"It's not good or bad, it's just too empty …" Lin Muyu said, "Fortunately, I've been training, so I can get through it. Don't worry, Grandpa Lei Hong!"
Lei Hong laughed, "Brat, you broke Zhao Kuang's arm, so he won't be able to use a spear for the rest of his life. Our Divine Temple's number one spear became useless in your hands, and you still have the nerve to complain to me. Tell me, why did you call me here?"
"It's like this."
Lin Muyu thought for a moment, then asked, "Grandpa Lei Hong, do you know about soul?"
"Soul?"
Lei Hong was slightly startled, then said, "Yes, soul will become stronger as the martial artist's cultivation increases. This is something that happens naturally. What's wrong, Yu?"
"I want to train my soul alone, is there any way?"
"Train your soul alone?"
Lei Hong could not help but laugh, "This … I've never heard of anyone who would train their soul alone. The strength of the soul is complementary to the cultivation."
"Then … is there a way to do it alone?"
"There is." Lei Hong furrowed his brows and said, "I've heard that there was an extraordinary person hundreds of years ago who created a set of secret arts to cultivate mental strength. However, after he cultivated it, his soul became too strong, and his sense of smell and hearing were hundreds of times stronger than ordinary people's. In the end, he went insane and committed suicide by jumping into the river. Therefore, no one has studied his so-called secret arts ever since.
"What the …"
Lin Muyu was startled, but after thinking about it carefully, once she mastered the Seven Luminaries Profound Force, the Seven Luminaries Profound Force would consume a lot of her soul power, so it shouldn't cause her mental disorder. So, she asked, "Can I still find this secret art of his?"
"It should be possible. There are millions of books in the Ze Tian Palace's library, so it should not be a problem to find a third-grade martial art." As he spoke, Lei Hong looked at Lin Muyu seriously, "Yu, are you sure you won't go insane from cultivating this martial art?"
"I won't, don't worry, Grandpa!"
"That's good!"
…
Before dusk, Lei Hong sent someone to deliver an ancient book that was already yellow and about to fall off. Three words could be vaguely seen on it in small seal script — Spirit Pulse Technique!
Holding the Spirit Pulse Technique, Lin Muyu studied it for an entire night and memorized more than 20,000 words.
The so-called Spirit Pulse was actually to merge one's spiritual sense with the surroundings, harmonizing with nature. Through the air, temperature, and energy in the surroundings, one could increase one's spiritual force cultivation. Just as Lei Hong had said, the Spirit Pulse Technique was a third-rate martial technique. Without sufficient cultivation, cultivating the Spirit Pulse Technique could indeed drive one crazy.
However, Lin Muyu was different. He had already stepped into the Heaven Realm, and his soul was already very strong. In addition, he had tempered his skin, honed his bones, cleansed his marrow, and possessed the bloodline of the True Dragon. Even if his spiritual sense was improved a little, it would not be a problem.
At night, lying on the bed, he quietly spread his spiritual sense out. As expected, he could feel the pulse of sound. About 500 meters away, there were two people, one heavy and one light. Neither of them spoke. It should be Qin Ziling and Zhang Wei, because one of the aura overflowing from their bodies was strong and the other weak. The strong aura was more violent, while the weak aura was more gentle. There was no doubt that it was the two of them.
"Knock, knock …"
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Zhang Wei laughed out loud, "Lord Lin Zhi, Ziling and I have brought wine and meat to see you!"
Lin Muyu got up and opened the door to let the two of them in. As expected, the two of them were carrying wine and meat. He immediately smiled and said, "You've come. Come in and take a seat, there's no need to be polite."
Zhang Wei naturally would not be polite. He brought a roasted chicken and a deer leg, while Qin Ziling brought some cooked vegetables and two jars of good wine. After putting down the two jars, the three of them ate and chatted.
"That bastard Zhao Jin, he actually said that he wanted to practice the sword with one hand, and one day, he will personally kill you …" Zhang Wei said while spitting saliva. His face was flushed red, and he looked angry.
Lin Muyu couldn't help but smile, "Let him be. Zhao Jin is already a cripple."
Qin Ziling said, "Lin Zhi, when you go out, you must be careful. I heard from the people outside that the Divine Might Battalion has spread the word that as long as they find a chance, they will definitely cut you into eight pieces!"
"Divine Might Battalion?" Lin Muyu frowned and said, "Forget it, I knew that I would definitely offend the Divine Might Battalion. What's more … Zhen Fang will not let me off so easily."
Zhang Wei patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, as long as you are in the Temple, no one can do anything to you, right?"
"En."
Zhang Wei smiled mysteriously and said, "Master Lin Zhi, after you defeated Zhao Jin, the entire Lanyan City has been filled with rumors about you. They all say that you are already the number one person in the younger generation of the Temple, and that you are comparable to the Imperial Guard Commander Feng Jixing, the Imperial Guard Commander Qin Lei, and the others!"
"How can that be?" Lin Muyu couldn't help but laugh, "Feng Jixing and Qin Lei are both favored by the heavens. I was just lucky to defeat Zhao Jin. What's more, they are all commanders with thousands of troops under their control. What am I?"
Zhang Wei smiled slightly, "Military power? Actually, if you want military power, it is very simple. As long as you decide to leave the Temple, I believe that many armies within the empire will be willing to accept you. With your cultivation … becoming a Yingyang Commandant or something is not a problem. "
"Let's not talk about this, let's drink!" Lin Muyu felt a little annoyed for no reason. Even if he became a commander, he would still have to face many enemies, and he would not be able to sleep or eat in peace.
"Alright, let's drink!"
… …
In the blink of an eye, another few days passed, and finally, the seven days of confinement were up. When Lin Muyu walked out of the secret room, he had already achieved some small success in the Spirit Pulse Technique, and he stood in the courtyard feeling refreshed.
"Hua!"
He clenched his fist, and milky white dou qi surrounded his fist. He lightly circulated his energy, and the power of the Chaotic Star of the Common Life immediately appeared in his palm. It was the color of blood. The so-called Chaotic Star of the Common Life was war, and the power of this move was powerful and domineering. It was the power of the Seven Luminaries Xuan Energy that he could use most freely. Taking a deep breath, he slowly increased the strength of his dou qi, and Lin Muyu shouted, "Two Luminaries Demonic Dance!"
"Buzz!"
The air around him surged, and a black demonic aura appeared in his palm. That was the power of the Two Luminaries Demonic Dance. As expected, practicing the Spirit Pulse Technique was very effective. Controlling the power of the Second Luminaries wasn't very strenuous. As for the Third Luminaries, after seven days of refining, he had already refined the profound meaning of the Third Luminaries from the soul of the Seven Luminaries Demon Emperor. However, when Lin Muyu raised his dou qi and wanted to activate the Third Luminaries, he felt intense pain all over his body. His arms were full of veins, and his dantian felt like it was about to explode. In the end, his soul still couldn't withstand the power of the Third Luminaries.
He let out a deep breath, and gave up on forcing the Three Luminaries Calamity. Let it be. After all, he would practice the Spirit Pulse Technique every day, and who knows, he might be able to easily control the Third Luminaries one day. Furthermore, his current cultivation was already very shocking. Lin Muyu was actually very confident in his heart. He could basically defeat any Heaven Realm expert that didn't exceed Level 70!
"Yu!"
Ge Yang held the Temple's scroll as he passed through the courtyard. From afar, he said with a smile, "Your confinement has been lifted. This morning is the Temple's recruitment day. As a Gold Star Sparring Master, you should participate."
"Yes, Grandpa Ge Yang."
He took a few quick steps forward, and quickly tidied up his armor. The Temple's battle robe suited him very well, and looked very good. Even Ge Yang couldn't help but take a few more glances at it. He sighed lightly. When he was young, he didn't have the qualifications to wear this battle robe.
In the Temple's main hall, a group of instructors and sparring masters stood on two sides. Reihong personally presided over the ceremony for the newcomers to enter the Temple.
"Lord Lin Zhi, you're here?" Zhang Wei smiled as he greeted.
Lin Muyu smiled slightly, and stood opposite Zhang Wei. The group of Silver Star, Copper Star, and Iron Star instructors and sparring masters behind him naturally looked at him with respect. In fact, both Lin Muyu and Zhang Wei were Gold Star, and their status in the Temple was no longer the same as when they first entered the Temple.
"Let the ceremony begin!" Reihong said indifferently.
Ge Yang unfurled the scroll, and with an aged and trembling voice, he said, "Today, there are a total of 14 people who will enter the Temple. First place in the trial, Qin Yan, descendant of the royal family, level 62 Heavenly Sovereign, martial soul, Dragon Scale, will be stationed as a Gold Star instructor, monthly salary 200 Jin Yin dollars! Second place in the trial, Li Mingyi, commoner, level 59 Battle-Saint, will be stationed as a Gold Star instructor, monthly salary 80 Jin Yin dollars. Third place in the trial, Lei Manjiang, commoner, level 55 Battle-Saint, will be stationed as a Gold Star instructor, monthly salary 50 Jin Yin dollars … "
When Ge Yang announced half of the names of the 14 people who would enter the Temple, Lin Muyu had already noticed a young man at the front of the group. He had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and was rather handsome. However, there was an indescribable arrogance between his brows. This brat seemed to look a little similar to Qin Lei. Thinking about it carefully, he seemed to be Qin Lei's younger brother, the legendary second son of Prince Ji Ning — Qin Yan!
Qin Yan also noticed Lin Muyu. Carrying a fiery red iron spear, he walked forward and asked with a smile, "You are Lin Zhi?"
"That's me."
"I've heard my brother mention you before, saying how powerful you are. Now that I look at you, you're only so-so." He raised his sword-like eyebrows, and directly provoked him.
Lin Muyu couldn't help but laugh. Qin Yan was Qin Lei's younger brother, so he couldn't be bothered to fuss over it. He cupped his fists and said, "There will be opportunities to spar in the future, little duke."
"Heh, I know."
…
"Everyone, be quiet."
Lei Hong said solemnly, and then said, "The 14 of you are now members of the Temple. You must know that the Temple is the sacred hall of all the martial artists in the world. During the period of training in the Temple, no personal fights are allowed, and no killing is allowed. This is our basic iron law. Alright, Deacon Ge Yang, read them the seventy-four laws of the Temple!"
"Yes, Great Deacon!"
When Ge Yang finished reading the seventy-four laws, everyone was already on the verge of falling asleep. Lei Hong immediately announced the dismissal. After lunch, they would officially begin the trial and sparring.
And just as Lin Muyu turned around to go eat, Qin Yan's palm suddenly pressed on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Lin Zhi, don't go yet. It won't be too late for us to have a meal after we determine a winner!"
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