spells, as if they were immortals who did not eat earthly fire, but in fact, this was only the appearance.
Cultivation world is more cruel, more realistic and more snobbish than the secular world!
Only here it is not about money, but strength as the basis of power.
Whoever has a high realm, whoever has good magic treasures, whoever has more pills is the boss, and the words spoken are also the truth.
For three years, even though Lin Xuan had put in harder cultivation than others, the flaw of not having a spiritual root still left him far behind his fellow disciples, which caused him to suffer from cold stares.
"Hmph, just a mortal without a spiritual root, even if he tries harder, he can't possibly be compared to us, instead of staying in the sect and losing face, he might as well have the sense to go down the mountain."
"Yes, three years, and still can not break through the second layer of the Spiritual Movement Stage, is simply waste."
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In the face of the taunts of the brothers, Lin Xuan eyelids did not blink, color as usual, just a few boring guys, cold look at them, Lin Xuan walked to the side.
There is no anger, not cowardly fear, but for a few shallow guys, simply not worth it, Lin Xuan will not because of a few words, affect their state of mind.
Sitting down on his knees, he began to inhale spiritual qi, just like that, after about half an hour, a bell sounded into his ears, the disciples who were still talking casually stopped talking and stood in formation, and Lin Xuan came to the back of the line.
A middle-aged man walked in, from the looks of it, he was about forty years old, but it was definitely more than that, cultivators' lifespans lengthened as their realms increased, while aging gradually slowed down.
"Master!"
The disciples bowed and saluted, according to the rules of the Drifting Clouds Valley, they had to address each and every Chair who had taught them their techniques with such respect.
"My name is Zhang Yu, and I will be teaching you the mysteries of the Reiki Shield."
Reiki Shield, as the name suggests, is the cloth of spiritual energy on the surface of the body to form a Qi Shield, which is the most basic protective spell for cultivators.
The disciples were immediately excited and whispered to each other.
Apart from Lin Xuan who was an ordinary person, the disciples who possessed spiritual roots had mostly practiced their gongfu to the third or fourth layer after three years of cultivation, and after entering the middle stage of Spiritual Dynamics, they were already able to learn some simple minor spells.
"What's the noise, be quiet!" Seeing the chaotic scene below, Zhang Yu's face sank.
Seeing the chair get angry, the disciples immediately shut up obediently.
Next, Zhang Yu began to explain in detail, how to operate spiritual energy, the details of which needed attention, Lin Xuan listened very carefully, in fact, with his current cultivation, it was not enough to drive the spiritual energy shield, but first, he would memorize how to cultivate clearly, and then later on, when his gong power arrived, he would slowly practice.
"Alright, you guys practice on your own." Zhang Yu left the Wizened Eagle Pavilion after speaking once, whether or not he could practice next depended on the comprehension of each disciple.
Lin Xuan also left with him, he first returned to his own place, a simple cabin, high level cultivators all had their own cave, but low level disciples like him lived in a very simple environment.
Inside the house there was only a table, a chair and a wooden bed, Lin Xuan opened the drawer of the table and took out a pen and paper from it, recording the cultivation method of the aura shield that he had heard today.
This was also his habit over the past three years, because he didn't have a spiritual root, his cultivation speed couldn't keep up with his fellow disciples, so every time after the chair taught the techniques, Lin Xuan would record what he heard, many things could not be cultivated now, and were left to be researched in the future, and by writing them down on a piece of paper, he wouldn't forget them.
After completing his silent writing, Lin Xuan carefully put away the book filled with gongfu, then went back to the back mountain's heart refining path, following the passage down to the location where he had been practicing for the previous two days.
The spiritual qi became more and more abundant, Lin Xuan stopped his steps, this was the place, he couldn't go any further, the deeper the heart refining path went, the more terrifying the illusions would be.
Suddenly, the scene changed, what appeared in front of him was a white world, a thousand miles of ice, ten thousand miles of snow, the cold wind roared.
The snowflakes flooded his ankles in a short while, the whole person was like frozen in an instant, Lin Xuan heart was flabbergasted, the hallucination could still change randomly, the last time he suffered was the pain of the fire burning his body, this time it turned into an endless cold.
Silence for a moment, Lin Xuan expressionless in the snow on the knees to sit down, began to absorb the surrounding spiritual qi to come.
Soon people were frozen, Lin Xuan's hair condensed into icicles, but he remained motionless sitting in the snow, insisted on more than twenty minutes, he ran out of the illusionary realm to rest for a while, move the body, to be slightly recovered, immediately re-entered the cultivation.
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The cold wind howled, snowflakes condensed into countless sharp ice blades, flying towards Lin Xuan, but the young man was still like a rock on the ground meditating.
Two days later, Lin Xuan stood up expressionlessly, hesitated for a moment, and continued to the depths of the road to the heart, the purity of the aura here is not enough, in order to break through the bottleneck, you need to be more pure aura, and he firmly towards the more frightening realm of illusions...
