Wind Catching Eye

The three of them regrouped and returned to the Golden-Faced Gentleman's cave dwelling.

The journey back was uneventful, with nothing out of the ordinary happening.

Three days later, in the evening...

Li Shuilang took out half a packet of Purple Poison Powder from his embrace and gently placed it on the ground.

Then, a scorpion crawled out from his sleeve. The scorpion's body was a dark yellow, and its eyes sparkled among the spiritual objects, as if it knew that the mysterious item on the ground could make it stronger.

With a gentle flick of its pincers, it tore open the Purple Poison Powder, and its alluring fragrance instantly filled the air. The little scorpion stirred, its eight tiny legs moving as it quickly devoured the remaining half packet of Purple Poison Powder.

In an instant, Li Shuilang felt its body being enhanced by the Purple Poison Powder once more.

Under the infusion of the Purple Poison Powder, the little scorpion writhed as if it had drunk strong wine, its deep black eyes emitting a faint green glow.

Purple Poison Powder is a spiritual object used to feed the Five Poisons.

Three days ago, they had just returned from the market, and the little scorpion had already eaten half a packet.

Three days later, the little scorpion clamored for more, and Li Shuilang could only feed it again.

It's gone...

This time, it's truly gone.

And although Purple Poison Powder is a spiritual object, it has strong after-effects. Eating a whole packet requires at least half a month of rest.

Spiritual Field.

Madam Qin Yue'e, and maids Jiang Xue and Lu Qi'er were cultivating in the courtyard nearby.

Although the three of them didn't focus their attention on the two people busy in the spiritual field, the oppressive aura they exuded made the two of them dare not make any small movements.

At this moment, Li Shuilang was pulling a long ladle to fertilize the Flying Poison Flowers, while Li Shuidao approached the Malabar Spinach, appearing from a distance to be observing its growth.

Li Shuidao gently dug away the dense soil near the Malabar Spinach with his foot, revealing a pile of black, rotten flesh – a second-tier Yao Beast, Mud Dragon Meat.

The flesh and blood of Yao Beasts are also spiritual objects, but if they are left for too long and their spiritual energy dissipates, they are no longer considered spiritual objects. While Companions can eat them, they cannot improve their cultivation.

Three days ago, Li Shuidao had returned from the market, shouting that he had been cheated. He had placed these five pieces of worthless rotten flesh in the spiritual field to compost, considering himself unlucky.

Three days later, he gently dug away the soil with his foot. The rotten flesh beneath the soil looked black and sticky, making one nauseous.

On the black rotten flesh, more than a dozen small, milky white worms were wriggling. These were very small worms, and they were spiritual insects of the Metal element.

Although the Mud Dragon Meat had lost its spiritual energy, it was still the flesh and blood of a second-tier Yao Beast, and within just three days, insects had appeared.

The Earth-element flesh and blood, nourished by the Wood-element spiritual energy of the Star Grass, naturally gave birth to Metal-element insects within the vast system of the spiritual field.

The Five Elements: Earth gives birth to Metal!

All things in the world form their own systems, and within a system, they will tend towards Yin-Yang Balance and the mutual generation of the Five Elements.

This is the Heavenly Dao!

A Jade Toad, about half the size of a palm, hopped down from Li Shuidao's wide trouser leg and landed on his cloth shoes.

The Jade Toad flicked out its tongue, swallowing these small Metal-element insects one by one.

The Five Elements: Metal gives birth to Water.

After clearing the insects from the rotten flesh, Li Shuidao, as if nothing had happened, covered the rotten flesh with soil again.

This process was silent...

The Madam didn't know, the two maids didn't know, and Li Shuilang didn't know either.

In the dense forest outside the cave dwelling.

Li Shuilang took a deep breath, crouched slightly, and gripped a hard stone tightly with both hands.

He watched the gaps between the bushes, ready to strike the moment a leaf fell.

After a few breaths, he saw a leaf drift down from the depths of the forest.

Whoosh!

The stone shot through the air, instantly piercing through the atmosphere and accurately hitting the leaf. This required not only sharp eyesight but also precise control of wrist strength.

In this seemingly quiet forest, stones were frequently thrown from Li Shuilang's hand. His movements were so light, as if everything was within his control.

His gaze was calm and sharp, his eyes meticulous, his eyesight and agility improving every second.

His figure was like a leopard in the mountains, agile and fierce.

Poison Scorpion Tail Needle, Dragon Soaring Arrow.

When he possessed Magical Power in the future and entered the mid-stage of the Spirit Channeling Realm, he would be a formidable figure, no longer someone to be bullied at will.

Not far from the edge of the forest, there was a winding stream.

Li Shuidao, holding a bamboo sword, repeatedly sharpened it on a smooth stone slab.

After grinding the sword for a long time, Li Shuidao held the bamboo sword up to his eyes, observing the almost transparent blade.

He then got up and left. Midway, he lightly swiped his bamboo sword through some leaves, which were easily cut in half with an extremely clean edge.

Though the bamboo sword was sharp, it was too light and brittle, making it little more than a toy.

Dusk.

The Li brothers' courtyard.

Inside the courtyard stood a large stone vat filled with stagnant water, which naturally bred mosquitoes and flies.

Mosquitoes and flies danced above the water's surface.

Suddenly.

A man's figure appeared reflected on the surface of the stone vat.

With a flip of his wrist, he thrust his bamboo sword forward.

Each sword strike was as swift as the wind. His movements, like falling rain, were gentle yet deadly, his sword's speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Each strike left a sword shadow on the water's surface.

Day after day, he practiced relentlessly.

Three months later...

In the dead of night, Li Shuidao still stood before the stone vat, thrusting his sword through the air, strike after strike.

The bamboo sword whistled through the air, a symphony of sharp cracks.

Li Shuidao persisted as always, honing his swordsmanship to be faster and more accurate through countless repetitions.

Sword shadows and sword lights streaked through the night sky like shooting stars, seemingly condensing Li Shuidao's blood, sweat, and soul.

In the evening stillness, it was like music frozen in the air, captivating and enchanting. Even the moonlight seemed to ripple with the rhythm of his swordsmanship.

When he finally sheathed his sword, a thin layer of dead mosquitoes and flies floated on the calm surface of the stone vat. Some had their wings severed, others their bodies pierced.

After three months of arduous practice, Li Shuidao had finally mastered the "Wind Catching Eye," capable of striking down a flying mosquito with a single sword stroke. The faster they flew, the less chance they had of escaping his gaze.

He plunged the bamboo sword into the vat and gently stirred the water. The mangled remains of mosquitoes and flies clung to the sword. With a flick, they all fell into a corner.

Four months later.

The Madam paid the monthly allowance again.

Senior Disciple Sister Jiang Xue led two companions, moving swiftly along a winding mountain path.

Jiang Xue seemed to fly over the ground, with Li Shuidao and Wang Tiankun from the kitchen following closely behind, their speed also increasing rapidly.

Every month, Jiang Xue made a trip to the market. She went regularly, and any disciples who wished to visit the market could accompany her, and she would ensure their safety on the journey. If they didn't want to go, they could ask her to purchase goods on their behalf.

It had been four months since the last market trip, and Li Shuidao's purse held one hundred and twenty jade coins.

Li Shuilang received thirty jade coins a month and spent it all, always buying a pack of Purple Poison Powder worth thirty jade coins to feed his Companion.

Therefore, as soon as Li Shuilang received his monthly allowance, he handed it over to Senior Disciple Sister Jiang Xue to buy things for him at the market, so he didn't need to make the trip himself.

The two maids, Lu Qi'er, and even Senior Disciple Brother Ren Jichuan, did the same.

If one wanted to spend their money on personal items, they would definitely have to accompany Senior Sister Jiang Xue to the market.

The three of them traversed mountains and crossed streams, like a gust of wind, streaking past gorges, leaving afterimages of their figures.

After four months of cultivation, Li Shuidao's physique, with the help of his Companion, the Jade Toad, had become increasingly strong, far surpassing that of martial artists who had trained for many years.