As the Heaven and Earth Chaos Art circulated, the 'miserable state' within Yang Che's body gradually began to improve.

The massive Spiritual Qi that had been rampaging through his body began to penetrate his muscles and meridians, tempering them repeatedly and expelling Impurities from his body through his pores.

Subsequently, Yang Che Cultivated the Purple Origin Art again and successfully Broke through the Bottleneck, reaching the third level of the Qi Refinement Stage.

At this moment, Yang Che felt that his hearing, vision, and smell had all significantly improved.

Whether his eyes were closed or not, every rustle within a radius of more than ten zhang seemed to be within his grasp, clear in his mind.

This feeling of having everything under control immersed Yang Che, making it difficult for him to extricate himself.

After a long while, Yang Che quickly got up and walked out of the Stone Cave, jumping into the underground river to wash himself thoroughly, feeling an indescribable comfort and clarity throughout his body.

At this time, he lowered his head and carefully examined himself, surprised to find that his body had become much more translucent.

In addition to the further increase in the Magical Power within his Dantian, there seemed to be an inexplicable power contained within the muscles of his arms and legs, eager to erupt.

This significant change brought about by entering the third level of Qi Refining finally made Yang Che no longer doubt; he was now a true Immortal.

Suppressing his excitement and agitation, Yang Che continued to Cultivate for more than half a month, then got up and went to the nursery.

In over a year, the root of the nine-leaf dark yang fruit had turned completely emerald green.

About three inches above the soil, a small, dark green, thorny leaf had already grown.

At the base of the small leaf, a tiny flower bud was faintly beginning to emerge.

Yang Che carefully watered it with some clear water, looking at the 'Immortal Plant' before him with eyes full of fervor and anticipation.

He then returned to the stone bed, comfortably leaning against the stone wall, and took out a black scroll from the leather pouch at his waist.

The black scroll, made of an unknown material, depicted an incredibly complex terrain, which was precisely the treasure map the 'Flower Demon' had mentioned.

For the past half-year, Yang Che had often taken it out to study during his Cultivation breaks.

However, he did not fully understand the terrain depicted on the map; he could only vaguely discern that the treasure map's route ultimately pointed towards a location seemingly on the water, not on land.

"What kind of treasure will be at the end of this treasure map?"

Yang Che felt a little eager, but in the end, he put the scroll back into his leather pouch and took out the Purple Origin Art.

He now knew that the several Spells attached to the Purple Origin Art were the Heavenly Eye, Aura Concealment Technique, Object Control Technique, Wind Riding Art, and Ice Arrow Technique.

The incantations for these Spells were all profound and abstruse, extremely difficult to comprehend, and even though Yang Che focused his energy on the 'Ice Arrow Technique,' he had only barely grasped the basics.

Upon re-reading carefully, Yang Che was delighted to find that after his Cultivation entered the third level of Qi Refining, re-examining these incantations yielded different insights.

Especially after repeatedly studying the 'Object Control Technique' several times, he even had a feeling of 'sudden enlightenment.'

He suddenly understood why his attempt to Cultivate the Tai Xuan Hidden Light Formation had failed.

At that time, he had vaguely realized that besides his weak Cultivation and Divine Sense, he always felt something was missing; now it seemed very likely to be this 'Object Control Technique.'

Yang Che excitedly immediately sat cross-legged, quickly took out a Flying Fire Needles, infused it with Magical Power, and then began to diligently follow the incantations of the Object Control Technique, intending to control this Flying Fire Needles…

Half a month later, he failed.

A month later, he still failed.

The stubborn Yang Che felt that he had found a Breakthrough point and gained some insights. He secretly vowed that he would not give up until he mastered this 'Object Control Technique.'

Thus, he cast aside all distractions and focused all his energy on the 'Object Control Technique.'

Finally, after another month that felt incredibly long.

Yang Che moved his finger, and the Flying Fire Needles in front of him immediately flew up erratically, darting irregularly within the Stone Cave.

The Object Control Technique was finally mastered.

Yang Che excitedly jumped up, repeatedly punching the air in the Stone Cave, and even couldn't help but shout a few times.

He had completely not expected that the first thing he would learn would actually be the 'Object Control Technique.'

However, after careful thought, he felt it was reasonable.

After all, he had the Flying Fire Needles Magical Artifact that could assist him in Cultivating this technique.

Mastering one technique leads to mastering others. After Yang Che further perfected the 'Object Control Technique,' he also successfully Cultivated the Heavenly Eye and Aura Concealment Technique. However, the Ice Arrow Technique and Wind Riding Art, perhaps due to his insufficient Cultivation, he could not succeed no matter how he Cultivated them.

Yang Che could only temporarily give up on these two Spells. He then focused on the 'Object Control Technique' and, in conjunction with the limits of his Divine Sense, found that with his current Cultivation, he could only control a maximum of twelve Flying Fire Needles simultaneously. Any more would cause his head to feel dizzy and he would be unable to control them.

Moreover, during this period, Yang Che also unexpectedly discovered that the more Magical Power he infused into the Flying Fire Needles, the thicker the Flying Fire Needles would become, a discovery that also delighted him immensely.

This time, returning to this Stone Cave, Yang Che Cultivated for a full year and a half.

This year and a half brought immense gains, but Yang Che's confusion also grew.

He increasingly realized that relying solely on his individual strength seemed unfeasible. If he were in a Cultivation Sect, with someone to answer his questions and resolve his doubts, he wondered how much better it would be.

Thus, Yang Che's desire to find and join a Cultivation Sect grew stronger day by day.

On this day, Yang Che paced back and forth in the Stone Cave, contemplating for a long time, and finally decided to leave.

Regrettably, the first flower of the nine-leaf dark yang fruit had just opened halfway.

Since he had decided to leave, Yang Che no longer hesitated. He picked a leaf and a flower from the nine-leaf dark yang fruit, ate them directly, and then circulated the Heaven and Earth Chaos Art to continue strengthening his physical body.

After completely absorbing them, Yang Che felt that the power contained within his muscles seemed to have grown stronger.

Packing the root of the nine-leaf dark yang fruit, patting the leather pouch at his waist and the long sword slung across his back, Yang Che stepped out of the Stone Cave and walked along the underground river towards the misty valley.

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Leaving Wanglong Mountain, Yang Che headed straight for Yang Village.

He wanted to avenge his grandfather.

Having been away for nearly three years, Yang Village seemed to have remained unchanged.

After his grandfather's death, he felt no warmth here.

Yang Che did not want to be too ostentatious. Only when night fell did he quietly walk into the familiar courtyard.

At this moment, he had the Aura Concealment Technique active on him. This time, Yang Hu's dog did not sense anything.

Speaking of the Aura Concealment Technique, it was truly an interesting Spell. Once learned, one only needed a thought for the Spell to take effect. If one did not wish to deactivate it, as long as there was Magical Power in the body, the Spell could remain active.

Arriving in front of Yang Hu's house, the dog finally saw someone. Just as it was about to bark, Yang Che directly kicked it, sending the dog flying far away. The dog didn't even let out a whimper and lay motionless on the ground.

Yang Che bothered not with the dog's life or death and quickly arrived outside Yang Hu's window.

He saw that Yang Hu's family of three was having dinner.

Yang Hu's son was still picking the best dishes and meat, constantly chattering.

Yang Hu's wife had a cautious expression, continuously putting food into her son's bowl while looking fearfully at her husband, who was pouring wine down his throat.

After a few years, this Yang Hu had grown even fatter, like a large ball of flesh, and was still addicted to alcohol.

For a moment, looking at Yang Hu's child, Yang Che's hand, gripping the Flying Fire Needles, paused slightly.

However, in the next moment, the scene of his grandfather being secretly murdered by Yang Hu immediately flashed through his mind.

A cold glint flashed in Yang Che's eyes, and the Flying Fire Needles silently flew in through the window, directly piercing Yang Hu's heart.

At the same time, Yang Che's palm clenched sharply, and the Flying Fire Needles embedded in Yang Hu's heart rotated and churned…

With a wave of his hand, the Flying Fire Needles flew out and were collected by Yang Che into the Meteor Box.

He turned indifferently. Only then did shouts of panic and the sound of overturned tables and chairs erupt from inside the house…

Previously, Yang Che had always thought that if he ever gained the ability to take revenge, he would thoroughly humiliate Yang Hu in front of him.

But when this day truly arrived, Yang Che found that some of his previous thoughts seemed to have become less important.

He was even too lazy to confront Yang Hu when he killed him.

Yang Che went to his grandfather's grave outside the village, kowtowed a few times, and then disappeared into the hazy moonlight.

He had already decided to seek out a Cultivation Sect and embark on the true path of Cultivation.