Chapter 27

Wang Lin watched Zhang Hu's back for a long time, then sighed, holding the yellow paper tightly. He felt a bit sad; Zhang Hu was his first friend in the Hengyue Sect, but now, such an incident had occurred.

"This immortal talisman is the root of the disaster!" Wang Lin glanced at the yellow paper in his hand, his expression changed. He immediately noticed the difference. Although the yellow paper looked the same as the immortal talisman used for visiting family, the spiritual energy it contained far exceeded that of all the visiting talismans. Moreover, a dangerous aura emanated from it. Wang Lin was startled. Although he didn't know what it was, it was definitely a treasure.

After a brief hesitation, Wang Lin put the yellow paper away. Looking at the corpse on the ground, he sighed inwardly. If the body wasn't disposed of, with Zhang Hu's speed, he might not escape the sect's pursuit.

Fortunately, the storage bag had enough space to hold a corpse. After cleaning up the room and wiping away the blood, Wang Lin quietly left. He found a mountain stream in the mountains, threw the corpse in, and then carefully returned to the room.

After a moment of reflection, he stopped thinking about Zhang Hu and took out the immortal talisman to study it carefully.

At first glance, the immortal talisman seemed no different from the ones used by named disciples for visiting family. However, upon closer inspection, Wang Lin found that both the material and the red ink strokes were far superior to the former.

Wang Lin pinched the immortal talisman and pondered for a moment. He was unsure of its specific function. Since he had almost died after drinking dew water rashly, he had become very cautious about the things of immortals and dared not use them lightly.

Moreover, the faint dangerous aura emanating from the immortal talisman made him even more cautious. After a moment of hesitation, he put the immortal talisman in his storage bag, leaving it for future study.

After doing this, he took out the mysterious bead and entered the dream space.

This time, he didn't focus all his energy on breathing exercises but spent some time practicing the Gravity Technique.

After using the Gravity Technique on Senior Liu, he found it quite useful and was determined to practice it continuously.

He first used a gourd as the practice object, using the Gravity Technique to lift it from a distance. The gourd was light, and after several attempts, he finally succeeded. Seeing that he had succeeded once, Wang Lin immediately interrupted the Gravity Technique and started over.

Wang Lin's idea was simple. He believed that the Gravity Technique must be performed with complete mental control, achieving success every time out of ten attempts. Otherwise, even if it was powerful, it would be useless if it couldn't be used at a critical moment.

He calculated that with his current state, he could only succeed three or four times out of ten, far from his own requirements.

Time passed quickly in the dream space. Unconsciously, Wang Lin felt the tearing sensation and returned to reality. He didn't waste time but drank several large mouthfuls of spring water as soon as he opened his eyes, then began to meditate and practice breathing exercises. After his body was filled with spiritual energy, he took a deep breath, his eyes flashing, and the content of the Three Condensation Techniques echoed in his mind.

The Three Condensation Techniques not only recorded the cultivation methods for each level but also two crucial incantations!

These incantations were the key to true condensation. There were fifteen levels in the Condensation Stage. While the first level could be naturally cultivated, the other fourteen levels required their own opening incantations.

For example, he had already cultivated the first level of the Condensation Stage. Without the opening incantation for the second level, even if he mastered the cultivation method for the second level, he could not advance to the second level and would remain at the first level.

Wang Lin silently recited the incantation in his mind, and the spiritual energy in his body immediately changed. At first, the change was slight, but as time passed, it became more intense, like boiling water circulating in his body.

Gradually, the spiritual energy became clearly insufficient, dispersing intermittently throughout his body. Various sensations of soreness, numbness, itching, and pain arose from his entire body. He had the illusion that he was riddled with holes, and the spiritual energy was the root cause of all this.

The Three Condensation Techniques prominently described a sentence in a conspicuous position.

The opening incantation for each level might not succeed every time. Talent, spiritual energy, and opportunity all played a crucial role. Some people might succeed on the first try, while others might need ten or a hundred attempts...

After a long time, the various sensations gradually faded. Wang Lin was drenched in sweat, and the spiritual energy in his body had completely dissipated. However, he knew from the Three Condensation Techniques that this dissipation was only temporary and could be restored with a single meditation. Although he had not successfully opened the second level, despite the failure, Wang Lin was not discouraged. This time, he had only tried, and it was proven that the spiritual energy in his body was not sufficient to open the second level.

After all, he had just cultivated the first level. He was not in a hurry. With the spring water gourd in hand, he could always cultivate the first level until he reached its spiritual energy limit and then try to open the second level again. This way, the success rate would naturally increase significantly.

With this plan in mind, Wang Lin began to cultivate day and night. The spiritual energy in his body gradually accumulated, and the Gravity Technique also improved gradually.

During this period, he tried the opening incantation for the second level multiple times, but unfortunately, all attempts failed.

After half a month in reality and three months in the dream space, one day, Wang Lin was practicing breathing exercises, waiting for the interval time in the dream space. Seeing that there was still time, he hesitated for a moment and immediately recited the opening incantation for the second level, preparing to try again.

He had lost count of how many times he had tried. Each time, the spiritual energy in his body was completely dissipated, but he had not succeeded.

An hour later, Wang Lin lifted his head wearily, his body's spiritual energy completely dissipated. He smiled bitterly to himself, "Failed again. Opening the second level is really too difficult!" Suddenly, his expression changed, his eyes flashing as he stared at the door.

"Junior Brother Wang, come out and see me!" A cold voice came from outside the door.

The voice was familiar. Wang Lin stood up, pushed open the door, and saw a young man in his late twenties dressed in black standing outside, his expression cold.

"Black Robe!" Wang Lin's heart raced. He recognized the man's identity; it was the Zhang-surnamed youth who had brought him, Wang Zhuo, and Wang Hao to the Hengyue Sect that day. It was also this person who had taken his father to find him at the bottom of the cliff.

However, Wang Lin remembered that the man was wearing white at that time, but now, in just a few months, he had been promoted to black! He suddenly remembered that when testing Wang Hao as a medicine boy at the foot of the mountain, the third senior brother had mentioned that the man was at a critical point in his cultivation, and the sect master was afraid it would affect his cultivation, so he arranged for him to conduct the test.