Chapter 3 Illusionary Torture (1/2)
The young generation gather in the young hawk pavilion, which stands alone in an area of several thousand square meters.
in the lobby many disciples are doing their breathing exercises,
at this time in the spacious hall, dozens of disciples of the spirit Condensation stage can be seen.
It was still early , so the foundation establishment seniors responsible for the gathering have not yet come,
so the disciples gathered in groups of twos and threes to talk about things of interest.
Lin Xuan quietly sitting cross-legged, taking advantaged of the time
provided to cultivate for a while, hears people come around the corner.
”Oh, isn't that Brother Lin?”
”I heard you went into closed door practice a while ago, wasn't it to breakthrough to the second layer?”
Lin Xuanwei's brows wrinkled with his taunting laughter, while maintaining a unemotional surface. In the eyes of mortals, cultivators are truly extraordinary and immortals, how ever that is only the outside appearance of it, cultivators also need to gain insights profound teachings.
The cultivating world is in reality more cruel than the secular, more realistic, and infinitely more snobbish.
But unlike the secular world, the world of cultivators is based only on strength, and the most powerful stand tall.
Those with the highest cultivation, those with the best skills, those who are truly immortal, are the ones in charge, only they have the right to speak.
Three years, although Lin Xuan's efforts were higher than the others, since he had no spiritual roots he was left far behind by the others and left out in the cold.
”Well, with the spirit roots of a mortal, no matter how hard working he works, cannot be compared with us, rather he's a disgrace to our sect.
” Oh yes, three years and unable to breakthrough into the second layer, truly a waste.”
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Faced with the ridicule of his brothers, Lin Xuan did not bat an eyelid, and looked the same as usual, after giving those silly guys a cold look, Lin Xuan went over to the side.
Not out of anger, or fear, but because those few shallow guys who ran their tongues were not worth the effort, and were unable to affect his state of mind.
He once again sat down cross-legged, and began to absorb spiritual power again, and after another half hour, a bell rang out, the disciples all stopped what they were doing and talking about, and started to line up, with Lin Xuan all the way in the back.
A middle-aged man walked, who on the surface, looked no more than forty years, but was certainly older than that, as with the higher cultivation levels, life will also be extended as the aging gradually slows down.
”Master!”
All the disciples bowed down, in accordance to the rules of whirlwind cloud valley, they must show respect to the one sent to teach them.