Chapter 2: Breakthrough at the Kuyuan Spiritual Well!

Therefore, Ye Yang said nothing and waited for Bai Zizheng to continue speaking.

Sure enough, Bai Zizhen glanced at Ye Yang.

"My dear nephew, you are indeed a precocious genius. What I just said is just the surface. The rest is all here! Please take a closer look."

After saying that, Bai Zizhen waved his hand, and a white parchment scroll fell into Ye Yang's hands.

"Your visit to 'Cha Zi Zhang's' house was just an excuse. Your real purpose was to go to Feng Xue Xiao Si on your way back and wait for follow-up arrangements..."

"There are seniors from the sect waiting here."

"Do you have any specific requests?"

Fengxue Xiaosi belongs to Wangyue Mountain, which is a dangerous peak created by nature and a stream polished by water. It is hidden in the deep mountains and swamps and few people go there.

"When the time comes, you can just hand this item over to the elders of the sect, and you can keep it for now."

Bai Zizhen threw a white bag towards Ye Yang. It was tied with a red rope and it was impossible to tell what was inside.

"Although the environment of Wangyue Mountain is bitter and cold, there is a famous independent cultivator called 'Shaoyang Sword' Wang Sandao."

"Although this person is a solitary traveler, he has already reached the state of refining evil spirit and condensing clear light. He will soon break through to the seventh level of warrior."

"Could it be that the sect wants to recruit this person?"

After Ye Yang heard what Bai Zizheng said, he knew that Feitian Sect wanted to recruit this independent cultivator and asked him to go out and deliver things, guessing that the sect's top leaders would not be in a position to do so.

"You are indeed smart. This is exactly what the sect wants. Do it well. After completing the task, there will be an extraordinary reward waiting for you!"

After finishing speaking, Bai Zizhen smiled mysteriously: "I will definitely satisfy you!"

Ye Yang looked back, but saw that Bai Zizhen's figure was still missing in the distance. In the snow, he could only vaguely see a figure walking away on plum blossoms.

Uncle Bai's full name is Bai Zizhen. He is one of the 'Three Elders and Four Vajras' of Feitian Sect. He has reached the sixth level of martial arts and is known as 'Chasing the Wind'.

Although one of its legs is lame, it is nicknamed "Night Stepping on Plum Fragrance". Its real life form is a flying deer with extremely fast speed, so it is also called Plum Stepping King Kong.

A few years ago, Feitianmen was attacked by a sniper. Bai Zizheng ran out of the door at night, a ray of green light chasing the bright moon, and stepping on red plums and leaving.

As a result, the red plum blossoms had not yet fallen to the ground, but the man had already left the sect gate, leaving behind the fragrance of plum blossoms and a great reputation.

……

It was a windy and snowy day with dark clouds. After seeing Bai Zizhen off, Ye Yang pushed open the wooden door.

A crunch.

There were some snowflakes falling on the door lintel. He brushed off the snow on his collar and walked to a sturdy old persimmon tree.

This old persimmon tree has black bark that is mottled and cracked, like the skin of an old dragon.

There were only a few red persimmons hanging on the top, which were forgotten to be picked in the autumn and left over into the winter.

After experiencing frost, snow, hail and cold rain, it becomes even more blood-red, which is particularly eye-catching among the white snow.

Ye Yang raised his hand and shook it, and the snowflakes in the yard dispersed, revealing a thick layer of stone slabs.

He lifted the stone slab and a dry bluestone well appeared next to the tree. A clear and fresh smell rushed into his mind.

This spiritual well stands on the fulcrum of the scattered spiritual veins of Feitianmen.

Over the years, Ye Yang's practice has also benefited from the help of this spiritual well.

His father, Ye Hu, was also a high-ranking figure in Feitian Sect. At his peak, he was the head of the Feitian Sect's Guardian Hall.

He is in charge of the rewards, appointments, transfers, promotions, and pensions of more than twenty martial arts realm protectors.

It's a pity that he was killed while guarding Taohuawu a few years ago. In order to avoid attracting attention and unnecessary trouble, Ye Yang used thick bluestone slabs to cover the spirit well to prevent the spiritual energy from leaking out.

Ye Yang sat cross-legged beside the well and practiced diligently. When he moved, a hazy green light came from all around.

The wind and snow were blowing. After an unknown amount of time, Ye Yang slowly opened his eyes.

Only then did I realize that it was almost dusk without me noticing.

"Finally broke through to the late stage of ventilation! Reached the seventh level of ventilation."

Ye Yang looked inward at his body. After breaking through to the seventh level of ventilation, strands of gas as thin as spider silk entangled, swam, and compressed in his internal organs and meridians throughout his body.

After a few breaths, these wisps of gas twisted into spiral energy, forming a series of tough gases.

"I hope to awaken my advanced life force during the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony, so that my cultivation will be easier in the future."

Over the years, he practiced diligently, and with the self-control of an adult, he always stayed one step ahead of others.

But the further he went on, the more he felt he was running out of energy. He knew it was due to his limited qualifications.

After sighing, Ye Yang's eyes became firm again.

"The most taboo in spiritual practice is to be exposed to the sun for one day and cold for ten days. Only by persisting every day and making progress every day can we follow the right path."

He stood up gently and covered the bluestone slab again.

After a while, the sky cleared up, the snowflakes became smaller, and the night wind disappeared.

It was just a light snow mixed with snow like hail, rain and fog, which wet a part of the window made of blue and white paper.

Ye Yang was about to light the charcoal fire, but he didn't expect that at this moment there was a light knock on the door.

The sound was crisp. Although Ye Yang felt strange, he still stood up and opened the wooden door.

Outside the door was a maid dressed in green, with a round face, fair skin, two pigtails, and a body covered with snowflakes.

"Holly, what's wrong?"

The maid heard Ye Yang speak and hurriedly said, "Sir, Bai Jin Gang said that one of your relatives has come to the sect, and asked me to come and invite you?"

"what?"

Ye Yang was stunned, surprised and happy
"Are you here to break off the engagement? Take me there quickly."

I don’t know how many predecessors who traveled through time rose to prominence and became more powerful than anyone else just because they were broken off in engagement.

Ye Yang had lived a hard life these years and had long felt that something was wrong. It was only when the maid reminded him today that he realized where the problem lay.

It turned out that the one missing was a fiancée who came to break off the engagement.

"Sir, that's not right. Miss Zhu was sent to the mountain gate recently. She came to see you specially."

"Besides, the Zhu family also gave me pearls and white jade. I'm afraid they want you to take care of them in the future."

"What's more, no matter how poor our Feitian Sect is, it is still a sect. The Zhu family is just a poor family. They are lucky to be able to marry into our family. How dare they cancel the engagement?"

Ye Yang coughed dryly, and then he remembered that his deceased father did have an old friend, but later, his father died early and the two sides never interacted again.

He devoted himself to spiritual practice and did not take the matter to heart, so he forgot about it.

Hearing that he was not here to cancel the engagement, Ye Yang couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable and waved his hands.

"In that case, take me there."

(End of this chapter)