Cultivation: I Forge Immortality with My Spiritual Eyes

The next morning.

The sky was just before dawn, shrouded in a thick, misty fog.

Inside the bedroom in the small courtyard.

"Phew~"

Jiang Yi, who had been meditating cross-legged all night, exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly opened his eyes.

The fatigue from the days of travel vanished, and her eyes became clear and gentle, the weariness of the journey gone.

He clenched his fist, looked inward at his dantian, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

The spiritual energy here is extremely scarce, and there is an indescribable feeling of suffocation when cultivating.

After spending time on Black Reef Island, returning to this little courtyard, the contrast becomes even more pronounced.

"Meow~"

Just then, seeing its owner wake up, Little Pear, who was standing guard nearby, lit up and rushed over.

With her big, watery eyes wide open, she occasionally licked her beard, her little face full of anticipation.

"hehe."

Jiang Yi couldn't help but chuckle, grabbing it and pulling it into his arms, stroking it from head to tail, laughing and scolding:

"You little glutton! No wonder you've been so well-behaved today. Turns out you've been thinking about roast chicken since early this morning."

"Meow~"

When her secret was exposed, Little Pear wasn't ashamed at all. Instead, she rolled over, showing off her soft belly, and tilted her head to act cute and charming.

A tenderness appeared in Jiang Yi's eyes. He flicked his finger and scratched its chin, feigning disdain as he said:

"Alright, alright, stop this nonsense. I'll go out and buy you a roast chicken right now."

As he spoke, he stood up, tucked the little guy back into his collar, pushed open the door, walked into the yard, and looked up at the sky.

All that could be seen was a thick fog, with no sign of it dissipating.

He frowned slightly, went back into the house to change into a clean black robe, then pushed open the courtyard gate and hurried towards the market.

Since the fog arrived, the market has been bustling with activity, far more lively than usual.

The teahouses and taverns were packed with people, sitting in twos and threes, talking animatedly and passionately.

The most talked-about topic these days is naturally the robbery of Wang Luo's fleet by the Bloodscarf Bandits.

Those who were not there or witnessed it firsthand.

At this moment, however, he spoke with great enthusiasm and vivid description, causing a stir among those around him.

His tone was even more certain than the person involved, as if he had actually stood on the deck.

Jiang Yi strolled slowly along the street, listening to the murmurs around him, his face expressionless.

Not long after.

He went into a rice shop and spent five spirit stones to buy forty-six catties of spirit rice.

Then he went to Miaodan Pavilion and bought two Qi Gathering Pills.

Previously, it only cost twenty spirit stones, but this time it cost twenty-two.

All spiritual items related to cultivation in the market are quietly increasing in price.

If this foggy weather continues, the price increase may continue to rise.

With a solemn expression, Jiang Yi stepped out of the Miaodan Pavilion, escorted by a female attendant, and headed towards several shops that bought and sold demon beast materials.

After visiting several stores and haggling over the price repeatedly, I finally found a deal.

In the end, they sold the two rat demon fangs for thirty spirit stones.

Holding the heavy spirit stone in his hand, his mood finally improved.

Little Pear, however, was getting impatient. She nestled inside her clothes, whimpering and urging them on.

Helpless, Jiang Yi had no choice but to hurry to Chunfenglou and pack two spiced roasted chickens.

The little guy finally calmed down, curled up into a ball, and lay there obediently.

It is still early.

Jiang Yi did not forget the main purpose of his trip.

He carried large and small bags and walked briskly toward a shop that specialized in selling classic books and catalogs.

After browsing around for a while, I finally picked out two books that contained information on metal-type spiritual objects and noted their effects and grades.

After waiting a while, Xiao Li saw that her human was still wandering around the street, so she couldn't help but nuzzle him again, urging him to go back and have dinner.

Jiang Yi found it somewhat amusing, but too lazy to pay attention, he continued walking down the street, intending to browse the street vendor area along the way.

After a long absence, perhaps I can find something useful.

As he was walking, he suddenly stopped.

My gaze fell on a rather deserted shop on the side of the street – Baijitang.

As his cultivation level broke through to the fifth level of Qi Refining, his internal magical power became increasingly concentrated, making him capable of learning some more powerful spells.

Having experienced that perilous situation, Jiang Yi deeply felt that his current methods were inadequate.

Lacking a sharp, trump card, we must strengthen it as soon as possible.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped into the Hall of a Hundred Skills.

The old Taoist priest was still dozing behind the counter, too lazy to greet anyone who came.

Jiang Yi didn't disturb them. He silently cupped his hands in greeting, stepped into the store, and looked up at the rows of display shelves.

The store contains a wide variety of martial arts techniques and secret arts, truly all-encompassing.

It not only contains various common techniques involving the Five Elements, but also many unorthodox and secret methods.

Such as:

Blood Burning Method

Body Tempering Method

The Turtle Breathing Method

Hidden Spirit Law

The Hundred Poisons Robe

"The Force of Ice"

The Condensing Essence Method, and so on...

The variety is so great that it's dazzling.

These methods each have their own strengths, and most of them have certain learning thresholds.

Some emphasize talent and comprehension.

Some require the assistance of corresponding spiritual objects to aid in cultivation.

Some have stringent requirements regarding the purity of the physical body, consciousness, or magical power.

This is really not very friendly to rogue cultivators with shallow foundations.

Jiang Yi walked slowly along the display shelves with great interest, his eyes scanning the spines of the books one by one.

I strolled around for a while and took a general look around.

He was about to turn around and choose a water-based technique when his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the bottom shelf on the left.

There was a small booklet there, its cover yellowed, squeezed into a corner by several thick books, looking quite inconspicuous.

The cover bears the words "Eye Sword Technique".

"Eye Sword Technique?"

A thought struck Jiang Yi, and a sense of curiosity arose within him. He quickly stepped forward.

As he reached out to take it, the aura surrounding the wooden shelf trembled slightly and dissipated on its own, allowing the booklet to fall into his hand.

Clearly, the old Taoist priest, though seemingly dozing off, was actually fully aware of the situation inside the shop.

Jiang Yi opened the booklet, his eyes moving over the words, and soon he was completely absorbed in it.

This Eye Sword Technique is a rare and secret method for cultivating the eye's ability to see.

The booklet contains the training process, corresponding taboos, and a general introduction to its effectiveness against enemies.

According to the above, at the beginning of this practice, one must use secret methods to condense magical power and repeatedly cleanse and temper the eye orifices.

One can only be considered to have entered the path when one's eyes can see objects as clearly as lightning and can perceive the trajectory of spiritual light.

Further progress is made when one can look directly at the blazing sun without getting dizzy and clearly distinguish fine details in the dark; only then can one be considered to have achieved a minor success.

In this way, an invisible sharp energy can be nurtured in the eye sockets, which can be activated with a thought.

It comes and goes without a trace, is extremely secretive, and is difficult to detect.

It can injure the enemy invisibly and achieve victory in an instant.

At first glance, this secret technique does seem quite good.

That sharp energy can continue to accumulate power as it is nurtured, becoming stronger with each nurturing.

However, upon closer reading, its drawbacks and difficulties are quite thorny, enough to deter ordinary people.

The first challenge, cleansing the eyes, requires an extremely high level of visual acuity; only those with naturally exceptional eyesight can attempt it.

If one's eyesight is poor and one lacks the nourishment and protection of spiritual objects.

Not only would you fail to master the secret technique, but a slight mishap could lead to blindness and ruptured eye sockets, with unimaginable consequences.

Secondly, there are many taboos regarding the subsequent cultivation of sharpness, as its power is closely related to the cultivator's own ability to withstand it.

If one's eyesight is weak, even if one manages to cultivate it, the power of the sharp energy one unleashes will be limited.

It's difficult to harm anyone in the slightest; instead, it only wastes your energy.

"That's interesting..."

Before he knew it, Jiang Yi had turned to the last page.

He slowly closed the booklet, muttering to himself, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

He possesses a spiritual eye, which, in addition to his ability to identify objects, also gives him eyesight far exceeding that of ordinary people.

There is no need to worry about the various difficulties in the record.

The practice should go quite smoothly.

Jiang Yi was very tempted and quickly made up his mind.

The only concern now is the price of the secret technique.

He put the booklet back on the wooden shelf, turned and walked to the counter, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to the old Taoist priest, and said politely:

"Shopkeeper, I apologize for bothering you. May I ask how much the 'Eye Sword Technique' costs?"

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist lazily raised his eyelids and said expressionlessly:

"One hundred and twenty spirit stones, no bargaining."

Jiang Yi's eye twitched slightly.

Although he had anticipated the price, the amount still made him wince and left him in a dilemma.

But he really liked this method and was unwilling to give it up.

Hesitated for a moment.

Jiang Yi took a deep breath, reached into his sleeve, and slowly handed over the money pouch.

"..."

About fifteen minutes later.

Jiang Yi memorized the entire manual, and as usual, swore a solemn oath not to reveal it to outsiders, before quickly leaving the Hall of Hundred Skills.

I didn't even have the heart to browse the street vendors anymore, and hurried along the street towards my accommodation...