Feeble Flame in the Firestorm Chapter 1

In the eastern part of Yuanwu State, Jinma City.

As a small city with a population of hundreds of thousands, it is surrounded by mountains on three sides like a horseshoe, and is adjacent to the Jinsha River. It is surrounded by mountains and waters, with good weather all year round and abundant resources.

Not far from the suburbs of Jinma City is the Biyun Mountain, which is a thousand meters high and shrouded in mist.

It was dawn now.

The main peak of Biyun Mountain is covered with ancient pines and cypresses, red maples and green bamboos.

A handsome young man in brocade clothes with red lips and white teeth sat cross-legged on a round stone.

As he folded his hands, a three-inch small bottle with intricate and mysterious inscriptions was placed facing due east.

At dawn, the red sun rises slowly, the earth revives, and among the thousands of auspicious clouds, it seems that wisps of purple air are captured and absorbed by the small bottle.

The bottle, which originally seemed a little illusory, suddenly revealed a purple-gold color, and it was filled with precious light, mysterious and dazzling.

"It is used to collect the morning sun purple energy, which is completely different from the little green bottle..."

The young man Aiden Yang looked leisurely, recalling the memories of his past and present lives.

Yuanwu Kingdom, Tianxing Sect!

As well as the neighboring Yue Kingdom and Huangfeng Valley!

After more than ten days of inexplicable travel through time, he saw and heard familiar names of things and gradually knew where he had traveled to.

So Aiden Yang often has a sense of crisis.

To have enough strength to survive in the world of immortal cultivation where the future is uncertain and a war is about to break out.

Fortunately, I am blessed with good fortune.

Perhaps it was a change caused by the time travel, when he was practicing inner vision a few days ago, he found a purple shadow inside his body.

Summoned by thoughts.

The purple shadow suddenly turned into a real one and turned into a small bottle, which automatically collected the purple air from the rising sun.

After dozens of attempts, I finally figured out its purpose.

Every morning, the small bottle will absorb the purple energy of the morning sun.

After storing the amount for ten days, it will condense into a complete purple energy.

Although swallowing the complete purple energy directly cannot bring the dead back to the dead, it has other miraculous effects.

In the distance the sun gradually rose higher in the east.

The small bottle, which had just absorbed the full dose, had completely turned purple-gold in color, sparkling brightly under the sunlight.

Aiden Yang immediately closed his eyes and breathed in and out, guiding the purple energy into his body.

In the dark, he seemed to see purple air seeping into his limbs and bones, then flowing between reality and illusion, and reaching a meridian-like existence.

Aiden Yang speculated that these illusory meridians emitting five-colored light were the five-colored spiritual roots of the immortal cultivators.

Having been tested for his aptitude since childhood, he did not have any unnecessary emotions, but concentrated on controlling the purple energy to attach to the green meridians within it.

A moment.

It feels like an epiphany.

All the meridians in Aiden Yang's body were unblocked, and his breathing through his mouth, nose, and even his tiny pores were taking in and out inexplicable energy.

The lush green grass and tall ancient trees on the mountain seemed to be pouring vitality and energy for the young man to absorb.

I opened my eyes and felt a sense of familiarity when I touched the flowers and plants next to me.

"This morning purple energy is truly miraculous. It can actually temporarily improve the aptitude of spiritual roots..."

With a sigh, Aiden Yang immediately used his family's cultivation techniques to increase his magic power.

Compared to the small green bottle in his memory, which increased the age of plants but could not be absorbed by himself, he could take this purple energy directly to enhance the qualifications of designated spiritual roots.

In the world of immortal cultivation, spiritual roots are usually divided into five elements: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.

People who possess four or five spiritual roots are called pseudo spiritual roots.

Not only are pseudo spiritual roots slow to cultivate, but it is also difficult to break through the realm, and they basically linger at the bottom level for their entire lives.

Above the false spiritual roots are the corresponding true spiritual roots.

Practitioners with true spiritual roots have two or three attributes and can cultivate faster.

As for the higher-level spiritual roots, they only have one spiritual root attribute, which means they are favored by God. Not only do they progress in cultivation very quickly, but they also have no bottleneck in upgrading.

Aiden Yang's previous incarnation was stuck at the bottleneck of the fifth level of Qi Refining and had made no progress in three years.

But at this moment, after the purple energy merged into the wood-attributed spiritual root, it actually made his magic formula practice speed faster, and even the spiritual energy around his body was rolled into a small vortex and poured into his body.

Aiden Yang was focused and concentrated on circulating his Qi.

The day passed by unnoticed.

Midnight.

The purple energy of the wood-attributed spiritual root in the body was completely consumed, and the surging spiritual power like a rushing river suddenly returned to its original form and turned into a trickle.

The small bottle can gather a complete amount of purple energy in ten days, and after absorption, it can improve the spiritual root aptitude for about ten hours.

From this morning till now, it is exactly the limit of the purple energy.

"The VIP Supreme Acceleration Experience Card is about to expire..."

Aiden Yang let out a long sigh and complained helplessly in his heart.

However, although the time was short, the improvement in the aptitude of spiritual roots caused by the purple energy was huge enough that he estimated that it had reached the level of heavenly spiritual roots.

And after a whole day of hard practice.

The bottleneck of the fifth level of Qi Refining, which had originally made him extremely depressed, was quietly broken through, and the wood-attributed magic power was successfully cultivated to the sixth level of Qi Refining.

"Very good. With the help of the small bottle of purple energy, maybe I can reach the tenth level of Qi Refining in two years?"

Aiden Yang looks to the future with great expectations.

According to the information he had inquired about, the Ascension Conference for Yue State to join the various immortal sects was held every ten years, and it had been eight years since the last one.

He planned to attend the Yue Kingdom's Immortal Cultivation Conference in two years.

As for why he chose to go far away and not join the sect of Yuanwu Country...

After all, the future direction that Aiden Yang knew was biased towards the Kingdom of Yue. He could use the conditions of the prophet to gain benefits safely, which was naturally better than staying in the Yuanwu Kingdom and making trouble.

He stood up from the boulder and stretched his muscles, looking up at the full moon above the sea of   clouds in the sky. Instead of resting in a hurry, he walked into the thatched cottage next to him and took out a large winnowing basket woven from bamboo strips.

Tomorrow is the Lantian rally.

As a marketplace where nearby immortal cultivators exchange information and buy and sell treasures, many independent cultivators and immortal cultivation families will be present.

Aiden Yang’s cultivation supplies have run out, and he must exchange them for enough spirit stones and medicinal herbs.

The products he prepared were tea produced in his own tea garden.

Holding a green bamboo winnowing basket, Aiden Yang walked along the winding path, then passed through the secret cave in the back mountain, broke through the restriction, and came to a vast fertile land of about an acre in radius.

Thirty-three Cuifeng tea trees grow here. A magical spring gushes out from under the stone wall on the side, making the air misty. The dew on the tender green tea leaves reflects gem-like color under the moonlight.

Aiden Yang couldn't help but take a deep breath of fresh air, only to feel that the surrounding spiritual energy was much richer than that outside.

Unfortunately, our ancestors taught us not to stay here for long, otherwise the spiritual energy of the spring would be divided during practice, which would cause the quality of the tea trees to decline.

He shook his head regretfully. For the sake of long-term income, he decided not to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.

Silently using his magic power, Aiden Yang walked to a tea tree, clenched his fists, then stretched out his index and middle fingers and put them together. A three-inch long piece of golden light shaped like a sword tip lit up between his fingers.

This is the technique passed down by our fathers, the Sharp Gold Sword Finger Technique.

He could condense gold magic power into sword blades with his fingers, which were sharper than any so-called magic weapons.

And because it is a spiritual structure, there is no worry about problems such as wear and tear.

Aiden Yang skillfully drew a line with his sword finger, and a few rolls of tender leaves on the branches of the tea tree fell into the winnowing basket.

Wait until all 32 tea trees have been harvested.

In addition to the old tea tree with bare leaves growing next to the spiritual spring, the winnowing basket is already filled with dozens of kilograms of tender buds.

Carefully brought back to the thatched cottage.

Aiden Yang worked on it overnight, using the secret magic of spiritual fire to dry the young leaves while retaining their spirituality.

Wait until the sky in the east turns light.

Nearly fifty kilograms of fresh leaves turned into sixteen kilograms and seven ounces of dry tea leaves, and a fresh fragrance filled the entire thatched cottage.

After carefully weighing it several times to confirm that it was correct, Aiden Yang put all the new tea into the jade jar without leaking any.

Take a shower, change clothes, and tie up the storage bag filled with goods.

He then controlled the Qingye magic weapon and flew towards the Lantian gathering.