Renegade Immortal

Today's second update, there will be more in the afternoon!

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Over the past month, almost all the registered disciples have known Wang Lin. When they saw him, they all showed condescension and sarcasm.

Wang Lin ignored this. He knew that each of these named disciples was twisted and perverted in their hearts. When he didn't come, these people were at the bottom of the sect, and they couldn't vent their suffering. Now that he came, they entered the sect by committing suicide. His status is undoubtedly lower than that of the registered disciples, so he has become a target that everyone can bully.

He sneered in his heart, knowing that this kind of thing cannot be solved by resistance, the strong in the sect are respected, and the registered disciples who started earlier than him were all physically strong, and some even learned some simple immortal techniques. If he resists, he must be the one who suffers.

But Wang Lin is not that kind of soft persimmon character, he keeps all the sarcasm in his heart, and waits for his strength to increase one by one in return.

With this kind of thinking, he is like a deaf and blind man. No matter what others say, he still does his own way. Apart from carrying water every day, he secretly studies the mysterious beads.

He tried various liquids to soak the beads, spring water, dew, sweat, and even blood, and found that dew was the best of these.

However, there are also differences in dew. The dew that appears on the stone beads in the morning has the best effect, followed by the dew at night. If the dew is collected from other objects to soak the beads, the effect is even worse.

By analogy, it is spring water, and the least effective is blood and sweat, which have almost no effect at all.

In order not to attract attention, he specially found several wild small gourds in the mountains, and after digging out all the seeds inside, he used them to hold different dew.

He didn't bring these gourds with him, but found a remote place and buried them deep in the ground in different places. Except for taking them out when collecting them every day, he never took them back to the sect.

What I carry with me is a gourd filled with spring water. When I am tired, I can drink a few sips and immediately feel refreshed.

In addition, Wang Lin also discovered a strange phenomenon, that is, whenever dew appears on the stone beads at night or early in the morning, the surface of the beads often seems to be full of water drops, but when they are actually collected, there will be more than half of the dew, which is inexplicable. Disappeared, leaving less than one-tenth at most.

For this strange phenomenon, Wang Lin can only conclude that the dew was absorbed by the beads. Although this explanation is a bit absurd, apart from this, Wang Lin really can't think of other answers.

At dusk that day, Wang Lin filled the remaining three jars of water, and said to the young man in yellow who was meditating, "Senior Brother Liu, I'm going home, I won't be here tomorrow."

The young man surnamed Liu rolled his eyes, glanced at Wang Lin, and let out a "hmm" in his nose.

Wang Lin didn't care either. He learned from Zhang Hu that registered disciples could have three opportunities to go home and visit their relatives every year. symbol.

Wang Lin remembered that his father's birthday was approaching, so he wanted to go back, so he left the miscellaneous affairs office and walked to the elder who was in charge of registering disciples.

The Hengyue Sect is divided into five sub-academies, one main courtyard and six courtyards. The five sub-campaigns are gold, wood, water, fire, and earth respectively, and each has registered disciples living there. Most of the disciples and elders of the inner sect live in the main courtyard, and they usually carry water. He has also watched this place from afar, full of envy in his heart. After coming here this time, he looked at it carefully, and stood outside the main courtyard gate and said loudly : "Wang Lin, the registered disciple, please see Elder Sun."

A young man in white wobbled out of the main courtyard, glanced at Wang Lin, and said with a haughty expression, "You are Wang Lin?"

Seeing the other party wearing white clothes, Wang Lin nodded inwardly.

He already knew that all the disciples of Hengyue Sect divided their clothes into different colors according to their grades. The registered disciples are divided into gray clothes and yellow clothes, and the yellow clothes represent the qualification to practice immortality. Inner disciples are based on their respective strengths, from high to low,

Clothes are divided into four types: purple, black, white and red.

The young man in white twitched his lips, glanced at Wang Lin coldly, turned around and walked into the courtyard, Wang Lin followed with a blank expression.

Walking in the main courtyard, it didn't take long before he was brought to a garden planted with flowers and plants. The young man in white said lazily, "Uncle Sun, a registered disciple is looking for you."

After speaking, he casually stood aside.

An old voice came from the garden: "Go down, the registered disciples come in."

The young man in white smiled and took his leave.

Wang Lin was very nervous. He pushed open the gate of the garden. As soon as he walked in, a strong medicinal fragrance rushed over his face. Wang Lin was startled, and looked back at the garden gate. There was no scent of medicine outside.

"Why are you staying there, and you haven't reported your name?" The voice was dissatisfied, and it came from a room in the corner of the garden.

Wang Lin hurriedly said respectfully: "Disciple Wang Lin, pay respects to Elder Sun, my father's birthday is tomorrow, and this disciple wants to go home."

"Your name is Wang Lin? So it's you. Hmph, cultivators pay attention to cutting off the mortal world. If you care so much about the secular world, you don't want to step into the fairy gate in your life!" the old voice reprimanded.

Wang Lin frowned, and couldn't help but said, "I haven't learned any immortal techniques, so how can I be considered a cultivator?"

The other party was silent for a while, and then said impatiently after a long time: "The time limit is three days, go back quickly, this is a thousand-mile talisman that can be used twice, sticking it to your leg can greatly increase your speed." The unremarkable yellow paper floated out from the window of the room and landed gently at Wang Lin's feet.

Wang Lin picked up the precious one and put it in his arms. He knew from Zhang Hu that all the registered disciples who went out to visit their relatives would receive such fairy talismans. Fairy spells attract more children to come for entry tests.

In fact, this fairy talisman is very low-quality to put it bluntly. The only advantage is that it is easy to use. You only need to stick it on your leg every time and you can use it. Increased speed for mortals.

However, there are quite a few inner disciples who are keen to save money. It is said that they can use it to exchange for some things at outside trade fairs. These registered disciples are even more treasured, and some are even more reluctant to use it. I have accumulated a lot.

Walking out of the main courtyard, Wang Lin pondered for a while, walked towards the residence, packed his luggage in the room, bid farewell to Zhang Hu, and then went down the mountain.

At this time the sky was brightly lit with stars, Wang Lin originally planned to leave tomorrow, but he was not sure how fast he could use the fairy talisman, fearing that his father's birthday would be delayed, so he planned to leave overnight.

Not long after Wang Lin left, an elder surnamed Sun in the main courtyard opened the door and was about to collect some herbs. Suddenly, his expression froze and he stared at the position near the gate of the garden. The several branches of blue thread grass planted there unexpectedly all withered.