Sovereign to Immortality

Chapter 12 – Completion

After returning home, the entire family was pleasantly surprised when Yang Junshan found out about the Cyan Red Steel and the Supreme Profound Pellet. Han Xiumei, who was originally somewhat worried about the matters regarding the Banyan Mountain, was also amused when he heard about the help of the three Mysterious Spirithail Pellets.

In the evening, under the cheers of Yang Junping and his, the whole family ate another sweet and fragrant spirit rice meal. After that, Yang Junping was called to the side room to soak in the medicinal bath, and the ten year old Yang Junping was about to undergo the aptitude test. In order to quickly be able to test the spirit cavities in his body, any cultivator clan that had conditions would have to make some preparations beforehand for their children.

Although the Chenyu County Yang family of Yang Tiangang’s family could be considered as a Prominent Class family in the entire county, they had still collected some simple and crude body forging medicine formulas. Although Yang Tiangang had already split up, his accumulation over the past three years had been within the capabilities of his children.

Yang Junshan then went back to the spirit well to prepare for cultivation. Originally, the well had a stone board engraved with runes to prevent the Spirit Qi inside from leaking, normally only a Martial Realm Cultivator like Yang Tiangang could open it, but now, in order to make it convenient for Yang Junshan to cultivate, Yang Junshan’s father had opened the well in advance.

In the quiet backyard, the insects’ chirping could only be heard. The silver moonlight shined on the ground, adding a layer of tranquility to the surroundings. It was a good time to meditate and cultivate.

Yang Junshan sat cross-legged beside the well. He first channeled the Wutu Spiritual Art and cultivated it for a full cycle, allowing himself to be more used to changing his cultivation methods. Only then did he take out a Spirit Attraction Pill from the wooden box he carried around and put it into his mouth.

In order to neutralize these flavors, a large amount of honey would often be added to the medicinal pills. Moreover, since the medicinal pills were extremely rough on the herbs, the taste of the medicinal pills could be described as strange.

This Spirit Attraction Pill released a terrible stench after it was chewed in his mouth. Although the pill was mixed with the honey, it made the sweet smell even more disgusting. Even though Yang Junshan had already prepared before taking the pill, he still almost vomited when he chewed it.

Holding his breath, Yang Junshan randomly chewed and swallowed the medicine in his mouth. Not caring about channeling his spirit arts to cultivate, but instead, drinking the entire jar of spirit water at the well, feeling that the heaven’s stench that was rushing to his head had disappeared, Yang Junshan quickly calmed his mind and started to circulate the [Wutu Spiritual Art] to cultivate.

It was also due to the fact that Yang Junshan’s body was currently hiding a hundred year old soul. Otherwise, how could a twelve year old youth be able to quickly immerse himself in cultivation under the impact of this strange smell?

Yang Junshan could already feel a wave of spirit qi rising up, rushing left and right in his stomach, although this spirit qi was not considered rich, but it was at least thicker than the spirit well’s spirit qi.

The circulation of the Wutu Spiritual Art in Yang Junshan’s body became more and more smooth, and with every circulation, he was able to takhread of spirit energy from his stomach and fill up the meridians and blood vessels around the two spiritual cavities in his body.

The spiritual incantation he cultivated already had an extremely high concentration and utilization of spiritual energy, but it was still unavoidable for him to waste a small portion of the spiritual energy contained within the medicinal pills during the process of cultivation.

Yesterday, Yang Junshan had specifically cultivated the Wutu Spiritual Art to reduce the amount of spirit energy accumulated in his body during the previous year of cultivation by half, but he had still managed to cultivate the first level of Mortal Realm to the perfection stage, so the meridians and blood vessels surrounding the two spirit cavities had already been expanded. Now, he only needed to replenish the spirit energy that was lacking, and with this, it would be much easier for Yang Junshan to recover to the perfection stage of the first stage.

The Spiritual Art circulated for three days in his body, and the energy from the medicinal pill swallowed into his stomach was completely absorbed. If it was before, the Earth Shrouding Spiritual Art from the Yang family would probably take four to five weeks to finish refining. Of course, the time required for each cycle was much faster than the former.

After three cycles, he had already reached the peak of the moon, so Yang Junshan swallowed the second Spirit Attraction Pill and endured the indescribable taste as he poured the last half jar of Spirit Water into his stomach. He started another three cycles, but this time, the training time was much shorter.

After daybreak, Yang Junshan who had only slept for over two hours, was in high spirits and began to practice the Raging Bull Fist. The power between each move was much deeper and his skills were much more powerful, even Yang Junshan himself could feel that his fist arts had improved once again.

Even Han Xiumei complimented him with a smile: “Shan Er is truly enlightened now, after this set of fists, you don’t look like a novice who practices martial arts for a year, I think it will take at least ten years. His father, when you were young, could you compare to my son?”

All of a sudden, he heard his wife’s question. Yang Tiangang immediately returned his attention back to the beast in front of him, but instead let oueavy “hmph” from his mouth, and said: “But he’s only improved a little, he’s still far from it!”

How could Han Xiumei not know what her husband was thinking after seeing him for the past twenty years. Hearing her words, Han Xiumei couldn’t help but giggle.

The reason why Yang Junshan’s body refining fist technique progressed at sucapid pace was mainly because of his past life’s memories and experience that had begun to recover further. Furthermore, last night’s cultivation had allowed him to recover more than half of his strength from the first stage, and Wutu Spiritual Art was originally famous for its slow cultivation but vigorous accumulation, which allowed Yang Junshan’s fist technique to have a feeling of being able to move at a thousand miles a day.

After Yang Junshan finished his Mang Ox Fist, Second Brother Yang Junping then wobbled out of the room, washed his face with cold water, and stood behind Yang Junshan with a completely flushed face, practicing Mang Ox Fist together with him.

This kind of medicinal bath formula passed down by the Yang family, after using it, one would definitely not be able to sleep soundly all night, but in the morning, one would lose even the slightest bit of spirit. Yang Junshan himself had experienced it in the past.

After the second round of punching was over, the dazed little sister, Yang Junxin, was finally forced out of her bed by Han Xiumei’s unbearable urge to personally lift up her blanket. She grumbled unintelligible words as she started to practice with her two elder brothers, until Han Xiumei scolded her a few sentences, before forcing herself to practice the Frenzied Bull’s Fist.

Han Xiumei was in the middle of cooking breakfast in the kitchen, while Yang Tiangang, who didn’t know when, had already prepared two Hunchbacked Beasts and was sitting on a roller in the corner of the courtyard, smoking while watching the three siblings practice their punches.

However, Yang Junshan felt his heart ache for no reason. This scene would often appear in Yang Junshan’s memories of his past life, but in his past life, he had lived like a ghost foundred years and he no longer had a family member by his side.

That kind of scene would never happen again in this life!

Yang Junshan clenched his fists tightly, and the determination in his expression even turned into savageness. He bellowed loudly, and used the last move of the Frenzied Bull’s Fist with all his might.

Although the Yang Junshan siblings did not notice anything, Yang Tiangang, who was about to inhale a mouthful of smoke into his ears, seemed to have heard something. His gaze suddenly focused towards Yang Junshan, but unexpectedly, the smoke that was stuck in his throat flowed through his nose, straight to his head.

At this time, even the most ignorant little sister would know that her mother had only gone to Banyan Mountain for her big brother, Mintian, three times a day to make rice out of the spiritual valley and the Spirit Rice.

After breakfast, the Yang Tiangang couple brought the big packhorse beast to the Ling Tian, Yang Junping brought his little sister, along with the two brothers Yang Qianhai and Yang Bao Liang who came over, and went to play.

Taking advantage of the peace in the house, Yang Junshan once again went to the spirit well in the backyard to cultivate. He wanted to restore the spirit energy in his body to the perfection of the first stage by tomorrow, and only by relying on the dense spirit energy produced by the《 Wutu Spiritual Art》, would Yang Junshan’s chances of success greatly increase.

However, the effects of training during the day was obviously not as good as cultivating during the night, and in the entire morning, Yang Junshan had only barely managed to refine one Spirit Attraction Pill.

As for the scattered spirit energy in the well, although Yang Junshan could use it twice, but the noisy daytime clearly distracted him too much. It was impossible to even keep a calm mind, let alone cultivate using it twice.

If only he could build a room on top of the well. Not only would it block the noise of the day, it would also be able to maintain the spiritual energy in the well. In the future, he could use this room as a secluded cultivation ground!

The Yang Mansion was not a secret place, and everyone knew that this spirit well was not a secret place. It was possible to build a pavilion to shelter from the wind and rain, and a place to cultivate in was not something that the current Yang Junshan family could afford.

Since he was unable to split his energy between the spirit energy in the well, Yang Junshan decided to return to his own room to refine the Spirit Attraction Pill. The effect was actually much better, and before dinner, the condensed spirit energy in his body was only a step away from the perfect first stage of recovery.

At night, when Yang Junshan had completely refined the fifth Spirit Attraction Pill in the wooden box, his cultivation had finally returned to the perfect state for the first stage of drawing spirit energy. And because he had been specializing in the Wutu Spiritual Art, the concentration of spirit energy around the two spirit cavities in his body had almost doubled from before.

Looking at the cold crescent moon in the sky, Yang Junshan secretly encouraged himself. Tomorrow should be the first day that he would make a change, he had to succeed!