Chronicles of the Green Vine: A Mortal’s Path to Immortality

"That's right! I see that your body is special and happens to be useful to me. Originally, that matter was to be completed by a kid named Guo. However, that trash died in your hands, so you can do it. Besides, your body is parasitized by a ghost vine, which makes it even more suitable."

"The White Bone Beast Claw is in your hands, right? Take it out."

Zhang Ling's heart sank. From the moment the old man took the surprisingly heavy jade bottle, he had guessed that this person's descendants had also entered the Burning Flame Valley. The most likely one was the black-robed cultivator he had killed with the talisman treasure.

Now, hearing the old man mention the White Bone Beast Claw, there was no doubt in his mind. He grabbed a storage bag from the ground and took out that top-grade magic weapon, the White Bone Beast Claw.

With a wave of his hand, the old man took the magic weapon. Then, he pointed at the storage bag in Zhang Ling's hand, and the storage bag flew into his hand.

With a whoosh, the old man turned the bag upside down, and magic weapons, spirit stones, and other items fell to the ground.

"Hehe, not bad wealth."

The silver-haired old man scanned the items on the ground with his divine sense and chuckled. With his powerful divine sense, he immediately recognized the value of the items on the ground.

But then he shook his head and stopped paying attention to the things at his feet.

"I am the Foreign Affairs Elder of the Haoyuan Sect. You will join the Haoyuan Sect tomorrow and return to the sect with me. As long as you help me complete the secret technique, I will naturally remove the Soul Devouring Insect from your soul. I will also give you some guidance, and it is not impossible for you to quickly break through to the Foundation Establishment stage."

The silver-haired old man gave Zhang Ling some instructions and left his cave.

After this person left, Zhang Ling sat cross-legged. In his sea of ​​consciousness, the black spot transformed from the Soul Devouring Insect floated motionless.

He activated his divine sense and tried several methods, but the Soul Devouring Insect remained motionless. On the contrary, most of the divine sense that approached it would be devoured. It seemed that he could only listen to the old man for now.

Damn it!

Zhang Ling cursed the old man's ruthlessness in his heart. Half a day ago, he was still looking forward to a good life after joining the sect, but in a blink of an eye, his life and death were controlled by someone.

This kind of gap made him want to die.

Looking at the pile of things on the ground, this storage bag was used to store his commonly used items such as magic weapons and spirit talismans. The most valuable among them were a few top-grade magic weapons.

The silver-haired old man didn't seem to like these things. He didn't seem to be interested in checking his other storage bags either.

Zhang Ling couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Another storage bag contained several things he valued most, such as black paper and gold foil.

These things were very special. If this person saw them, it would be hard to say whether he would spare his life.

He touched a black cloth belt around his waist. This was his belt, but there was a small bulge in it. The mysterious yellow bead was placed inside, which was his greatest reliance.

Zhang Ling collected the things on the ground, took out a healing pill, and swallowed it.

Now, the spiritual power in his body was紊乱, and most of his blood was absorbed by the strange vine, causing serious damage. If he didn't heal, he would damage his foundation.

Several hours later, a white message talisman flew into the cave. Zhang Ling checked it.

It was a message talisman from Mu Xiaoyan, saying that she was preparing to join the Beast Controlling Sect of Yuanfeng Kingdom. She asked which sect he would join.

Zhang Ling thought for a while and also sent a message talisman in reply.

He didn't go to find Old Mu and the others. His current situation was special, and he could hardly protect himself. His life and death were in the hands of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Old Mu was only a Qi Refining cultivator and couldn't help him.

Several hours later, Zhang Ling dealt with his injuries, closed the cave, and went to the inner city to return the cave's restriction token to a deacon of Falling Star City.

Then, he headed towards the City Lord's Mansion. Looking at the scattered cultivators hurrying past on the street, today he was leaving Falling Star City, where he had lived for several years.

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Inside an antique room, Zhang Ling stood quietly below. In front of him were five cultivators wearing uniform yellow robes, looking at him with different expressions.

"Zhang Ling, three spiritual roots of earth, metal, and water, foundation cultivation of Qi Refining tenth level. The information is correct. You have come here to join my Haoyuan Sect."

An old man with silver hair looked at him and said in a muffled voice. His voice was loud and resounded throughout the room.

Zhang Ling's body stiffened and he blurted out, "Junior Zhang Ling has sincerely decided to join the Haoyuan Sect."

"What is your origin? Have you joined other immortal cultivation sects?"

"Junior was born in Baishi Town, Qingshan County, Cangyun Kingdom, and has not joined other sects."

After asking a few questions, the old man exchanged glances with the others and nodded, saying, "This is your identity jade token. From this moment on, you are a disciple of my Haoyuan Sect. Keep it well."

After the old man finished speaking, Zhang Ling's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he regained his expression. He thought to himself, he didn't know what secret technique was used just now, but he had unconsciously spoken out his origin and background.

This kind of weird secret technique was hard to guard against.

"Thank you, senior."

Zhang Ling respectfully bowed to the others and took his identity plate, but in the moment he lowered his head, he intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the silver-haired old man who had asked the question, and sneered in his heart.

This old man really knows how to pretend!

This person was the silver-haired old man who appeared in his cave last night. He didn't expect to be here too, and he was still in charge of receiving loose cultivators in Haoyuan Sect.

"Boy, I see you have gained a lot in Burning Flame Valley and have some opportunities. Would you like to become my disciple?" Zhang Ling was about to leave after putting away the jade plate, but the silver-haired old man suddenly asked him.

"Why did Senior Brother Wei suddenly have the thought of accepting a disciple?" A bald middle-aged man next to him immediately looked at the silver-haired old man in surprise.

"What? Does Junior Brother Sun have an opinion? Could it be that he has also taken a fancy to this kid?" The silver-haired old man turned his head to look at the bald man with a smile.

"Senior brother is joking, junior brother's quota has long been used up. It's just that senior brother has not had any disciples for many years, and I didn't expect to be interested in this child from a loose cultivator background." The bald cultivator looked at Zhang Ling as if he had thought of something, and laughed loudly.

"What about loose cultivators? I was also born as a loose cultivator. I can't compare to Junior Brother Sun who has a family, so I naturally have to find a disciple to inherit."

"Then we have to congratulate Senior Brother Wei for finding a good disciple."

The bald cultivator said in a strange tone.

"Alright, two senior brothers. We still have tasks to do, don't lose your dignity in front of the younger generation." The only female cultivator among the five suddenly spoke.

"Haha, what junior sister said is right."

"Boy, how have you considered it?" The silver-haired old man didn't take it seriously, and turned to look at Zhang Ling again and asked.

"Senior is kind, Zhang Ling pays respects to his master."

Zhang Ling looked at the few Foundation Establishment stage cultivators arguing, and a strange look appeared on his face. However, the silver-haired old man had already spoken, and he could only follow this person's wishes. After all, his little life was now in this person's hands.

Whether to become a disciple or not seemed to make no difference to him.

"Okay, you go down first, and return to the sect with your teacher later."

Zhang Ling bowed to the old man and the others, and then retreated from the room. Then, he was taken by a Qi Refining disciple of the Haoyuan Sect to a partial hall not far away.

The hall was very empty, and there were only dozens of yellow cloth futons on the ground. There were already seven cultivators. There were men and women, and they were mostly in their thirties. They were also loose cultivators who joined the Haoyuan Sect.

His arrival attracted the attention of a few people, but they only glanced at him and stopped paying attention.

These people were all loose cultivators, five of them were at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and two were at the eleventh level. He was the lowest, with the tenth level of cultivation.

Zhang Ling casually found a futon and sat cross-legged, sorting out the spiritual power in his body. Half a day had passed, but his injuries had not recovered, but they were no longer serious.

It would take a month or two to fully recover. And he was not the only one who was injured, there were two others in the hall who were as pale as him.

They had just come out of the Burning Flame Valley, and they all had some injuries more or less. Therefore, it would not attract the attention of other cultivators.

In the blink of an eye, two hours had passed. Until after noon, Zhang Ling and the thirteen loose cultivators, led by a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, boarded a huge green flying ship.

In addition to the newly joined loose cultivators, there were also twenty-odd Haoyuan Sect disciples. These people did not look kindly at them.

The newly joined loose cultivators and the original disciples of the sect were divided into two sides, which were clearly distinct. During this period, two loose cultivators came to talk to him, seemingly wanting to make friends.

Zhang Ling just casually dealt with a few words, his mind was no longer on these small things, how to survive was what he had to consider. He didn't believe that the silver-haired old man would really let him go.

In such a mood, the green flying ship headed towards the Haoyuan Sect.

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