Chapter 118: This Place Is No Longer Fit for Cultivation—Setting Off for Mo City

Hoo…

Yu Xian let out a long breath, expelling the remaining impurities from his dantian—residue left behind by the heavenly energy during his Foundation Establishment that had washed over his organs, Qi sea, and meridians.

His entire body began to emit a faint glow.

This wasn’t just a metaphor.

It was real—an almost imperceptible light shimmered over his skin.

A glowing body?

Only those with golden skin and jade-like bones would exhibit such a phenomenon!

Of course, Yu Xian’s body hadn’t reached that level yet. If a Golden Core expert came now and dueled him with only their physical strength, Yu Xian would still be at a disadvantage.

But to already show signs of golden skin and jade bones at early Foundation Establishment… what kind of transformation would occur when he eventually forms his Golden Core?

Only now did Yu Xian truly understand what Zheng Huo meant when he once told him:

“When you form your core one day, your strength will be enhanced threefold.”

The benefits of first cultivating the body before the Dao were now clear.

He stepped out of bed and suppressed the faint glow on his skin. His body felt light and powerful—an overwhelming strength coursed through him.

His mind had never felt so crystal clear.

With a slight lift of his palm, an extremely dense spiritual energy appeared, swirling in his hand—dozens of times stronger than before.

This was the Qi of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The elm tree on his foundation platform swayed gently.

With its help, Yu Xian’s rate of spiritual energy absorption was now dozens of times faster than before!

Compared to Qi Condensation cultivators, this level of energy control and replenishment was like a river compared to a stream.

With such capacity, he could now cast his Cloud Soaring Technique effortlessly, increasing his flight speed two or three times.

Taking a single step, he shot out of the wooden hut like a startled swan.

Outside, there was no trace of anyone—no people, and not even the aura of any of his spirit beasts.

“Heh… so that’s how it is…”

Yu Xian froze for a moment, then chuckled, “Looks like they helped me dodge a bullet after all. Fortunately, those intruders left after getting what they wanted—otherwise, I might’ve been in real danger.”

He could guess what happened: those unknown cultivators were drawn to his eight spirit beasts and arrived on the island, only to stumble upon his Foundation Establishment process.

Fearing there might be a powerful guardian present, they took the spirit beasts and fled.

Those eight beasts, conservatively valued at over 100,000 spirit stones, would be considered a fortune even to Foundation Establishment cultivators.

But Yu Xian had seen mountains of treasure and oceans of gold before. He wasn’t too concerned about mere spirit stones.

“Those ten thousand stones were the price I paid to survive.”

If those cultivators had barged in and disrupted his breakthrough, the resulting failure could have been a devastating blow—a scar that would last a lifetime.

Besides, if he hadn’t let the spirit beasts out to roam freely, none of this would’ve happened—but such things couldn’t be predicted.

After all, beasts left in storage for too long would suffer or even die.

This was an external calamity.

All beings face external calamities—some must be faced head-on and cannot be avoided.

Having lost the eight beasts, Yu Xian now had nineteen remaining in his beast pouch.

Now that he had broken through to Foundation Establishment, the surrounding spiritual energy felt pitifully thin. Even his normal breathing and Qi circulation exceeded what the environment could supply.

The beasts? Not worth worrying about.

“This place is no longer suitable for cultivation,” he muttered, glancing around.

Compared to Qi Condensation, his Foundation-level cultivation demanded exponentially more energy. Here, it would be a loss instead of gain.

Spiritual energy was the lifeblood of cultivation.

Without hesitation, Yu Xian waved his hand, sending a fireball into the wooden hut, reducing it to ashes.

Most of the herbs he had planted had either died in the transplantation process or had long since matured and been harvested over the past two years.

With nothing left to delay him, he stepped forward and rose into the air.

Compared to the narrow trickle of spiritual Qi he had while in Qi Condensation, his current energy flow was like a rushing river.

Cloud Soaring Technique? Now effortless. Incredibly fast!

He no longer needed basic movement techniques like Gale Step or Wind Dash—they were now obsolete.

Standing tall with his hands behind his back, riding a soft cloud beneath his feet, Yu Xian soared forward. His flowing robes, sharp gaze, and powerful aura finally exuded a true immortal’s air.

Now that he had formed his Foundation, Yu Xian had three goals:

Find his master.

If his master had truly become a wandering cultivator near the Baiyun Sect region, and was at the Golden Core level, someone must know of him. Yu Xian could inquire or look for descriptions to identify him.

Dispose of useless items.

He had too many low-grade artifacts, pills, and charms on him—items that were now beneath his level. Even talismans that once held the power of late Foundation attacks were now weaker than a casual strike from him.

Only talismans carrying the power of peak Foundation or Golden Core attacks were worth keeping.

Return to Great Elm Village one last time to settle his inner attachments.

Flying at mid-altitude, around 400 zhang, Yu Xian could oversee a 300-mile radius.

Though Eastern Continent had split into two major factions after the war, the changes were mostly superficial.

Scattered cultivators were still struggling.

Marketplaces, trading zones—all still operated normally.

The reality was: nothing had really changed.

The only difference was this:

A few Nascent Soul elders had died.
A few dozen Golden Core experts were gone.
A few hundred rogue cultivators were dead.
And hundreds of thousands of disciples and rogue cultivators in Qi Condensation had perished.

The power of the Eastern cultivation world had been drastically reduced.

As powerful cultivators fought for resources and control, the weaker ones were trampled—struggling in chaos, helplessly becoming stepping stones for the strong.

After flying for half a day, Yu Xian spotted a city in the distance.

It was clearly not a mortal city, for the defensive array stretched into the heavens, and the no-fly formation exerted pressure from over a hundred miles away!

As he neared, his Cloud Soaring Technique was affected, the pull of the no-fly formation subtly urging him to land.

Above this city, flying was forbidden.

A city with this level of formation wasn’t some ordinary trading post.

At the very least, it was on par with Clear Spring City.

Yu Xian descended thirty miles from the city, entering a dense forest, and with a flick of his hand, summoned two spirit beasts:

A Twin-Tailed Yellow Fox, excellent for alchemy.
A Black Armored Goose, prized for its nutritional value.

Both were extremely valuable.

Leading one in each hand, Yu Xian strolled out leisurely toward the city.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator with a couple of 10,000-spirit-stone beasts? Totally normal.

Along the way, some cultivators cast curious or envious glances, others showed jealousy or disdain.

But none showed greed.

Because when your strength matches your wealth, no matter how much you show off, it’s justified.

People might envy you, scorn you, or grumble—but they won’t try to steal from you.

If you lack strength, however, and flaunt wealth?

You become bait for wolves.

When Yu Xian was still at late Qi Condensation, selling anything beyond his level had to be done in secrecy, always on edge.

But now?

He walked proudly—open and fearless.

Other Foundation cultivators simply assumed he had gotten unbelievably lucky.

“Where the hell did this guy find such good beasts?”

With long strides, Yu Xian arrived at the massive city gates after about two incense sticks’ time.

“Mo Spirit City…”

Reading the three majestic characters etched in silver calligraphy, Yu Xian mused:

“Does the City Lord’s surname happen to be ‘Mo’?”

With a wry smile, he stepped confidently into Mo Spirit City.