C12 Perfection

On a trip to the Grass City, the Yang Tian father and son had a great harvest. After returning home, they talked about how Yang Junshan had found the Cyan Red Steel and the mystical pills, which had surprised the whole family. Han Xiumei, who had been preoccupied with the incident at the Hundred Sparrow Mountain, also beamed when she saw the help of the three mystical pills.

In the evening, under the cheers of Yang Junping and Yang Junxin, the family ate another round of sweet rice rice. Yang Junping was just called to the side room to soak in the medicinal bath, and Yang Junping, who was already ten years old, was also about to undergo the aptitude test.

Although Yang Tian's family was considered as a Prominent Class in Chenyu County, it also collected some simple body forging medicine formulas. Although Yang Tian had already separated, he had prepared as much as he could for his children in the past three years.

Yang Junshan once again came to the spirit well and prepared to cultivate. Originally, there was a board covered with rune engravings on top of it to prevent the spirit energy in the well from leaking out. Usually, only a martial arts cultivator like Yang Tian could open the well, but now, in order to make it more convenient for Yang Junshan to cultivate, his father had already opened the well ahead of time.

In the quiet backyard, the insects' chirping could only be heard. The silver moonlight shined on the ground, adding a layer of tranquility to the surroundings. It was a good time to meditate and cultivate.

Yang Junshan first circulated the "Wutu Spiritual Art" for one full cycle, allowing him to get used to changing his cultivation. Then, he took out a Spirit Attraction Pill from the wooden box he carried around with him and put it into his mouth.

In order to neutralize these flavors, a large amount of honey would often be added to the medicinal pills. Moreover, since the medicinal pills were extremely rough on the herbs, the taste of the medicinal pills could be described as strange.

This Spirit Attraction Pill emitted a terrible stench after chewing it. Although the pill was mixed with honey, it made the sweet smell even more disgusting. Even though Yang Junshan was prepared to eat it, he still almost vomited when chewing it.

Holding his breath and chewing randomly, Yang Junshan swallowed the medicine paste in his mouth with a pinch of his nose, not bothering to circulate his spirit art to cultivate, but instead drinking all the spirit water in a single gulp. He felt that the stench that was rushing to his head had dissipated a lot, so he quickly calmed his mind and started to circulate the [Wutu Spiritual Art] to cultivate.

It was just that Yang Junshan had an aged soul inside his body. Otherwise, how could a twelve-year-old boy possibly be so immersed in cultivation so quickly under the impact of this strange smell?

Yang Junshan could already feel a spiritual qi rising up from his stomach. Although this spiritual qi wasn't strong, it was at least thicker than the spiritual qi flowing out from the well.

The [Wutu Earth Spiritual Art] circulated more and more smoothly in Yang Junshan's body. Each cycle could bring out a thread of spiritual energy from his belly and fill up the meridian and blood vessels around the two spiritual cavities in his body.

The spiritual incantation he cultivated already had an extremely high concentration and utilization of spiritual energy, but it was still unavoidable for him to waste a small portion of the spiritual energy contained within the medicinal pills during the process of cultivation.

Yesterday, Yang Junshan focused on cultivating the [Wutu Earth Spiritual Art], which reduced the amount of spiritual energy accumulated in his body by half. However, he had once cultivated the first stage of the Mortal Realm to the consummate stage, so the meridians and blood vessels surrounding the two spiritual cavities had been expanded. Now, he only needed to replenish his spiritual energy to the maximum, which made it much easier for Yang Junshan to recover to the peak of the first stage.

The Spiritual Art circulated for three days in his body, and the energy from the medicinal pill swallowed into his stomach was completely absorbed. If it was before, the < Earth Shrouding Spiritual Art > from the Yang family would probably take four to five weeks to finish refining. Of course, the time required for each cycle was much faster than the former.

After three cycles, it was already the peak of the moon. Yang Junshan swallowed the second Elixir Attraction Elixir Pill, forced himself to pour the last half jar of spiritual water into his stomach and started another three cycles of cultivation. However, this time, the time spent was much shorter.

After daybreak, Yang Junshan, who had only slept for over two hours, took up a stance in the yard full of energy and started to practice the Mang Ox Fist Art. The power between each move was deeper and his power was more powerful, even Yang Junshan himself could feel that his fist art had improved.

Even Han Xiumei also praised with a smile, "Shan`er is really enlightened now. After this set of fists, you don't look like a novice who has been practicing martial arts for a year. I think it will take at least ten years. His father, when you were young, could he compare to my son?"

The truth was that most of Yang Tian's attention was also on Yang Junshan, who was practicing boxing. When he heard his wife's question, Yang Tian hurriedly returned his attention back to the animals in front of him. He let out a heavy "hmph" and said, "It's just a small improvement, but he's still far from it!"

After all, they had been husband and wife for almost 20 years. How could Han Xiumei not know what her husband was thinking? She could not help but giggle at her husband's words.

The reason why Yang Junshan improved so quickly in the body refining fist art was mainly because of his past life's memories and experience which had started to recover further, coupled with last night's cultivation which had allowed him to recover half of his cultivation level. Yang Junshan's fist art was originally known for its slow cultivation pace but vigorous accumulation, which gave it a feeling of being able to travel thousands of miles in a single day.

After Yang Junshan finished his punch, his second brother, Yang Junping, walked out of the room leisurely. He washed his face in cold water, then stood behind Yang Junshan with his face flushed red and started to practice the Frenzied Bull's Fist with him.

Yang Junshan smiled when he saw his second brother's expression. This formula passed down from the Yang family would make one unable to fall asleep after a whole night of excitement. In the morning, Yang Junshan had already experienced it himself.

After the second round of boxing, the drowsy Yang Junxin was finally forced out of bed by Han Xiumei's unwillingness to lift the quilt herself. She mumbled inaudible words as she started to practice with her two brothers.

Han Xiumei was cooking breakfast in the kitchen while Yang Tian had already prepared two packhorses. He was sitting on a roller in the corner of the yard, smoking and watching the three siblings practice their martial arts.

However, Yang Junshan felt sad for no reason. The scene in front of him often appeared in Yang Junshan's past memories, but in his past life, he had lived like a ghost for a hundred years without a single family member by his side.

That kind of scene would never happen again in this life!

Yang Junshan clenched his fists tightly, and the determination on his face even turned to malevolence. He shouted loudly and threw out the last move of the Frenzied Bull's Fist with all his might. He seemed to hear a deep sound coming from his body.

Although the Yang siblings didn't notice it, Yang Tian, who was about to inhale a mouthful of smoke, seemed to hear something. She looked over to Yang Junshan, but unexpectedly, the smoke stuck in her throat and rushed to her head through her nose. Immediately, a series of violent coughs came out, but Yang Tian didn't care about anything else.

In the morning, the spirit rice porridge was dry and thick. At this time, even the most ignorant little sister knew that her mother went to the Hundred Sparrows Mountain for her big brother and only used the Spirit Valley and Spirit Rice to make rice three times a day.

After breakfast, Yang Tian and his wife brought their big packhorse beast to the spirit farmland. Yang Junping brought his little sister and Yang Qianhai, who came looking for them, and they ran off to play somewhere.

Taking advantage of the peace in the house, Yang Junshan once again went to the spirit well in the backyard to start cultivating. He wanted to restore his spiritual energy to the peak of the first layer before tomorrow.

However, the effect of training during the day was obviously no better than training at night. Yang Junshan had barely managed to refine a Spirit Attraction Pill in the entire morning.

As for the spiritual qi in the well, although Yang Junshan could use it twice, it was obvious that the noisy daytime had distracted Yang Junshan's attention. He couldn't even keep his mind calm, let alone practice it twice.

If only he could build a room on top of the well. Not only would it block the noise of the day, it would also be able to maintain the spiritual energy in the well. In the future, he could use this room as a secluded cultivation ground!

The Yang Mansion was not a secret place, and everyone knew that this spiritual well was not a secret place. It was not difficult to build a pavilion to shelter from the wind and rain, and the seclusion area was not something that the Yang family could afford.

Since he couldn't split his energy from the well, Yang Junshan decided to go back to his own room to refine the Spirit Attraction Pill. The effect was much better, as the condensed spiritual energy in his body was only one step away from the peak of the first stage.

At night, after Yang Junshan completely refined the fifth Spirit Attraction Pill in the wooden box, his cultivation had finally returned to the peak of the first stage, and because he was focused on cultivating the [Wutu Earth Spiritual Art], the concentration of spiritual energy around the two spiritual cavities in his body had almost doubled from before.

Looking at the cold crescent moon in the sky, Yang Junshan encouraged himself secretly. Tomorrow should be the first step of his transformation. He must succeed!