After a day of rest, Lu Ye felt that the fatigue from his continuous cultivation had completely dissipated. It was time to advance to the third level of the Spirit Stream Realm!
He did not rush to take a Spirit Pill but first used his own spiritual energy to locate the position of the nineteenth acupoint. 520 Official Website
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Now that he was at the second level of the Spirit Stream Realm, his spiritual energy was much more abundant than it was two months ago, making it much easier to locate the position of the acupoint.
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he found the location of the nineteenth acupoint.
Only then did he take out a Spirit Nourishing Pill and swallow it, refining the pill’s energy and guiding his own spiritual energy to impact the barrier of the nineteenth acupoint.
Three days later, after consuming nearly eleven Spirit Nourishing Pills, the nineteenth acupoint was full.
This result was as expected.
Before achieving the Spirit Stream Realm, he opened an acupoint every three days, consuming six Spirit Pills.
At the first level of the Spirit Stream Realm, the frequency of opening acupoints did not change much, but the number of Spirit Pills required for each acupoint increased to about eight or nine.
Now at the second level of the Spirit Stream Realm, the consumption increased again to eleven pills, but the time required did not change much. The main reason was that his cultivation had improved, and the efficiency of refining the Spirit Pills had also increased.
From this, it seemed that the higher the cultivation realm, the more Spirit Pills would be required to open acupoints in the future.
He still had twenty Spirit Pills left, which should be enough to open two more acupoints.
Lu Ye silently calculated that if he opened an acupoint every three days, it would take him a full 1,080 days to open 360 acupoints!
This result made him inwardly marvel. He did not know how other cultivators practiced, but his cultivation speed was not slow. Even so, to cultivate to the ninth level of the Spirit Stream Realm would take nearly three years.
In the following days, Lu Ye did not leave his cave until he had used up the last Spirit Pill.
The result was as expected: he had opened twenty-one acupoints, but they were not yet full.
To cultivate to twenty-seven acupoints, he would need at least seventy more Spirit Nourishing Pills. The only ore he had left was the Primordial Magnetic Ore; the other miscellaneous ores had been sold to the Tian Ji Merchant Alliance in the previous two transactions.
This time, he had to sell two pieces of Primordial Magnetic Ore to buy seventy Spirit Nourishing Pills.
Half a day later, Lu Ye entered the Tian Ji Merchant Alliance. When he came out, his storage bag contained eighty-one Spirit Nourishing Pills and a few spirit stones.
A slender figure stood at the window on the second floor of the merchant alliance, watching him leave. The person hesitated for a long time before sighing and touching their hand. An imprint immediately appeared on the back of their hand, different from the blue battlefield imprint on Lu Ye's hand; this imprint was yellow.
She spoke softly to the imprint, which then disappeared.
After a cup of tea, she left the merchant alliance, greeting those she knew with a smile.
In the Green Cloud Mountain, Lu Ye rushed toward the cave. He did not know if it was his imagination or not, but he had a strange feeling after leaving the Green Cloud Market.
He could not pinpoint what was strange.
Until just now, after circling through the forest several times, he suddenly noticed a figure moving near him. Before he could get a clear look, the figure disappeared.
Was he being followed? Lu Ye immediately became alert.
He was extremely cautious every time he entered or left the market, especially on the return trip. The first two times had been uneventful, but this time he was inexplicably followed by an unknown cultivator. This left him puzzled, unsure whether the person was specifically targeting him or just a coincidence.
If it was the latter, it would be fine, but if it was the former, it was quite intriguing.
Fortunately, the other party's speed was not very fast, and with Lu Ye's full effort, it was difficult for the person to catch up. This suggested that the other party's cultivation was not very high.
This was not surprising, as cultivators who could move around the outer perimeter of the battlefield were not very powerful.
Just as he was thinking this, a surge of spiritual energy came from behind, followed by a chill. Lu Ye turned his head and saw an ice spike flying toward him, reaching his face in an instant.
Lu Ye was startled and hastily turned, drawing his sword and slashing. With the help of his spiritual energy, the sword broke the ice spike, and the cold fragments scattered across his face.
Affected by the impact of the ice spike, Lu Ye lost his footing and stumbled backward. He rolled to regain his balance, looking rather disheveled.
However, when he stood up, the attacker was already close. It was a man a few years older than him, with a pale face and no beard, wearing two fist-sized earrings, giving him a somewhat exotic appearance.
The weapon in his hand was like a knife but longer than a regular sword and only half as wide as a normal blade, resembling the legendary Xiu Chun Dao.
Taking advantage of Lu Ye's just standing up, the pale-faced cultivator swung his blade down.
In a hurry, Lu Ye did not have time to activate the sharp spiritual pattern on his sword and could only raise his sword to block.
With a clang, sparks flew, and Lu Ye's hand went numb, almost losing his sword. He was also pressed down by the force of the blow, nearly kneeling on the ground.
"Oh?" The pale-faced man seemed surprised that Lu Ye had managed to block his well-prepared strike.
As he was surprised, Lu Ye's sword had already deflected his weapon and thrust toward his chest.
The pale-faced man remained calm, and his long knife flicked a few times. Before Lu Ye could react, he felt a pain in his arm, and the thrust lost its power, allowing the other party to easily dodge.
This missed thrust caused Lu Ye to lean forward, and a flash of the blade appeared before his eyes, making him feel a chill and the presence of death.
With a clang, the long knife struck Lu Ye's chest, but it did not feel like it hit flesh. Instead, it sent Lu Ye flying.
Looking at Lu Ye, a layer of golden light enveloped him, protecting him from serious injury. He had realized he was no match for the opponent and quickly used a defensive spirit talisman.
"Golden Body Talisman?" The pale-faced man's eyes turned red, not out of jealousy that Lu Ye had a spirit talisman, but because the talisman should have been his spoils of war, and he felt pained that Lu Ye had wasted it.
However, this confirmed that the information he had was correct. This second-level Spirit Stream Realm cultivator indeed had substantial wealth, as he could afford to use a spirit talisman. After all, a single spirit talisman was worth dozens of spirit stones, and low-level cultivators rarely used them in battles, as most could not afford to have more than one or two for emergencies.
Seeing the golden light enveloping Lu Ye, the pale-faced man retreated several feet, holding his knife in one hand and forming a seal with the other. As a sneer appeared on his lips, visible spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips.