Cultivation: I Forge Immortality with My Spiritual Eyes

The next morning.

Inside a side room of the courtyard.

"call--"

Jiang Yi exhaled a breath of stale air, waking up from his meditation, his eyes quickly regaining their clarity.

He focused his mind and introspected, experiencing the progress of his spiritual practice.

After a moment, he nodded slowly, a hint of satisfaction appearing on his face.

Although the spiritual energy here is not as abundant as that of Black Reef Island, with the help of the Water-Gathering Stone, it is not far off.

Finally, a pressing problem has been solved.

Sit quietly for a moment.

Jiang Yi flicked his sleeves, stood up, and pushed open the door to step into the courtyard.

As dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight appeared, a faint glaze spread across the horizon.

The master bedroom door was tightly closed, and Qin Xianzi had not yet gotten up.

She is skilled in cultivating spiritual plants, possesses expertise, and is full of confidence.

In terms of daily routine, they are naturally different from the rough men who are used to going out to sea to fish early in the morning.

Jiang Yi clicked his tongue and suddenly felt that fishing really had no future.

They work hard every day, enduring wind and sun, risking their lives to sail out to sea, but they end up with very little money.

Ultimately, it all depends on the weather.

In weather like this, with the fog lingering, one can only stay at home and have no income.

Some people with insufficient savings will go hungry.

It can be described as the best of the best.

Conversely, if one can learn skills such as talisman making, weapon crafting, cultivation, or alchemy, it is equivalent to having a continuous source of wealth.

Not only are they respected, but their status also rises accordingly.

There's no need to brave the wind and rain, ending up covered in dust and looking disheveled.

According to Niu Yaojin, it's just too undignified and too unrefined!

However, this idea is certainly not wrong.

However, mastering any of the myriad arts of cultivation is no easy task.

First, you need talent.

If it works, it works; if it doesn't, it doesn't.

If you don't grasp the concept, no matter how hard you try or how much you study later, it will be difficult to achieve anything.

Having talent is not enough; you also need someone to guide you and a good teacher to teach you by example.

Even if independent cultivators don't have this condition, they should at least have a lineage in hand.

It's not something you can just do on a whim, by buying a furnace and a talisman brush and then you can get started or even begin.

Even if all the above conditions are met, you will still need to invest a lot of resources to practice and try things out.

In short, the conditions are harsh, the investment is huge, there are few short-term returns, and the long-term returns are unpredictable.

Anyone who lacks self-awareness and impulsively gambles their entire fortune in the hopes of making money off spirit stones without any sense of self-worth is a prime example.

Their fates are often quite tragic.

"Sigh~"

After pondering for a while, Jiang Yi clicked his tongue and couldn't help but sigh.

There's still no sign of the inheritance, and I'm short of spirit stones.

After much thought, it seems that for the time being, fishing and mining are the only ways to make a living...

"Meow~ Meow~"

Just then, Little Pear, who had been wandering around the yard for a while, came running over, pawed at his robes, stood up, and called out to him expectantly.

"Sigh~"

Upon seeing this, Jiang Yi couldn't help but sigh again.

He gently swept it aside with his leg, then walked towards the kitchen in the corner of the yard, saying weakly:

"Wait here, Master will go and cook the porridge."

"Meow~"

Little Pear rolled over and got up in one go.

With its big eyes darting around, it turned and ran to a few plots of land in the yard, looking up and down at the spiritual plants planted there, its nose twitching slightly, its face full of eager anticipation.

After a while.

As dawn broke, the courtyard was filled with the aroma of cooking Kailing rice.

"Squeak—"

Qin Ruyi, her black hair loose, gracefully pushed open the door and stepped out, wearing a moon-white dress that accentuated her beautiful curves.

She glanced at the kitchen, pursed her lips, still feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the presence of a man in the cave.

She let out a soft sigh and turned her gaze to the cultivated fields in the courtyard.

Seeing Xiaoli circling around, looking eager to try, she quickly stepped forward and gently dissuaded her:

"Little one, be good, you can't touch this place."

"Meow~"

Little Pear shrank back, glanced warily at the approaching mother beast, and then dashed into the kitchen and disappeared.

Qin Ruyi smiled and went about observing the growth of the spiritual plant.

His hands would occasionally form hand seals to perform spells, or to soothe the roots and earth's energy, or to replenish moisture and spiritual energy.

His movements were fluid and graceful, demonstrating remarkable skill.

Not long after.

Jiang Yi approached carrying two bowls of spirit rice porridge, observed them for a moment, and then exclaimed in admiration:

"The fairy's skills are indeed superb. It seems that in a while, we will be able to enjoy that Jade Belt again."

Qin Ruyi's hands didn't stop, and she chuckled upon hearing this:

"That won't do. It needs time to be nurtured. If we drain the pond to catch all the fish, its spiritual essence will slowly deteriorate."

Jiang Yi looked enlightened:

"There's such a saying; it seems there's more to it than meets the eye."

As he spoke, a thought suddenly struck him. He handed over a bowl of rice porridge, exchanged a few casual words, and then tentatively asked:

"Fairy Qin, may I learn from you the method of cultivating spiritual plants?"

Of course, Jiang wouldn't learn for nothing; he's willing to spend spirit stones to have the fairy teach him.

Qin Ruyi slowly sipped her porridge, then licked her lips upon hearing this, giving a half-smile:

"I'm afraid that won't work. My skills cannot be passed on to outsiders. If Fellow Daoist Jiang is interested, you might as well ask elsewhere."

Jiang Yi nodded awkwardly:

"Alright, I apologize for my presumption, Fairy."

Half an hour later.

The two people and the cat finished their breakfast.

Qin Ruyi was going out to tend to the spirit rice.

With nothing else to do, Jiang Yi decided to head over to the street vendor area to try his luck.

"..."

The street vendor area was as bustling as ever, with many people strolling around and browsing.

Jiang Yi was having a bad day. He wandered around inside for a long time and tried to activate his spiritual eye multiple times, but to no avail.

He had no choice but to turn away, disappointed, and prepare to return to his cave to practice his secret techniques.

Upon reaching the entrance of the market, I saw a group of people arguing and fighting not far away.

He observed for a moment before realizing that several members of the Wang family had surrounded a rogue cultivator.

This person narrowly escaped from the pirates and only recently returned to Qingluo Island.

The Wang family suspects an insider leaked the flight route and now wants to bring the person back for questioning.

The rogue cultivator naturally refused, so he ran to the market to ask the patrol guards for help.

Although the Wang family members were arrogant, they dared not make a move on the island rashly.

So the two sides argued endlessly and started making a scene.

Jiang Yi glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the members of the Wang family.

He then silently turned around, discreetly walked through the crowd, and headed straight for his residence.

About half an incense stick later.

In the side room.

Jiang Yi, dressed in a green robe and with his dark hair tied in a ponytail, sat cross-legged on the water-bearing stone.

His face was calm, his eyes were slightly closed, and his hands hung naturally in front of his knees as he repeatedly pondered the method of the Eye Sword in his mind.

He had been studying this method for a long time.

He had memorized the incantations, hand seals, and the routes for circulating magical power, but he had yet to actually try them out.

After all, the eyes are delicate and sensitive, and the slightest carelessness could damage their very foundation, so there is no room for the slightest negligence.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Jiang Yi suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them. He quickly formed hand seals, his ten fingers flying, and tapped his fingers together to form a magic spell.

At the same time, his lips moved as he chanted mantras, and a faint, almost imperceptible aura slowly dissipated.

After a few breaths.

As the method was activated, two thin strands of magical power separated from the dantian.

With the blessing of the secret technique, these two strands of magical power became increasingly condensed, faintly revealing a sharp edge.

They travel upwards along the meridians, passing Jianjing and Tianzhu, and slowly and steadily enter the eye orifices.

Upon entering.

My eyes immediately felt sore, swollen, and numb, as if they were being forcibly torn apart and worn away by something.

"Hmm!"

Jiang Yi frowned and groaned, his eyelids trembling violently, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He gritted his teeth and kept his mind focused.

He carefully manipulated the two strands of magical power, guiding them to follow the path described in the method...