Chapter 2: Withered Courtyard Spiritual Well Breakthrough!

Therefore, Ye Yang said nothing and waited for Bai Zizhen to continue speaking.

As expected, Bai Zizhen glanced at Ye Yang.

"My dear nephew is worthy of the name of precocious wisdom. What I just said was just the surface article. The rest is all here! Please take a closer look."

After saying that, Bai Zizhen waved his hand and a white sheepskin scroll fell into Ye Yang's hand.

"Your visit to 'Cha Zi Zhang's' house is just an excuse. The real purpose is to wait for the follow-up arrangements at Fengxue Xiaosi on the way back..."

"There are seniors waiting here in the sect."

"Do you have any specific requirements?"

Fengxue Xiaosi belongs to Wangyue Mountain. It is a dangerous peak hit by the sky and a mountain stream polished by water. It is hidden in the deep mountains and swamps, and few people go there.

"When the time comes, you can hand this thing over to the elders of the sect. You keep this thing for now."

Bai Zizhen threw a white bag to Ye Yang, tied with a red rope, and no one could see what was inside.

"Although the environment of Wangyue Mountain is bitter and cold, there is a famous independent cultivator called Wang Sandao, the 'Shaoyang Sword'."

"Although this person is a lone independent traveler, he has reached the realm of tempering evil spirits and condensing clear light, and will soon break through the seventh level of warriors."

"Could it be that the sect wants to recruit this person?"

After hearing what Bai Zizhen said, Ye Yang knew that it must be Feitian Sect that wanted to recruit this independent cultivator, and asked him to go out and deliver things, guessing that the sect's top leaders would not be convenient to take action.

"You are really smart, and this is exactly what the sect means. Do it well, and after completing the task, there will be an extraordinary reward waiting for you!"

After saying that, Bai Zizhen smiled mysteriously: "I will definitely satisfy you!"

Ye Yang looked back, but saw that Bai Zizhen's figure in the distance was still missing. In the snow, he could only vaguely see a figure stepping on plum blossoms and leaving.

Uncle Bai’s full name is Bai Zizhen. He is one of the ‘three elders and four Vajras’ of Feitian Sect. He has reached the sixth level of martial arts and is known as “Chasing the Wind”.

Although he has one leg lame, he is known as ‘Stepping on the plum blossoms at night’. His original life is a flying deer with extremely fast speed, so he is also known as the Stepping on Plum Blossoms Vajra.

A few years ago, Feitian Sect was attacked by a sniper. Bai Zizhen ran out of the sect at night, chasing the bright moon with a ray of green light, and stepped on the red plum blossoms.

As a result, the red plum blossoms did not fall to the ground, but he had already left the sect gate, leaving behind the plum blossom fragrance and a great reputation.

…

One day, it was snowy and gloomy. After seeing Bai Zizhen off, Ye Yang pushed open the wooden door.

With a creak.

Some snowflakes fell on the lintel. He brushed off the snowflakes on his collar and walked to a sturdy old persimmon tree.

The old persimmon tree has black bark, mottled and cracked, like the skin of an old dragon.

Only a few red persimmons were still hanging on the top, which were forgotten to be picked in the autumn, so they were left in the winter.

After experiencing white frost, wind and snow, hail and cold rain, they became more blood red, which attracted people's attention in the white snow.

Ye Yang raised his hand and shook it, and the snow in the yard dispersed, revealing a thick layer of stone slabs.

He lifted the stone slab away, and a bluestone dry well appeared next to the tree, and a clear and fresh smell rushed into his mind.

The spiritual energy was surging around him. Breathing the fresh spiritual energy, Ye Yang felt the vitality in his body vibrate, and for a while, the shackles could not help but relax a little.

This spiritual well stood on the fulcrum of the scattered spiritual veins of Feitianmen.

For many years, Ye Yang's practice also benefited from the help of this spiritual well.

His father, Ye Hu, was also a senior member of Feitianmen. At his peak, he was the head of the Feitianmen Guardian Hall.

He was in charge of the rewards, appointments, transfers, promotions, and pensions of more than 20 martial arts guardians.

It's a pity that he was killed while guarding Taohuawu a few years ago.

In order to avoid attracting attention and unnecessary trouble, Ye Yang used thick bluestone slabs to cover the spiritual well to prevent the leakage of spiritual energy.

Ye Yang sat cross-legged by the well and practiced diligently. When he moved, a hazy green light came from all around.

The wind and snow fell, and it was unknown how long it had passed before Ye Yang slowly opened his eyes.

Only then did he realize that it was almost dusk.

"Finally broke through! The seventh level of ventilation."

Ye Yang looked inside himself. After breaking through to the seventh level of ventilation, strands of gas as thin as spider silk entangled, swam, and compressed in his internal organs and meridians.

After a few breaths, these strands of gas twisted into spiral gas, forming a series of tough gas.

"I hope to awaken the advanced life in the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony, so that it will be easier to practice in the future."

For many years, he practiced diligently, relying on the self-control of an adult, always suppressing others.

But the later he went, the less he felt, and he knew that it was due to his limited qualifications.

With a sigh, Ye Yang's eyes became firm again.

"The most taboo thing in practice is to be exposed to the sun for one day and cold for ten days. Only by persisting every day and making progress every day can we take the right path."

He got up gently and covered the bluestone slab again.

After a while, the sky cleared up in the evening, but the snowflakes were smaller and the night wind was gone.

It was just that the light snow mixed with hail, rain and fog wet a piece of the window made of blue and white paper.

Ye Yang was about to light the charcoal fire, but he never thought that at this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door outside.

The sound was crisp. Although he felt strange, Ye Yang still got up and opened the wooden door.

Outside the door was a maid dressed in green, with a round face, white skin, two pigtails, and a body covered with snowflakes.

"Dongqing, what's wrong?"

The maid heard Ye Yang speak and hurriedly said, "Sir, Bai Jin Gang said that one of your relatives came to the sect, and asked me to invite you?"

"What?"

Ye Yang was stunned, surprised and happy

"Are you here to cancel the engagement? Take me there quickly."

I don't know how many predecessors who traveled through time and space rose all the way because of the broken engagement, and thus defeated the world and the air.

Ye Yang had been living a hard life these years, and he had long felt that something was wrong. Today, when the maid reminded him, he realized where the problem was.

It turned out that there was a missing fiancée who was broken off at the door.

"What are you talking about, young master? Miss Zhu was sent to the mountain gate recently. She came to see you specially."

"And the Zhu family also gave pearls and white jade. I'm afraid they want you to take care of them in the future."

"What's more, no matter how poor our Feitian Sect is, it is still a sect. The Zhu family is just a poor family at the bottom. It's a blessing to be able to marry us. How dare we come to cancel the engagement."

Ye Yang coughed dryly. He remembered that his dead father did have an old friend, but later, his father died early, and the two sides didn't get to know each other again.

He devoted himself to cultivation and didn't take this matter to heart, so he forgot about it.

Hearing that they were not here to cancel the engagement, Ye Yang couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable and waved his hand.

"In that case, take me there."