Cultivation: I Forge Immortality with My Spiritual Eyes

Jiang Yi felt relieved as he left the stall area.

Although he only had less than two spirit stones left in his pocket, the treasure in his arms gave him more confidence.

So he went into a spirit rice shop, took out five ounces of spirit sand, and weighed out five catties of first-grade jade-patterned rice.

Then, carrying a fishing net on his shoulder, a rice bag slung across his shoulder, and a spirit ore and iron cage in his hand, he walked briskly toward the market exit.

"Oh? Fellow Daoist Jiang? Did you strike it rich today?"

As soon as I stepped out of the market gate, I bumped into three men.

The leader was a burly man with a face full of scars and a fierce look; his name was Shi Dazhuang.

Standing next to him was a dark-skinned, thin man nicknamed Blackie.

The other man had a cold look in his eyes and a hideous scar on his left cheek, making him look like someone you didn't want to mess with; he was called Scarface.

The three of them stood in the middle of the road, blocking the way, with amusement on their faces.

Jiang Yi paused, his expression turning serious.

These three were also independent cultivators who made a living by fishing and hunting at sea, so they could be considered colleagues.

However, they had a gang that gathered a group of people and seized control of the Qinglin Bay area, which was rich in fish.

Whenever other independent cultivators cross the border to fish, they will at least smash the boats, or at worst rob the goods and injure people; their behavior is always barbaric.

When the original owner's master was alive, he had several conflicts with the other party over this matter, and the two harbored deep resentment towards each other.

Jiang Yi took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and walked around the side with his head down.

"hehe."

Upon seeing this, Shi Dazhuang and the other two sneered in unison, their faces showing mockery.

Blackie sneered.

"This kid, even with his dead master gone, still dares to act all high and mighty, he's courting death."

Shi Dazhuang said unhurriedly:

"No rush. There are law enforcement teams on the island keeping an eye on things, so we can't do anything reckless. There will be plenty of opportunities to deal with him later."

After saying this, the three of them smiled at each other and turned to walk towards the market.

"..."

Jiang Yi lived on a gentle slope a few miles away from the market town.

This is the settlement of lower-level cultivators, with many small courtyards built along the mountainside.

For independent cultivators who cannot afford to live in the market cave dwelling, they can settle down here by paying a monthly rent of three spirit stones.

Although the chance was slim, at least it was within the patrol area of ​​the law enforcement team, which was much safer than the desolate wilderness.

Jiang Yi walked briskly along the gravel road, went uphill and around two bends, and returned to his residence.

The courtyard is small, with its own entrance and living space, more than enough for one person. There are several other similar courtyards nearby.

The gate to the house across the street was open, and inside sat a burly, honest-looking young man, head down, mending a fishing net.

This person is called Niu Yaojin. He is also a rogue cultivator who makes a living by fishing. His cultivation level has reached the fourth level of Qi Refining.

They lived across from each other, and their relationship was fairly familiar.

"Fellow Daoist Niu."

Jiang Yi nodded slightly and greeted him with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang is back. What did you buy?"

Niu Yaojin looked up, put down his fishing net, and walked out of the courtyard.

His gaze swept across the room, catching sight of the kittens kicking and clawing at the bars in the iron cage. He immediately clicked his tongue in disdain and said:

"Why did you suddenly decide to raise a raccoon dog? That's a low-level cultivation pet, not presentable at all. High-level cultivators raise roc birds or tamer dragons, that's real prestige!"

Jiang Yi's eye twitched, and he patiently said:

"It's tough being at sea all by yourself, so I got a cat to keep me company."

"Alright."

Niu Yaojin nodded reluctantly, then noticed the rice sack on his shoulder, and his eyes lit up. He praised:

"That's right! At least we should be served spiritual rice at every meal to have some semblance of the demeanor of a superior cultivator. Mortal grains are for inferior cultivators; they defile our immortal bodies!"

Jiang Yi was too lazy to argue with him, so he cupped his hands and said:

"I am hungry and thirsty, let's talk later. Fellow Daoist Niu, hurry up and mend the net, lest you miss the time to set sail again."

After saying that, he pushed open his own courtyard gate and strode inside.

The courtyard is small, with a jujube tree planted in it and tables and chairs placed under the tree.

The bedroom is directly opposite the gate, the kitchen is on the left, and a shed has been built on the right for storing miscellaneous items.

Jiang Yi hung the fishing net on a tree branch and couldn't wait to go into the bedroom. He held the spirit ore in his hands and examined it repeatedly.

"Meow~ Meow!"

The small iron cage was placed on the corner of the table. The kitten was still restless, its little paws gripping the bars and scratching at him incessantly, looking very anxious.

Jiang Yi ignored it, his mind focused entirely on the spirit mine.

He pondered for a moment, then took out a palm-sized, jet-black, shuttle-shaped magical artifact from his waist.

Although this item is old and worn and of low quality, it is the only relic left by the original owner's master besides the fishing boat.

It is also his most valuable possession now.

"Buzz—"

As Jiang Yi secretly channeled his magical power, the Xuan Shuttle trembled slightly, emitting a hazy spiritual light.

He then gripped the Xuan Shuttle tightly and carefully cut the spirit ore, moving with extreme gentleness, for fear of destroying the treasure inside.

Sparks flew from the iron ore, and the ear-piercing cutting sound rang out. Soon, a layer of ore residue fell onto the table.

After a short while, like drinking a cup of tea.

The spirit ore shrank by more than half, and a strange color gradually lit up inside, with a faint tingling sensation in the air.

Jiang Yi's gaze was intense, his eyes shining, and his movements became increasingly gentle as he peeled away the outer layer of stone little by little.

The cat in the cage meowed more and more urgently, constantly meowing.

A few moments later.

The outer shell of the mineral was completely peeled off, revealing what was hidden deep inside.

This is a perfectly round bead, about the size of a fist, dark purple in color, with a surface covered in pits and craters, radiating a strong aura of thunder.

It is hard in nature; when you try to pinch it with magic, it won't budge and will even cause a slight stinging sensation.

"It really is a lightning-type spiritual material. We've really struck gold..."

Jiang Yi played with the Thunder Pearl with great delight, unable to contain his joy.

Lightning-type spiritual materials are already rare, and their value is much higher than that of treasures of the same level.

Judging from its quality, it is at least a first-grade high-quality spiritual material.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had a thought, frowned and looked at the Thunder Pearl, trying to make an appraisal.

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than his soul power poured out like a floodgate being opened!

At the same time, a strong sense of crisis reached my mind, as if continuing would lead to a miserable end.

Jiang Yi trembled all over, hurriedly closed his eyes, composed himself, and breathed heavily with lingering fear on his face.

"Ha ha!"

Once his breathing had calmed down, he was not surprised but delighted, grinning widely, his chest pounding.

There is only one possibility for this result: the quality of this Thunder Pearl is far beyond what was expected!

It must be at least a second-tier spiritual object for it to cause his spirit to become weak and nearly depleted!

it is good!

OK!

I, Jiang, am finally going to turn things around!

"Meow! Meow!"

Just as Jiang Yi was secretly excited, the kitten's voice was almost hoarse from meowing. Its little paws spread open like pink plum blossoms, desperately reaching towards the Thunder Pearl.

"What's all the noise about? Quiet down!"

Jiang Yi frowned, stared at it, opened the cage door, picked it up, grabbed it by the scruff of its neck, and lifted it into the air.

"Meow~ Meow!"

The kitten was suspended in mid-air, kicking its four paws wildly, baring its teeth and claws at the thunder pearl, looking both cute and fierce.

"hehe."

Jiang Yi couldn't help but chuckle, and gently stroked the keys a couple of times; the feel was pretty good.

His heart softened, and he said gently:

"You're so mischievous, just like the tabby cat I raised in my past life. From now on, I'll call you Little Pear."

As he spoke, he placed the little pear next to the thunder pearl, wondering why the little guy was so persistent.

"Meow~"

Little Pear staggered and pounced onto Thunder Pearl, clinging to it tightly with all four paws, finally calming down.

It made a satisfied purring sound, its little mouth opening and closing as if trying to bite, but the thunder pearl was bigger than its head, so it couldn't get a bite out of it.

"Hehe, silly cat, there's nothing special about it. Just stay here quietly, I'll go get you something to eat."

Jiang Yi observed for a moment but found nothing unusual.

Seeing that the little one had calmed down, and since he was also hungry, he picked up the bag of rice, got up, and went out to the kitchen.

A moment later, in the kitchen.

"I've mistakenly entered the imperial palace; I urge you to lay down your weapon..."

Having acquired a treasure worth at least several hundred or even thousands of spirit stones, Jiang Yi was in high spirits, his dejection completely gone.

He was standing in front of the stove, lighting a fire to boil water and cooking rice porridge, while humming a folk song from his past life.

My mind is already filled with the beautiful vision of a peaceful and carefree life of spiritual practice in the future...

Meanwhile, in the bedroom.

Little Pear nibbled at Thunder Pearl from left and right, but didn't get anything in her mouth. She then howled angrily twice and reached out her little paws to scratch wildly.

"Sizzle—"

At one moment, a tiny arc of electricity suddenly flashed through the air.

Upon closer inspection, a wisp of wisp of green smoke rose from the tip of Little Pear's claws, an unintentional act by the little fellow in his haste.

Stimulated by this, the thunder bead on the table suddenly lit up with a purple light and crackled.

"Meow!"

Little Pear was overjoyed. Far from being afraid, she clung tightly to the thunder bead, sucking it in with all her might...

Time passed slowly.

In the blink of an eye, the time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed.

"Squeak—"

A short while later, Jiang Yi entered with light steps, carrying fish soup and spirit rice porridge, and softly called out:

"Little Pear, wake up and eat! Today is all about..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

I glanced at Little Pear, whose belly was round and who was curled up in a ball of fur, fast asleep.

He glanced again at the dull, gray beads on the table, which seemed vaguely familiar.

He was struck dumb, frozen in place, unable to recover for a long time...