110: Chapter 110 Returning to the Sect, Discussing Dao in the Grass Field

Bang!

With a casual wave of Qi Yang's hand, a covert streak of Gengjin Sword Qi shot forth, directly slicing a boulder outside the cave in half with cuts as smooth as a mirror.

"What a terrifying penetrating power."

Qi Yang nodded in satisfaction.

Afterward, he took out a pile of Materials from his Storage Pouch.

spirit-guiding yin wood core, Xuanwu star rock... These were all treasures he had accumulated previously.

"The scapegoat paper doll is an excellent means of saving one's life; the more, the better."

Qi Yang did not rush on his journey. Instead, he calmed his mind, refined two more scapegoat paper dolls using these top-grade Materials, and integrated them into his chest.

Having finished all this, Qi Yang sat inside the cave, looking at the night outside and sinking into deep thought.

He had now stepped into the Foundation Establishment Stage, but problems came along with it.

Although the Five Poisons Nourishing Spirit Art was overbearing, it was ultimately just an incomplete Cultivation Technique.

Qi Yang had deduced that this Cultivation Technique could at most support his Cultivation up to the Foundation Establishment Late Stage before completely lacking follow-through.

Although the Xuantian Sect was only a second-rate Sect in the Northern Spirit Domain, its foundation could not be underestimated.

The Sect Master was a powerful entity in the Golden Core Early Stage, and beneath him were over twenty Foundation Establishment Stage Elders, among whom there was no lack of experts in the Foundation Establishment Middle and Late Stages.

If he wanted to continue living safely and lying low in the Xuantian Sect, or even break through to higher Realms in the future, he had to find the subsequent Mind-Cultivation Technique of the Five Poisons Nourishing Spirit Art, or simply find a stronger Cultivation Technique.

"This matter cannot be rushed; I can only inquire about it slowly."

Qi Yang shook his head and temporarily suppressed this thought.

He took out a small jade bottle from his Storage Pouch and poured out a grade 2 wuxiang pill.

This was a top-grade Medicinal Pill he had specially modified to conceal his Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivation.

Gulp.

Qi Yang swallowed the wuxiang pill in one gulp.

The medicinal power quickly melted away, turning into a layer of gray insect cocoon that tightly sealed the surging Five-Element spiritual crystal sea within his Dantian.

The terrifying pressure belonging to a Foundation Establishment Stage expert on his body rapidly receded.

In just a dozen breaths, Qi Yang transformed back into that old good-for-nothing with withered blood and Qi, a face full of wrinkles, the Qi Condensation Third Layer Cultivation, and a Five-Element Mixed Spiritual Roots.

"Perfect."

Qi Yang checked his disguise; even the spiritual sense of a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator could not see through it, and only then did he stand up in satisfaction.

He walked out of the cave without using any Magical Artifacts, merely sticking on an ordinary divine mobility talisman and trekking low-profile all the way.

Half a month later, Qi Yang smoothly returned to the Xuantian Sect Inner Sect.

Baicao Peak back mountain, Nether Grass Field.

Looking at that familiar, dilapidated withered wooden door, Qi Yang revealed a reassuring smile.

No matter how wonderful the outside world was, it could not compare to the peace of mind brought by his remote grass field.

Pushing open the door, the courtyard was overgrown with some weeds.

Qi Yang proficiently picked up the hoe in the corner of the wall, hunched his back, and began to slowly weed and water.

He once again lived that secluded life of contending with no one, just like an old farmer.

...

Just a few days after Qi Yang returned to the Nether Grass Field.

Early this morning, before the thin mist had dispersed, a sharp ice-blue sword light tore through the tranquility of Baicao Peak and steadily landed in the courtyard of the grass field.

As the sword light dissipated, Su Qinghan in a moon-white long dress appeared before Qi Yang.

Qi Yang stopped the hoe in his hand and looked up.

At this moment, Su Qinghan's temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes.

She was still cold and peerlessly beautiful, but the Evil Qi on her body that was once sharp-edged and seemed ready to hurt people at any time had completely converged inward.

Standing there, she was like a peerless famous sword hidden in its scabbard.

If it does not move, so be it; once it moves, it will surely shake the heavens and earth.

Qi Condensation 12th Layer Great Perfection!

Qi Yang saw through Su Qinghan's Cultivation at a glance.

Not only did this lass not perish in the border killings, but relying on her illustrious military exploits, she forcefully carved out a bloody path and accumulated immense prestige within the Inner Sect.

She was now definitely the hottest Prodigy of the Xuantian Sect Inner Sect, and no one dared to easily covet her anymore, nor did she need Qi Yang to secretly make a move to save her.

"Fairy, you have come."

Qi Yang put down the hoe, hunched his back, and greeted her with a smiling face.

He proficiently walked over to the stone table and poured two cups of coarse tea.

Su Qinghan did not disdain the simplicity of the tea set. She naturally sat on the stone stool, picked up the tea cup, and took a sip.

There was not a shred of worldly courtesy or awkwardness between the two; instead, they were like a pair of friends across generations who had known each other for many years.

"You asked for half a year of sick leave to return to the Mortal Realm; I thought this old bone of yours wouldn't be able to hold on."

Su Qinghan put down the tea cup, her voice calm yet exuding a rare trace of relaxation.

"This old man has a tough life; King Yama refuses to collect me."

Qi Yang chuckled and sat down opposite her.

"Judging by the Fairy's bearing, the battles at the border must have gone very smoothly, right?"

Su Qinghan nodded, her gaze turning to the nether grass swaying in the wind within the medicinal field.

"The killings were tragic and fierce, but they also made people grow."

There was a trace of emotional sentiment in Su Qinghan's voice.

"When I practiced the sword before, I always felt that the sword should be the sharpest and most fierce thing in the world, unyielding to the end."

"But this time at the border, I encountered several demonic Cultivator experts whose methods were bizarre. My fierce Sword Qi hitting them was like hacking into cotton, completely unable to apply force anywhere."

Su Qinghan turned her head to look at Qi Yang, wisdom flashing in her eyes.

"Later, I recalled what you said before—water nourishes all things, and a small stream flows steady and long. I began trying to integrate the extreme cold Qi into my Sword Intent, no longer blindly pursuing destruction, but using the cold Qi to freeze and infiltrate."

"Combining hardness and softness is the true essence of the Dao of the sword."

Listening to Su Qinghan's insights, Qi Yang secretly praised her in his heart.

This lass's Comprehension Ability was truly terrifying; being able to comprehend this level amidst life-and-death combat meant that Foundation Establishment was only a matter of time for her.

Yet on the surface, he still maintained an honest and obedient appearance.

"These profound principles that the Fairy speaks of, this old man cannot understand."

Qi Yang picked up the rag on the table and slowly wiped the stone table.

"This old man only knows that for the crops in this ground, you cannot just pour fierce water on them. If the water is too fierce, the roots will rot. You must conform to the heavenly timing and conform to the Five Elements—let it be dry when it should be dry, and flooded when it should be flooded."

"Although violent storms are fierce, what can drip through stone is often those unhurried raindrops beneath the eaves."

Qi Yang responded to Su Qinghan's insights into the Dao of the sword with the most rustic logic of an old farmer farming.

Hearing this, Su Qinghan's delicate body trembled slightly.

She stared fixedly at Qi Yang's gully-filled old face, a trace of deep admiration flashing in her eyes.

The Great Dao is extremely simple!

This old handyman who seemed half-buried in the earth could every time casually utter words that precisely pierced through the Bottleneck in her Cultivation.

She even felt that sitting here drinking a cup of coarse tea with Qi Yang was more beneficial than listening to those Foundation Establishment Elders of the Inner Sect preach.

"I have been enlightened."

Su Qinghan solemnly nodded towards Qi Yang.

The two sat in the courtyard for a while longer, casually chatting about some trivial matters in the Sect that were of little consequence.

Before leaving, Su Qinghan took out an exquisite jade box from her Storage Pouch and placed it on the stone table.

"These are some rare poisonous grass seeds I accidentally obtained in a dangerous place at the border. I know you like to plant these heterodox things, so leave them for you to pass the time."

Su Qinghan stood up, looking at Qi Yang with a soft gaze.

"The situation in the Inner Sect is gradually stabilizing now, and I have also gained a firm foothold at Jianzhi Peak. In the future, no one will dare to come to the Nether Grass Field to find trouble for you again."

"Just stay right here and peacefully farm."

Having said that, Su Qinghan transformed into a dazzling sword light and soared up into the sky.

Qi Yang sat on the stone stool, looking at the direction where Su Qinghan disappeared, revealing a gratified smile.

"This lass has truly grown up."

Qi Yang opened the jade box on the table, inside of which lay quietly over a dozen seeds exuding rich poisonous Qi.

He put away the jade box in satisfaction, shouldered his hoe, and turned to walk towards the medicinal field.

Since Su Qinghan had the power to protect herself and even became a big shot of the Inner Sect, he, Qi Yang, could more securely and unscrupulously lie low and develop in this patch of grass field.

"Peacefully farm? Exactly what I wanted."

The withered wooden door gently swayed in the breeze, and the Nether Grass Field returned to tranquility once more.