Cultivation: I Forge Immortality with My Spiritual Eyes

Jiang Yi was stunned for a moment, then put down the tray in disbelief and reached out towards the thunder bead with trembling hands.

But the bead shattered silently at the slightest touch of the fingertip, turning into dust and scattering without a trace.

"this......"

Jiang Yi's eyes widened, his face filled with astonishment, he simply couldn't believe what he was seeing.

However, in the short time it takes to cook a bowl of spiritual porridge, the Thunder Pearl, which was regarded as a treasure, was secretly replaced by someone.

"Who is it!"

He gripped the black shuttle tightly, his gaze sharp as a knife, and looked around, trying to find traces of the thief.

However, the windows and doors were tightly closed, the door bolts were intact, and the furnishings were perfectly arranged, showing no signs of anyone having broken in.

Jiang Yi remained vigilant for a while, his brows furrowing more and more tightly. He temporarily ruled out the possibility of the child being switched and his gaze slowly fell on the little pear on the table.

"Could it be...?"

Upon realizing a certain possibility, his eyes twitched, and he was both angry and shocked, his face turning pale and then red.

Seeing that the little thing was sleeping soundly, he immediately picked it up, used magic to examine it, and played with it over and over.

"Meow~"

Little Pear's sweet dream was disturbed. She mumbled something in her sleep and waved her little paws wildly, struggling and resisting.

A few streaks of electricity flashed faintly through his hair, instinctively repelling the intrusion of the alien force.

Then he twisted his body, found a comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep in the palm of my hand.

Jiang Yi was suddenly struck by the electric shock, his expression one of shock, and he couldn't help but look the little guy up and down.

Despite its gray fur and lack of any extraordinary features, it looked like an ordinary beaver cub.

But how can it discharge electricity?

He searched his memory but had never heard of any beaver possessing lightning-type talent.

Then his eyes flashed, and he looked enlightened.

Recalling their time in the market, the little creature became particularly fond of the Thunder Pearl buried in the spirit mine.

Even though the bloodline has mutated, it still resonates with the lightning-type spiritual energy.

Such a tiny creature shouldn't have been able to devour a complete second-tier spiritual object in such a short time.

It's truly unbelievable.

Jiang Yi frowned, completely baffled.

Beyond the confusion, I felt a deep sense of heartache and despair, unable to shed a tear.

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have bought this little beast.

Now things are really messed up; not only has the cooked duck flown away, but their meager savings have also run out.

The rent payment date is in a few days...

This small courtyard, along with the fishing boat berth, requires a total payment of five spirit stones.

But right now he only has one spirit stone and two ounces of spirit sand left, which is far from enough to fill the hole.

He became increasingly frustrated, glared at Little Pear a few times, and wished he could throw it away.

But thinking about it, I suppressed my anger and chose to put it back in the iron cage.

He then slumped down, staring blankly ahead.

The fragrant rice porridge on the table was steaming hot, but I had no appetite at all.

"Sigh~"

After sitting there for a long time, Jiang Yi sighed and tried to calm himself down.

His gaze swept across the table, and after thinking for a moment, he took out a cloth bag and carefully put the loose slag into it.

These can at least be exchanged for a few ounces of spirit sand, so we can't waste them.

He tossed the cloth bag around, smiled bitterly, got up, opened the window, and gazed at the night sky.

It was already late at night.

The Milky Way stretches across the sky, stars and moon vie for brilliance, a scene of serene splendor.

Jiang Yi gazed at the bright moon, his eyes gradually drifting into the distance, his mind churning with thoughts.

He was not originally from this world.

In my past life, I worked overtime until the early hours of the morning and was accidentally hit by a truck entering the city on my way home. I was killed on the spot.

When I opened my eyes again, I had already taken over a much younger body.

The original owner of this body shared the same name and surname as him, also called Jiang Yi, and was twenty-three years old.

Since childhood, his spiritual roots have been discovered by his master, and he has been following him in cultivation ever since, and his life has been relatively peaceful.

Until a few months ago, the old Taoist priest accepted an invitation to go out to sea with a friend to search for treasure, but the news of his death came back.

The original owner was deeply grieved and remained depressed for a long time.

Having lost their protection, they had no choice but to take up fishing to make a living.

Initially, things went fairly smoothly, and I could barely earn about twenty spirit stones a month.

After deducting expenses such as rent and rice, and by living frugally, there is still some surplus.

However, a month or so ago, the original owner of this body was unfortunately caught in a tsunami when he went out to sea. Before he could escape, he also encountered two second-tier demonic beasts fighting each other.

As the distance drew ever closer, he struggled with all his might but could not dodge. Overwhelmed with fear and unease, he felt his death was imminent and died instantly from heart palpitations.

Little did they know that the two second-tier sea beasts had completely disregarded them from beginning to end.

When Jiang Yi woke up from his soul transmigration, he was floating alone on the sea.

The people and the boat are all intact and undamaged.

He was lost in thought for a long time.

Jiang Yi shook his head, looked away, picked up the cooled fish soup and rice porridge, and swallowed them in a few hurried mouthfuls.

A faint warmth quickly spread through my abdomen.

He took a deep breath, walked back to the bed, sat cross-legged, formed a mudra with his hands in front of him, circulated his energy, guided the warm current to flow through his body, and transformed it into magical power.

Not long after.

The sparse spiritual energy nearby was drawn in, transforming into wisps of breeze that emerged out of nowhere and continuously flowed into Jiang Yi's body.

Time passes silently.

The room was quiet and peaceful.

Just as Jiang Yi closed his eyes to cultivate in seclusion...

Inside the small iron cage, Little Pear's sleeping posture became increasingly comfortable, with electric sparks flashing and crackling in its fur, and these sparks appeared more and more frequently.

Clearly, the thunder pearl it swallowed greatly contributed to its growth.

"..."

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Outside, it was pitch black and shrouded in gloom, just before dawn.

"call--"

At a certain moment, Jiang Yi exhaled a breath of turbid air, dispelled the magic seal, and slowly opened his eyes.

Upon examining himself, he couldn't help but frown. His cultivation had improved very little, almost imperceptibly.

If things continue like this, it's unclear how long it will take to break through the bottleneck of the mid-stage Qi Refining realm.

This place is ultimately far from the spiritual veins, and the spiritual energy here is too thin.

If one could cultivate in the cave dwelling of the market, with one's aptitude, progress would not be so slow.

Jiang Yi clenched his fists, lost in thought.

Only those with spiritual roots can cultivate in this world, but spiritual roots also vary in quality.

Take the standard for spirit-testing talismans as an example.

One to three inches is considered inferior, four to six inches is considered medium, and seven to nine inches is considered superior.

As for the various rare spiritual aptitudes beyond that, they are irrelevant to ordinary cultivators.

Of the five elements in this body, the water element is the most outstanding, standing five and three-tenths inches tall, ranking in the middle grade.

The other four lines are mediocre, barely qualifying as inferior.

Such talent may not be considered top-tier, but it surpasses that of most cultivators and barely meets the threshold for various sects to recruit disciples.

Otherwise, the old Taoist priest wouldn't have regarded him as his successor and kept him by his side with great care.

Unfortunately, he was just a rogue cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

With ordinary skills and unremarkable circumstances, there's really nothing extraordinary or rare to be passed down...

"Meow! Meow!"

Just then, a clear meow suddenly rang out, interrupting Jiang Yi's thoughts.

Little Pear had woken up sometime earlier, her little paws digging at the iron cage with all her might, her big round eyes staring at him as she called out.

"What are you yelling for! Are you looking for a beating?"

Jiang Yi glared at him, annoyed.

He paused for a moment, then let out a soft exclamation, quickly went forward, opened the iron cage, and scooped it up to examine it closely.

After a night, the little thing actually opened its eyes.

It is round and smooth, with a light blue and clear color, like a clear lake.

It seemed to have gained some weight, and the color of its fur had subtly changed.

"Meow~ Meow~"

Little Pear licked its beard and chirped incessantly.

Jiang Yi picked it up and weighed it in his hand, then rubbed his chin thoughtfully and scolded:

"Shut up, or you'll be in trouble."

"Meow~"

The little guy didn't care and continued to splash around in the large bowl on the table with leftover food.

Judging from his appearance, he must have been woken up by hunger...