Cultivation: Starting with Farming in the Spiritual Pivot Grotto

Chapter 56 Descending the Mountain on a Snowy Night

The sails are lowered amidst the sea of ​​clouds, and snow blankets the cold mountains.

Snowflakes drifted and swirled in the wind, blanketing the thousand-mile-long spiritual veins of Yunfu Sect.

Thousands of peaks are covered in snow, and ten thousand valleys are frost-covered. Ancient pines in the mountains are shrouded in snow mist, and palaces and buildings are all wrapped in a layer of pure white.

The flying boat broke through the clouds and landed steadily on the mountaintop platform.

Li Ya rolled down, his boots crunching softly over the thick snow.

The north wind was like a knife, but it was all blocked by the true energy.

Back at Yunfu Sect, Xie Daoyun's languid expression returned, and she gently stretched her body, her voice soft and sweet.

"It's still most comfortable to be on your own turf!"

"You three have wasted a few days. You must go back and cultivate diligently. The wine that Uncle Shen gave you is top-notch, so don't waste it."

The three bowed in agreement and waited for her to go first, then trudged through the snow back to their respective courtyards for quiet meditation.

Li Ya walked through the snow, the cold wind blowing and the snow falling in the mountains, making the noise much less loud.

Back at Qingmu Pavilion, the snow in the courtyard was already knee-deep.

Li Ya felt as if he had been transported to another world. If Dugu City was a bustling prefecture, then Yunfu Sect was just like the countryside.

"What is the purpose of spiritual practice? It is so that one does not miss any moment of magnificent splendor!"

His sudden remark surprised Senior Brother Lingji.

"Brother Xiaoya, why do you think this way?"

With a wave of his sleeve, Senior Brother Lingji unleashed a surge of true energy that transformed into a small tornado, clearing away all the snow that had accumulated in the courtyard.

"It was just a strange thought that popped into my head."

Upon hearing this, Senior Brother Lingji took out the strong liquor given to him by Shen Wuhuo, lit it on a small stove to warm it, and then slowly spoke.

"How many cultivators can truly achieve immortality? Our cultivation, to put it bluntly, is so that we can do whatever we want!"

Li Ya sat down, smiled, and shook his head.

"Senior brother, you're wrong!"

"Oh?" Senior Brother Lingji was somewhat surprised, but he wanted to hear his insightful opinion.

"Why is that?"

"Senior brother, do whatever you want, it's not difficult!"

"The difficult thing is being able to choose not to do what you don't want to do!"

After a moment's thought, Senior Brother Lingji understood the meaning.

"Let's float a little white cup!"

Then he filled the small wine glass.

……

As night fell, snow fell heavily outside the house, covering the ancient trees with snow, and the cold wind swept through the courtyard.

Li Chen sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and regulated his breathing, his Qi flowing smoothly.

Within the Feishu acupoint, the Chensu Tiandu Sword Pill lies dormant, its sharpness concealed, its surface translucent and white.

It was closely connected to his soul and mind, trembling slightly with his breath, as if sensing Li Ya's killing intent, flickering between light and shadow.

Night falls heavily over the green mountains, and the wind and snow blanket everything.

He slowly got up, pushed open the door, and walked out into the snow.

Lingji Shixing heard the commotion. He smiled slightly but did not move. Instead, he continued to refine the spiritual energy in the wine.

Li Ya had no intention of hiding it. The mountain path was covered with thick snow, the trees were covered in frost, and the cold wind swirled snowflakes in his face.

Sifang Town had long since lost its daytime hustle and bustle; all the shops along the street were closed and locked, and the entire long street was covered with white snow, with only Li Ya's elongated shadow visible.

Fragments of memories about Wang Wu kept flooding back. Why did Wang Wu treat him this way? The word "human nature" couldn't explain it. Li Ya wanted to know why.

Wang Wu was not the only son in his family. He had an older brother, Wang Zhu, who was unable to take over the family business because he was born with a leg defect, which was considered undignified.

This lending business was started after Wang Wu took over.

Unlike Wang Wu, Wang Zhu's life, like his physical condition, was undignified.

Even when it was late at night, Wang Zhu could still be seen rummaging through swill buckets in the back alleys of various restaurants.

He only dared to come out at night, and could not leave Sifang Town.

Nobody wants to offend Wang Wu, that mad dog, so it's not entirely out of fear, but just disgust.

Therefore, even if someone were willing to lend a helping hand to Wang Zhu, they would back down because of Wang Wu.

In the dead of night, with wind and snow raging, no one wanted to stay on the street.

The leftover food in the slop bucket was frozen together. Wang Zhu heard the sound of footsteps on snow behind him, turned around and glanced at it, his pupils shrinking.

He hurriedly wrapped the frozen swill in his robe and tried to drag his broken leg away.

"Brother Zhu, it's me!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Wang Zhuxian was startled, and the swill he had been carrying fell to the ground.

When he realized what was happening, he didn't respond, but instead left even faster. But with his half-crippled body, how fast could he go?

"Bang!"

In the end, he wasn't paying attention and fell hard into the snow.

Li Ya didn't help him up, but simply said something.

"Tonight I'm going to kill the servants who serve Wang Wu."

After saying that, he ignored Wang Zhu and left the alley.

In the snow, Wang Zhu buried his face in it, making sounds that were neither crying nor laughing.

After a while, he finally climbed to the fallen swill and stuffed it into his mouth, but his murky eyes gradually became clear and sharp.

……

In Baihua Lane, the Prince's Mansion was brightly lit.

Li Chen stood quietly in the night on the long street, looking at this shabby family background.

The wind and snow muffled the sound, the night concealed the form.

Li Ya's figure swayed slightly, like flowing clouds passing by, and he silently entered the mansion. Without stopping, he went straight to the residence of the rogue cultivator.

Inside the courtyard, warm lamps flickered, and steam rose, isolating the area from the harsh winds and snow outside.

Zhou Can sat cross-legged on the wooden couch, closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, circulated his internal energy, and inhaled and exhaled spiritual energy.

He knew that as a rogue cultivator, reaching the fourth level of Qi Refining was already a stroke of good fortune, as his foundation had been shattered in his early years, leaving him vulnerable and with no hope of making any further progress in his lifetime.

He then accepted Wang Wu's offerings and became his personal protector. After all, this prince was really bold enough to lend money to cultivators. Seeing the servants of the Yunfu Sect unable to pay the interest and kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, Zhou Can couldn't help but sneer. What kind of cultivator was this?

At this moment, he felt inexplicably agitated and extremely annoyed. Those Yunfu Sect cultivators from a few days ago really deserved to die.

After that, Zhou Can began to cultivate diligently, hoping to break through the barriers and reach the edge of the fifth level of Qi Refining by chance.

The warmth inside the room now felt somewhat stuffy, and Zhou Can suddenly pushed open the door and went straight into the courtyard.

Li Ya, hidden in the shadows, had eyes as cold as water, but the pent-up emotions in his heart were about to burst forth.

The moment the thought forms, the killing begins!

laugh!

Li Ya's true energy surged into the Nine Yang Talisman Sword, causing flames to flicker across its entire body. The sound of air being torn apart instantly shattered the tranquility of the courtyard.

Upon seeing the sudden appearance of the firelight, Zhou Can's pupils shrank to needle size. He quickly circulated his true energy, took out a huge pair of golden scissors from his Sumeru bag, and tightly clamped down on the talisman sword.

Zhou Can had spent many years in this fourth level, and his true energy surged towards Li Ya like a giant wave.

Qinglan unleashed all her true energy to block this full-force attack, and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Having only just entered the fourth level, the impact of this true energy still caused a slight stinging sensation in his internal organs.

At this moment, the two were only an arm's length apart.

Li Ya's mind stirred again, and he uttered a single word.

"kill!"

"Buzz!"

A clear sword cry rang out, and a gleaming white sword light, like a frost dragon tearing through the sky, burst forth from the body.

Click!

A crisp, ear-piercing cracking sound rang out. Zhou Can's protective true energy, along with the golden scissors in front of him, failed to impede the sword light in the slightest and were instantly pierced by it.

The golden scissors shattered with a crash, but the sword pellet's power remained undiminished, locking onto Zhou Can's dantian and passing straight through.

The sharp sword energy instantly shattered his dantian, tearing apart the foundation of his true qi that he had painstakingly cultivated over decades.

"Who doesn't carry a sword when they fight, you idiot!"

Zhou Can's eyes were bloodshot, and he felt waves of excruciating pain coming from his dantian, so he couldn't utter a single word.

Only then did he realize that the person who came was Li Ya. He thought it was just his imagination. It had only been a short time since they last met, and his cultivation had already reached this level.

"what……"

Zhou Can roared in fury, but Li Ya merely guided the sword pellet back into its sheath.

Whether it was from the bloodshed or not, the sword pellet seemed to have become more ferocious.

Li Ya looked at Zhou Can lying on the ground without any emotion. He grabbed Zhou Can's hair and dragged him out of the courtyard like a dead dog.

The guards who rushed over upon hearing the commotion, upon seeing this scene, dared not utter a word and took a step back.

"Which room is Wang Wu in?"

"I'll only ask once!"

The guard didn't say anything, but his eyes subconsciously glanced to the side.

Thank you!

After Li Ya finished speaking, he continued to drag Zhou Can along.

Having lost all power to resist, Zhou Can made a "hoho" sound.