In the past ten days in Mount Yi, every night there would be a fire.
However, it was just a flash and didn't attract too much attention from mortals. Moreover, it usually appeared in the middle of the night.
Every time Yi Tian used up all the spiritual energy in his body, he would meditate and recover. Then, he would find that the spiritual energy in his dantian had become a bit more abundant.
This effect was better than the accumulation of cultivation over a long period of time. Gradually, he was able to grasp the knack of it.
After ten days of emptying and replenishing his dantian's spiritual energy several times, Yi Tian felt that he had reached the third level of Qi Refining.
However, after using this method again, the results were obviously not very good. Therefore, Yi Tian temporarily stopped cultivating.
In the past ten days in the mountain, he only ate dry food to satisfy his hunger. His mouth was tasteless. Sometimes, Yi Tian still missed the feeling of drinking and eating meat in big bowls in the White Horse Gang.
However, it was just a thought. It was impossible for him to return to his previous state.
The dry food in his bag was almost finished. In two days, he would have to go find food.
However, Yi Tian always had a question in his heart. From the Fire Spirit Art, he knew that those high level cultivators would go into seclusion for several months or even years. Could it be that they didn't eat?
Or if they prepared food for several years, wouldn't it all rot?
There were also people like Yi Tian who had two secret manuals and three spirit stones. He could just carry them in his bag.
However, in the future, when he had more things, would he need to call an ox cart to follow him?
Now that he had just entered the cultivation world, Yi Tian was still a novice. There were too many mysteries that needed to be solved. Therefore, it was urgent to go to the cultivation market.
Before going, Yi Tian still had something to do. That was to go to the place where he went to take a look at the ghost wall.
Although there would be danger, wasn't a cultivation opportunity accompanied by danger?
Thinking too much was useless. Yi Tian extinguished the fire. After preparing his luggage, he strode towards the place where he was trapped last time.
He vaguely remembered that last time, Yi Tian got lost in the middle of the night. This time, he was fully prepared to investigate.
Yi Tian walked on the road with a torch in his left hand and a knife in his right hand.
Although this divination knife was only made of ordinary iron, it had played a decisive role in the initial confrontation last time.
Yi Tian felt that it was a pity to throw it away. Moreover, it could be used to open up a path in the mountains.
In fact, this was also a result of his mentality. Ever since he was young, Yi Tian had the idea of becoming a Jianghu hero. In any case, he felt that carrying a saber was more imposing than carrying a sword.
The fog was afraid of heat, so a fire could disperse the fog. This was just Yi Tian's personal idea, but the effect was not good.
At night, Yi Tian could only see about twenty feet in front of him after the fog rose on Mount Yihua. He could only see clearly with the help of a torch.
After walking around for a long time, he finally found the tree that he had marked last time. After walking around, he found that he had returned to the original place.
It seemed like this was the place. He wondered what was inside the fog. Out of consideration for his own safety, Yi Tian still did not dare to advance rashly.
Since his vision was unclear, he would use his spirit force to try. After thinking about it, he gathered his spirit force in his eyes and looked into the fog.
Yi Tian's green eyes pierced through the white fog and saw a parasol tree in the thick fog about three hundred meters away.
The fog around the tree was the thickest, and there was some fog coming from the hole under the tree. It seemed that he had found the source. Then he waved the knife in his right hand to remove the obstacles in his way and walked toward the center.
After arriving at the tree, he first threw the torch down. It fell on the ground and burned the dead leaves.
Then Yi Tian jumped down. After stabilizing himself, he looked around for a while and suddenly saw that there seemed to be a stone door in the depths of the tree.
He walked forward and touched it. This stone door seemed to be quite old. He thought that he had found a treasure. It was clearly a place where someone had lived before.
The people who could live here were definitely not ordinary. Yi Tian was excited, but he did not forget to be vigilant.
If a monster were to suddenly appear behind the stone door, he would be caught off guard and would be in deep trouble.
After thinking about it, Yi Tian put away his excitement and gathered spirit force in his left hand. After preparing a fireball, he opened the stone door.
He only smelled a foul air. Yi Tian could only hold his breath and wait for the air in the cave to clear. After a few dozen breaths, Yi Tian cautiously entered the door.
It turned out that the space behind the door was quite spacious. He raised the fireball in his left hand and didn't release it.
There was a flash of light in the cave and Yi Tian saw that there was a praying mat inside. On top of it was a skeleton that had passed away. The skeleton was jet-black. The skeleton was wearing a bright yellow daoist robe. Under the praying mat was a skeleton wearing a light blue daoist robe with a short sword on its back.
It seemed that the two people had plotted against each other before they died. The poisoned person killed the poisoned person before dying.
The sword had a faint blue pattern on it. It was likely a sharp weapon.
Yi Tian had touched Wang Gui's golden saber many times back in the White Horse Gang. There were patterns on it that were repeatedly hammered. Later on, he asked the blacksmiths in the gang and learned that a good weapon had to be hammered thousands of times to have patterns.
Now, the patterns on the sword in front of him were clearly deeper than Wang Gui's golden saber. The person wielding the sword was likely an expert.
After searching the surroundings, he did not find anything useful. It seemed that the two people had been dead for a long time. Everything around them had already decayed.
The skeleton with the sword on its back was tightly holding onto a piece of silk cloth. So many things had decayed, but this piece of silk cloth was still there. It was likely not an ordinary item.
After thinking about it, he used the back of the saber to smash the skeleton's hand. He used the tip of the saber to pick up the silk cloth and placed it under the fireball to take a closer look.
On the cloth was written, "Greetings Junior Brother Zhong. Disciples from the inner sect, Lin Yi, and the outer sect, Wu Zhen, are here to pay you a visit. We hope to retrieve the sect's keepsake in preparation for a revival. "It was signed off by the Li Fire Sect's Gu Hui.
From the looks of it, it was a letter. The two people were likely Lin Yi and Wu Zhen. They had come to ask Martial Uncle Zhong to retrieve the sect's keepsake. However, it was unknown why they had stayed here. They had even schemed against each other, resulting in both of them dying.
Also, what did the revival in the letter mean? Could it be that the Li Fire Sect had been destroyed and they were planning to use the keepsake to summon their lost fellow disciples?
From the posture of the two skeletons, the yellow-robed one was Lin Yi. He had been poisoned by the blue-robed Wu Zhen. Before he died, he had killed Wu Zhen with a single strike.
The Li Fire Sect's internal strife was very intense. An outer sect disciple had killed an inner sect disciple due to greed. Finally, the inner sect disciple had turned on him before his death. Now, he had benefited from it.
Yi Tian turned towards the seated skeleton. He saw a jade box placed in front of his mat.
After opening the jade box, he saw half a wooden seal. It looked very familiar.
Suddenly, Yi Tian realized that this half of the seal was made of the same material as the half of the seal he had taken out from the ancestral hall.
He then took out something from his bag and put the two pieces of wood together. It really did work.
However, after waiting for a while, he did not see any movement. He thought that this was not something that was supposed to happen. With a look of disappointment, he placed the two seals back into the jade box. He stuffed it into his bag and wrapped it with the two manuals.
Yi Tian thought that it was abnormal to store two pieces of rotten wood in such a good box.
Who knew if it was a keepsake? It was better to keep it first and find a chance to glue it back together before trying again.
A gust of wind blew through the cave, causing the two skeletons to fall apart. They turned into pieces of debris that scattered in all directions.
The robes on their bodies also turned into pieces of silk that dissipated in front of Yi Tian's eyes. It made Yi Tian sigh.
How long had the two of them died here for their bones to be weathered?
According to the records of the Yin Corpse Technique, it would take at least two thousand years for a person's bones to be weathered. In other words, the two of them were at least two thousand years old.
Until the short sword broke, Yi Tian finally reacted. Today, other than the jade box in his bag, he did not get any other benefits.
While he was complaining, he saw some words on the mat that was blown away by the wind from the corner of his eyes.
He quickly went forward and wiped the dust with his hand. He glanced at it and saw the words' Xuan Ling Mountain, Profound Yang Sect, Ice Soul Cave '.
This was a clue. The two people in the cave were most likely related to the Profound Yang Sect.
However, there were too few clues about the meaning of the Ice Soul Cave. Yi Tian could only take one step at a time.
After searching the entire cave, Yi Tian did not find anything useful. Instead, the pattern on the stone door was a bit strange.
Yi Tian took out a piece of paper and a crayon to copy the pattern. Then, he used a fireball to destroy the pattern on the stone door.
Since there was nothing useful in the cave, Yi Tian went out and found some stones to seal the entrance of the tree hole. Then, he covered it with soil. This way, no one would be able to distinguish anything.
Looking around, the fog that originally appeared had dissipated. Yi Tian found himself in the valley of Mount Yi Hua.
In terms of Feng Shui, this was indeed a good location. Other than the heavy Yin Qi of the parasol tree, everything else was not bad.
Now, it was also a good place to bury Lin Yi and Wu Zhen. When they were alive, the two of them schemed against each other. After death, they were buried in the same cave.
Looking back, Yi Tian asked himself where his opportunity was. Now, it was time to leave. He wanted to go to the nearest immortal market to take a look.
In the future, if there was fate, he must go to Xuan Ling Mountain and Profound Yang Sect. He also wanted to take a look at the Ice Soul Cave.
These places sounded like the locations of immortal cultivation sects. Moreover, the names were quite righteous. It did not seem like a demonic sect.
After walking out of the valley, Yi Tian looked up at the starry sky. There was still an hour before dawn. Looking back, he saw that the fog had dissipated.
It seemed that the stone door was the source of the fog. However, why would there only be fog at night? He did not know.
Finding a tree to lean against, Yi Tian took out the map from his bag. He hoped that he could find some clues from the map.
However, after looking from top to bottom several times, he did not find a mountain called Xuan Ling Mountain, let alone Profound Yang Sect.
Yi Tian despised the black-robed man. This guy was at most a wild cultivator.
He had not been to many places. No wonder he could not beat him. However, Yi Tian forgot that other than his luck, he was also a rookie in the immortal cultivation world.
In the end, he had no choice but to go to a cultivator market two hundred miles away called Pu Shan Fang to replenish his food and water.
Other immortal cultivators relied on flying to travel. Low level immortal cultivators relied on walking.
Yi Tian was from a gang. He liked to ride horses. After going down the mountain, he found a horse and mounted it. Like a gust of wind, he set off towards Pu Shan Fang.
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