Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

300: Chapter 301 The Transmigrator of the Tong Sect, Golden Immortal Lin Mo!The Tong Sect Saint, Supreme Infinite Most Holy · Primordial Origin Celestial Venerable, has always practiced the philosophy of teaching without discrimination.

Regardless of one’s roots or status, as long as one is sincere toward the Dao, they may enter the Tong Sect to Cultivate.

This philosophy is unique within the Saint Realm, but it has also invited much criticism and exclusion.

Furthermore, through several previous Infinite Great Tribulations of Heaven and Earth, the Tong Sect bore the brunt, with Disciples suffering heavy casualties and the Daoist Legacy being repeatedly struck.

With the accumulation of tribulations over generations, the Tong Sect is no longer in its former Peak state.

It has fallen from a top-tier Sect in the Saint Realm to the second-tier.

Yet, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse.

The Tong Sect is, after all, a direct lineage of a Saint; its foundation is deep, far beyond what an ordinary Sect can compare to.

Immortal Kings are countless, and Immortal Emperors are not few, but only those who reach the Great Luo Unity Realm are true personal Disciples of the Saint.

Now that the great tribulation has risen again, the entire Tong Sect is eager to try.

Overseas in the Saint Realm, there is an immortal island.

The island is named Biyou, and it is an inconspicuous one among the thousands of islands of the Tong Sect.

Daoist temples are scattered across the island, Spiritual Qi is misty, and there are dozens of Golden Immortal Disciples governed by a Master in the Immortal King Realm.

On this day, inside the main hall of the Daoist temple, incense smoke swirled, and divine statues hung high.

In front of the statues, a middle-aged Cultivator stood with his hands behind his back, his expression fervent, his fists clenched, and his eyes like torches.

He wore a black-green Daoist robe with a golden silk belt around his waist, and his aura was profound and heavy; he was the person in charge of this island, an Elder of the Tong Sect in the Immortal King Realm—Perfected Black Cloud.

Dozens of Disciples sat kneeling in the hall, all with Golden Immortal cultivation, dressed neatly with respectful expressions.

Perfected Black Cloud looked around at the Disciples and spoke loudly.

”The Heaven and Earth Boundless Great Tribulation has begun; this is a great opportunity for the Tong Sect to rise again!”

”If the Tong Sect can win the final victory in such a tribulation, we will be the Hegemons of the Heavens in the next era! The Tong Sect must rise again and stand above all Sects in the Saint Realm!”

His voice echoed in the hall, carrying a sense of fanaticism.

Hearing this, the Disciples kneeling before him were all excited; some clenched their fists, some whispered, and some had eyes shining, as if they had already seen the day when the Tong Sect returned to its Peak and ten thousand Sects came to pay homage.

”We respectfully follow Master’s teachings!”

”May the Tong Sect prosper for ten thousand generations!”

Amidst the fervent voices, there was only one person with a deep frown.

That person knelt at the back of the Disciples, in an inconspicuous position.

He wore the standard Daoist robe of the Tong Sect, had a clean-cut face, but his aura was already at the Golden Immortal Middle Stage.

This person was named Lin Mo.

The name Lin Mo was also his name in his previous life.

In that life, he was an ordinary office worker, working nine to five, squeezing onto the subway, eating takeout, and playing games on weekends; his life was as plain as water.

One night, after working overtime until the early morning, he took a nap at his workstation; with a blink of an eye, he had Transmigrated to this world.

At the beginning of his Transmigration, he was excited for a while.

Golden Immortal! He was a Golden Immortal right from the start!

For other transmigrators, this starting point would be considered quite high.

Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul—all skipped, saving countless years of hard Cultivation.

But after the excitement faded, he discovered a cruel reality: he had no Golden Finger.

No System, no old grandpa, no check-ins, no lucky draws. Nothing at all.

All he had was a Golden Immortal cultivation, a set of Tong Sect Cultivation Techniques, and a head full of miscellaneous memories from his previous life.

What use could these memories have in this world?

Could calculus be used for Alchemy?

Could economics be used to Cultivate?