87 An Inescapable Dragne (1/2)

It was early in the morning when Yun Yang leaned against a tree as he breathed in deeply. Spiritual energy from the rising sun was absorbed into his body like tendrils of smoke.

He stretched himself, his bones popping and cracking. When Yun Yang opened his mouth, a long cloud of condensed white air jetted out from his mouth like a dragon!

It rose, barely dissipating, into the morning breeze, only making a soft pop after several hundred feet that resulted in a small hole in the enclosing wall.

“Oh my god!”

Fang Mofei and Laomei who had been closely watching him were both dumbfounded.

“Bones like cracking thunder from the heaven, dantian’s Qi like a soaring dragon!”

Fang Mofei was speechless. He had only achieved this stage after cultivating to the seventh peak while Lao Mei who was already at the peak of sixth heaven barely came close.

Yun Yang seemed to only be… third heaven? It was an unexplainable phenomenon.

What was going on?

Both of them simultaneously looked towards the sky and peered suspiciously at their surroundings. Nothing had changed and they were still on the same earth…

“Could it a problem with my cultivation method?” Fang Mofei and Lao Mei’s eyes met, reading the same question from each other’s gazes.

Yun Yang recovered from his cultivation, standing up slowly while taking in the feel of his surroundings.

Both Fang Mofei and Laomei then realized with a shock that the weak state that had always clouded Yun Yang before this had vanished.

He brimmed with life and vigor!

They could scarcely believe their eyes.

Just yesterday, he was still sickly and was unable to lift his leg up; today, he was already spirited and energetic?

Yun Yang breathed in and out deeply. The lingering exhaustion had completely recovered today. The absorption of air of injustice from killing the enemy on the battlefield was minuscule, no matter how many he had killed.

Based on his calculations, his conjured wind and flame had burned at least a hundred thousand men of the army of Dongxuan but his collected air of injustice was at most derived from twenty to thirty people.

“Perhaps these belonged to those who were especially wicked…” Yun Yang pondered upon the recent developments.

It was still better than nothing. At least Emmie was a little stronger as the air of vitality it could provide increased and got richer.

However, Yun Yang’s exploitation of Emmie during this period of time had made it extremely recalcitrant. It was always listless with its leaves flopping down, not waving its tendrils anymore and appeared lethargic. It looked exactly like a child who had been greatly wronged but dared not speak up, jutting its lips in a pout.

Yun Yang felt his heart soften at the sight, and immediately gave it ten pieces of the good jades he had taken previously.

It was only then that Emmie perked, waving its tendrils again and regaining it’s blithe. It got friendlier when it saw Yun Yang too. However, Yun Yang grew troubled again.

Looking at the remaining twenty-three pieces of jade from the original fifty he had – it was running out too quickly.

His resources were about to be depleted again.

Even most of the Pearl of the Flood Dragon was depleted. Although Emmie would nourish it when it had some energy – it seemed reluctant to let the Pearl of the Flood Dragon be gone too, what they could make use of now was all about to be used up.

Those mystical stones and mystical crystals, including the treasured gems that he had gotten from searching through Zhao Binglong’s residence, had all been consumed!

Just as Fang Mofei and Lao Mei came over with intention to congratulate Yun Yang on his breakthrough, they heard him murmuring to himself, “Time to raid someone’s house… if I don’t raid another house, there’s no living to be made… Whose should I be raiding?”

Fang Mofei and Lao Mei stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

You can’t make a living if you don’t raid someone’s house? What has gotten into you?

“Old Fang, what is your current cultivation level?” Yun Yang asked.

“Seventh intermediate. Although I’m accumulating spiritual Qi every day, the improvement is not distinct.”

“Lao Mei, what about you?”

“Sixth, pinnacle. But I still feel like the next breakthrough is very far away…”

“Too slow!” Yun Yang frowned. “Too weak! It’s not enough to do the necessary!”

Fang Mofei and Lao Mei were both exasperated.

Yun Yang continued, “Both of you need to work harder!”

He sighed and went back to his room.

Both Fang Mofei and Lao Mei were left speechless. It was a strange feeling, to be chided by a third peak cultivation amateur when they were sixth and seventh level experts themselves!

In his room, Yun Yang frowned. He was not simply saying that their abilities were insufficient.

The incident with Cirrus House’s Yun Zuiyue earlier seemed like a farce no matter how one had looked at it. It was only quelled after Yun Yang made a ruckus directly at Qiu Jianhan’s residence.

However, the activities in recent days made Yun Yang highly alert, feeling all his goosebumps raised.

Nine Heavens Dictum’s intel arrived, flying in like speeding clouds.

“Qiu Jianhan’s mistress felt deeply ashamed, giving up on Cirrus House’s matter and stayed indoors to reflect on her mistake.”

“Qiu Family’s Young Master Qiu Yunsan was injured from Old Marshal Qiu Jianhan’s beating – grounded and stayed indoors to reflect on his mistake.”

“Old General Leng Daoyin punished his son-in-law harshly, the latter grounded at home. No one in the Residence of Leng is to partake in Cirrus House’s matters.”

“Residence of Crown Prince’s aide Shui Yuehan was punished, His Highness the crown prince apologized to Old Marshal Qiu.”