Mortals' aspirations to cultivate immortality

However, after starting to practice, Lin Yi was stunned.

Because although he felt that his body was constantly producing qi and blood in the wooden barrel, he just couldn't use that qi and blood to practice.

"What's going on?"

Lin Yi jumped out of the wooden barrel strangely and found the roll of animal skin to examine it carefully.

Half an hour later, Lin Yi said uncertainly: "It seems that internal force and qi and blood are no longer the same concept. And I haven't heard of any first-class master using medicinal baths when practicing."

"It's just that internal force can polish the body and be produced by itself just like qi and blood?"

Lin Yi came to the bed and sat cross-legged, and began to urge the mysterious internal force in his body to practice according to the running route of the Golden Gang Subduing Demon Art.

What surprised Lin Yi was that after he started practicing, he began to feel a few strands of airflow entering his body from his five hearts.

After mixing with those mysterious internal forces in his body, as the internal force continued to run, those airflows slowly transformed into internal force.

"Sure enough, there is a way!" Lin Yi was overjoyed and released his attention to observe the surroundings.

Suddenly, he could see a wisp of golden airflow slowly appearing around him, slowly approaching him, and then being absorbed by him.

No matter how ignorant Lin Yi was, he knew that the internal force he obtained from practicing the "Golden Gang Subduing Demons" was completely different from the internal force of other warriors.

After all, he had never seen any secret book that said that people could absorb things from the air and turn them into internal force.

But the airflow in his body was not internal force, so what was it? Lin Yi knew nothing.

After only seven cycles, the sky was bright.

At this time, Lin Yi felt a sense of fatigue and could only wake up from meditation.

Feeling a little more mysterious internal force in his body, Lin Yi couldn't help but look embarrassed.

"It is really too difficult to improve internal force by meditation alone. No wonder the value of the Condensed Dew Grass is so high. After all, the Bilu Dan refined from it can improve the internal force for a year."

Speaking of this, Lin Yi couldn't help but feel distressed. The Bilu Dan is of great importance, and it must be that only people with important status in the sect can take it.

Lin Yi is just an outer disciple, how can he get the Bilu Dan?

"Like the deacon said, go to worship the head or elder as a teacher?" Lin Yi couldn't help shaking his head again.

He is also a master now, although a little water, but he is still a master, how can he worship other first-class masters or masters as teachers.

And how many Bilu Dan can he get by worshipping them as teachers? One, two? Or ten?

Obviously, with so little condensed dew grass, even if Lin Yi said that he already has internal strength, he can get no more than five Bilu Dan.

"I can plant condensed dew grass directly, the most important thing is to get the recipe of Bilu Dan."

Lin Yi exhaled, there are too many things involved in this matter, so he should take it slowly.

As a result, Lin Yi's life has become stable again.

Now he practices "Golden Gang Subduing Demons" at night, practices martial arts during the day, and studies the refining of health pills by the way.

It is not difficult to refine this medicine. It mainly boils several kinds of herbs together, boils them into a thick soup, and then makes them into balls with a little skill.

Of course, in order to get enough condensed dew grass for the recipe in the future, Lin Yi replaced all the herbs except those needed for the health pill with condensed dew grass.

As for the herbs used to practice the Golden Gang Subduing Demon Skill, they are no longer useful to Lin Yi, so Lin Yi lets them fend for themselves in the valley.

Time flies, and one year and two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Lin Yi has been practicing in the valley. Although the mysterious internal force grows slowly, it has accumulated over such a long time.

Now, whether Lin Yi uses the Tiger Roar Fist or the Ghost Shadow, he can use it hundreds of times without exhausting his internal force, which is very powerful.

And now when Lin Yi uses the Tiger Roar Fist, the power is different. Just a punch can break a tree as thick as a chest.

Of course, Lin Yi did not dare to be too ostentatious and did not destroy all the trees in the valley.

Over the past year, Lin Yi's luggage has increased a lot.

There are already hundreds of health pills, and he has accumulated more than thirty hundred-year-old condensed dew grass.

All of these were placed at the bottom of Lin Yi's luggage.

"The inspection is done. You have done a great job in the past year and a half!" The deacon praised Lin Yi.

The medicinal herbs in this valley are taken very good care of by Lin Yi. Each one of them is bright and beautiful, and the age seems to have increased a lot.

Lin Yi smiled and said nothing. Last night, he sprinkled the water soaked with round beads all over the medicinal herbs in the valley, and these medicinal herbs naturally grew very well.

Although the number is large, it is completely no problem for one to be one or two years older.

"How is it, are you ready?" The deacon looked at Lin Yi: "You are only fifteen years old now. With your strength, it is more than enough for you to worship those elders as your teachers."

Lin Yi shook his head: "Deacon, my strength has not improved since I became a second-rate master."

"I think it is because the effect of the red fruit has worn off. My talent is not good. If I become a disciple of those elders and have not made any progress, I will become a joke in the sect."

"Uh." The deacon was speechless. He forgot that Lin Yi became stronger in a short period of time just because he ate the red fruit.

All the true disciples in the sect will become top-notch masters in the future. If Lin Yi cannot make further progress, he may become a joke.

The deacon said with regret: "In that case, it's up to you. You have been in this valley for a year and a half. You can get a credit. Have you thought about what you will do with this credit?"

Lin Yi thought about it. He is now a master, but he has seen and heard too little in the world.

There is no point in working behind closed doors. It's time to go out for a walk, but he also wants to go to the Sutra Pavilion to get the martial arts secrets that can hide his strength.

Seeing Lin Yi's embarrassment, the steward asked, "What's bothering you? You can ask me, maybe I have a solution."

Lin Yi said, "My current strength has reached that of a second-rate master, but I don't have much martial arts knowledge, so I want to go to the Sutra Library. But I don't want to be a herbal medicine disciple anymore, I wonder if the steward has any ideas?"

The steward couldn't help laughing when he heard Lin Yi's words, "This is easy to handle. The disciples of the second-rate masters in the sect have the right to enter and exit the first to third floors of the Sutra Library on their own. Moreover, the disciples of the second-rate masters can choose the tasks they want to perform on their own."

Lin Yi was stunned. It was indeed convenient to have strength. He immediately went back to the sundry hall with the steward, applied for a new identity token, and received new clothes.

The clothes were white for inner disciples. After all, although Lin Yi's strength was sufficient, he was not old enough to become the hall master.

After changing into new clothes, Lin Yi went to the Sutra Library again.