[Chapter 347: Spiritual Transmission]
Yang Yiyun looked at the time on his phone. Wow, twenty-five days had passed since the first day of his retreat.
In his opinion, this retreat was indeed a bit long, but it only felt like seven or eight days.
Unexpectedly, the phone showed that more than twenty days had passed.
“It’s true that there is no time in cultivation. It feels like a lifetime ago.” Yang Yiyun muttered to himself.
In the past, when I read the classics of cultivation, there would occasionally be a record that someone was in retreat, and thousands of years had passed in the world after he came out of retreat.
When I saw it at that time, Yang Yiyun just pursed his lips and didn’t believe it.
Now it seems that the saying that there is no time in cultivation is true. He would unknowingly spend more than twenty days in retreat each time. It is conceivable that those who have reached the sky in cultivation would be even worse.
He sighed that time flies, and was even more amazed at the magic of cultivation.
Then he opened the door of the secret room and walked out.
When he arrived at the courtyard, he saw a vast expanse of silver, but it was a thick layer of snow.
The mountains in the distance were covered in silver, which was very beautiful.
It was obviously a severe cold weather.
At this time, Yang Yiyun suddenly felt a little deserted. He did not hear any noise in the front yard and the middle yard. It was very quiet, as if no one was there.
With a thought in his mind, he released
his spiritual consciousness. After successfully building his foundation, he had not tried how far his spiritual consciousness had reached. Before building his foundation, it was a spiritual consciousness range of 90 meters.
When the spiritual consciousness was released, it exceeded 90 meters at once.
Then it continued to go far away.
100 meters, 200 meters…
It did not stop until 500 meters.
This time, Yang Yiyun was completely stunned. You know, Xia Lu was comparable to the second level of Xiantian at the beginning, but her spiritual consciousness was only 200 meters. He is now at the first level of Xiantian, but his spiritual consciousness has exceeded the second level of Xiantian by more than one times. It has not stopped yet and continued to extend.
600 meters, 700 meters, 800 meters, until the spiritual consciousness stopped at 900 meters.
In other words, after he successfully built his foundation, his spiritual consciousness increased tenfold, from 90 meters to 900 meters.
And it was a range of 900 meters centered on him.
This is a very terrifying extension of spiritual consciousness.
There is no doubt that after the success of the foundation building, his spiritual power has also greatly increased and has undergone qualitative and quantitative changes.
The most obvious point is that after the spiritual consciousness extended today, he seemed to feel as if he had walked out of 900 meters away. The spiritual consciousness is his eyes, and it is the same feeling as himself.
This has never happened before. The spiritual consciousness before was just like the eyes that can see where the spiritual consciousness goes.
But now it feels like he has transformed himself and is standing there 900 meters away, seeing and hearing with his own eyes.
This feeling is very magical.
Most of the old village is shrouded in his spiritual consciousness, and all moving things are under his surveillance.
It is like the illusion that he is overlooking the entire field, which is very magical. What
makes Yang Yiyu strange is that in addition to seeing Master Fang refining the elixir in the secret room in the front yard, the third apprentice Wu Jian is holding a piece of wood in his hand and carving it. It seems that he is carving an old woman.
In addition to Wu Jian and Master Fang in the secret room who are refining the elixir, there is no one else in the whole old village.
This makes Yang Yiyu very strange. Don’t other people need to practice?
The puppet carved by Wu Jian was very good in his spiritual consciousness. The hostility in him had basically disappeared, which showed that the sharpening of the carving heart sutra had worked.
However, seeing that Wu Jian’s knife seemed to be wrong, his spiritual consciousness was almost like standing next to Wu Jian in person.
Yang Yiyun almost subconsciously said: “The speed of this oblique knife should be accelerated by one point, and the force should be reduced by three points~”
“Bang~” Wu Jian’s hand shook and the carving knife fell to the ground.
“Who?”
Wu Jian was startled by the sudden voice. He knew that it was him today. He had just seen that there were no outsiders in the village.
A voice suddenly sounded in his ear. How could he not be surprised?
At the same time, Yang Yiyun was also surprised.
He seemed to have discovered a new world.
At this moment, he was in the backyard, and his apprentice Wu Jian was in the front yard, nearly a hundred meters away.
But he stood at such a long distance and subconsciously talked to Wu Jian, as if he was standing face to face.
This made Yang Yiyun suddenly jump out of a cultivation word in his mind – spiritual consciousness transmission.
The ability to transmit sound through spiritual consciousness means that one can talk to people within the range of spiritual consciousness. As long as they are within the range of spiritual consciousness, the conversation with the other party is just like face to face.
Before the foundation building, there was also spiritual consciousness, but there was no such magical power.
Now that he can use spiritual consciousness to transmit sound, perhaps it is a benefit brought by reaching the foundation building stage.
The great increase in spiritual consciousness also brought about a qualitative change. He can use the spiritual consciousness to transmit sound, a cultivation magical power.
Yang Yiyu was also very happy.
Seeing his disciple Wu Jian’s horrified look, Yang Yiyun smiled and said, “Don’t be afraid, Wu Jian, it’s the master.”
“Master?”
Wu Jian exclaimed. This time he also heard the master’s voice, but he looked around and didn’t see the master.
“Don’t look for it. You can’t see the master. See you later.” Yang Yiyun said happily.
“Ah… um, oh!” Wu Jian’s mind was completely confused.
He knew that his priest was very powerful, perhaps even more powerful than the inherited master Dao Mo, but he never thought that the master Yang Yiyun had such a skill.
Could it be a thousand-mile sound transmission?
Wu Jian thought so in his heart.
At this moment, Yang Yiyun’s spiritual consciousness went to the secret room in the front yard to find the alchemist Fang Daochang.
He wanted to know the situation of the Pei Yuan that Daochang had refined for the major families.
“Old Fang has come out of retreat and is in the front yard.”
“Who…?”
…
Just like Wu Jian, Taoist Fang was also frightened by Yang Yiyu’s ability to transmit sound. After Yang Yiyu’s brief explanation, he finally accepted it and hurried out of the secret room.
Taoist Fang had the same idea as Wu Jian. After seeing Yang Yiyu’s methods, he was overjoyed. The more powerful Yang Yiyu was, the stronger Yunmen was, and the more he could learn. After
notifying Taoist Fang, Yang Yiyu walked to the front yard.
Wu Jian finally saw the real person this time, and hurried over to salute and said, “Congratulations, Master, on coming out of retreat and mastering your magical powers. “
Yang Yiyu grinned and said, “You kid has also been influenced by your senior brother and learned to flatter him, haha~” Having
successfully built his foundation and being able to transmit sound through spiritual consciousness, Yang Yiyu was in a very good mood.
Wu Jianji smiled and said nothing. He was a man of few words to begin with, and to be able to say such a sentence, it was really because he was influenced by Dugu Hui these days.
“Fang Meng meets the master, and congratulates the master for coming out of seclusion and achieving great success in his magical powers.”
Taoist Fang came out from a side room in the front yard and greeted Yang Yiyu from a distance.
“Haha, Lao Fang, you’re not bad either. I saw that your alchemy skills are quite mature just now. But you still have to keep working hard. The way of alchemy is a great way of cultivating the truth. Your achievements in the future will not be bad. After some time, I will teach you how to refine real elixirs for cultivation. “Yang Yiyu laughed, in his heart he was indeed thinking about passing on the Qi Gathering Pill to Taoist Gao Fang.
After not seeing him for almost a month, Taoist Fang was already at the eighth level of the Qi Refining Stage. It seemed that his internal force transformation had been completed, and his cultivation had made great progress.
“The reason why I can be where I am today is all because of the support and teaching of the Sect Master. I will definitely work hard for our Yunmen in the future.” Taoist Fang had rich experience in the secular world and was very tactful in dealing with people. He quickly expressed his opinion, but he was also speaking from his heart. During this period of time, through alchemy, his cultivation could indeed be described as making great progress.
“That’s serious. You are the alchemist of our Yunmen. You don’t have to care about the situation. By the way, has the transaction of Peiyuan Pills for the major families been completed?” Yang Yiyu asked him.
“I was just about to report to the Sect Master. All the transactions were completed half a month ago. Now we are refining the second batch of Peiyuan Pills. Later, major forces heard about it and came. We took on the business of twelve furnaces of Peiyuan Pills. We obtained forty innate spirit stones in total, all of which are stored in the hands of the old lady. “Master Fang said with a smile.
“Old lady?” Yang Yiyu was stunned for a moment, how come an old lady suddenly appeared?
“Oh, it’s your grandma.” Master Fang explained quickly.
Yang Yiyu was really amused, but after thinking about it, he understood that grandma was indeed the old lady of Yunmen.
Hearing that there were already forty innate crystals, Yang Yiyu felt relieved. It was enough to set up the small Zhoutian formation, and it could also be upgraded to a higher level.
After chatting for a few sentences, Yang Yiyu asked, “Where are the others? Why doesn’t anyone come to practice? Didn’t I ask them to come to the ancestral home to practice when I was in seclusion?”
Hearing Yang Yiyu’s question, Master Fang and Wu Jian’s faces froze. They looked at each other, and both of them looked unhappy.
Yang Yiyu’s heart skipped a beat, and he asked quickly, “Did something happen?”
Master Fang took a deep breath and said, “Something happened in the ancient capital.”
“What? What happened? Is it Shanshan? Or Tiedan and the others? “Yang Yiyu raised his voice, his whole body tensed up, and the invisible pressure of the foundation-building period was released.
The general standing next to him had not yet practiced Taoism, and was still an ancient warrior. He could not bear it and sat down on the ground under Yang Yiyu’s pressure. Taoist Fang also turned pale and said quickly: “Miss, it’s okay~”
(End of this chapter)
