Chapter eight dash a young woman's birthday. So a six severings yin corpse appeared
within Mother ghost Ridge. That means there's got to be an inauspicious yin spirit
vein hidden there. That's the only way the ghost there could undergo corpse transformation,
slough off their old forms and becomes six severings yin corpses. Even in
the nine provinces of the wilds, yin aligned spirit veins are rare and unusual,
Yet one appeared within the territory of the spiritually barren Great Zoo. It's
practically a miracle. As su Ye pondered, he walked towards Gwangling City along
the banks of the Great Azure. The third realm of the Marshal Tao is
the inner furnace. If I use a yin aligned spirit vain to temper my
internal organs, I'll achieve twice the results for half the work. That aside,
Mother ghost Ridge has six yin grass and extreme flowers. Those are precious
medicines for inner furnace realm cultivators. Once I've reached the pinnacle of the blood
circulation realm, I'll have to go in and take a look around. Sue
Ye made up his mind. He'd left his chance encounter with the shouty Ank
and Zijen with an ample harvest. Ten thousand tools of silver was enough to
purchase the medicines he needed to temper his body. At the same time,
he'd entuded some enormously valuable intelligence regarding Mother ghost Ridge, such as the presence
of an inauspicious gyin spirit vain. When sue Ye arrived at Gwangling City,
he saw the city lords guards garrisoned outside its gates. They were fully armored,
and they looked stern, vigorous, and fully capable. Before the guards,
another group of the city's higher ups had gathered, all of them of
extraordinary bearing. They were clearly a long accustomed to power. Ordinary experts of
the Marshal Dao couldn't compare with them at all. Such a grand military formation
was a rare sight in Gwangling City. The citizens passing through the gates work
without exception, both curious and odd. The sound of discussion filled the air.
The city lord is here, and he even despatched his old guard.
What's all this for? Ah? So that city Lord Fushan and his old
guard. Su Ye was inwardly curious too, but he couldn't be bothered to
ask around. He went straight for the gates and walked inside. He could
dimly discern the sound of the gathered expert's laughter and conversation emanating from behind him.
Look, isn't that the wind families liven Son in law sue Ye,
he was once the sword chief of Blue, a river sword manner's outer sect,
A rare genius. It's really a pity, a pity way I see
it. If you want to pity someone, it ought to be Wenlings.
How I've never seen such immense talent for the Marshal dow in all my life,
and her good looks are one in ten thousand. Despite all that she
married su Ye, of all people. What a tragedy, sue Ye laughed,
but he wasn't the least bit concerned. He quickly disappeared into the bustling
city streets. Not long after, shouty Ank and Zign appeared away as beyond
the city gates. At almost the same time, the lord of Gwangling City,
Fushan, stepped forward and bowed in solemn greeting, his voice booming through
the clouds, Your humble subordinate, Fushan greets you, Marquis, Greetings,
Lady Spirit Jade. The experts and higher ups behind Fushan, as well as
his entire team of elite armed guards, quivered and repeated the greeting, Greetings,
Marquis, Greetings, Lady Spirit Jade. Suddenly the city gates fell silent.
It was so still and quiet, not even the birds chirped. The
flow of citizens passing through the gates sunk into terrified silence. Shouty Anks stood
a short distance away, his hands behind his back and his eyes closed.
He unconsciously emanated an air of authority. This was the bearing of one long
accustomed to power. Turning our attention to Zijen, she stood with her back
straight. Her figure was still tall and slender, and her egg shaped face
was still peerlessly beautiful, but she had a reserved, honorable bearing, as
if she were a thousand miles away and unapproachable. Fushan, I haven't been
a marquis for a long time. Have the others step back, don't disturb
the populace. Shoutienk furled his brow. Yes, Sir, City Lord fu
Shan agreed, then waved to the others. The city's major powers and the
old Guard left right away, not daring to delay, Uncle Fu, I'll
have to trouble you together the medicinal ingredients listed on this recipe. Remember we
need enough for seven days. Also, please prepare a secluded room for my
grandfather and I somewhere we won't be disturbed. Zijn stepped forward and handed Fushan
su Ye's prescription. Princess, your subordinate shall carry out your orders with the
utmost precision. City Lord Fu Shan solemnly cupped his fist and bowed sh'outi aenk
nodded but said no more. He and Zijin proceeded through the city gates.
Fu Shan hurriedly followed them. Only when they'd all left in the citizens near
the gates come to their senses, as if awakening from a dream. Immediately
afterward, they broke into fervent discussion. Fu Shan was the lord of Gwangling
City, its highest authority figure. Even Gwangling City's three great clans had to
treat him with respect. Yet now, right before their very eyes, he'd
treated an old man and young woman with the utmost respect, heeding their every
command. Witnessing this broadened the citizen's horizons, and they busily speculated at shout
he Anch and Zijin's identities. The When family sue Ye sat in a tub
within his chambers, his eyes were shut, and with every breath, a
faint wisp of white gas wound around him, like a snake flicking its tongue
to a fantastical rhythm. This was the pine and crane body refining arts breathing
technique. The bathtub contained a hot medicinal bath, a mixture of over fifty
different herbs and grasses heated for four hours. These medicinal herbs weren't spiritual medicines
in the eyes of cultivators, yet every last one was exceedingly valuable. They
were worth five hundred tolls of silver in total. In Gwangling City, a
common family's annual expenses amounted to around a dozen tills at most. This was
the origin of the saying the porpoises scholarship the wealthy martial arts. Only the
wealthy were qualified to cultivate the martial Tao. Even if a commoner wanted to
cultivate, they couldn't possibly bear the necessary expenditures. Even though the Wehn family
was one of Gwangling cities three great clans and even though they boasted over a
thousand members, only a select few were qualified to cultivate the Marshal Tao from
a young age. There was nothing for it. Cultivating was just too expensive.
Ordinary warriors took supplements to meet their body's needs on a daily basis.
They needed to purchase all sorts of medicines to further their cultivations, and even
entering an academy to cultivate represented an enormous expense. Ordinary families simply couldn't afford
it. It was the same throughout the Great Zoo. Time flowed by,
and soon the sun cast slanted shadows from the west. So Ye had spent
a full six hours in meditation. Two straight streams of gas, like pristine
white silk, shot from his nostrils. The streams of gas were like arrows.
They shot ahead three feet, cutting through the air like knives, with
a faint rumbling reminiscent of thunder. His breathing was silken, yet it boomed
like thunder. This distinctive effect was as the result of circulating your key throughout
your body until it boiled. It was then that sue Ye opened his eyes.
A flash of brilliance in the depths of his profound gaze, like the
edge of a knife or a crackle of electricity. It flickered briefly, then
disappeared to day. I spent the morning breathing in the spiritual energy along the
banks of the great Azure, and the afternoon refining my body in a medicinal
bath. Less than a day has passed, but my foundations within the blood
circulation realm are already completely solid. Sue Ye got out of the bath tub,
put on his clothes, and walked into the courtyard. The sun was
setting, casting a layer of gentle light over the jujub trees of the garden.
Sue Ye stood firmly in place, sensing the power of his ample blood
and key. Suddenly, he stretched out his finger and stabbed it into the
branch of the near tree. Wham, the entire branch shattered into powder.
Strangely, the branches green leaves floated to the ground completely intact. Su Ye
relaxed his finger and nodded to himself. In the beginning stages of the martial
dow cultivators refined their physiques. Blood and key battles, however, were a
display of both raw power and control. Powerful warriors could stick a spear right
through a date still on the tree, one stab one fruit. They could
stab a fly without leaving a mark on the wall below. This was an
exquisite application of power. Su Yi's finger attack was yet another example. His
movement seemed ordinary, but he struck like an arrow loosed from a bow or
a sudden crack of lightning. His fingers shattered the branch with incredible ease,
yet left the britain fragile leaves completely intact. This represented a superb level of
refined control. But then, in his past life, a single finger could
split an ocean, and a wave of his sleeves could sever mountains. By
comparison, shuddering a branch was nothing but a parlor trick. For the next
few days, sue Ye left the city to cultivate along the river bank every
morning and spent his evenings soaking in a medicinal bath to refine his physique.
His physical power underwent an earth shaking transformation during this time. His younger sister
in law, when ling Zu, returned to Pinacloud sword manner. Just before
she left, she specifically reminded su Ye that she'd be turning sixteen in just
a few days, and that she hoped he'd participate in the festivities. Sue
Ye agreed without hesitation the peak of the early stage blood circulation realm that morning,
as Suyi left the banks of the Great Azure, he sensed his body's
changes despite himself. A satisfied grin tugged at the corners of his lips.
The pine and crane body refining technique really was the number one foundational technique of
the nine provinces of the Wilds.