Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 128 The Wandering Soul

Yang Silang took the invitation and opened it.

It contained only a few polite words, simply stating that on a certain day of a certain month, they sincerely invited the gentleman to go hunting together and enjoy the beautiful scenery, and so on.

He felt a toothache just looking at it.

Without a location or hunting grounds, what beautiful scenery is there left when these scions of noble families are hacking and slashing, leaving behind a bloody mess?

Fortunately, Pei Buqi had placed a letter sealed with ink inside.

Yang Silang opened it, and inside were several hundred words, which explained the cause and effect.

Last time, that fake fairy Mo Xinlian caused a scene, and the scions of prominent families in the provincial capital lost face. No matter how powerful that fairy Mo was, they had to put on a show for a fake for half the night.

If this news were to spread to the elite circles of neighboring provinces, it would surely become a laughing stock!

Furthermore, the Fairy Bai Qingmei suffered a great loss, her magic weapon was damaged, and she lost face. She might harbor resentment towards them. With a slight smirk, she could easily give them a bad reputation within the Five Talismans Sect.

Huang Shouren, Bai Chengyu, Zhu Hecheng, and Wu Shuying met and discussed that they should not interfere in external affairs for the time being. No matter how much power they wielded, they could not extend their reach to other provinces or the Five Symbols Sect.

The most urgent task is to avoid becoming a laughing stock among our own people and to stabilize morale.

So the four decided to take the lead and organize another hunting party, inviting all the participants from the last one.

Therefore, the four major families generously provided a newly discovered, undeveloped secret realm, which was found jointly by the four families and was perfect for their use.

Inside, there are rare and precious treasures, but also dangers and the breeding of demons. Please join the previous participants on a hunting trip and explore the secret realm together.

They really went all out. Any rare treasures they found or monsters they hunted during their journey into the secret realm would belong to them personally.

Of course, the harvest is one's own, and one must also bear the responsibility for the death or injury.

The secret realm is vast and its depths are unknown. The area currently identified is over a hundred miles in circumference. If one were to rely solely on internal energy and travel on foot, how long would it take to reach the end of the world?

Therefore, participants are required to bring their own mounts; otherwise, they will be a burden. If they share a mount with others, they will cause trouble for others and increase the risk to the entire group.

Yang Silang carefully put away the letter. He was quite envious of the rewards from the secret realm, but he needed to prepare a good horse for the initial investment.

Buying one would cost a fortune; borrowing one from Sun and Ye is possible, but who can guarantee it will be returned undamaged?

He didn't know what the secret realm was, but since there were demonic beasts inside, it must be a dangerous place.

Even a person might not be safe inside, let alone a vehicle.

I have the money, but even if I intend to buy, I might not be able to find a suitable one.

Yang Silang has not yet made a decision.

Wang Daniu didn't ask what the letter was about. If it wasn't something important, Pei Buqi would have told him in person.

He wasn't interested in the secrets, but rather in the horses.

There were also more than twenty large horses in the martial arts hall. He had a good relationship with the grooms and could borrow them to ride, but they were not his own, so he didn't ride them very well.

"Fourth Brother... I'll take care of this for you!"

"It just so happens that the Martial Arts Academy is retiring a batch of old horses, so we need to purchase a new batch of warhorses immediately."

"I'll go with you and pick out the best one!"

Yang Silang had some doubts.

"Big Brother, you even know how to judge horses?"

Wang Daniu shook his head.

"I may not know how to judge horses, but I do know how to judge people!"

"The groom who feeds the horses here is an old groom. He used to be a wounded soldier who retired from the army. He's spent his whole life dealing with horses, so he knows what he's doing."

"If it doesn't cost much, I'll make the decision for you; if it costs a lot, I'll let you know."

Yang Silang thought about it and realized that he should focus on breaking through to the Wandering Soul Realm.

Wang Daniu is always reliable when it comes to purchasing things. Last time, when he made the "Fanjiang Chan Jia" (a type of toad-shaped pastry), everyone was satisfied and everyone was happy in the end. I think this time will be no different.

"Alright, Da Niu, you can handle this."

"By the way, Da Niu, I think that lamp you're holding is pretty good. Shall we trade it?"

"Huh?" Wang Daniu's face immediately fell.

night.

The newly bought lamp bursts into flame.

Yang Silang sat quietly, the last stick of calming incense burning brightly in the incense burner in front of him.

He exhaled two streams of fragrant mist from his nostrils, inhaling them all into his body. On the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, a faint, almost invisible light appeared.

When a person's soul is initially formed, it is invisible to the naked eye due to its extreme yin nature. Only when it grows to a certain extent can it emit light, which indicates that the strength of his soul has reached a new level.

at this time.

In the out-of-body state, the spirit sits upright, displaying the Dharma image of the Auspicious Heavenly Venerable, with the five hearts facing the sky.

Although small in size, its imposing aura was like a mountain. Its chest rose and fell, and its breathing was extremely slow. Gradually, the breathing rhythm of its soul and body synchronized. Specks of milky white light flashed in the room, which were the moonlight emanating from the sky and being inhaled by its soul.

at the same time.

Yang Silang's body also underwent changes. His blood and qi surged through his body like a rushing river, and his true qi in his dantian boiled like a whirlpool. His body was like a cauldron, with his blood and qi as fuel, which was being rapidly consumed.

In just a short while.

The blue armor surrounding the soul body seemed to have been coated with a layer of rust, gradually solidifying.

"call……"

Yang Silang slowly awoke from his meditative state, opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and ended his cultivation session.

His spirit had grown stronger, but he didn't feel as energetic as usual. That was because he was using the Soul Strengthening Method, burning his essence, energy, and spirit to forcibly cultivate his spirit.

This contrast is very unpleasant.

The strength of the spirit has increased, but the blood and qi in the body have declined and the true qi has been depleted. Normally, it is necessary to rest for a few days and nourish the body with elixirs and food.

The presence of calming incense can greatly shorten this process.

However, Yang Silang had a better option.

"Rejuvenation!"

With the use of his supernatural power, in an instant, his heart pounded powerfully, his blood surged, and his depleted true energy was replenished. Even his ethereal divine soul was restored, and Yang Silang became invigorated, returning to his peak condition.

Yang Silang initially used the Rejuvenation Divine Power to repair his body. Later, after practicing martial arts, he recovered his true energy. Finally, when he cultivated Taoist magic, he discovered that his soul power could also be replenished.

"This is somewhat similar to the merging of state reversal and the perfect body into one..."

After resting for a while, Yang Silang immediately sat cross-legged and resumed his practice.

in this way.

Yang Silang spent half the night using the Rejuvenation Divine Power four times in a row, until the calming incense in front of him burned down to just a stick with a dim glow.

I don't know when.

The newly bought lights are all turned off.

Above the physical body's head, the soul, sitting upright, suddenly opened its eyes and looked up.

"rise!"

The soul ascended into the air and, in the blink of an eye, passed through the roof and truly arrived outdoors.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew by.

call……

Yang Silang felt that his soul heard the howling wind, but fortunately, the armor on his body was as solid as a material, which effectively blocked the wind from the outside and also blocked most of the cold air in the "severe cold" outside.

Look up.

The moon in the sky is as big as a mountain, almost too big to see completely!

In a state of spiritual awareness, moonlight falls like snowflakes, landing on the soul body, which feels very comfortable. It feels like there is nothing to touch, yet one can feel waves of warmth.

Look down.

It was just a row of dark rooftops.

"The wind comes..."

Yang Silang's soul power circulated within his body, mobilizing the surrounding天地元气 (heaven and earth energy) to borrow a gust of wind from that gentle breeze and support it beneath his soul body; this was the Wind Control Technique.

call!

He instantly rose several meters!

From this perspective, one can have a complete view of the entire training ground.

The row houses lay prostrate in the darkness like silent behemoths, and the training ground was as vast as a plain.

Yang Silang knew that his soul was still weak, so he saw huge things. When he cultivated to the realm of possession and control of objects, his soul would grow stronger and taller, and he would no longer see everything as huge.

He got excited and rode the wind, covering the entire training ground in no time.

It felt as if he was riding on a wind carpet, soaring up and down at his will, covering a distance of several meters in the blink of an eye. That feeling was much more exciting than flying over the grass.

In reality, the relative speed might not be much faster, but the sensory intensity is completely different, after all, he only has a tiny one right now.

In the state of spiritual consciousness, one can clearly sense the martial artist's vital energy.

Among the row houses next door, the one with the most vigorous energy, resembling a ball of fire, must be Wang Daniu.

Curious, Yang Silang flew over and peered through the window. He saw that Da Niu was snoring loudly, with the "Record of Seeing Demons" half-covering his head. Above his head was an iron chain that locked the copper lamp he had exchanged with Yang Silang that day.

Whose good person hangs an iron chain on their lamp?

There's nothing to see here.

Yang Silang flew into the sky again.

The courtyards of the various instructors were connected.

He looked at his room. Because they were of the same origin, he could not see the concentration of qi and blood in his body. He could only "see" a bright light shining in his Niwan Palace, illuminating his way back.

That's the Corpse Lamp. The higher his cultivation level, the brighter the Corpse Lamp becomes, allowing wandering souls to move further.

The neighboring courtyards were deserted.

However, in one courtyard, there were two clusters of qi and blood, one strong and one weak. The stronger one had limited qi and blood, not even reaching the Copper Skin Realm; the weaker one was just an ordinary person at a lower level, and didn't look very healthy.

If he weren't so close, he might not even be able to see it.

Wait a minute, the teacher next door should be home tonight.

He flew over to take a look and saw that the instructor's follower was embracing a girl with a pink head. The two of them were covered with a blanket and were fast asleep on the bed, naked and embracing each other.

This lackey is no good; he actually slept in the instructor's empty bed overnight.

Yang Silang ascended into the air again and looked towards the Martial Arts Pagoda.

Under his spiritual perception, he saw a thriving energy at the top of the tower, like a furnace. Just looking at it made Yang Silang feel extremely painful and uncomfortable.

Without a doubt, this must be the Grandmaster who has been in seclusion for many years, the one who guards the tower.

Further down, there was a wisp of demonic energy, from which hundreds of branches extended into the various rooms of the tower. This was Granny Tianjing.

He rode the wind forward, but when he reached a distance of ten zhang from the Martial Arts Tower, he had to stop and reduce his altitude.

Even a soul possesses the five senses: sight, hearing, taste, and touch. At this distance, he could feel the scorching, masculine energy of the Grandmaster who guarded the tower at the top, like a furnace. To him, a weak wandering soul, it was like a volcano. Getting this close was already his limit; any further and he felt his body was about to burn.

In addition, the sense of smell detected a demonic aura on Granny Tianjing, which was not a human scent, but a stone or jade scent, but it was not tainted with the smell of blood.

Yang Silang felt much more at ease.

Actually, he was never quite sure if what his grandmother had taught him was some kind of demonic power.

Now, seeing that his grandmother exuded a bewitching aura that was pure and not fishy, ​​he felt his last worry subside.

After riding the wind around the Martial Arts Tower a few times, Yang Silang went to observe every corner of the Martial Arts Hall, and even the stables. In the stables, the grooms were adding feed to the troughs, which was hay, bean cakes, and eggs.

As the coachman ate, he casually tucked a few eggs into his pocket, his movements natural and practiced.

The horses were happily eating with their heads down and didn't object, so the two sides got along naturally and harmoniously.

Yang Silang could see clearly from the sky that among so many horses, several were indeed showing signs of old age and could no longer bear the burden.

The horses in the martial arts academy were used frequently and intensively because the students often took exams in martial arts, archery, and horsemanship. They were replaced and replaced even faster than the horses in the regular army.

Build a doghouse in front of the stable.

The dog was sleeping soundly when a gust of cold wind blew in, and it instinctively woke up, barking wildly at the sky a few times.