Senior Brother, yes you're right! - Chapter 2

“Senior Brother!”

A nearby disciple finally reacted as he screamed in shock.

He swiftly formed hand seals, conjuring a green light that shot towards Song Yin. With a quick movement of his fingers, a green mark sprayed out from his hand, hitting Song Yin.

Direct hit!

The disciple smirked; this green mark was concocted from several poisonous substances. Once it hit, it could rot a person’s body like fire poison.

Boom!

But before he could celebrate, a massive fist burst out from the green mark, slamming into his forehead with force. He was sent flying several meters away, crashing to the ground like a rag doll.

A large dent appeared on his skull, with blood and brain matter oozing out.

It seemed he was no longer alive.

Within the green mark, the white qi exploded, dispersing it into the air. The white qi rose, causing Song Yin’s hair to flutter as anger surged within him.

“Another evil person!”

Song Yin gritted his teeth and glared at the person he was holding. “Who are you? Speak quickly!”

He had finally become immortal and joined a good sect. He was looking forward to fighting demons with his new friends.

But why was there evil here?

It felt like a slap to his master’s face!

Crack…

At this moment, the person in his grasp struggled wildly, accidentally brushing against Song Yin’s buttocks.

“Ah!”

Song Yin’s eyebrows furrowed, a thunderous roar erupted from his throat, and the veins in his arms bulged as he flung the person downward.

Boom!

The blue stone slab shattered, sending sharp fragments flying in all directions. Several sharp pieces narrowly missed nearby disciples, grazing their hair and cheeks.

This terrifying scene left everyone speechless, trembling with fear as they watched this ferocious display.

“Stop!”

In the distance, a voice sounded.

Song Yin turned to look and saw his master staring at him blankly. His eyes narrowed. “Master, did you ask me to stop?”

Then he suddenly realized something and glanced around.

The dilapidated buildings resembling ruins more than a sect, disciples trembling in panic…

“Something’s not right here…”

Song Yin’s face darkened, and he said to Master Jin Guang, “Master, you’re deceiving me, aren’t you…”

As these words came out, Jin Guang’s face changed abruptly.

‘What a failure. I didn’t expect to fail at this step.’

He formed hand seals with a grim expression. “It’s too late for you to know now…”

“Although the Golden Immortal Sect is righteous, it’s not as powerful as you said, is it? It’s just a small sect, isn’t it, Master!”

Song Yin smiled confidently.

Everything became clear.

This was just a small sect, maybe even a site that the master had found and built. The disciples were weak, otherwise, why would they panic so much when encountering the evil path? They probably hadn’t been on the mountain for long.

This also explained why the master hadn’t brought him up the mountain yet. All those excuses about impurities preventing him from going up the mountain were just pretexts. His master was afraid that he would despise this run-down sect and run away.

But… how could he, Song Yin, be that kind of person!

Song Yin’s expression softened. “It’s okay, Master. You don’t need to hide this from me. Since I’ve joined the Golden Immortal Sect, I will surely live up to your expectations and make the sect flourish!”

“Ah, yes…”

Jin Guang’s hand loosened, and he glanced at the disciple lying half-dead in the pit, then at Song Yin, whom he had nurtured for two months, and instantly made a decision.

He smiled. “I can’t hide it from you, my disciple. There are indeed some grievances. It’s my fault. I was too careless and allowed the followers of the evil path to enter the sect. I almost harmed my own disciples.”

Song Yin turned to look at the evil path person in the pit. Seeing that he was running out of breath, he clenched his fist again. “Indeed, the evil path is too rampant!”

He raised his fist high, surrounded by white qi, and brought it down heavily.

“Stop!”

Boom!

The shattered stones dispersed into a cloud of dust, and the shockwave blew nearby disciples’ robes, leaving them pale-faced.

As the dust settled, Zhao Yuanhua’s chest had been punched with a large hole, and he was no longer alive.

Song Yin turned his head and found his master standing beside him, in a posture as if he was about to grab something, not knowing what he wanted to do.

“Master, what do you mean by ‘stop’?”

Jingguang appeared visibly dazed for a moment. He took a deep breath and glanced again at the disciple lying lifeless in the pit.

With a forced smile on his stiff face, he said, “Don’t… don’t hold back.”

Song Yin frowned, then glanced at the corpse with concern. “Master, I’ve heard that practitioners of the evil path have some special techniques. Could he abandon his physical body and escape?”

“Abandon his physical body?”

Jingguang twitched his lips. He also wanted to learn that kind of technique. Not only was it rare, but it also had nothing to do with the Qi refining realm.

“Don’t worry… he can’t die again.” Jingguang gritted his teeth.

Song Yin nodded with a smile, then turned to the green python lying on the ground. “Miss, are you okay?”

The plump woman lying on the ground shook her head as if waking from a dream, her eyes bewildered. She glanced at Song Yin, who was staring at her intently, subconsciously clutching the hem of her green robe tightly. Like a snake coiling in its clothes, she dragged her feet backward.

“Evil path disciple! What do you want!”

Before she could finish her sentence, a glint flashed in Jin Guang’s eyes. His finger, which hadn’t completely relaxed, pointed subtly at her. The woman in the green robe suddenly froze, as if bound by something.

Patiently, Song Yin said, “Miss, I understand you’re frightened, but I’m not from the evil path, I’m from the righteous path!”

The woman in the green robe couldn’t speak; only her eyes darted around in confusion.

Jin Guang calmly explained, “She’s suffering from heart palpitations due to anxiety. In addition, she is unable to move due to the spell cast by this evil path disciple. That’s why she can’t move. Don’t worry, I’ve already cast a spell as well. She just needs some rest, and she’ll be fine.”

“Ah, I see. Miss, you’re safe now!” Song Yin said, realizing.

Upon hearing this, the woman’s eyes rolled even more vigorously, seemingly filled with anger.

Song Yin caught this expression and reassured her, “Miss, I know you’re anxious, but there’s no need to be. Take a rest first, and we’ll talk more later. We, the Golden Immortal Sect, are a righteous sect.”

“That’s right.”

Jin Guang smiled and said, “The Golden Immortal Sect is indeed a ‘righteous sect,’ and you’ll be very safe here. Someone, help her to rest…”

No one responded.

The nearby disciples, seemingly frozen in place, looked terrified, their gazes shifting between Song Yin and the deceased Zhao Yuanhua, too frightened to approach.

“Can no one hear me?” Jin Guang’s face darkened suddenly as he looked towards the nearest disciple.

The disciple’s heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head, but his feet remained rooted in place.

Jing Guang sighed helplessly and whispered, “He’s a new disciple I recently took in. He’s been consuming the ‘Great Medicine Pills’ outside for a while now and has just returned to the sect, ready to start.”

As these words came out, around ten disciples looked up in unison, their expressions filled with horror.

This ferocious person… is a human pill?!

Song Yin bowed to them, revealing a grin with his white teeth. “I am Song Yin, a newly recruited disciple of the Golden Immortal Sect. I look forward to learning from all of you seniors in the future!”

Still, no one responded. The disciples all turned away, avoiding eye contact with Song Yin.

“Alright, that’s enough. My disciple, come with me to the pill room. I can’t wait to let you officially join us!” Jin Guang grabbed Song Yin’s wrist again and led him towards the pill room.

As Jin Guang and Song Yin departed, the other disciples felt like they had been granted amnesty, their bodies collapsed one by one as if they could barely stand.

“That scared me! I thought I was going to die…”

“No, what’s with that murderer? He’s even a human pill?”

“I’ve never seen such a human pill before. It’s terrifying, Senior Brother… Wait, Senior Brother!”

“Senior Brother is gone!”

The disciples were in a state of confusion and chaos.

***

“My disciple, how did you cultivate?” After walking for a while, Jin Guang couldn’t help but ask.

“What do you mean, how did I cultivate?” Song Yin was puzzled.

“I mean… well, the evil path you just faced had some strength after all. How did you defeat him, and what was that white energy you emitted?”

Upon reflection, Jin Guang remembered that when Song Yin started fighting earlier, the white energy emanating from him caused even his own Qi to tremble, as if he had encountered some natural enemy.

How could an ordinary person achieve such a level?

Jin Guang even suspected if this person was a disciple from some major sect, sent here to eradicate demons and uphold righteousness in the Golden Immortal Sect.

But upon further thought, it seemed unlikely.

Jingguang was certain that when he encountered Song Yin, this fellow was truly just an ordinary person, and who would come to this desolate place like the Golden Immortal sect?

There were no signs of Qi cultivation within his body; he had neither the Qi of pure physical agitation nor the remnants of cultivation. Yet, even so, it puzzled Jin Guang.

“Master you taught me this,” Song Yin said.

“I taught you?”

Jin Guang was stunned by the question. Besides teaching him a method to absorb large medicinal pills over the past two months, he hadn’t taught him anything else.

“Yes, Master, those methods you taught me were superficial, so it’s understandable if you don’t remember. You mentioned going from turbid to clear, and achieving wholeness like unity, which could lead to reaching the Innate Realm. So, you passed down a set of body refining techniques to me.”

Song Yin smiled brightly. “I thought to myself, with my potential, entering the Innate Realm is just a matter of time.”

“You thought?” Jin Guang was taken aback.

“Did I say that?”

Suddenly, he remembered.

He did say it!

At that time, this kid was so excited and absorbed the medicinal pills so quickly that he casually threw him two sets of body techniques to prevent him from running around. Then, he tossed out a few words of encouragement and left him to it.

He did mention something about the ‘Innate Realm,’ but…

That was a lie!

He made it up on the spot. Such a thing didn’t even exist as a technique. If there were a technique that could make an ordinary person so powerful, wouldn’t he have practiced it himself long ago?

Moreover, even if it were a martial artist from the mortal world, they wouldn’t stand a chance against a Qi cultivator. And on top of that, the one he fought was his senior disciple!

“Could it be that his talent is truly exceptional?”

This thought only lingered in Jin Guang’s mind for a moment before he dismissed it.

Even if his talent was exceptional, it couldn’t create something out of nothing. Jin Guang had never heard of the “Innate Realm” from the books he’d read.

Besides, he had already lost a senior disciple. Even if Song Yin were the reincarnation of one of the Four Great Heavenly Kings, Jin Guang would still proceed with his foundation building!

Jin Guang swiftly led Song Yin towards the main hall. As soon as they entered, Song Yin furrowed his brow.

The interior of the building was even more dilapidated than the exterior, covered in dust. The pillars supporting the main hall were ragged, some even broken and lying on the ground.

Strange insects nested in the broken parts, and cobwebs filled the corners of the hall.

In the center stood a statue wearing a Daoist robe, with a human lower body but a pair of wings protruding from the upper body, extending to the left and right sides of the hall. The upper torso and arms were missing, leaving only a torso with no discernible features.

The statue bore numerous scars, as if it had been hacked by sharp weapons. Song Yin even noticed a huge claw mark on its abdomen.

It didn’t look like a human statue…

As he waited for his master to push open the door to the side hall, Song Yin’s brow furrowed even deeper, and his eyes momentarily contracted.

The construction of the pill room was still dilapidated, with the ground covered in dust and several rows of old medicine shelves on the walls, holding various herbs and ingredients.

There were unfamiliar green leaves, yellow flowers, vines, red roots, and stems. Some familiar ones like ginseng were also present. However, on one of the shelves, he saw well-preserved organs, human skulls, and… the remains of infants!

In the center stood a newly built giant furnace, seemingly made of brass, with three legs and cloud patterns engraved on it. It was divided into two layers: the lower layer resembled a regular cauldron, while the upper layer resembled a pagoda, taller on top like a steaming basket that could fit a person inside.

“My disciple, today I will officially take you in!”

Jin Guang turned around and his eyes gleamed with a mysterious light.