By the time he returned to the courtyard gate, two young men were already standing there. They turned out to be the servants who had arrived ahead of him. They respectfully bowed to Li Yan. After Li Yan opened the courtyard gate, they swiftly carried a set of stone table and stools inside. They had neither Storage Pouches nor flying spirit artifacts, so the two of them had carried them up from the foot of the mountain. Still, for cultivators around the fifth layer of the Qi Condensation Realm, this was nothing at all.
After the two nimbly arranged the stone table and stools, they looked at Li Yan questioningly. One of the servants in yellow cautiously asked, "Junior Uncle-Master, is there anywhere else you need us to tidy up?"
Li Yan waved his hand, smiled, and sent them away. The two bowed respectfully once more before turning and withdrawing.
How could Li Yan possibly have the mind to let them clean up here? All he wanted now was to quickly resolve this headache-inducing cultivation problem.
With a sweep of his sleeve, the courtyard gate closed again. Li Yan strode quickly toward the cultivation chamber. After shutting its door once more, he sat down cross-legged. The next moment, his Divine Sense had entered his sea of consciousness, where three purple points of light floated. They were the contents of the jade slips that recorded summaries and insights on cultivating the Fragmented Poison Body.
The Fragmented Poison Body had no cultivation art or incantation. There were only records of experiences and insights gained after successfully cultivating it, left behind as references for later generations. These three jade slips were respectively kept at Small Bamboo Peak, Laojun Peak, and Spirit Insect Peak—the peaks from which the three senior patriarchs had emerged. Such