Mortal: I will establish an immortal dynasty among mortals

Chapter 10
"You little thief, suffer death!" The man holding the long sword saw Wang Juechu die tragically on the spot. He was the only one left among the four people who originally came together.

He knew in his heart that he would not be able to survive, so he just hoped that before he died, he could kill the person in front of him, so that he would die without regrets.

Yang Lin didn't hold back. He wanted to practice. Such things were inevitable. Now he was just fighting with mortals. In the future, he would have to face those cultivators.

When the sword-wielding man came to the front, the several-inch-long sword light wavered uncertainly, and a dense cold light enveloped Yang Lin, making Yang Lin's skin feel cold.

In response, Yang Lin flicked his finger, and a fireball half the size of a fist suddenly appeared and flew towards the sword-wielding man who was shooting towards him.

At this moment, the sword-wielding man has already become red-eyed and wants to use his long sword to chop the enemy in front of him into pulp.

But what surprised him was that the man actually popped a fireball out of his hand and shot it towards him.

The speed of the two was not slow in the first place, and they collided in just a matter of breaths.

"Break it!" The sword-wielding man shouted, and the long sword flew in his hand, creating streaks of water-like sword light that enveloped the flying fireball and drowned it.

As soon as the two came into contact, the fireball was like an exploding firework. It was cut into dozens of pieces by the sword-wielding man's sword light, and its size was also dozens of times smaller.

This fireball was no ordinary fireball. After it exploded, sparks flew everywhere, and a seemingly inconspicuous fireball actually splashed on the man holding the sword.

"what!"

And the small fireball, as if it had landed on a pile of dry firewood, burned fiercely, shrouding the man holding the sword in the light of the fire.

The sword-wielding man let out a shrill scream, and then gradually lost his voice. When the fire disappeared, only a pile of ashes was left on the spot.

Yang Lin popped up three more small fireballs, turning the bodies of Wang Juechu and the other three to ashes, and then sighed.

There is intrigue in the world of immortality. Sometimes you don't kill people if you don't want to. You don't want to kill others, but others want to kill you!
Suddenly, Yang Lin's ears twitched and he noticed some movement more than ten feet away. He looked there and saw two children about ten years old, looking at him with horror on their faces.

Their bodies retreated involuntarily, and therefore did not notice their feet. They stepped on a piece of gravel, and then they made a movement, which was noticed by Yang Lin.

These two children were none other than Han Li and Li Feiyu. They originally came to ask Yang Lin for martial arts lessons, but they didn't expect to see such a terrifying scene.

"Come here!" Yang Lin waved to them.

The two of them came to Yang Lin with some trepidation. There was a fine line of cold sweat on their foreheads. They were obviously very frightened.

"You don't have to be afraid, but you have to remember that you must not tell others what is going on here!" Yang Lin warned.

The two of them nodded quickly, although they were still a little frightened, they felt a little relieved.

"Master, why do they want to kill you, Master!" After the initial panic, Li Feiyu was the first to calm down. At this moment, his face was full of curiosity.

Yang Lin didn't hide anything and told the situation in detail.

"This" Li Feiyu felt a little guilty. If it hadn't been for him, he wouldn't have brought such trouble to his master.

Han Li, who was standing behind, didn't react much after hearing Yang Lin's words. Although he didn't have any bad feelings toward Qixuanmen, he didn't have any good impressions either.

Especially after seeing Wu Yan win the trial No. 1 and enter the Qijue Hall by virtue of his connections, I feel even less favorable.

He entered the Qixuanmen just to become a decent person like his third uncle. As for who among the Qixuanmen died or who became the leader, he didn't care at all.Even in his heart, he still vaguely hopes that Yang Lin can become the leader, and then he can rely on his relationship with Yang Lin to get ahead in the Qixuan Sect.

He and Li Feiyu had seen clearly just now that Yang Lin could actually release fireballs out of thin air. In his impression, only the legendary immortals could do this.

Could it be that Elder Yang is a legendary immortal, and he just doesn’t know if I can become an immortal like Yang Lin?

"Han Li, what are you thinking about!" Just as Han Li was wandering in the sky, Yang Lin's voice came over!

"Elder Yang, I was wondering if the fireball you just sent out was an immortal trick?" Han Li was now full of curiosity about this, so he couldn't help but ask.

Li Feiyu was also curious. After hearing Han Li's question, he quietly waited for his master's answer.

"Yes and no!"

Han Li was a little confused. Yes means yes, no means no. Why is Elder Yang's answer so strange?

"This kind of magic is called fire bomb. It is one of the most commonly used methods by immortal cultivators, but it is not a real immortal method. A real immortal's method is unpredictable and far beyond what we can guess!"

Yang Lin said with an enigmatic face, making Han Li and Li Feiyu fascinated.

"Then can we cultivate immortality?" Li Feiyu asked.

If you can cultivate immortality, who would want to practice martial arts? It is simply a waste of time.

"If you want to become an immortal cultivator, you need to have spiritual roots. Those without spiritual roots cannot cultivate immortality!" Yang Lin slowly taught the two children common sense about the world of immortality.

"Master, is it really impossible to cultivate immortality without spiritual roots?" Li Feiyu couldn't help but ask.

Yang Lin reached out and touched Li Feiyu's head and said, "I checked your body and found that there is no spiritual root in your body, so I taught you the Vajra Art!"

Li Feiyu felt disappointed when he heard Yang Lin's words.

Seeing Li Feiyu crestfallen like a defeated rooster, Yang Lin smiled and said, "You don't have to be discouraged. Although you don't have spiritual roots, as long as you practice the Vajra Art to the Great Perfection, you can rival the Yuanying Stage monks." !”

"Master, is Nascent Soul cultivator very powerful?" Li Feiyu asked.

"Of course the Nascent Soul cultivator is powerful. As long as he condenses the Nascent Soul, he can live for thousands of years, and he has the ability to move mountains and fill seas. You think he is powerful or not." Yang Lin said with a smile.

After hearing Yang Lin's words, the two little boys Li Feiyu and Han Li's eyes shone with fascination.

"You don't have to be disappointed. When the time comes, you can look for treasures from heaven and earth to replenish your spiritual roots. Once you have your spiritual roots, you can become an immortal." Yang Lin comforted.

This can be regarded as a way to encourage Li Feiyu to work hard, and it is not a lie to him. If he has the strength to kill level nine or even level ten monsters, he can completely refine a pill spirit root for Li Feiyu.

As for the method of cultivating spiritual roots, that can only be discussed later. There must be some hope in life, right?
Han Li, who was listening intently, felt envious in his heart after hearing Yang Lin's words. He envied Li Feiyu for having such a good master.

There was a look of hesitation on his face, and he walked up to me with some embarrassment and bowed and said, "Elder Yang, I wonder if you can show this disciple to see if he has any spiritual roots!"

(End of this chapter)