Chapter 70: Chapter 70: Tier 2 Spirit Vein

Yang Jing spritzed himself with some Spirit Wine and Fragrant Powder, putting on the appearance of being drunk as he returned to the Cave Mansion.

This time, he didn’t conceal his presence. A group of maids in gauze robes immediately came forward to greet him. They helped him remove his Spirit Wine-stained Magic Robe, change into comfortable casual clothes, and even sprayed him with some perfume to cover the smell of alcohol.

“Master, the madam has already gone to bed. Shall I have the kitchen prepare a late-night snack for you?”

The maid said after giving a slight bow.

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll be cultivating in the Quiet Chamber tonight. Do not disturb me unless it’s an emergency.”

Yang Jing put on an air of authority. Since he had known Wang Tong for five years and had pried numerous details from him, the maids didn’t suspect a thing.

They escorted Yang Jing to the Quiet Chamber, where they heated water from the Spiritual Spring to brew Spirit Tea and lit some Spiritual Incense before quietly taking their leave.

Yang Jing sat cross-legged on the Purity Meditation Cushion woven from Spirit Vines. He took a sip of the Spirit Tea, which cost twenty Spirit Stones a tael, and inhaled the fragrance of the Spiritual Incense, worth five Spirit Stones a tael, before slowly exhaling.

The group of maids included both mortals and cultivators. Although the cultivators only had the lowest-grade Spirit Roots, it was still an extraordinary display. In some poorer Immortal Cultivation Clans, not even the clan Elders enjoyed such luxury.

This just went to show how absurdly profitable smuggling Spirit Pills was; not even mining Spiritual Ore could compare.

Yang Jing activated the Restriction on the Quiet Chamber, sealing the door so it could only be opened from the inside, and then released Iron Head. He had Yinjiao go first to watch over Wang Tong and the two Three Capitals Blood Demon Mosquito Mothers in the cellar. The two “martial brothers” would switch shifts every six hours, taking turns on guard duty.

Wang Tong’s life had to be preserved. At the very least, he couldn’t die before Yang Jing obtained the Spirit Medicines he needed through the Profound Carp Association.

As soon as Iron Head emerged from the Beast Taming Bag, it took an ecstatic whiff of the incredibly abundant Spiritual Mechanism in the Quiet Chamber. The Spiritual Qi was so rich that it almost intoxicated the highly sensitive creature.

The Quiet Chamber was equipped with a Spirit Attraction Array and a Spirit Lock Array. If both Array Formations were fully activated, the level of Spiritual Qi inside the chamber could even reach Tier Two Upper Grade, though the concentration of Spiritual Qi in the rest of the Cave Mansion would decrease as a result.

Yang Jing didn’t hesitate. He activated both the Spirit Attraction Array and the Spirit Lock Array, then tapped Iron Head on its head, telling it to stop fussing and quickly settle down for Qi Cultivation.

As the two Arrays activated, the Spiritual Qi in the Quiet Chamber grew even richer. Yang Jing activated his Bright Qi Talent. Everywhere he looked, he saw a five-colored Spiritual Mechanism. Because it was drawn directly from the Spirit Vein, the colors were distinct and exceptionally pure, unlike the qi in San Yuanli, which was merely leakage from a Spirit Vein, mixed with all sorts of impurities that muddled its colors.

He activated his Five Elements Wheel, devouring the surging Spiritual Qi like a whale and refining it into his own Magical Power.

In such a superb cultivation environment, Yang Jing estimated his cultivation speed had increased by nearly fifty percent. It would only take him nine months to advance to the Fifth Layer of Qi Cultivation.

This speed was already astonishing. Even someone with a Celestial Spirit Root, without consuming Spirit Pills to boost their cultivation, would need anywhere from fifty days to three months to advance a single layer in the Middle Stage of Qi Cultivation.

If Yang Jing could maintain this pace, he could reach Qi Cultivation Perfection in about ten years. By then, he would only be around twenty-five years old, leaving him with plenty of time to scheme for a Foundation Establishment Pill.

He drank a cup of Spirit Tea to alleviate the fatigue from circulating his Magical Power for so long.

This was the advantage of the Five Talisman Scripture. As long as one’s comprehension was excellent enough to construct the Five Elements Wheel in their Dantian, the quality of their Spirit Root was no longer the greatest obstacle on the path of cultivation.

Such pure Spiritual Qi also placed a lighter burden on his meridians. Yang Jing only began to feel a dull ache in his meridians after completing three Circulations. He then consumed a Yellow Bud Pill to gently nourish them.

He glanced down and saw that Iron Head had absorbed so much Water Element Spiritual Qi that its fur was completely soaked, with Water Pearls dripping onto the floor.

In their Cave Mansion at San Yuanli, if master and disciple absorbed Spiritual Qi at full capacity, it would show signs of depletion. Here in this Quiet Chamber, however, the concentration of Spiritual Qi barely changed at all.

Method, wealth, companions, and location. Although location was ranked last among the four essentials of cultivation, it still had a critically important influence on one’s progress.

A Qi Cultivation Stage cultivator’s meridians couldn’t withstand too many Circulations of Magical Power. After reaching his limit, Yang Jing simply swapped in Yinjiao, letting it cultivate in the Quiet Chamber instead.

He, meanwhile, went to the cellar to monitor Wang Tong.

During this time, the Qi Cultivation Stage Demon Mosquito had a violent outburst. As Yang Jing approached, it suddenly lunged, aiming its stinger at his head.

Yang Jing showed it no mercy. He took out a vine whip, coated it with Celestial True Yang, and flogged the Demon Mosquito until it was whining pitifully and on the brink of death.

The brutal scene terrified Wang Tong so much that he wet himself. He curled into a tight ball, praying that Yang Jing wouldn’t notice him. ’Damn my rotten luck!’ he cursed inwardly. ’I must have been blind back then to mistake a twisted Sword Cultivator like Yang Jing for some pushover Independent Cultivator.’

’The rumors say most Sword Cultivators are extremists who act with cruel intensity. Seeing this today, I know the rumors are true.’

「Early the next morning」

Yang Jing returned to the Quiet Chamber, swapped out Iron Head, and continued cultivating the Five Talisman Scripture.

By the time he slowly withdrew his Spiritual Qi, returned Yinjiao to the Beast Taming Bag, and walked out of the Quiet Chamber, he found a maid already waiting outside. The hem of her robes was damp with dew, a clear sign she had been waiting for a long time.

“Master, breakfast is ready.”

Yang Jing nodded and went to the parlor, taking his seat at the head of the table.

Wang Tong had one wife and two concubines. He was originally a disciple from a side branch of the Wang Family, a Foundation Establishment Clan in the Cai Kingdom. With a knack for appraising treasures, he was lucky enough to be noticed by the Celestial Treasure Tower. After years of struggle, he had finally secured the position of Third Shopkeeper.

His principal wife was a member of the Luo Family, another Foundation Establishment Clan. Although she was already forty, cultivators aged slowly, and she was meticulous about her appearance. As a result, she still looked like a young woman in her prime, dignified and poised.

His two concubines—one taken in the Cai Kingdom and the other in the Chen Kingdom—were both former Independent Cultivators. Dressed in thin, gauzy robes, they had a rather bewitching look.

The moment Yang Jing sat down, the two concubines pressed close. One wanted to feed him spirit bamboo and white chicken soup, while the other offered him steamed sweet cheese curd.

Wang Tong’s principal wife, the one from the Luo Family, wore an icy expression. Unable to bear the sight, she made a move to leave the table.

Yang Jing put down his chopsticks.

“Both of you, settle down. I have something to say.”

Seeing her husband’s serious expression, which indicated he wasn’t joking, the Luo Family wife sat back down.

“There was a disaster during this year’s autumn defense. The cultivators at San Yuanli encountered a demonic calamity. Only one person made it back alive. The rest were all killed by Demon Cultivators.”

CLANG. One of the concubines was so frightened that her chopsticks fell to the floor. The other’s face also turned pale with fear. Although both had come from humble beginnings as Independent Cultivators, they had grown accustomed to a life of luxury over the years. Hearing such tragic news left them completely at a loss.

In contrast, his principal wife from the Luo Family remained calm.

“I have a feeling the situation in the Chen Kingdom is about to descend into chaos. Tomorrow, pack your valuables. You will take a Flying Boat back to the clan lands in the Cai Kingdom. Wait for my message before you return to Huangyuan Marketplace.”

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