Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 716 - 335: Path to Nascent Soul (Part 1)

The black-robed cultivator laughed maniacally, wielding a small hammer Magical Artifact that glowed silver, and smashed down fiercely!

"Puh—"

Blood splattered everywhere. The gaunt-faced young man was deeply poisoned and had no time to react before his entire head was smashed into a mist of blood.

His body twitched a few times before collapsing limply, eyes still filled with disbelief and deep remorse.

"Hahaha, you’ve always overshadowed me since we were kids; let’s see how you overshadow me now!!"

Yin Hao laughed wildly, hammering his brother’s corpse into a bloody, indistinguishable mess.

The once handsome face was now distorted and malformed, showing an almost sickly pallor.

Xu Ping stood amidst the thick fog, calmly watching the horrifying scene unfold with a heart devoid of waves.

In three years, he had witnessed too many scenes of betrayal over Spiritual Objects.

There were conniving between lovers and betrayals between master and disciple, and even father and son ripping each other apart.

In the Cultivation Realm, the lure of Spiritual Objects often allows the darkest sides of human nature to surface.

Having killed his brother, the man breathed heavily and staggered towards the Celestial Star Grass.

His eyes were bloodshot, seemingly captivated by the Spiritual Object, completely forgetting the heinous crime he had just committed.

"Celestial Star Grass... it’s mine! Hahaha..."

Just as he reached out to pick the Celestial Star Grass, a piercing scream came from the depths of the valley.

Soon after, a shadow swept past like a ghost.

He only had time to let out a single scream before being dragged into the depths of the fog by a ferocious beast.

Moments later, sounds of bones cracking and ghastly screams echoed from the fog, and then there was silence.

Xu Ping shook his head slightly.

In the Cultivation Realm, karma often comes so swiftly.

The Celestial Star Grass continued to emit a silver glow under the moonlight, seemingly unchanged through the ages.

"Let’s go."

Xu Ping turned and quietly left the place with the Water Lake Rat, their silhouettes swiftly merging with the night.

Brothers born from the same root became enemies over external possessions.

If only the two brothers had supported each other, perhaps both could have elevated further.

Unfortunately, greed clouded their eyes, ultimately leaving them with nothing.

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Time flows like water, years flash by.

A year passes, in the blink of an eye.

Xu Ping left the Great Xia Country, stepping into the territory of Wei Country.

Compared to the flourishing prosperity of the Great Xia Country, Wei Country’s strength is scarce with only one Nascent Soul sect, governed by two Early-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

Here, the lack of competition from top-tier forces has allowed the dozens of Spirit Veins within the Celestial Spirit Mountain Range to be perfectly preserved, forming a unique landscape with scattered cultivation families settling and thriving.

On the day of the autumn equinox, Xu Ping chose a hill within the Celestial Spirit Mountain Range, dense with Spiritual Qi, to stay.

Though not the center of the Spirit Vein, it possessed a unique refreshing aura suitable for tranquil cultivation.

He sat cross-legged, eyes closed, breathing steadily.

Beside him lay a nondescript yellow-haired earth dog, none other than the transformed Water Lake Rat.

The aura of man and dog was completely restrained, blending with the mountain forest, like a tranquil landscape painting. Even if a cultivator passed by, they likely wouldn’t give it a second glance.

The morning sun rose from the east, golden rays piercing through the clouds, dyeing the sky a crimson red.

Mountain winds swept by, the sound of pine waves could not disturb Xu Ping in the slightest.

In this state, his mind was like a clear mirror, able to clearly reflect his inner world and perceive every flaw and inadequacy.

Unsure of how much time passed, Xu Ping’s brow trembled slightly, a barely perceptible golden light flowed around his forehead before he slowly opened his eyes.

Instantly, it seemed as if stars were shimmering in his eyes, so bright that they couldn’t be looked at directly.

Although he remained seated quietly, he exuded an aura so radiant, it seemed as though the entire hill was illuminated by him.

At that moment, Xu Ping, despite being in the mortal realm, possessed an otherworldly aura as if ready to transcend into an Immortal, resonating with heaven and earth, shining alongside the sun and moon.

"Hoo—"

Xu Ping let out a deep breath, his eyes returning to a calm, water-like indifference.

The transcendent aura also withdrew, reverting him to the appearance of an ordinary traveling merchant.

His mind stirred slightly, and a faint cyan light screen appeared before him.

[Heart Refining Skill Great Success: 648/1600]

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"The progress is good!"

Xu Ping’s lips curved slightly in satisfaction.

The trials of the mortal world and the myriad facets of life had indeed greatly benefited his cultivation of the Heart Refining Skill.

In just a few years, the Heart Refining Skill reached the Great Success Realm, and Perfection is no longer far off, the speed far exceeding his initial expectations.

At the current progress, in at most three years, he will forge a Perfect state of mind, laying a solid foundation for the Nascent Soul path.

"Woof!"

Sitting at Xu Ping’s feet, the Water Lake Rat suddenly let out a light cry, looking towards the other side of the hill.

Xu Ping’s mind shifted slightly in response, following the Water Lake Rat’s gaze, he saw a Spiritual Boat roughly one zhang long falteringly flying from the horizon.

Bouncing along, sometimes dropping a few feet and barely rising again.

A hurried voice came from it: "Lu Lang, only thirty miles to Hundred Bamboo Market."

The voice was crisp and melodious, but could not hide the exhaustion and urgency.

On the Spiritual Boat, a simply dressed yet enchanting young woman knelt, her jade hands pressing on the core of the Spiritual Boat Array, her delicate face pale as paper, fine sweat rolling down her smooth forehead.

The Mana within her was evidently near depletion, yet she gritted her teeth and persisted in controlling the Spiritual Boat.

Beside her lay a handsome young man, his complexion ashen, forehead blackened, life force waning.

"Yao’er, don’t push yourself... Your cultivation at Qi Refinement level six, controlling the Flying Boat... is really taxing..."

The young man struggled to open his eyes, his voice intermittent.

Before he finished speaking, he again closed his eyes and fell into unconsciousness.

Yang Yao clenched her silver teeth, intending to use her blood essence to forcefully sustain the Spiritual Boat’s flight, but her side glance caught sight of Xu Ping on the hill.