Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 187 Secluded Cultivation

Half a month.

Yang Silang first refined the Heart-to-Heart Black Ring. Because Mo Xinlian took the initiative to erase the mark and taught him the refining method, it went very smoothly and only took him five or six days.

The black ring is merely the outer appearance of this magical artifact. It can lock and smash people, and it can also protect the body's surroundings as a shield. The most amazing thing is its second form, which transforms into a suit of double-winged armor.

The armor has wings growing on its back, resembling two long, narrow pheasant feathers hanging down, which are very beautiful. With a thought, the two pheasant feathers can also transform into long feather chains that sweep in all directions, clearly indicating that it has more than just the function of flying.

Yang Silang used his magic to attach it to his body. This set of armor covered him completely from head to toe, even his eyes were covered by something like an eye patch.

The magical artifact was made of some unknown material. Although it covered him completely, it did not prevent him from seeing the outside clearly, and his breathing was also very smooth and natural.

In the capital city, a place of great importance, he did not dare to actually ascend to high altitudes. He could only try flying lightly in the courtyard late at night, and found it incredibly agile.

The only drawback was that he absorbed mana too quickly. Coupled with the suppression effect of the barrier on Daoist cultivators in the capital, he couldn't even last for half an incense stick's time, and that was still at a height of about ten feet above the ground.

Once outside the city and back to normal cultivation, Yang Silang ascended to the sky. He estimated that he could only sustain himself for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. It wasn't that his magic weapon was inadequate, but rather that his own cultivation level was too low.

Also.

He made a shallow attempt to receive Mo Xinlian's memories from the black ring.

I almost had my head explode and passed out.

The experiences and memories that were crammed in were too varied and complex.

The other party did more than fail to provide a detailed breakdown.

Yang Silang suspected that he was so careless that he didn't know how to distinguish between things, and simply crammed in all the memorable things along with a bunch of trivial memories.

Otherwise, why would it still have the naked appearance of its previous incarnation as a cat demon?

Too much information is no information at all.

Helpless, Yang Silang could only flip through the pages whenever he had free time each day. So far, he had not found any memories related to the so-called martial arts techniques. Instead, he saw stories of how the cat demon had acted recklessly and almost lost its life.

For example, when it first gained sentience, it dared to steal pork knuckles from the palace.

Having just become a powerful demon, he dared to provoke the demon immortal tiger and steal its treasures.

As for other trouble-causing incidents, there are a whole host of them.

Let's just say that.

Her previous life was named Nine-Lives Cat because of her precious bloodline from the ancient demon clan, the Nine-Lives Cat. Her innate supernatural power allowed her to be reborn and regain her life force when she was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

It doesn't mean that she could come back to life after she actually died. Her innate supernatural power at the time gave her five chances. The "nine" in "Nine Lives Cat" simply means that she had many lives.

And so she was forced to reincarnate, because she was too reckless and used up all five chances, leaving her no choice but to be reborn.

While marveling at the other party's extraordinary talent for courting death, Yang Silang used the time between his nightly training sessions as a form of relaxation, slowly studying the texts. By now, he had learned hundreds of demon characters.

In addition, during the past two weeks, he also decisively refined and absorbed the yellow jade fruit into his body.

Such a treasure is too dangerous to leave outside; it's safer to eat it.

The fruit entered his body and merged with the organs formed by the original remnants of the yellow jade fruit. The organs became darker and more refined in color, containing astonishing spiritual power that helped him accelerate his cultivation.

The third thing.

It's about refining that substitute doll that can withstand a single blow from a True Person or Martial Saint.

The doll is made of some kind of grass, and it looks golden. It feels heavy and hard to the touch, without any of the softness of straw. It even makes a metallic echo when you tap it.

Yang Silang took it very seriously and carefully put it away in the grid.

This isn't a substitute doll; this is his second life.

He estimated that he wouldn't be presumptuous enough to launch an attack on the Martial Saint True Person—well, Mo Xinlian's incident was an exception.

I wonder if this treasure is a one-time use item or a progressive one. If it's the latter, wouldn't it be able to withstand several full-force attacks from a Grandmaster-level expert in Golden Marrow?

He's still thinking about it.

Was Mo Xinlian truly angry when she left in such a hurry that day?

If you're really angry, what's the point of giving yourself this substitute doll?

If you say you're not annoyed, then you've already run away very quickly.

Hmm... It can't be shyness, can it?

This day.

Yang Silang practiced with an ivory-colored spear, about the size of a goose egg, in the courtyard, mastering all nine moves of the Killing Spear technique.

Upon becoming a grandmaster, the power of the Killing Spear also increased. However, the system showed that he was still practicing a flawed version of the Killing Spear. He still hadn't mastered that indomitable, fearless, and powerful fist intent.

I was slightly sweating.

With a flick of his wrist, the spear suddenly shrank and thinned, eventually becoming a spear shaft reaching his eyebrows. If swung with both hands, it could be used as a broadsword or longsword.

With another flick of his wrist, Yang Silang's spear vanished, disappearing into the grid he had stored away.

This spear was the Golden Spear that She Nu had risked her life to refine with her demonic power. According to Yang Silang's wishes, it was as short as eyebrow level and as long as eighteen feet.

In this way, he can either wield it with both hands as a large sword or charge into battle on horseback, making everything within his reach a forbidden zone.

He exhaled, sat down directly on the recliner, and closed his eyes to rest.

While seemingly resting, he was actually using the Turtle Breathing Technique. Soon, his powerful qi and blood subsided and calmed down; the boiling true qi in his dantian also became calm and settled.

Because he was already a grandmaster with a solid foundation, he mastered this technique extremely quickly, having already grasped its basics before even leaving Jiangdong Province. The author, Cup of Wine and Cigarettes, awaits you with "The Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions." He concealed his qi and blood like an ordinary, grimy martial arts master.

He spent twenty days with Mo Xinlian, which made this technique the most convenient and allowed him to continue cultivating without any disruption. With the addition of these past two weeks, his blood and qi are now dormant. If any martial artist senses him, it wouldn't be surprising if they mistook him for an Iron Bone Martial Master.

He is practicing his skills diligently.

Suddenly, a hearty laugh and the sound of several footsteps came from outside.

"Since you used my grandfather's token, you must be a young talent. Take me to see you quickly."

"How did you handle it?"

"How can it be appropriate to only arrange for such distinguished guests to stay in the 'Heaven' class rooms? They should be arranged to stay in the 'King' class rooms reserved for martial artists of the Grandmaster level and above."

His voice arrived before he did, and he sounded like a very straightforward person.

The courtyard gate creaked open.

A man in his forties with a round belly, dressed as a wealthy man, squeezed through the doorway. The features of Fu Liunian could be vaguely seen on his chubby face.

It's a young, super-fat, supreme version of Fu Liunian.

Yang Silang could tell at a glance why Fu Liunian didn't expect to pass on the important task of martial arts inheritance to his own grandson, but only considered his great-granddaughter.

Given his physique, there are very few martial arts styles suitable for him to practice. With his build, even just the most basic stance training, with his round waist and chopstick legs, if he practiced too much, he would probably break his own legs.

Fu Liunian himself is a Grandmaster who has reached the peak of his skill level, and he is only one step away from becoming a Great Grandmaster.

However, his son and grandson lacked martial arts talent, which was a great burden on his mind, so he could only place his hopes on his great-granddaughter.

Yang Silang observed the qi and blood reaction of this Master Fu and found that he also practiced martial arts, but he was only at the Iron Bone Martial Master level.

Behind Fatty Fu followed a young woman, about twenty years old, dressed in a red short-sleeved shirt. Her hair was not styled in a complicated bun like a woman's, but rather simply wrapped in a silk net like a man's.

This woman has striking features, a high nose and full lips, and a very heroic appearance. She possesses a unique and dashing beauty, with bright eyes that reveal a latent wildness and a vibrant energy.

Her inner self seems somewhat similar to Mo Xinlian's, equally unruly—although Mo Xinlian has an ethereal appearance, she is actually a wild girl.

Fu Liunian did explain that his granddaughter's name was Fu Hongying, a name he personally gave her.

Fu Hongying's blood and qi surged, and she was even a level higher than her father, having already reached the Steel Dirty Grand Martial Master realm. According to Yang Silang's spiritual sense, this woman's cultivation was at least no weaker than Ji Jinliang's.

No wonder Fu Liunian placed high hopes on him.

When Yang Silang saw that the father and daughter had arrived, he stood up and greeted them with a smile.

The shopkeeper had already informed the Fu family father and daughter of the relevant information before they arrived.

A young man from Jiangdong Province arrived with his ancestor's token, accompanied by a donkey, a concubine, and a pageboy, intending to go to the capital to participate in the martial arts examination.

When the Fu family father and daughter saw Yang Silang in person, their enthusiasm waned considerably.

It turned out that Yang Silang was practicing the Turtle Breathing Technique, keeping most of his qi and blood dormant and nourished within his body. Judging from the fluctuations in his qi and blood, he was only at the level of an ordinary steel-dregs grand martial arts master, which is the level of an ordinary candidate who came to participate in the martial arts examination.

The Fu family father and daughter initially thought that the other party had something extraordinary about them since they came with the ancestral token.

After all, the ancestor had very high standards, and all the distinguished guests who had come to stay with his tokens before were grandmasters.

I thought I was about to meet another brilliant young master, but when we met, he turned out to be just an "ordinary" man with a calm demeanor.

What use is a calm demeanor to a martial artist?

The difference was quite large, which made the two of them somewhat disappointed.

Fortunately, the Fu family father and daughter were only disappointed, but still did their best to be hospitable.

Fu Dongjia sat down and chatted with Yang Silang for a while, while Fu Hongying stood behind him in silence.

The two chatted about trivial matters.

It was nothing more than talking about the old man's recent health condition and how the border crossing was progressing; Yang Silang talked about what he had seen and heard along the way, and recounted the tragic events of burning cities and fighting in Jiangbei Province.

"Brother Yang..." Fu Dongjia said with a smile, "A guest is a guest, so please feel free to stay at my little inn."

"If you have any requests, you can tell your niece..." He pointed at Fu Hongying, then met his daughter's murderous gaze and realized that the two were about the same age.

How can I bring myself to call my uncle and niece?

Master Fu's eyes darted around, and he immediately changed his tune, saying, "If she's not here, just go find my manager. I'm a busy man, always running around, and I don't spend much time at the inn."

But in his heart he was thinking: I'm on brotherhood with your great-grandfather, and strictly speaking, you should call me Yang Zengye. Calling me Uncle is already raising your seniority by two levels. You have no idea how much of an advantage you've gained!

When Fu Hongying saw Yang Silang's gaze sweep over her, her face flushed slightly, but she glared back at him without any politeness.

After finishing his instructions, Master Fu got up to take his leave, telling Yang Silang to focus on practicing martial arts so that he could pass the imperial examination with flying colors. As for the promise he made before entering the courtyard to move to the Wang family room, he didn't mention it again.

Yang Silang wasn't in a hurry to assess his great-granddaughter's character; there was still plenty of time.

He practiced in the courtyard for a few more days.

This day.

Yang Silang called Wang Daniu, and they finally went out the door.

The two men, holding Daqing's hand, shopped at the market, buying several jars of fine wine and meat, along with two bundles of silver. They asked passersby for directions and headed straight for Caoxie Hutong.

This is the residence of Long Yiyan, the two instructors.

Long Yiyan once told Yang Silang that if he had the opportunity to go to the capital, he should come and find him, and he would give him a chance.

The two of them came to visit today not for any particular reason, but simply as a formality.