Immortality and Cultivation: I can extract entries from all things.

Two days have passed.

Fang He went to the market almost every day. His spirit stones were consumed quickly, but his gains were gradually increasing.

The pressure of being drafted is ever-present.

With each passing day, his sense of urgency grew stronger.

That day, Fang He came to the market again, his eyes scanning over the various stalls.

He has already figured out some of the tricks of the trade.

Most of the items in the market are common goods with little value. But occasionally you can find some items with a history; the key is to be patient and search carefully.

Fang He squatted down in front of a stall selling secondhand items and casually flipped through the items on the stall.

A dark stone caught his attention.

The stone was about the size of a fist, with a faint hint of blood on its surface, and it felt heavy in my hand.

He focused his mind to probe, and a sensation appeared in his mind.

[Retrievable historical traces detected]

[Item: Crimson Stone]

[Historical Imprint: Insights into Body Cultivation and Tempering (Gray)]

"How much is this stone?"

"Two fragments of spirit stones."

The stall owner glanced at it.

Fang He took out two fragments of spirit stones and handed them over, then put the stones into his pocket.

He found a secluded corner and probed again:

【Whether to extract? 】

"extract."

An image flashed through my mind.

The burly man, shirtless, was sweating profusely in the mountains and forests.

He used a specially made medicinal liquid to temper his body, pushing his physical limits time and time again.

Blood and sweat mingled together, seeping into the stone.

The image fades, and the light spots coalesce:

Extraction successful

[Acquired entry: Vigorous Qi and Blood (gray)]

[Affix Effect: Vigorous Qi and Blood (gray), Qi and Blood Recovery +10%, Stamina Increased]

Activate?

"activation."

A warm current rose from my heart and spread throughout my body.

Fang He felt that his body seemed to have become more energetic, and his fatigue had lessened a bit.

This entry isn't very helpful for cultivation, but it's a useful aid for spiritual plant growers who often do manual labor.

Fang He continued his search in the market.

About half an hour later, he found a tattered manuscript at a stall selling used books.

The manuscript consisted of only a few pages, the paper yellowed, and contained some insights into cultivation.

Fang He looked through it and found that it was an introductory technique called "Breath Concealment Technique".

He probed it and found historical marks.

[Retrievable historical traces detected]

[Item: Manuscript of the Concealment Technique]

[Historical Imprint: A Hermit's Guide to Seclusion (Gray)]

There is a mark.

"How much is this manuscript?"

"Three fragments of spirit stones."

Fang He bought the manuscript, found a secluded corner, and examined it again:

【Whether to extract? 】

"extract."

The image of a thin man flashed through my mind.

The man hid in the forest, concealing his presence and holding his breath, and slipped past a group of demonic beasts silently.

The image fades, and the light spots coalesce:

Extraction successful

[Acquired entry: Introduction to Breath Concealment (Gray)]

[Entry Effect: Basic Concealment (Gray) - Can hide one's aura, making them difficult to detect]

Activate?

"activation."

Fang He felt that the fluctuations of spiritual energy within her body seemed to have calmed down a bit.

He tried circulating the cultivation technique and found that the flow of spiritual energy in his meridians had become more subtle and was no longer as easy to leak out as before.

This skill isn't very helpful in combat, but it's an important survival skill for rogue cultivators struggling at the bottom.

When faced with danger, being able to conceal one's presence and escape is more important than anything else.

Fang He was about to continue his search when he suddenly noticed two figures in a corner of the market.

He slowed his pace, pretending to look at the items on the stall, but his eyes secretly glanced over there.

I recognized one of them.

Sun Er.

The honest and simple neighbor, a novice.

At that moment, Sun Er was talking in hushed tones with a stranger.

The stranger was dressed plainly, but his demeanor was unlike that of a local rogue cultivator; his expression carried a hint of wariness.

Fang He's heart stirred, and she quietly moved closer.

"...Sea monster movements...confirmed?"

The stranger's voice was very low.

"...Confirmed, the weak point in the defense is..."

Sun Er's voice was even lower, almost inaudible.

"next month……"

The stranger suddenly noticed Fang He's gaze, and his expression changed.

"Someone's coming."

Sun Er looked in the direction of the sound and saw Fang He. A hint of nervousness flashed across his face.

"Brother Fang... Fang He, what are you doing here?"

Fang He said calmly, "Just passing by, taking a look around. You guys chat, I'll be going now."

He turned and left, his steps neither hurried nor slow.

The sound of Sun Er saying goodbye came from behind, followed by the sound of footsteps fading into the distance.

Fang He did not turn around.

His doubts deepened.

What are the movements of marine mammals?

Weak points in the defense line?

What is Sun Er trying to find out?

Are these things related to the abnormalities of marine mammals?

But Fang He quickly suppressed his doubts.

He was just a low-level rogue cultivator; it was none of his business to concern himself with other people's affairs.

The most urgent task is to break through one's own cultivation level.

It's not too late to think about these things once we have the strength.

Fang He left the market and returned to Lingtian along the coastal path.

After walking for about half an hour, we saw a group of people gathered on the dock in the distance.

The atmosphere was oppressive; some people were crying, and some remained silent.

Fang He's heart sank, and she quickened her pace.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a conscription team setting off.

More than thirty independent cultivators gathered at the dock, most of them below the third level of Qi Refining.

They carried simple bags and had different expressions.

Some were desperate, some were numb, and some were putting on a brave face.

Family members saw him off at the dock, and the air was filled with weeping.

"My son, you must come back alive..."

"Father, I will take good care of myself. Please take care..."

"Remember to bring me back some seafood specialties..."

This last sentence elicited a bitter laugh, but it only added to the sense of desolation.

Fang He scanned the crowd and suddenly spotted a familiar figure.

Old Wang.

He stood in the group with a simple bag on his back, his expression somber.

Seemingly sensing Fang He's gaze, Old Wang turned his head.

The two looked at each other, and Old Wang nodded with a wry smile, without saying a word.

Then he turned and boarded the ship heading out to sea.

Fang He stood at the edge of the dock, watching the ships gradually sail away on the sea.

Old Wang's figure disappeared at the side of the ship and could no longer be seen.

As the ships sailed away, the crowd on the dock gradually dispersed.

The crying gradually subsided, leaving only the sobbing sound of the sea breeze.

Fang He remained calm and turned to walk towards the spirit field.

It was still early when we returned to Lingtian.

Fang He was about to return to his thatched hut when a figure walked over from the neighboring field ridge.

Old Man Lin.

He was carrying a hoe on his back, and it seemed he had just returned from working in the fields.

"Fang He, you're back?"

"Uncle Lin greeted me."

"Uncle Lin."

Fang He nodded.

Old Man Lin's gaze fell on Fang He's spiritual field, and he paused in his tracks.

"Your spirit grain is growing quite well."

Fang He followed his gaze. The spirit grain was indeed much more vibrant than before, with lush green leaves and plump ears of grain.

"We're lucky; there's been plenty of rain this year."

Fang He said.

Old Man Lin smiled and said, "Luck is one thing, but management is also very important. Your spirit grain is clearly more carefully managed than others'."

He took a few steps closer, looked at Fang He's spiritual field, and added, "But we still need to be careful, there might be pests next month, so prepare some insect repellent powder in advance."

"Thank you for the reminder, Uncle Lin."

Fang He nodded and noted it down.

Old Man Lin patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, you have a bright future. Keep up the good work."

After saying that, he picked up his hoe and slowly walked away along the ridge of the field.

Fang He felt a warmth in her heart as she looked at his hunched back.

Among the independent cultivators at the bottom, although everyone is looking out for themselves, the occasional concern and reminders can bring a touch of warmth.

He recalled the "Affinity with Plants" entry he had acquired, which should be one of the reasons why the spirit valley was growing so well.

The entry is not only helpful for cultivation, but also for planting.

This was an unexpected delight.

Back in his hut, he immediately sat cross-legged and began his cultivation.

Activate all entries and run the Green Wood Technique.

Spiritual energy gathers from all directions and flows through the meridians.

Only two terms are truly helpful for cultivation:

[Spiritual Affinity (Gray): Spiritual Aura Sensing +10%, Cultivation Efficiency +5%]

【Nourish Dantian (White): Increases the upper limit of dantian spiritual energy storage by 5%, and improves the solidity of true qi】

The combined effect of the two terms is immediate.

The flow of spiritual energy into the body becomes smoother, the solidity of true qi increases, and the capacity of the dantian increases.

The cultivation speed is almost twice as fast as it was at the beginning.

Fang He felt the spiritual energy accumulating within his body, bringing him one step closer to a breakthrough...