Curious, Ye Lin turned with his hands behind his back and walked toward the source of the sound. When he reached the courtyard, he saw Ye Buqu drenched in sweat, striking the wooden post before him.
For some reason—perhaps because heaven and earth had been unsealed—his cultivation had suddenly broken through to the third level of Qi Refining. This delighted him greatly, and he had begun training early in the morning.
"Fifteen years, and only the third level of Qi Refining. Have you been cultivating like this all along?"
At that moment, Ye Lin's voice rang out. Ye Buqu, who had been training diligently, immediately turned toward the gate and saw Ye Lin walking toward him with his hands behind his back.
"This disciple greets Master."
Seeing Ye Lin, Ye Buqu did not dare be careless. He hurried before Ye Lin, clasped his fists, and bowed deeply.
"For the past fifteen years, have you always trained like this?"
Ye Lin frowned as he looked at the wooden post stained with blood. Then, with a light flick of his finger, he severed the post—made from a hundred-thousand-year-old yellow pear tree—into two.
One had to know that even great cultivators of the Nascent Soul Realm could not damage such a wooden post in the slightest. Taiyuan had gone to great lengths to find it for his junior brother.
"Yes."
Faced with Ye Lin's question, Ye Buqu could only nod obediently.
"Are you practicing martial arts, or cultivating immortality?"
Ye Lin asked with a frown. Ye Buqu's method of cultivation was entirely the sort of training used by mortal martial artists in the secular world.
Sleeping by night and rising by day, striking wooden posts, tempering the body.
"Cultivating immortality," Ye Buqu said softly.
"If you train like this, not only will your