Yang Jian's injuries were not serious. After circulating the Eight Nine Arcane Art for a few days, he had completely recovered.
He did not rest for the entire night and continued his journey at full speed.
When he descended the mountain, he turned around and looked into the distance. He had made up his mind!
He would definitely make another trip to the Ping Tian Sword Sect in the future!
At that time, Yang Jian would definitely look for the Green Ripple Peak Master and return the humiliation he suffered today to make up for the lack of regrets in his mind!
That fairy ignored the life and death of others. How ruthless was she? She really wanted to kill him at that time!
What is the beauty and bones of the dead? Even if she was ten times or a hundred times more beautiful, Yang Jian might still destroy her in the future!
Of course, he could not say this now. Yang Jian was not strong enough, so he could only bear with it silently.
If he could not even bear with it, how could he, Yang Jian, become a Sage with his physical body?
Before leaving the territory of the Ping Tian Sword Sect, a few disciples sent by Fu Dongliu caught up with Yang Jian and gave him many gifts.
Yang Jian put a map and ten palm-sized Heaven's Heart Stones into his ring. He returned everything that Fu Dongliu had given him and thanked the cultivators who carried swords on their backs. Then, he turned around and left without stopping.
Fu Dongliu felt that he didn't have the face to face Yang Jian. He also knew that Yang Jian hated his junior sister, Qinglian, but he didn't say anything. He only told his disciple to pass on the message and give Yang Jian a promise.
As long as Yang Jian asked, Fu Dongliu would do his best to fulfill all three of Yang Jian's requests, no matter what.
Yang Jian did not care too much about this. He just felt that it was a pity that he lost a fellow Daoist to talk to.
What Yang Jian didn't expect was that when he left, Fu Dongliu's heart was filled with regret.
However, Fu Dongliu did not know why he felt so regretful.
It was as if the Ping Tian Sword Sect had missed a great opportunity.
It was also as if he himself had missed a great opportunity.
However, what was missed could not be undone. Other than cursing his junior apprentice-sister behind her back, what else could Fu Dongliu do?
No one knew that because of this, Fairy Qing Lian also almost died.
On the night after Yang Jian left, Qing Lian returned to her cave abode. She was in a daze for a moment before she threw herself onto the praying mat.
A figure, neither burly nor tall, but ordinary yet extraordinary, as if carrying the weight of an endless river of stars, silently appeared beside Qinglian just like that.
The figure hesitated for a moment, then slowly retracted his finger.
"I'll keep you for the time being. You can be my disciple to test your Xuan skills in the future."
A gust of wind blew past. That silhouette had come in a strange manner and left without a trace.
However, when Qinglian woke up, she was inexplicably covered in white sweat.
Although she didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, she still felt as if she had taken a trip to the gates of hell. She didn't know why, but her heart trembled.
Yuding Zhenren was not far away.
…
"Mother is gone … Father and Big Brother are gone too … Yes, Brother is gone too …"
In the Jade Spring Mountain, beside the spiritual spring in front of the Golden Aurora Cave, a little girl sat beside the spring. She swayed her jade-like feet and stared at the sunset in the sky.
The crane chirped softly, and all the birds returned to the forest.
The clouds were steaming, and the scenery was beautiful.
However, even such a beautiful scenery could not resolve the melancholy in the little girl's eyes.
Even though the cool spring water condensed from spiritual energy flowed past her feet, she no longer had her usual light laughter …
"Ah, ever since I came here, Brother has always been cultivating. Is cultivation really that important? Now, he's still going out to cultivate. If he wants to go out, so be it. However, what's infuriating is that he didn't bring Chan 'er along! "
She muttered softly, and the corners of her mouth puffed up. She was a little reproachful.
"Little Chan, why aren't you meditating? Why are you playing with water again?"
Ting Lan, who was dressed in a plain white Daoist dress, walked over leisurely and chided softly.
Little Chan 'er jumped up, and the skirt of her palace dress covered her bare feet. She made a face at Ting Lan.
"Sister, cultivating and comprehending the Dao is too boring. I can't sit still."
Ting Lan sighed softly and raised her hand to scratch the tip of Yang Xiaochan's nose.
She reprimanded softly, "You really don't know how lucky you are. All the cultivators in the world really want to share a tenth of your luck. This is the Golden Aurora Cave, and Teacher is a true mighty figure in the world. How can you not cherish the opportunity and be so lazy!?! "
"Alright then." Little Chan 'er blinked. Ting Lan's lecturing words were always the same.
"Alright." Ting Lan pulled Yang Xiaochan and walked towards the pavilion that was surrounded by immortal aura. "Eat something first before continuing to cultivate. Green Bamboo has made some delicacies for you. They are all very nutritious spiritual items. "
Little Chan 'er immediately pouted. Even if she heard that there was good food to eat, she was still unwilling.
Ting Lan was extremely intelligent. When she saw this, she chuckled and said, "Teacher has left with Senior Brother for many days. Who knows when they will return. If you continue to be so lazy, you might be scolded by Teacher."
"Is Brother coming back soon?" Little Chan 'er's bright eyes shone brightly.
"That's hard to say. When Senior Brother sees that you are neglecting your cultivation, he might reprimand you."
Brother? Would he scold me?
Little Chan 'er tilted her head and giggled. "Brother has such a good temper. He won't scold others, much less Chan' er!"
Gentle temper?
Ting Lan's eyes were filled with memories, but she did not think so. Instead, she felt that other than when Senior Brother Yang Jian was facing Little Chan 'er, he had a straight face most of the time and was quite serious.
A moment later, facing a table of delicious dishes filled with spiritual energy, Little Chan 'er's saliva flowed. She could not wait to start eating heartily.
As she ate, Little Chan 'er suddenly sighed softly. "I wonder if Brother is eating well and sleeping well when he's walking outside."
Ting Lan and Cuizhu looked at each other and smiled.
"Don't worry. Teacher brought Senior Brother to cultivate. Perhaps he is currently a guest in some blessed land. He is eating dragon liver and phoenix marrow and drinking bejeweled wine. How can the small dishes here dare to compare to him?"
"En, that's true!" Only then did Little Chan 'er relax. She continued to eat and drink as she made up her mind.
Later on, she would sleep for a while before starting to cultivate. In any case, it would not delay anything …
At the same time, Yang Jian was also eating dinner.
He was curled up in a narrow cave, holding a large piece of cooked beef in his left hand and a steaming hot steamed bun in his right. He ate to his heart's content.
Yang Jian's eyes were filled with impatience. He could not wait to finish stuffing these things into his stomach so that his stomach would no longer be hungry and he could continue to meditate and cultivate.
Cultivation, strength.
Seeking the Dao, calamity.
Fairy Qinglian's humiliation that day was no different from a blow to Yang Jian's head. While he was vigilant, he was even more determined to become stronger.
In the following half a month, Yang Jian walked and stopped in this small world of the mystic realm. Finally, he settled down near a small town where itinerant cultivators gathered.
On a barren mountain five hundred kilometers away from the town, Yang Jian opened up a small cave abode. He hid inside and cultivated quietly.
In the blink of an eye, two months passed.
The ten palm-sized Heaven's Heart Stones each weighed five thousand kilograms. Yang Jian studied them for a long time but still did not know what material and structure they were made of. However, it gave him a lot of convenience.
He no longer needed to carry the stone mountain and did not need to worry about attracting attention. Carrying four Heaven's Heart Stones every day had the same effect.
Because the Heaven's Heart Stones were small, Yang Jian could also use them to train the strength of his arms. Unfortunately, he could not break through the shackles of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine arms.
Could it be that he really had to start cultivating the second stage to continue increasing his strength?
While Yang Jian was unwilling, he began to feel a little anxious.
Although he usually lived in seclusion and did not attract the attention of any itinerant cultivators in the small town, he felt a sense of crisis after being injured by Qinglian. He felt that his cultivation was low and wanted to improve as soon as possible.
However, on this day, Yang Jian's spiritual sense trembled slightly. He felt that something had happened.
He stopped cultivating, put away the formation plate, and walked out of the cave abode. After patrolling the surroundings of the cave abode, his heart was still restless. He walked towards the small town.
From afar, Yang Jian saw dozens of cultivators standing at the entrance of the town. The trembling in his heart inexplicably turned into 'joy'.
The Mysterious Skill was mysterious and mysterious.
Yang Jian knew that there were benefits waiting for him. Benefits that would be of great help to him. Therefore, he walked over to see what was happening.
There were two signs set up at the entrance of the town. The names of two sects were written on them. Both were sects in the upper reaches of this small world of the mystic realm.
'The Spirit Beast Sect is recruiting ambitious people to go to the Purple Soul Valley to pick herbs and return with Spirit Pills.'
'The Shattering Heavens Immortal Sect is recruiting ambitious people to follow the elders and disciples of the sect to explore the secret place outside the mystic realm. Spirit Pills, Spirit Stones, and cultivation techniques will be rewarded.'
Yang Jian could not help but laugh.
First, there was the 'Leveling Heavens Sword Sect', and now there was the 'Shattering Heavens Immortal Sect'. What was wrong with the heavens?
The cultivators of this Boundless World were really arrogant. However, because this world was isolated and remote, most of the cultivators were ignorant and narrow-minded. They didn't know how vast the Primordial World was, nor did they know how high the sky was.
Speaking of which, if he had said 'Chanism' and 'Yuding Zhenren' in front of Fairy Qinglian that day, that ferocious fairy might only be confused.
Just as Yang Jian was about to turn around and leave, he felt a little restless, as if reminding him of something.
Reminding what?
Yang Jian turned around and looked at the second plaque. The words' Explore the secret place outside the mystic realm 'made him come to a sudden realization.
He was afraid that his opportunity would fall on the words' secret place '.
Forget it, I can't break through by cultivating in seclusion. I might be able to grasp that heavenly secret if I go out and train.
"Fellow Daoist?" The old man beside the plaque opened his eyes and smiled warmly. He seemed to have seen through Yang Jian's intentions and said with a smile, "Do you want to go together?"
Yang Jian nodded and said, "May I know what I need to do?"
"There's no need. Sign your name and cultivation level here. Then, go to the tavern over there and wait," the old man said warmly and took out a booklet.
Just as Yang Jian was about to take the booklet and add his name, he felt gazes on him like thorns on his back.
Yang Jian turned around and saw the dozens of itinerant cultivators gathered there with strange expressions. There were even two people who were slightly closer to him who wanted to say something but stopped.
What's wrong?
Yang Jian felt a little strange. He put down the booklet and became more cautious.
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