Cultivation: I Forge Immortality with My Spiritual Eyes

After returning to the island, Jiang Yi tossed and turned all night, still feeling somewhat uncertain.

After much thought, I decided to lie low for a while.

Let's lay low for now and wait until things calm down before making any further plans.

He made no further moves in the following days.

He would spend his days holed up in his cave, either meditating and cultivating in seclusion or practicing the Eye Sword Technique.

In my spare time, I would also stroll around the market and secretly keep an eye on any activity on Qingluo Island.

They are especially keeping a close eye on the movements of the Wang and Liu families.

Fortunately, the other party did not seem to take the matter seriously, and several days have passed without any news of these companies investigating anything.

Jiang Yi gradually felt relieved.

I don't have any spirit stones on me for the time being, and there's no sign of the fog dissipating, so there's nothing suitable for me to do.

So he simply calmed down and devoted all his energy to practicing the cultivation method.

Supplies are plentiful, and elixirs are readily available.

With daily practice, one can make steady progress.

Time flew by, and he felt no hardship or fatigue; on the contrary, he found some enjoyment in it...

......

Spiritual practice knows no time.

Before we knew it, three months had passed.

At noon that day, the sun was high in the sky.

The light pierced through the thick fog, illuminating the world in a vast expanse of white.

Cave No. 17, of the Yi type, in the courtyard.

Jiang Yi, dressed in black with his hair tied in a topknot, stood with his hands behind his back under the eaves, looking up at the sky.

He had delicate features, a serene demeanor, and the air of a gentleman.

Only his eyes were surprisingly sharp, meeting the blazing sun directly without flinching.

His eyes shone with a captivating brilliance, his sharp intent hidden deep within, almost tangible.

Time passed slowly.

Jiang Yi remained motionless, his eyes unblinking, like a stone sculpture.

Until much later.

His eyelids twitched slightly, revealing a hint of weariness, before he abruptly closed his eyes.

He immediately rubbed his hands together, creating two cool, icy water balls, and gently pressed them against his eyes, rubbing them slowly to relieve the soreness and dizziness.

After a while.

Jiang Yi exhaled a breath of stale air, blinked hard, and then slowly opened his eyes, gradually returning to normal.

He sighed, realizing he had underestimated the difficulty of mastering the Eye Sword Technique.

Even with spiritual eyes, many difficulties are avoided.

It took several months of arduous practice before he was close to achieving a minor level of success.

It takes some effort to hone one's sharpness in one's eyes.

Jiang Yi stood still, looking at the green plants in the courtyard, trying to calm his mind.

Several medicinal herbs gleamed in the sunlight, exuding a rich fragrance and growing vigorously.

He examined it for a moment.

He turned and went back into the house, squatted down in front of the cat's bed in the corner, his eyes softened, and gently stroked the sleeping Little Pear.

In recent months, the little guy has become increasingly sleepy and has been eating more.

They often come to me as soon as they wake up, begging for food. After filling their bellies, they stroll around the yard for a bit, then run back to their cat bed to continue sleeping.

While Jiang Yi was troubled by this, a sense of anticipation also began to stir within him.

Even if he were slow-witted, he could tell that this was a sign of bloodline advancement.

To help Xiaoli advance smoothly, even the usual habit of cutting back on her meals was changed.

We bought plenty of spirit rice, beast meat, and spirit fish, and fed it to its heart's content at every meal.

I'm just hoping this little guy will give me a big surprise.

"Waaah~"

Xiao Li felt Jiang Yi's caress, hummed softly twice, rubbed against his palm, turned over and changed position, and continued to sleep soundly.

"hehe."

Jiang Yi shook his head and smiled, then got up and walked out of the side room, heading towards the market.

In the past few months, apart from cultivation, he also spent a lot of time inquiring about various information, and he had his own plans in mind.

Those spiritual items are useless; you can neither eat them nor spend them.

Only by exchanging our money for spirit stones can we do more.

With no income recently and high expenses in all aspects, he only has about twenty spirit stones left.

This matter can no longer be delayed; we must find a way to act as soon as possible.

Now that so much time has passed, the trouble caused by the Bloodstained Turban Thieves has gradually subsided.

Even Black Reef Island has begun recruiting miners again.

However, since everyone was still shaken, very few people were willing to sign up.

After all, nearly thirty independent cultivators died in that incident, serving as a stark warning.

"..."

The market was still bustling with people, but the streets were not as noisy as usual.

Everyone looked hurried, expressionless, and with a gloomy look between their brows.

The persistent fog has affected the livelihoods of many people.

With prices rising day by day, incomes are far from what they used to be, and there's no telling when things will improve.

At times like these, few people can relax.

Jiang Yi kept his eyes down as he walked discreetly down the street, occasionally going in and out of the shops.

These shops mostly deal in medicinal herbs, spiritual minerals, talismans, and the like.

They each have powerful backers, dedicated supply channels, and their own ocean-going merchant ships.

In addition to their main business of buying and selling, they also run a transportation business.

Those cultivators who are unable to travel long distances on their own usually choose to travel between the islands by merchant ship.

As long as the price is agreed upon and the person is not a complete stranger, the boat owner usually won't refuse.

Recruiting a few people is effortless; you can easily earn extra money.

Jiang Yi has a significant matter to attend to on this trip.

We must find a place that is far enough away and safe enough.

After much deliberation, he chose Ling'ao Island, which was more than 10,000 miles away.

Ling'ao Island is under the jurisdiction of the Cang'ao Sect, and it has two Foundation Establishment cultivators stationed there, so its reputation is relatively good.

It is said that a fairy city was built on the island, which was bustling and prosperous, and its commerce was far superior to that of Qingluofang Market.

If you throw in a few ordinary spiritual items, they won't even make a splash; it's a perfect place to unload your goods.

However, he couldn't choose the course of the merchant ships; he had to rely on luck to find a fleet that had just finished unloading its cargo and whose route passed by Ling'ao Island.

About half an hour later.

Inside a small, neatly furnished shop.

Behind the counter sat a middle-aged shopkeeper with a round face, a slight beard, and shrewd eyes, who was talking quietly with Jiang Yi.

"Ling'ao Island?"

The shopkeeper stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and said:

"In half a month, a fleet will be passing through there. If you wish to go, you should make your decision as soon as possible."

Many like-minded people are now leaving Qingluo Island to find a way out, and for the sake of safety, the fleet generally doesn't take too many outsiders with them.

Jiang Yi's eyes flickered slightly, and he cupped his hands in greeting as he asked:

"May I ask, innkeeper, how long does the journey to Ling'ao Island take?"

The shopkeeper said unhurriedly:

"The sea conditions are unpredictable, and we will have to stop at other islands along the way. Normally, it would take more than ten days to get there."

The fog hasn't dissipated yet, so things will take a bit longer, but not by much.

Jiang Yi remained noncommittal, then thought for a moment and asked again:

"What is your shop's fare...?"

The shopkeeper stretched out his left hand, flipped through the items, and said seriously:

"Ten spirit stones. Ling'ao Island is a long way away, so the fare will naturally be more expensive. Fellow Daoist, you must have inquired around and found that other places won't be much cheaper."

Jiang Yi nodded slightly, knowing that the price was reasonable and the other party was not asking for an exorbitant price.

He stopped hesitating, rummaged in his sleeve for a while, and took out ten spirit stones to hand over.

The shopkeeper smiled and took it, then took out a palm-sized wooden plaque from under the counter and handed it to him, saying:

"Fellow Daoist, please keep this token safe. You will need it to board the ship when the time comes. Remember not to be late. The ship will depart precisely at 3:45 AM, half a month from now. No waiting will be provided for those who are late, and the spirit stones will not be refunded."

Jiang Yi accepted the token, tucked it into his sleeve, and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you for the reminder, shopkeeper. I'll take note. Farewell."

Having said that, he turned and left the shop, disappearing into the crowd on the street...