156: Limit

Who knew that after his Realm reached the Middle Stage of Refining Blood, he was still far from reaching the limit of the Yang Yuan Skill? He could even feel that even if he Breakthrough to the Connecting Veins Stage, he could continue to Cultivate with the Yang Yuan Skill!

In fact, in the Library Pavilion, Han Yi had once read a miscellaneous record that documented a Martial Artist's self-Cultivation life.

This was a Martial Artist who had Cultivated to the Perfection peak of the Late Blood Refinement Stage. He was very strong and stubborn. He once believed that the Yang Yuan Skill contained a great secret, and he primarily Cultivated the Yang Yuan Skill throughout his life, wanting to imitate his predecessors and comprehend the fundamental diagram himself, thereby Breakthrough to Connecting Veins.

His idea was somewhat possible, after all, all Cultivation Techniques were created by people. If others could create them, he also had confidence in doing so.

Of course, the result was obvious. This Martial Artist never accomplished anything remarkable in his life.

When Han Yi saw this, he sighed, having already imagined the tragic later life of this person, who had wasted his life and died alone.

Who would have thought that at the end of the miscellaneous record, this person's pen stroke changed, revealing a triumphant emotion.

In the end, he had no choice but to go home, marry more than a dozen beautiful concubines, and live a blissful retired life amidst the cries of dozens of children.

After all, a Martial Artist at the Perfection peak of the Late Blood Refinement Stage was also a top-tier expert in An Yan City. Moreover, with the characteristic of the Yang Yuan Skill not conflicting with other Cultivation Techniques, he had Cultivated countless Cultivation Techniques throughout his life, and his strength was still among the best in the Late Blood Refinement Stage!

Han Yi was also a little speechless, but this person's experience gave him some inspiration.

That is, a Cultivation Technique like the Yang Yuan Skill, which can freely Cultivate other Cultivation Techniques, is the most perfect Cultivation Technique!

However, Cultivating the Huoyuan Skill not only restricts his subsequent complementary Cultivation Techniques but also forces him to rely on others, which is not the choice of a wise person!

It was precisely because of this that he changed his plan. He originally chose the Huoyuan Skill, intending to use this Cultivation Technique with a fundamental visualization diagram to attempt to Breakthrough the Connecting Veins Stage, and then, from a high vantage point, Cultivate the Yang Yuan Skill to verify whether the saying 'Cultivation Techniques cannot be Cultivated together' could be broken.

However, to achieve Entering Vigor through the Huoyuan Skill, the first step is to abolish the Yang Yuan Skill and the Golden Muscle Jade Bone Skill!

Therefore, Han Yi has now changed his strategy. He wants to try to Cultivate the Yang Yuan Skill as much as possible to see where its limit is. If he is really stuck in the Late Blood Refinement Stage and cannot advance, it will not be too late to consider Cultivating the Huoyuan Skill then!

Crackling!

At this moment, a burst of firecrackers suddenly sounded outside the courtyard, accompanied by shouts, making it very bustling and lively.

Even in this bitter cold winter, a season of biting winds and harsh frost, the desolate north wind seemed to be slightly dispersed by this sound, adding a few touches of human warmth.

Han Yi was slightly startled, then came back to his senses: "The New Year is approaching, it's getting lively..."

At this time, two more voices sounded, full of joy, interrupting his thoughts.

"Grandpa Bai, how did you guess that riddle? I didn't even think it would be Cloud Frost Flower..."

A crisp, female voice, like a yellow oriole emerging from a valley, sounded.

"Haha, what kind of skill is this! This old man has traveled north and south all his life, what strange things haven't I seen? Just a trivial matter, a trivial matter! Haha!"

An old, proud male voice spoke.

"Then, Han... Yi Gege, can he guess it? The stall owner said that these few days are his busiest, and he sets up a stall on the street every day."

"That kid, he's good at Cultivating, but it's too difficult for him to play with these things!"

The old male voice laughed loudly, disdainfully saying: "Do you know about playing the lute to a cow? If you ask him to do these things, it's better to let him Cultivate in front of an old cow..."

Soon, with a crisp unlocking sound, Han Yi saw Qian Xue, meticulously dressed, and Bai Sanren, carrying large and small bags, enthusiastically entering the courtyard.

As the New Year approached, Qian Xue, tired of Cultivating and having nothing to do, instigated Bai Sanren to go strolling on the street together.

But in Han Yi's opinion, time is precious, and one can play at any time. Why bother with these external matters? These things are best done less.

"Yi Gege, I pinched a sugar figurine for you!"

In the small courtyard, the cold wind howled, and the stone chairs, potted plants, and black stones had changed color, stained with a layer of empty and desolate grayish-white frost. And now the entire sky was densely covered by large, low-hanging gray clouds, this scene resembling an ancient ink painting splashed with watercolor, with dim colors.

However, the winter plum blossoms at the corner of the wall, like a bright spot on a scroll, were blooming profusely.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, the fragrance of plum blossoms mixed with the chilly north wind drilled into his nostrils, making him shiver and feel invigorated.

Faintly...

Qian Xue looked up and saw Han Yi, shirtless, with flowing muscle lines, like an inverted triangle, standing in front of the black stone in the corner.

She lowered her head slightly, her jade-like cheeks blushing. Then, the corners of her mouth turned up, and she excitedly waved at Han Yi: "Big silly, come quickly and eat the sugar figurine, it's very sweet. Oh, I also brought you candied hawthorns, and they even have a filling..."

Han Yi smiled and watched Qian Xue's actions.

"The Bai Family's young lady is truly lovable. At such a young age, she is so well-behaved, truly endearing! Nothing like my wicked child!"

A passing woman, seeing this scene, said with a smile, and without a word, took out a snow pear from her basket and forced it into Qian Xue's hand.

"Thank you, Auntie!" Qian Xue knew she was a nearby neighbor. After several refusals, seeing that she really couldn't decline, she accepted it casually.

When the woman saw Qian Xue's polite behavior, she was even more delighted and affectionately stroked Qian Xue's head.

Qian Xue didn't mind, still smiling brightly, nibbling on the snow pear bite by bite.

Bai Sanren stood with his hands behind his back, smiling as he watched this scene.

"Good child, truly a good child..." The woman said with a smile, her eyes narrowed into a slit, and she looked at Bai Sanren and said, "Old man Bai, is your niece betrothed? I wonder which family's young man will have such good luck!"

Bai Family Courtyard, where Bai Sanren lived, had been uninhabited for a long time. Suddenly, Bai Sanren brought back two young people and publicly declared that Qian Xue and Han Yi were siblings, accompanying him, their uncle, to the city to gain experience.

Hearing the woman's question, Bai Sanren shook his head: "My niece's matter is not urgent, she is still young. However, if you are so eager to act as a matchmaker, why not put some effort into finding a good family for my eldest nephew?"