At this moment, only the second level martial artist knew what was happening. His palm, which had unleashed a powerful attack, seemed to be completely absorbed by his opponent. At this moment, a vast power that he couldn't resist emanated from the opponent's palm print, devouring the Qi throughout his body. The Qi within his Dantian Qi sea was out of his control, crazily rushing towards the opponent's palm print, causing his own meridians, filled with massive Qi, to swell as if about to burst.
"Stop, stop, who are you? Don't devour my Qi." The second level martial artist was terrified, instantly becoming fearful. His body shrank as if dehydrated, and the intense pain inside made him scream in agony.
However, Li Lin paid no heed to him. The Qi inside his body circulated rapidly, devouring the vast Qi energy of his opponent. Having reached the martial artist level, he could now directly absorb Qi from an opponent's attack, as long as their strength was not overwhelming. This was the most terrifying aspect of the Yin Yang Spirit Martial Technique.
A loud explosion echoed, as the remaining first level martial artist was fiercely struck by the Tian Chi Snow Lion, crashing heavily against a towering tree and spewing blood.
"Swoosh swoosh…"
Little dragon's small body transformed into a streak of light, growing with the wind, becoming eighty meters in size in the void. A majestic aura burst forth from its massive body, mixed with a scent of blood, and it swallowed the first level martial artist whole.
Moments later, Li Lin retracted his handprint, and the body of the second level martial artist in front of him had shrunk, looking instantly aged and collapsed on the ground.
After retrieving a storage ring from the man, Li Lin fed the corpse to the Tian Chi Snow Lion. Among the six people, Li Lin only collected two storage bags, a modest gain.
"Let's go."
With a satisfied smile, Li Lin leapt onto the back of the Tian Chi Snow Lion, and the trio left the Wudu Mountain Range. On the lion's back, Li Lin began refining the Qi energy he had absorbed. When he was at the ninth level martial artist stage, absorbing a first level martial artist's Qi nearly killed him, but now, at the first level martial artist stage, he managed to absorb a second level martial artist's Qi, just within his limits. He estimated that fully refining it might elevate him to the second level martial artist stage.
By dawn, they returned to Flying Spirit Gate, and Li Lin immediately entered a cave to refine the absorbed Qi.
Flying Spirit Gate was bustling with activity. All the disciples were either cultivating Qi or practicing martial arts, their enthusiasm unprecedented. In this atmosphere, those with slightly better talent made astonishing progress. However, within Flying Spirit Gate, there were no disciples with exceptional talent; such individuals were often monopolized by larger sects, and it was rare for smaller sects to recruit such talents, except for the occasional overlooked individual.
Three days later, a dazzling earthy-yellow light permeated Li Lin's cave, enveloping his body in the light.
Inside Li Lin's body, the absorbed Qi was being refined under the Yin Yang Spirit Martial Technique, transforming into streams of pure energy entering his Dantian Qi sea.
After a while, Li Lin's meridians expanded, filled with Qi, and the cave was lit up even more. The expansion of his meridians brought intense pain.
"Compress, break through."
A low shout emanated from Li Lin's mouth, and at the same time, his aura surged instantly.
"Bang!..."
A muffled sound came from his Dantian Qi sea, followed by Li Lin's body glowing with a mix of heaven and earth energy entering through his pores.
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His body was reforged once again. With each breakthrough, his internal organs, muscles, and bones all benefited significantly.
Several hours later, Li Lin gradually stopped his cultivation and exhaled a breath of turbid air. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes for a moment before fading.
At this moment, Li Lin had achieved the second level martial artist cultivation. The speed of his cultivation was terrifying.
Feeling the abundant Qi in his body, Li Lin smiled slightly. This time, he had directly broken through one level. For a while, he would not be able to break through his Qi again, and his body needed to adjust and adapt to this rapid pace of cultivation. He mused that few could match his speed.
"Continue cultivating the Wind Wing."
After leaving the cave, Li Lin learned from Zhang Mingtao and others that several elders had gone into seclusion, leaving only Zheng Ying guarding Flying Spirit Gate. Many other disciples had also chosen seclusion, aiming to become core disciples of Flying Spirit Gate in half a year.
After understanding the situation at Flying Spirit Gate, Li Lin returned to the back mountain to practice the Wind Wing. Repeated practice led to repeated falls, but also continuous progress. Not far from Flying Spirit Mountain, a few hours' journey away, was the Rakshasa Gate, a minorly famous sect at the edge of the Wudu Mountain Range.
Rakshasa Gate was home to numerous Wu Po cultivators and at least five hundred disciples. The area within a hundred miles, including the edge of the Wudu Mountain Range, was under Rakshasa Gate's control.
Generally, even Wu Po cultivators in the vicinity wouldn't provoke Rakshasa Gate, whose members were notoriously arrogant and domineering. Provoking them brought considerable trouble unless one no longer wished to remain in the area.
In a grand hall of the Rakshasa Gate, where about a dozen people were seated in various attires, the air was filled with a similar aura, almost all of them being Wu Po cultivators.
At the head of the hall sat a man in his forties, wearing a tight-fitting long shirt, with broad shoulders and thick arms, his body seemingly expanding with power, his aura extremely formidable. This was Deng Fengliang, the sect leader of Rakshasa Gate, an eight-level Wu Po cultivator, a renowned power in the vicinity.
"Leader, there's been a change in Flying Spirit Gate. My cousin has been killed, and even Hei Jian Gate has now submitted to Flying Spirit Gate," said a man in a black long shirt sitting on the right side of the hall.
"How could Flying Spirit Gate have such strength?" Deng Fengliang was surprised, as he knew Flying Spirit Gate's strength to be negligible.
"I've sent people to investigate. It seems a powerful figure has arrived at Flying Spirit Gate, but no one knows their identity, only that they are very strong," said the man in the black long shirt.
"No wonder Flying Spirit Gate dared to make a move against us. It turns out they have a powerful figure. Investigate immediately to find out who this person is. Also, check if the secret chamber in Flying Spirit Gate has been opened. That's what we must obtain. If it weren't for the fact that the chamber can't be forcibly opened, I would have already destroyed Flying Spirit Gate," Deng Fengliang said.
Three days later, in the back mountain of Flying Spirit Gate, Li Lin soared into the air, surrounded by a mighty wind attribute energy. At this moment, a pair of energy wings
formed out of thin air on his back. The wings flapped, creating a whistling airflow, and Li Lin's body glided through the air like a soaring eagle.
Li Lin's energy wings, now fully formed and no longer awkward, were completely transparent white wings. Streams of Qi energy, resembling feathers, were arranged in patterns along the wings.
The wings, spanning about two meters wide when extended, flapped, and Li Lin flew through the air, tracing an arc in the sky.
"Finally successful." Li Lin was extremely excited, controlling the energy wings on his back and continuously flying in the air, aided by the wind attribute.
"Bang…"
Perhaps due to overexcitement, Li Lin unconsciously approached a forest and, not regaining his senses in time, crashed heavily into a large tree, sliding down from it with stars in his eyes.
Li Lin got up dejectedly. This was a case of joy turning to sorrow. He laughed at himself, but his heart was still full of excitement. With these Wind Wings, his chances of escape had greatly increased.
Li Lin gazed ahead, then formed a handprint, gathering wood attribute energy.
"Wooden Shackles."
Li Lin uttered softly, and with a handprint, the space in front of him vibrated, and a dazzling green light spread out, instantly forming five bowl-sized wooden stakes spinning rapidly together. They surrounded the central space, creating a whistling airflow and compressing the space, with a powerful aura pressing down, enveloping it.
"Break," Li Lin shouted lowly, tightening his handprint, and a burst of Qi shot through the space, causing the five rapidly spinning wooden stakes to collide violently.
"Bang bang…"
The energy dispersed, and the space exploded, creating intense ripples, with the green energy dissipating like fireworks.
"I've barely reached the threshold," Li Lin said with a slight smile. His wood technique, Wooden Shackles, had achieved some success. From now on, he had mastered all five elemental martial arts, in addition to the Qing Ling Armor defense technique. The only thing he lacked now was a movement technique.