Uncle Jiang had already instructed him on bodily movement martial techniques, and the Yunyang Sect's "Floating Light and Fleeting Shadow" was a good choice. He had to acquire it once he arrived at Yunyang Sect.
The Wood-type martial technique "Wooden Prison Shackles" was carefully selected by Li Lin. From the jade slip information, he learned that its main feature was to completely seal off a certain range of space. The size of the sealed area depended on one's own strength.
Sealing a certain range of space, Li Lin had high expectations for the "Wooden Prison Shackles." This technique perfectly suited him. If he could trap his opponent with it first and then launch an attack, escape would be difficult for the opponent. It could also be combined with his other attacks.
This was the strength of a multi-element martial artist. Li Lin gradually understood the importance of various elemental techniques. Generally speaking, a dual-element martial artist's power would increase more than twofold when combining both elements. As a quintuple-element martial artist, his power would naturally amplify significantly if he unleashed his full potential.
Now, he needed to practice the combination of different elemental techniques. Once he mastered them, his strength would undoubtedly surge.
"Continue cultivating." Li Lin softly commanded and began to cultivate the "Wooden Prison Shackles" again, aiming to perfect it to his satisfaction. The stronger he became, the more chances he had to survive future dangers.
Time passed slowly in such cultivation. Three days later, Li Lin spent his time alternating between cultivation and playing with Li Xin Tong, occasionally sharing cultivation insights with disciples.
After three days, Li Lin returned to the cave's secret chamber and sat cross-legged on the Spirit Jade Bed. He took out the Soul Spirit Divine Liquid, intending to break through his spiritual power by consuming it again.
After ingesting one-tenth of the Soul Spirit Divine Liquid, Li Lin sat on the Spirit Jade Bed to cultivate. The liquid turned into a fierce heat that spread throughout his body, accompanied by a faint light merging into him from the bed.
This was his fourth time consuming the Soul Spirit Divine Liquid. He could now fully withstand and counter its violent energy. Although the energy was wild, his current cultivation level had significantly increased, preventing any major impact on his body.
The tremendous energy flowed through his meridians, rushing into the sea-like space in his mind where his spiritual power resided, and Li Lin skillfully began refining it.
Gradually refining the wild energy in the spiritual power space, the invisible aura emanating from the Soul Spirit Divine Liquid also permeated through this space, reaching the depths of his mind and nourishing his increasingly tangible soul.
If someone could peek into Li Lin's soul space at this moment, they would be astonished. The soul power of a first-level Spirit Master had already condensed into a tangible form, a feat not achievable by many eighth or ninth-level Martial Masters.
Of course, all this was possible thanks to the special effects of the Soul Spirit Divine Liquid and the Cold Jade Bed, as well as the Yin Yang Spirit Martial Technique.
As time passed, the spiritual power within the sea-like space in his mind continued to strengthen.
"Headmaster, we've found out that every disciple of the Flying Spirit Sect has recently received numerous pills and martial techniques. It seems the Flying Spirit Sect has changed?" Several days later, a man in a black long robe spoke to Deng Feng Liang in the hall of the Rakshasa Sect.
"Elder Xu, have you found any information about that mysterious powerhouse?" Deng Feng Liang was most concerned about the mysterious powerhouse of the Flying Spirit Sect. Without knowing their background, he dared not act rashly.
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"I haven't found much about the mysterious powerhouse, despite much effort. All I know is that they are the master of Li Qing's daughter, a formidable figure, but their current whereabouts are unknown. They appeared once and then disappeared." Elder Xu, also known as Xu Fu Guan, Huang Hai Bo's cousin, a well-known strong figure in the surrounding regions of the Misty Mountain Range and a second-level Martial Soul elder in the Rakshasa Sect, replied.
"Headmaster, the disciples of the Flying Spirit Sect have received a lot of pills and martial techniques lately. It's likely that the rumored secret chamber has been opened. We've been biding our time, not making a move on the Flying Spirit Sect, all for that chamber. Should we act now?" An elder in yellow robes on the left side spoke.
"Elder Zhao, there's no need to rush. The Flying Spirit Sect now harbors a strong figure. We should gather more information. If we can handle that figure, the Rakshasa Sect can take everything, even if the secret chamber has been opened. But if we can't, we'll leave it to the Ghost Martial Sect, and we'll still get a share," Deng Feng Liang said calmly.
"It's just that we've waited so long. It seems a bit unworthy to let the Ghost Martial Sect benefit," another elder on the right sighed.
"Elder Xu, personally investigate and see who that mysterious figure is and how strong they are. Then we'll decide," Deng Feng Liang instructed Xu Fu Guan.
"Headmaster, wouldn't that be inappropriate? I'm worried it might alert them," Xu Fu Guan expressed his concern.
"Huang Hai Bo is your cousin. His death gives you a reason to visit. The Flying Spirit Sect might not suspect anything. Try to find out everything about that mysterious figure," Deng Feng Liang replied, his expression darkening.
"Headmaster, I understand. I'll take people there tomorrow morning," Xu Fu Guan agreed.
In the back mountains of the Flying Spirit Sect, on the fourth night, Li Lin's aura began to surge rapidly, continuing for several hours. Soon after, a muffled sound erupted in the sea-like space in his mind, and a massive energy burst forth.
Li Lin's body glowed brilliantly, his aura climbing rapidly, and the spiritual power space in his mind expanded several times.
A tremendous force surged to the depths of his mind, rapidly strengthening his soul power, which was becoming increasingly tangible.
Meanwhile, an invisible white light, along with an invisible energy from the world, entered Li Lin's body.
As time passed, Li Lin's aura gradually stabilized.
"Hu hu..."
As dawn broke, Li Lin exhaled turbid air. His spiritual power aura had reached the level of a second-level Spirit Master.
Feeling the abundant spiritual power in his mind, Li Lin was both joyful and surprised. After becoming a Spirit Master, breaking through required significantly more Soul Spirit Divine Liquid. At the eighth level of Spirit Master, one portion of the liquid could break through two levels, but after reaching Spirit Master, he had used one portion to advance from first to second level, with very little energy left for further enhancement.
The Soul Spirit Divine Liquid in the jade bottle was divided into ten parts. Having consumed four parts, Li Lin estimated that he might not even reach the sixth level of Spirit Master with the remaining six parts; reaching the fifth level would be lucky.
"Continue cultivating." As day broke, Li Lin didn't immediately leave seclusion. He planned to refine the remaining Soul Spirit Divine Liquid energy before emerging.
Unbeknownst to him, it was already deep autumn. In the Flying Spirit Mountains, the morning air was cool and fresh. Dew on the leaves and grass shimmered with a faint, translucent mist, occasionally accompanied by melodious bird songs echoing through the fog.
The leaves on many trees around the mountain range began to turn yellow. The withered leaves hanging on the trees looked like fluttering yellow flowers, occasionally lifted by the wind, spinning in the air, falling, and then lifted again.
On the path leading to the Flying Spirit Sect, about thirty figures on horseback were galloping. The dry leaves on the hillside were stirred up by the horses, spinning and scattering dust, covering the winding path to the Flying Spirit Sect.
"Elder Xu, we must avenge our third brother this time. He's still bedridden," a black-clad youth from the Rakshasa Sect said on horseback.
"Everyone listen up. We are here to cause trouble at the Flying Spirit Sect, but don't go too far. After assessing their strength, the Headmaster will personally come to annihilate the Flying Spirit Sect," Xu Fu Guan, riding a tall black horse at the front, instructed.
"Halt, who are you?" At the entrance of the Flying Spirit Sect, two disciples, seeing dozens of figures approaching rapidly, called out with a changed expression. Previously, they might not have dared to speak, but things were different now.
"Hmph, we are from the Rakshasa Sect. Tell your Headmaster to come out," the people from the Rakshasa Sect ignored the two disciples, spurred their horses, and entered the Flying Spirit Sect directly.