Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

307: Chapter 308 Lin Mo: Have I Become the Big Boss?”Seriously? He actually swallowed me?”

This was the last thought Lin Mo had before losing consciousness.

His vision went black, the sound of wind whistled in his ears, and his whole body felt as if it were falling into an abyss, plummeting straight down.

He tried to mobilize his immortal essence to stabilize his body, but discovered that his limbs and bones seemed to be shackled by some kind of force, and he couldn’t exert even a shred of strength.

Falling, an endless fall.

He did not know how much time had passed—perhaps a few breaths, perhaps several hours—before Lin Mo’s feet finally touched the ground.

No, it wasn’t the ground.

It was an indescribable texture, like stepping on clouds, or perhaps like stepping on water; it was soft, yet he didn’t sink into it.

Lin Mo opened his eyes.

The surroundings were no longer the beach of Biyou Island, but a gray, hazy space.

There was no sky, no ground, no wind, and no light, yet he could still see things.

This contradictory feeling left him somewhat dazed.

”Is this... inside the Blue-haired Lion’s belly?”

He looked down at himself; his hands and feet were intact, there were no wounds on his body, and his immortal essence had returned to normal.

It was just that the gray mist all around was pervasive, making it impossible to see far into the distance.

But not long after, the gray mist slowly dispersed, revealing the scene ahead.

It was a battlefield.

Corpses were strewn across the field, and blood flowed like a river.

Swords and blades were broken, and banners were tattered.

The air was thick with the stench of blood.

Seeing this, Lin Mo’s heart tightened, and a thought flashed through his mind: Could he have Transmigrated again?

On the other side of the battlefield, countless figures were slaughtering each other.

There were members of the Human Race, the Yao Race, Cultivators wearing Daoist robes, monks draped in kasayas, and those from the Demonic Path wreathed in Devilish Qi.

They were locked in a chaotic melee, unable to distinguish friend from foe; they slashed at anything alive and killed anyone weak.

Lin Mo had no time to think, because the slaughter on the battlefield was spreading toward him.

A Golden Immortal Cultivator, drenched in blood, discovered his presence and lunged at him with bloodshot eyes, a long blade held high in his hand.

”Kill!”

Lin Mo did not move.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to move, but that he discovered he couldn’t move again.

His body felt as if it had been nailed to the spot; he couldn’t even lift a single finger.

The long blade descended.

Lin Mo closed his eyes.

The blade did not strike him.

He opened his eyes and discovered that the Golden Immortal Cultivator had passed right through his body, as if passing through a phantom image.

Lin Mo looked down at himself, then looked around.

So, he had no physical form here; he was merely an observer.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately frowned again.

He hadn’t Transmigrated? He was in an illusion?

Since it was an illusion, why couldn’t it give him some sense of participation? What was the point of just watching?

Just as he was thinking this, the scene before his eyes changed abruptly once again.

Afterward, Lin Mo experienced layer upon layer of trials within the illusion.

There were choices to be made, trade-offs to consider, the discernment to judge people, the ability to judge situations, and interrogations that forced him to face his true heart.

Every stage pointed directly at his Heart-Nature and his bottom line, allowing for not even a shred of pretense.

He made his choices and bore the consequences.

After going through dozens of trials, the illusion finally collapsed.

The gray mist dissipated, and the light returned.

When Lin Mo came to his senses, he was already standing on the peak of a solitary mountain.

Cold wind rolled the clouds and mist around him, and standing before him was that massive Blue-haired Lion, its oppressive aura spreading heavily.

Lin Mo was slightly startled, but a moment later, his mind suddenly cleared, and he realized what had happened instantly.

So, everything he had experienced in the illusion was a trial set by this big shot.

The Blue-haired Lion looked down at Lin Mo; its golden pupils no longer held the scrutiny and amusement from before, but instead contained a touch of satisfaction.

”Not bad,” the Blue-haired Lion spoke, its voice still as low and rumbling as muffled thunder, but its tone was much gentler.

”Although your cultivation is only at the Golden Immortal stage, your Heart-Nature is stronger than many Immortal Kings.”

”I have seen all the choices you made in the illusion.”

”I have seen countless cowards who fear death, and I have also seen many who are righteous and awe-inspiring.”

”But someone like you, who knows how to preserve one’s life yet does not lack responsibility, is rarely seen.”

Lin Mo cupped his hands: ”Senior, you flatter me.”

The Blue-haired Lion shook its head: ”It is not flattery, but the truth. What the Tong Sect lacks right now is someone like you.”

It raised a front paw and slashed through the void.

Three beams of light flew from its claw tips and hovered in front of Lin Mo.

In the first beam of light was a simple, ancient jade plaque.

The jade plaque was entirely cyan-green; the character ’Tong’ was carved on the front, and the Daoist title of the Heavenly Venerable Xuanyuan was carved on the back.

The jade plaque exuded a faint aura of Heavenly Dao pressure; although not intense, it made one unable to help but feel awe.

The Blue-haired Lion said: ”This is the token of the Tong Sect Saint, crafted by the Heavenly Venerable Xuanyuan himself. With this token, no one in the Tong Sect will dare to disobey. Even an Immortal Emperor must bow their head upon seeing it.”

In the second beam of light was a bamboo scroll.

The bamboo scroll was densely packed with tiny, fly-head-sized script, and the words ’Tong Sect Secret Canon’ could be vaguely seen.

”This is the core Cultivation Technique Legacy of the Tong Sect, which cannot be obtained unless one is a Personal Disciple. I bestow it upon you today; I hope you Cultivate diligently and do not disgrace the name of the Tong Sect.”

In the third beam of light was a Storage Ring.

The ring was entirely pitch black, simple and unadorned.

”Inside are some Medicinal Pills, Spirit Stones, and Magic Treasures, enough for you to use for a while.”

”Additionally, I have already ordered people to capture your Master, Perfected Black Cloud, and imprison him within the Tong Sect’s Forbidden Ground.”

”Although there is no solid evidence of his collusion with the Yuan Sect, his actions of inciting Disciples to enter the world rashly and disregarding the lives of his sect members have already violated the sect rules. We will deal with him after further investigation.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo’s heart jolted, and he was immediately overjoyed.

Master was imprisoned? Then he would never have to worry about being led to his death!

The Blue-haired Lion seemed to see through his thoughts and snorted coldly: ”Don’t be happy too soon. Your Master may be imprisoned, but Biyou Island cannot be left without a manager. From today on, Biyou Island and all Tong Sect forces nearby shall be led by you.”

Lin Mo was stunned.

”Me? Lead?”

”What, is that a problem?” The Blue-haired Lion narrowed its eyes.

Lin Mo opened his mouth, wanting to say that he was only at the Middle Stage of the Golden Immortal realm; how could he possibly lead?

But he swallowed the words back.

It seemed this old lion really intended for him to be the leader.

Lin Mo took a deep breath and said: ”This Disciple accepts the order.”

The news spread, and within half a day, the entire Biyou Island was in an uproar.

The dozens of Disciples of Perfected Black Cloud gathered in the plaza, looking at each other in disbelief.

The managers of several subsidiary islands outside also rushed over; there were Immortal Kings and Immortal Emperors, all of them wearing complex expressions.

”A Junior at the Middle Stage of the Golden Immortal realm, on what grounds does he get to manage us?”

The speaker was a bearded Cultivator with the cultivation of the Early Stage of the Immortal King realm.

He was the island Master of a subsidiary island near Biyou Island.

He crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing Lin Mo with hostility.

”Among us, in terms of seniority or cultivation, who isn’t stronger than him? Has Senior Blue-haired Lion gone senile?”

An old man with white hair and beard standing nearby shook his head and whispered: ”Watch your tongue. Senior Blue-haired Lion is the Saint’s mount and has the cultivation of the Great Luo Unity Realm; how could he be senile? The old gentleman has his own reasons for doing this.”

The bearded Cultivator snorted coldly: ”Reasons? What reasons? Letting a Golden Immortal manage Immortal Kings? What kind of reason is that?”

Lin Mo stood in the center of the plaza, listening to the surrounding discussions with a calm expression.

He knew there would be those who were unconvinced.

At the Middle Stage of the Golden Immortal realm, in a place where Immortal Kings were everywhere, he was indeed not much to look at.

But he held the Saint’s token bestowed by the Blue-haired Lion in his hand, which was the true source of his power.

Lin Mo slowly raised his hand, lifting the cyan-green jade plaque above his head.

As soon as the jade plaque appeared, a faint aura of Heavenly Dao pressure spread out.

The expressions of the crowd changed, and the Disciples with lower cultivation immediately knelt on the ground; even those Immortal Kings had to lower their heads and bow.

The Tong Sect Saint’s token; to see the token is to see the Saint.

Unconvinced?

It is a Saint’s item; even if you are unconvinced, you must submit.

The bearded Cultivator’s face flushed red, his lips trembled a few times, but in the end, he did not say anything disrespectful.

He wasn’t afraid of Lin Mo; he was afraid of that jade plaque.

Although the Saint had been in seclusion for countless years, the lingering awe remained.

Whoever dared to be disrespectful to the Saint’s token was being disrespectful to the Saint.

The consequences of being disrespectful to the Saint were not something he, an Immortal King, could bear.

Lin Mo withdrew the jade plaque, looked around, his tone neither salty nor bland.

”Seniors, my cultivation is low, and I should not have taken on this heavy responsibility. But Senior Blue-haired Lion has given the order, and I dare not disobey. In the future, I hope you Seniors will offer much guidance.”

”Of course, if you Seniors are truly unconvinced, you can go and argue with Senior Blue-haired Lion.”

”As long as he rescinds the order, I will pack my bags and leave immediately; I will not linger.”

Everyone looked at each other, and no one replied.

Go and argue with the Blue-haired Lion? Wouldn’t that be seeking death?

Seeing that no one spoke further, Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around and walked toward the main hall of Biyou Island, silently calculating the arrangements for what was to come.

Master was imprisoned, Biyou Island was under his management, and he had a group of Immortal Kings and Immortal Emperors under him who refused to be managed; this mess was not easy to clean up.

But it was still better than following his Master to his death.

As he walked, Lin Mo silently said to the System in his heart.

”Old buddy, I’m counting on you from here on out.”