I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy Chapter 244 – Chapter 244: Chapter 170: Yi Yao Secret Skill_3

Chapter 244: Chapter 170: Yi Yao Secret Skill_3

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This kind of flaw in the Heavenly Dao never appeared in the Cultivation World before.

Han Yi packed the remaining Spiritual Jade into a jade box. Such treasure had numerous uses, and if necessary, it could be sold for Spirit Stones.

After entering the Foundation Building Middle Level and stabilizing his realm, Han Yi leisurely left closed-door cultivation.

He walked out of the Azure Dragon Palace, stood by the Azure Dragon Cliff, and gazed at the Cloud Sea with an unrestrained spirit. Then, he controlled his sword to fly, bypassed several Inner Peaks, and reached the Combat Peak.

Speaking of which,

Ever since the nine chimes rang and the Xuandan Tribulation happened three years ago, he never revisited the Combat Peak.

The last time he was at the Combat Peak, he was at the Qi Cultivation Peak. This time, he had already reached the Foundation Building Middle Level. Although the period was short, the experiences he went through were truly not simple, and several times he almost died, only to have today's immortal affinity and realm.

The current Combat Peak was more than three times larger than it was three years ago, with twelve Combat Platforms. The place was bustling and lively with people on and off the platforms.

Han Yi's eyes moved, and he saw a familiar figure.

Yan Ru.

Yan Ru's figure was still as explosively attractive as years ago.

She was controlling a silver long sword, fighting a senior cultivator at the ninth level. However, it was evident that Yan Ru's magic was much weaker than her opponent's. Although her sword skill was slightly superior, her opponent knew their respective strengths and weaknesses and fought steadily, ignoring several flaws that Yan Ru deliberately exposed.

“She's going to lose.” Han Yi murmured in his heart.

As expected, just as his thoughts fell, Yan Ru's long sword was struck away by her opponent's magic skill. Then, a magic weapon hit Yan Ru's body, knocking her off the Combat Platform.

“Thank you for your graciousness.”

The cultivator on the stage bended his hand toward Yan Ru. Although she looked frustrated, she thanked him, grabbed her long sword, and moved aside to recover her breath.

“You've reached the ninth level of Qi Cultivation, Sister Yan. Your progress is not slow. Congratulations! With time, you should be able to establish your Foundation.”

Han Yi suddenly thought of the Foundation Establishment Pill in his storage bag. This pill was originally intended for Zheng Hai. If Zheng Hai couldn't find it, giving it to Yan Ru would make good use of it.

Yan Ru turned around and looked at Han Yi, her face brightened. They hadn't seen each other for years.

“Brother Han… No, now 1 should call you Elder Han.”

Yan Ru smiled, only to cough due to the pain in her chest caused by being hit just now.

“Sister Yan, don't make fun of me. Just call me junior brother, I feel more comfortable that way.” Han Yi said with a gentle smile.

In the Xuandan Sect, the seniority was not strictly defined. If they were familiar with each other, no matter their realms, people might still address each other with their previous titles. Han Yi thought it was more appropriate for Yan Ru to call him junior brother.

There were some habits he didn't want to change.

As for the unfamiliar inner disciples calling him elder, it was more appropriate.

Now that Han Yi was wearing the cloak that represented an elder, he stood next to Yan Ru. The cultivators who were either sitting or standing around them had respectful attitudes and moved to make room for them.

“Alright then.” Yan Ru's eyes were filled with amusement. Sensing that her junior brother's nature hadn't changed even after being promoted to the Foundation Establishment stage, she naturally felt joy.

“Junior Brother Han, I know about your situation.”

“More than two years ago, the remnants of the Blood God Sect attacked an Immortal Boat returning from the Blood Branch Sect. Five elders and forty-three disciples died, and I was told that you were missing. However, your Soul Tablet in the sect wasn't shattered, so I was worried but also knew that with my low strength, even if 1 went down the mountain to look for you, it would be of no use.”

“Now that I see you return safely, I can finally be at ease.”

Yan Ru's eyes were filled with complex emotions, and she exchanged gazes with Han Yi before looking away.

“Yeah, being able to return alive from this trip was indeed not easy.” Han Yi sighed emotionally.

“By the way, the sect's rebuilding policy should also have included you, right?” Han Yi changed the topic.

Yan Ru's eyes lit up, sparkling like stars.

“Junior Brother Han, you don't know? The rebuilding policy was something from two years ago. Now it's called New Rising Strategy.”

“New Rising Strategy?” Han Yi asked, puzzled.

Yan Ru nodded, with longing in her eyes, “That's right. With our sect leader reaching the Nascent Soul Stage, our Xuandan Sect has become a Nascent Soul Great Sect. In Shu State, we rank only after Daqian, Southern Dipper Divine Palace, and Heavenly Will Sect and Wanfa Sect are on par.”

“The New Rising Strategy is not limited to the nine provisions of the rebuilding policy, it has expanded to eighteen provisions, covering all the cultivators in the sect. Over a year ago, the Blood Branch Sect divided the spirit veins, causing a surge of resources in our sect. Regardless of whether they are inner or outer disciples, as long as they are willing to work hard, they can have more resources.”

“Oh right, 1 heard that even the elders' salaries doubled. Didn't you know, Junior Brother Han?”

Speaking of this, Yan Ru looked puzzled.

Han Yi felt embarrassed. After returning to the sect, he basically did not participate in the sect's affairs, focusing solely on his closed-door cultivation. The only time he came out was to go to the White Tiger Palace for the Cause and Effect Magic Skill.

He indeed didn't know about such matters.

Of course, for Han Yi, who had experienced a recent surge in wealth, he didn't care much about the elder's salary in Xuandan Sect either.

Seeing Han Yi's expression, Yan Ru knew what was going on. This junior brother had always been a hard cultivator; it seemed that even after advancing to the Foundation Establishment stage, his nature and cultivation habits had not changed.

“Oh right, Sister Chu returned to the sect a year ago?” Yan Ru suddenly said.

“Sister Chu came back?” Han Yi's face lit up with joy.

“However, she merely came back in a hurry and left again soon after.” Yan Ru sighed, “And she has also advanced to the Foundation Establishment stage.”

Yan Ru sighed at how things had changed.

Back then, the five of them had sat in Yi Xian Building. But now, everyone had gone their separate ways.

Han Yi and Chu Jinmo had both reached the Foundation Establishment stage, Luo Yunzhou had died, she herself had just stepped into the ninth level of Qi Cultivation, and Qi Hong was murdered in the Xuandan Tribulation two years prior.

The Immortal Path was merciless, life and death unpredictable.

Hearing Chu Jinmo had left, Han Yi became silent again. However, what he had in mind wasn't Chu Jinmo, but Yan Ru.

Truth be told, he was not an unfeeling person; among the female cultivators he had known in this life, he had spent the most time with Yan Ru.

Moreover, all these years of getting along, he had developed a thread of affection for Yan Ru. But the only thing that troubled him was the bitterness; this thread of affection was suppressed by him, not allowing it to sprout and grow.

As for Chu Jinmo, there had been some tacit understanding between the two after the Evil Mountain Range. However, after Chu Jinmo left, the tacit understanding had long been severed.

Just now, hearing of Chu Jinmo, the happiness that showed on his face was only the longing for a friend and not any romantic feelings.

After chatting for half an hour, Han Yi prepared to leave. Before he left, his face suddenly turned serious.

“Sister Yan, when you reach the peak of Qi Cultivation, come to find me. 1 have a Foundation Establishment Pill in my possession, and 1 will give it to you then.”

Leaving these words behind, Han Yi left.

Yan Ru, who remained where she was, naturally felt overjoyed.

For her, a Foundation Establishment Pill was not easy to come by. Even though the sect had obtained a large number of cultivation resources by dividing the spirit vein, the strategic pill of Foundation Establishment was not distributed more than five times a year. With her aptitude, it was almost impossible for her to get one.

Since Han Yi said he would give her one, she naturally wouldn't hesitate. In the struggle on the Immortal Path, one couldn't refuse out of concern for their pride.

In another place.

Han Yi, who had left, went directly to the familiar route to the Nine Dragons Trading Company. As he stepped into the Nine Dragons Trading Company, he couldn't help but freeze.

“Shopkeeper He?”

He Fangwei, who was standing before him, looked more than a decade older than he was two years ago. He appeared to be in the twilight of his life.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, He Fangwei suddenly raised his head and his eyes exploded with a sharp light that was beyond his age.

“It is Daoist Han, no, 1 should call you Elder Han now.”

He Fangwei's tone was much more respectful.

This time, Han Yi did not change the way he addressed himself. He nodded and sat down.

“Shopkeeper He, 1 came here today to ask if Master Fu left any instructions?” Han Yi said in a deep voice.

Two years ago, Fu Canghai died in battle. Han Yi still owed him a favor that hadn't been repaid. When he returned from Nanhuai City, Fu Canghai had given him a top-level, high-grade dagger called the Sky Capital Dagger.

The Sky Capital Dagger was completely destroyed during the fight with Yuan Changtian. And although Fu Canghai was dead, Han Yi still recognized the debt. His purpose this time was to find a way to repay the favor. Most likely, it would fall on either the Nine Dragons Trading Company or Fu Canghai's descendants.

Never forget a kindness, never forgive an offense – that was Han Yi's nature.

Hearing Han Yi's words, He Fangwei was slightly taken aback. Seeing Han Yi's sincerity from his eyes, he couldn't help but sigh.

“The Ancestor really didn't misjudge you back then.”

“Elder Han, your thoughtfulness is truly appreciated..”

Chapter end