What should we do next?
Lin Yi pondered to himself that his cultivation had reached a bottleneck. The Five Primordial Qi of the Innate Realm circulated within his body, but he was still unable to break through that invisible barrier.
To achieve a successful breakthrough, one must cultivate the Five Elements internally and nurture the Five Virtues externally. Both internal and external cultivation are essential and must complement each other.
Lin Yi closed his eyes slightly, communicating with the Gate to the Other Shore through his mind. He needed a world suitable for collecting the Five Virtues Qi for cultivation. And this process was destined to be extraordinary.
"The power ceiling of the new world can't be too high, otherwise it's easy to capsize. At the same time, there should be a certain foundation. Starting everything from scratch is too time-consuming and energy-intensive. I don't have that much time and energy..."
Imprints of many worlds appeared on the Gate to the Other Shore. After identifying several targets, Lin Yi did not rush to make a choice.
He needs more time to thoroughly refine his cultivation so that he can achieve a breakthrough naturally when the time is right.
This step requires time to settle and ultimately give birth to the hope of life's sublimation.
A month later, as cultivators flocked to Dingyang City from the Hundred Flowers Blessed Land, they gradually left.
Lin Yi also left Lingzhou and headed south.
The world is so big, we should go out and see more of it.
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Jinzhou has been known as the "Land of Brocade" since ancient times. Its picturesque landscapes are more beautiful than a fairyland, making people linger and forget to leave. It is comparable to the two most famous prefectures in the south, Xiao and Xiang.
Jinzhou is not only known for its beautiful lakes and mountains, but also for the many literary figures who have left behind numerous memorable works.
In addition, there are stunningly beautiful women. The women of Jinzhou are graceful, elegant, and refined. Since ancient times, stories of talented men and beautiful women have been passed down through the ages.
Lin Yi has now set foot in Jinzhou.
Having traveled thousands of miles and witnessed the local customs and traditions, I have gained much along the way.
Rumble!
A thunderclap suddenly erupted, echoing between heaven and earth, followed by a continuous rumble. The muffled thunder's notes rolled on and on like a torrent of water, unending.
Thick, dark clouds, seemingly painted with ink, drifted in from the horizon. Within these dark clouds, arcs of electricity exploded, weaving together into dense electric grids. One moment the sun was shining brightly, and the next, the sky turned pitch black.
Click!
Accompanied by a flash of lightning that ripped through the sky, raindrops the size of beans poured down.
Lin Yi quickened his pace and soon entered a town ahead, where he found a restaurant to take shelter from the wind and rain.
Although this kind of weather doesn't affect him much, it's still not something people like.
"Please come upstairs, sir," the waiter greeted them warmly. There were quite a few customers on the first floor, most of whom had come in temporarily to take shelter from the rain.
Lin Yi nodded and walked towards the second floor.
There weren't many people on the second floor, so Lin Yi chose a table by the window to sit down.
The waiter served hot tea and then left.
Gently stroking the teacup in his hand, Lin Yi turned to look at the heavy rain outside the window, which created a unique atmosphere.
People inside and outside the building have different mindsets because of their different positions.
That's just human nature.
Lin Yi smiled slightly. Human hearts are ever-changing, but the Dao heart remains steadfast. This subtle relationship between change and constancy is the key to achieving a superior-grade elixir. As for how to grasp it, that depends entirely on the individual.
This rain came quickly and went quickly.
Before long, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sun shone brightly on the earth again. Although the rain had not yet stopped, people couldn't help but feel happy.
After a while, the rain finally stopped. Lin Yi casually placed some money for tea on the table and went downstairs to leave.
In the Tongde Hall of the Pucheng Academy.
Lin Yi's gaze swept across the ranking list and he saw a rather interesting merit-based quest. The magistrate's house in this area was haunted, and he was seeking help from passing cultivators.
The head of the community here is an elderly second-tier cultivator from the farming family among the Hundred Schools of Thought. He is powerless to deal with such supernatural matters.
After making a few inquiries, Lin Yi learned that the county magistrate was newly appointed. He saw that a house in the county was empty, so he bought it and moved in with his family.
Unexpectedly, from then on, their home was plagued by unrest. Later, they learned that the house was inherently haunted.
The new magistrate's upright character could not subdue the evil spirits, so he had to seek help from the Hundred Schools of Thought.
Unfortunately, Pu County is a relatively remote county, and there are not many cultivators who have passed through it. A few people who have been there have ended up with a humiliating experience.
Lin Yi took out his identity jade talisman and waved it to accept the mission.
The magistrate of Pu County was a refined-looking middle-aged scholar named Xu Hong. He was very welcoming to Lin Yi's arrival.
This official was honest and upright; otherwise, he wouldn't have bought such a cheap house. Therefore, the merit from this mission wasn't much, and that wasn't what Lin Yi cared about. He bowed and said, "May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings; Magistrate Xu greets you."
"Please come in quickly, Taoist Master," Xu Hong said.
The two arrived at the backyard, and Xu Hong said, "I'll leave everything to you, Daoist Master."
"Magistrate Xu, please go ahead with your work. I'll keep watch tonight," Lin Yi readily agreed.
As night fell, a mournful song began to play, its melody carrying an unspeakable sorrow that lingered and never faded.
"Come out." Lin Yi's gaze fell on a dry well in the courtyard, and he said, "If you hadn't managed to kill no one several times, I would have made your spirit vanish during the day."