Chapter 114: Five Months of Peaceful Cultivation, Visitor Seeks Xu Haoming
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A month passed in the blink of an eye.
During this month, Yu Xian either rode the Cloud Heron or traveled on foot, unknowingly covering over a hundred thousand li.
Due to the recent war between the Rogue Cultivator Alliance and the major sects, there were far fewer rogue cultivators in the territories of both Baiyun Sect and the Medicine King Valley.
Along the way, Yu Xian passed through at least ten marketplaces, all sparsely populated. The stronger cultivators had been drawn away by the war, and in the resulting decline, even Qi Condensation Great Perfection cultivators were considered local tyrants capable of ruling an entire market.
Of course, Yu Xian had no interest in seizing these places to establish dominance. He simply pressed forward, reaching within a thousand li of Baiyun Sect’s territory within a month.
The towering main peak of Baiyun Sect was now in sight. However, it had been occupied by a single Core Formation cultivator, a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators, and around a thousand Qi Condensation rogue cultivators, who were busy rebuilding.
Meanwhile, news of the appearance of the Sky Demons had spread across the entire Eastern Continent.
It was said that even reclusive experts had been shocked into emerging and were heading toward Medicine King Valley!
After all, with transmission talismans, magic tools, and spiritual orders, this terrifying news traveled extremely fast.
Yu Xian didn’t know exactly how many experts had gone to eliminate the Sky Demons, but he sincerely hoped they would all be wiped out.
After arriving in the Baiyun Sect region, Yu Xian spent another two months circling the surroundings, searching for any trace or information about his master, Xiao Wusheng, but came up empty-handed.
He had no choice but to give up.
Snow began to fall from the sky.
Yu Xian stood atop a mountain peak.
He had been wandering all year—leaving home, searching, and ultimately falling into a daze. It felt like he had accomplished nothing.
“Another New Year…”
He looked toward Baiyun Sect’s massive mountain and whispered to himself, “Master… I’m an adult now… I’ve truly grown up… Where are you?”
Snowflakes drifted down—another year passed.
Yu Xian turned eighteen this year.
Letting out a soft sigh, he stepped off the cliff.
Behind the mountain, there was a clearing about a mu in size (roughly 1/6 acre), filled with spiritual grass sprouts. Eight types of spiritual beasts, along with the Cloud Heron, were confined in separate enclosures, each restricted to a small range by formations so they couldn’t escape.
At the center stood a simple wooden hut.
Using Windwalking Technique, Yu Xian landed and walked inside.
The hut was plain—just a wooden bed and a meditation mat.
Yu Xian sat cross-legged in front of the mat, gazing at the falling snow outside with a calm expression.
This would be his temporary home—well hidden, and the ambient spiritual energy was not very dense, so it was unlikely to attract other cultivators.
He had planted spiritual grass that would slowly grow. Most ordinary spiritual herbs would be ready in a year or two.
He had found these seeds in storage bags looted from others—ranging from first- to third-grade herbs. After all, disciples from Medicine King Valley not only refined pills but also cultivated herbs.
As for the spiritual beasts in the bags—eighteen in total—he let eight or nine out in turns to breathe fresh air for a few days. Keeping them confined too long would cause them to suffocate or go mad.
For now, this arrangement would do.
Letting out a breath, Yu Xian closed his eyes.
The past year had been full of upheaval and disorder, with too much happening at once. He hoped this new year would be better.
Soft green wood-attributed spiritual energy began to circulate. Though the surrounding environment had thin spiritual energy, Yu Xian’s extreme-grade storage bag acted like a high-quality gathering formation, concentrating energy around him even better than the sect’s training halls.
With the Ten Thousand Lifespring Wood Technique operating, his superior-grade wood spiritual root gleamed, and his sea of Qi expanded from 3.7 to 3.8 zhang.
His cultivation was progressing steadily.
Although it couldn’t compare to the explosive growth he had once gained from absorbing energy from the Bamboo Lady, it was still stable.
He still didn’t understand how his mother’s foundational “Elm Heart Basic Qi Condensation Technique” could have absorbed a trace of a Nascent Soul powerhouse’s spiritual energy. Such an expert could control their aura with absolute precision—stealing from them should have been impossible.
It was clearly the cultivation method itself that was unusual.
Though the Elm Heart Technique appeared basic and slow compared to the Ten Thousand Lifespring Wood Technique, it clearly had secrets.
Still, Yu Xian had set it aside for now. Its cultivation speed was too slow. He would study it again once he reached a higher level.
His training continued—three wood vines circled him, now thicker and clearly forming a fourth.
Time passed quickly.
Five months later…
He was still at Qi Condensation Great Perfection, but his physical body had grown significantly stronger. His vine technique had progressed—four vines, each ten zhang long and over a foot thick, now danced with incredible force.
He also used his free time to practice the Jade Spirit Sword Art, a genuine fourth-tier technique that would be a premium elective even in major sword sects.
Combined with the Jade Spirit Sword, its power was considerable. Yu Xian could now control it freely within a 30-zhang radius, releasing half-zhang sword energy at will. Soon, he’d be able to launch sword strikes from a distance.
Outside, the spiritual grasses were thriving. The first- and second-grade herbs were close to maturity. The third-grade ones still had years to go, but Yu Xian wasn’t worried.
His goal was to reach Foundation Establishment before leaving.
One day, Yu Xian walked outside to switch the spiritual beasts—releasing another group and recalling those who had just returned.
The beasts had learned not to stray far. The pain from the restriction arrays taught them discipline.
Still, Yu Xian muttered, “Letting you roam freely like this is risky. If you’re caught, you’ll be treated as unowned beasts and hunted.”
He sighed again. “Once the first-tier herbs mature, I’ll refine some spirit beast pills so you’ll stop wandering. Or maybe I’ll just sell you all.”
These were not battle beasts but livestock—for transport or materials. Without the strength to protect them or enough wealth to use them, Yu Xian could only wait until after he reached Foundation Establishment.
Only then could he manage everything he currently possessed, including preparing for the next phase—refining the Foundation Pill, then forming his Core and eventually a Nascent Soul.
As he thought this, Yu Xian was preparing to switch the beasts when suddenly—his expression shifted!
With a wave of his hand, formations lit up around him, forming a protective barrier over a one-li radius.
It wasn’t powerful, but it would hold against anyone below mid-Foundation Establishment.
From afar, six figures flew in!
“Here it is! I saw that White-Striped Spirit Deer disappear around here. Its den must be nearby!”
“Eh? Look over there!”
“Someone’s cultivating here…”
“Could that spirit deer belong to him?”
“Let’s go see!”
The voices were faint but clearly reached Yu Xian’s ears.
The six landed outside his formation.
“This formation isn’t much. If we attack together, we can break it in a breath.”
“You idiot! If you break someone’s formation, you’re picking a fight. Can you win for sure?”
“S-Sorry, Senior Brother Xu…”
Then a voice called out, “May I ask who’s inside? I am Xu Haoming of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance. May we meet?”
Yu Xian’s brow twitched.
With another wave of his hand, the formation dimmed, revealing his presence.
He saw the six. He didn’t recognize most of them, but one middle-aged man—even after nearly two years—he remembered.
Xu Haoming, from the old artifact refining shop!
Xu Haoming spotted him too. Though Yu Xian had grown more mature, his features hadn’t changed much.
“Ah! Junior Brother Yu!”
“Senior Brother Xu!”
Yu Xian smiled, returning the greeting. “Congratulations on your Foundation Establishment breakthrough!”
Indeed, Xu Haoming now emitted the aura of a true Foundation Establishment cultivator—a great leap from his former self.
Xu Haoming laughed. “And you’ve reached Qi Condensation Great Perfection—also worth celebrating!”
Yu Xian smiled politely, then asked, “Senior Brother Xu, what’s the current state of Baiyun Sect? Are you now a member of the Alliance?”
“Ah… haha…” Xu Haoming let out an awkward laugh. “Junior Brother, why ask what you already know? Baiyun Sect has long fallen. Those of us who surrendered naturally joined the Alliance. But you—hiding out here—aren’t you afraid of being discovered?”
His tone was vaguely mocking, and the others with him looked unfriendly.
When Baiyun Sect fell, most surviving disciples joined the Alliance. This was understandable.
But Yu Xian’s words seemed to imply moral judgment, which rubbed them the wrong way.
Xu Haoming’s casual rebuttal put Yu Xian on the spot.
Yu Xian’s expression remained calm. “I was merely asking. The sect is gone, and everyone scattered. I too came here to hide. I just didn’t expect to meet you.”
Then one of the others scoffed, “Senior Brother, let’s stop wasting time. That White-Striped Spirit Deer must be hidden here!”
The rest all looked greedy.
This spirit beast’s flesh could enhance cultivation, and its organs and core were valuable alchemical materials.
“Shut up! Don’t be rude!” Xu Haoming barked, frowning.
Then, smiling, he turned to Yu Xian. “Junior Brother Yu, is the deer here? I could really use it.”
Yu Xian didn’t hide anything. “Yes, the deer is here. But, Senior Brother, I’ll only consider giving it to you if you answer one question.”
“Oh?” Xu Haoming’s eyes gleamed. “What would you like to know? If I can answer, I will.”
Yu Xian nodded seriously. “Senior Brother Xu, do you know what happened to Xiao Wusheng—the alchemy hall master? Did he surrender? Escape? Or… fall in battle?”
