Immortality and Cultivation: I Have Three Times the Lifespan

Chapter 61 Body Refinement Level 5

Although manipulating and purifying with divine sense consumes a lot of mental energy, at least the life force of the ancient tree mark seems to be relatively controllable in terms of purification.

Moreover, it can directly transform this pile of waste into marketable products.

He walked up to the pottery jar, took a deep breath, and his eyes became incredibly focused.

"It all starts with you. Whether you can gain a foothold in Bihu Market and repay Xiaoying's spirit stones as soon as possible depends on now."

He reached out and took out a low-grade, ruined Marrow Cleansing Pill—its color was grayish, its markings broken, emitting a faint, chaotic spiritual energy and a bitter, burnt smell—and placed it in his palm.

At the same time, he communicated with the Golden Ancient Tree in his sea of ​​consciousness, carefully guiding out a wisp of pale golden vitality that was even more refined than when he was testing spiritual plants, and slowly enveloped the waste pill.

"Click...click"

Wherever the golden life force passed, the violent and chaotic medicinal dregs and impurities melted away like ice and snow, enveloped, decomposed, and purified by the life force.

This process requires extremely precise control; the slightest mistake could not only fail to purify the pill but could also completely destroy any remaining active ingredients.

Time passed little by little.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Yang Changsheng's forehead as he focused intently.

Finally, the gray-black spots on the surface of the waste pill faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the cracks seemed to have healed somewhat.

Although it is still not as round and full as the genuine pill, the medicinal aura it emits has become purer and gentler.

"Everything went smoothly, just like before."

He was satisfied. Although the efficiency was still not high, it meant that the ability to convert waste pills into usable resources in batches could be carried out in the long term.

This is a huge advantage that belongs to us alone.

He then followed the same method and purified two more waste Cleansing Pills in succession. Feeling that his spiritual energy was greatly depleted, he stopped.

Purifying waste pills also consumes mental energy and cannot be accomplished overnight.

He set aside the three purified inferior Marrow Cleansing Pills, swallowed the mid-grade Marrow Cleansing Pills he had bought, and then began his normal cultivation for the day.

First, the Xuan Yuan Technique is activated, and the water spirit root absorbs the spiritual energy in the air, which is more concentrated than that in water, circulating it throughout the body's meridians and transforming it into magical power.

The medicinal power of the mid-grade Marrow Cleansing Pill slowly dissipated, and gentle yet pure spiritual energy flowed into it, propelling the mana to gradually condense and grow, steadily advancing towards the peak of the fourth level of Qi Refining.

Several hours later, the Xuan Yuan Technique was completed.

Yang Changsheng did not rest. At night, he formed the Moon Tribulation Seal with his fingers and practiced the Body Tempering Technique.

In an instant, a chilling, bone-deep Yin energy was drawn from the void and poured into his body.

……

In the courtyard at No. 9527 Tingchao Lane, a barrier of light flickered, silently isolating everything.

Inside the workshop in the second bedroom, Yang Changsheng slowly finished his practice.

The body's Qi and blood surged like a river, and the muscles and bones resonated, emitting a subtle yet powerful crackling sound.

He opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them before quickly returning to his usual calm.

Feeling the unprecedented surge of energy and power within his limbs and bones, a genuine smile finally appeared on his lips.

"The fifth level, the fifth level of the Nine Revolutions of the Sun and Moon Forging Scripture, I have finally succeeded!"

He muttered to himself, casually clenching his arm, as if the air itself was being squeezed and crackled slightly.

With a single swing of his arm, he exerted a force of 34,000 jin!

This was already a terrifying power comparable to that of a late-stage body cultivator using an ordinary body-refining technique, and it was one of his greatest trump cards for survival in this chaotic world.

Five months is but a fleeting moment.

But for Yang Changsheng, it felt like an eternity had passed.

The joy of breaking through the body refinement barrier lasted only a moment before the pressure of survival followed closely behind.

His gaze swept across the corner of the workshop.

There, dozens of jade bottles and boxes of different sizes were neatly stacked.

Inside were the last batch of high-quality pills that he had painstakingly refined and purified using the life force of the ancient tree's imprint.

These pills were his hope for escaping his predicament and paying off his debts.

"It's time."

Yang Changsheng took a deep breath, suppressing the slight restlessness in his heart brought about by the increase in power.

He stood up and took out a large gray cloak from his storage bag.

Its material is ordinary, only able to slightly conceal its shape and aura, a wooden mask covering most of its face, and a pair of thick deerskin gloves.

These were the most basic disguise props he found at a market stall; better than nothing.

Today, he was going to Tongchen Hall, a shop famous for dealing with items of dubious origin and catering to lower- and middle-level cultivators.

It was also one of the channels chosen for selling stolen goods and substandard pills, based on information from Liu Xiaoying.

Tongchen Hall's storefront is slightly smaller than Baicao Pavilion's, and the flow of people is more diverse. The air is filled with the scents of pills, talismans, cinnabar, and low-grade materials.

Behind the counter sat an old shopkeeper with gray hair and beard, sunken eyes, and cloudy gaze.

He was slowly fiddling with a shiny brass abacus.

Yang Changsheng wrapped his cloak tightly around himself and pulled his hat brim low, making sure his disguise was perfect, before stepping inside.

He deliberately changed his gait, walking with slightly heavy steps to the counter, placing two bulging cloth bundles on the counter, and said in a deliberately hoarse voice, "Shopkeeper, please take these things!"

The old shopkeeper didn't even lift his eyelids. He paused briefly while fiddling with the abacus, then continued, saying calmly, "You understand the rules, right? For items of unknown origin, the price is reduced by 30%."

"Understand."

Yang Changsheng spoke succinctly, opening the first cloth bag, inside which was the dark blue flying sword, three jet-black flying needles, and two ordinary storage bags.

The old shopkeeper then raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over several items, lingering for a moment, especially on the insidious flying needles.

He stretched out his withered fingers, picked up each magical artifact one by one, weighed them in his hand, infused them with a trace of magical power to examine them, and also checked the spatial stability of the storage bag.

The entire process was fast and precise, demonstrating extensive experience.

"Flying sword, mid-grade, mixed spiritual energy, poorly maintained, but the basic structure is acceptable. Buyback price: 25 spirit stones."

"Flying needle, medium grade, made of special material, quenched with poison, but the technique is crude, buyback price is thirty-five spirit stones."

"Two low-grade storage bags, with stable storage space, each worth eighty spirit stones when recycled."

After quoting the price, the old shopkeeper looked at Yang Changsheng with his cloudy old eyes: "Two hundred and twenty low-grade spirit stones in total. Nod if you agree."

Yang Changsheng felt a slight chill. This price was much lower than the 30% discount he had initially estimated, but considering the dubious bargaining and the other party's shrewd judgment, the price was still within an acceptable range.

He nodded silently, having conducted many transactions with the other party and being very familiar with their style.

"it is good."

The old shopkeeper deftly pushed the spirit stones in front of Yang Changsheng, piling up two hundred and twenty low-grade spirit stones into a small heap.

He casually put away the magical artifacts and storage bag, his movements natural and fluid.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Changsheng opened the second cloth bag, which contained more than a dozen jade bottles and jade boxes.

He lowered his voice and said, "These inferior pills also need to be sold."

The old shopkeeper's originally indifferent expression flickered with a barely perceptible glint in his eyes when he saw the jade bottles and boxes.

He picked up a jade bottle containing pale white pills, poured out one, and examined it carefully.