From space to the world, it takes trillions of years

The sky is high and the emperor is far away, there are many officials among the few people.

Counting the time, it is now the 45th year of Tianshun in the Daning Dynasty, and there has been no news of the emperor's death.

Although this person does not do messy things like the previous ones, his life is coming to an end. I think it will be a few years before he dies.

Since leaving Yunheji, Chen Yu has been traveling day and night, preparing to cross the heart of the dynasty and head to the northern border of Daning.

After all, it is a vast world of cultivation. It is thousands of miles deep but there is no temperature difference. It is only divided into east, west, south and north according to the direction of sunrise and sunset.

Whenever Chen Yu took a break on horseback or in the mountains, he would try to sense the spiritual energy molecules around him and move them into his body.

At first, he stumbled and stumbled, barely able to make up for the spiritual energy consumed by walking a hundred miles a day. After running Qingyun Gong for several big cycles, the speed of absorbing spiritual energy gradually increased.

Perhaps it was because he had once fallen from the third level of Qi Refining, or perhaps the soul's travel through time and space had improved the qualifications of this body.

In just two months, Chen Yu recovered from the first level of Qi Refining to the third level.

Logically speaking, the concentration of spiritual energy in his body at this time is enough to cast some simple spells.

Unfortunately, there is nothing recorded in the Qing Yuan Gong book except the blank exercises.

As they got further and further away from Qinghuan Mountain, the tension in Chen Yu's heart slowly relaxed.

After Chen Yu finished practicing the exercises that day, he felt that the spiritual energy in his body had become stronger.

He patted the tired horse beneath him, and a trace of spiritual energy slowly seeped into its body.

This is a method Chen Yu has figured out recently. Spiritual energy can not only be used to perform fighting techniques, but more importantly, it can nourish and strengthen the body and even the soul of living beings.

But the spiritual energy itself is unruly and overbearing. Creatures who have not yet entered the door cannot sense it, and if they use the wrong method, forcing it in will backfire.

Only those who practice Taoism can refine the spiritual energy first, and then guide it through gentle techniques, in order to nourish the mortal body.

This horse is still young, but due to its poor bloodline and improper feeding, it is skinny and listless.

Now, after only two months in his hands, the horse is already in better spirits than before.

Especially after the spiritual energy began to be injected, the horse's mane became more shiny and beautiful, its body gradually became stronger and more fleshy, and its shoulder height seemed to have started to grow again.

With a sharp sound, Chen Yu patted the horse's body and narrowly avoided the arrow.

The sharp arrow hit the rock beside the horse, making a sound of metal clashing.

Chen Yu looked towards the dark woods. He had already noticed several fierce figures in them. What a joke! How could a Qi-refining cultivator be ambushed by a few petty thieves?

Several figures jumped out of the forest. The leader was a tall man, but unfortunately he only had four fingers on his right hand.

Liu Lao Da was originally a tenant farmer in Heqian County. Because he could not pay the rent to the landlord, he took his newly married wife away to pay off the debt.

He had no power or influence, and his family was penniless, so he had originally planned to endure it.

But he didn't expect that the rich man's son would come to humiliate his father after robbing his wife, and let the servants push his father into the feces and urine. He had no choice but to take advantage of the master and servants' laxity and kill several people.

In the fight, his father died tragically and he also lost a finger, so he hurriedly fled to the mountains and became a bandit.

Over the past few years, Boss Liu has recruited some followers, occupied this mountain road, and started a business with no profit.

It was he who shot the arrow just now. The honest tenant didn't know how to bend the bow at first, but for the sake of survival, what couldn't he learn?

Boss Liu, who has always been proud of his archery skills, didn't hit the target today, and he couldn't help feeling suspicious.

But he didn't take it too seriously and just thought he was lucky to have escaped.

The leader and his men rushed forward, but when they looked up, they saw the young man sitting leisurely on his horse, looking at them with a smile on his face.

Boss Liu had a feeling that something was not going well, but the minions around him kept rushing forward while howling in strange sounds, so he had no choice but to go forward anyway.

If he showed his cowardice, or even deserted the battlefield, it would be difficult to lead the team in the future. However, he secretly slowed down his pace and let his men lead the way, so that he could escape first if something went wrong.

The bandits were getting closer and closer, and the man in front had a morbid excitement and rosy look on his face.

There were few merchants and travelers in the mountains, and all legitimate business was done on official roads. If it wasn't for the desperate situation, who would be willing to sleep in the wild, hungry or full?

A lone traveler riding a nice horse.

Even if they are not too rich, the proceeds from the looting should be enough for them to have a few full meals.

The chief's gloomy mouth corners gradually curled up into a smile. It turned out that he was just a greenhorn who knew nothing.

I thought he was some master just now because he was standing there motionless. It turns out that I was scared silly by myself.

Boss Liu felt more and more relaxed. He thought that instead of killing the young man, he might as well recruit him to expand his power.

After all, he dreamed of returning to that village and letting the unkind local tycoon experience the feeling of having his family torn apart.

The beautiful fantasy in the bandit leader's heart was soon shattered.

Chen Yu just raised his hand calmly, and with a flick of his finger, a bloody hole appeared on the bandit's chest.

In just seven snaps of the fingers, all of Boss Liu's younger brothers fell down.

The leader's pupils instantly dilated, and his legs and feet couldn't help but soften, falling to the ground. Then, regardless of the pain all over his body, he turned around and tried to flee.

After he stumbled a few steps, Chen Yu used his Qi again. Boss Chen fell down without any hesitation.

Contrary to his calm appearance, Chen Yu felt quite helpless in his heart.

It's not because of the consumption of spiritual energy. This can't even be considered a magic. It's just a technique of using spiritual energy. The loss of spiritual energy is minimal.

There is no doubt that immortal cultivators are using a dimensionality reduction attack on ordinary people.

But since we set out on the journey, I don’t know how many waves of bandits we have encountered. I’m afraid there must be at least eighty of them.

From feeling disgusted at first to getting used to it now, Chen Yu is almost numb.

He was not merciful, after all, these people were not only after money but also wanted to kill people. If it weren't for his skills, he would be lying on the ground.

Touching the corpse is essential. What if there is a pearl covered in dust?

Unfortunately, those who come to rob are all poor people, and they don’t even have a piece of intact clothing on their bodies.

When he touched Boss Liu, Chen Yu turned his body over and faced upwards.

This guy was shot in the heart, but he was not completely dead. His eyes were drooping and he made an unknown "ho ho" sound in his throat.

But obviously no miracle happened. The spiritual energy not only penetrated his chest, but also shattered his internal organs and blood vessels.

Soon, he tilted his head and disappeared silently.

Chen Yu was in no mood to listen to his story. If he wielded his knife to kill the innocent weak, he should be prepared to be killed in return.

But there are too many bandits in these mountains.

Daning has enjoyed good weather and good harvests for decades, and has been resting and recuperating. Gradually, the output of the land can no longer support the creatures on the land, and more and more people will not be able to survive and will gather in the mountains.

Great order will inevitably be followed by great chaos, and this is not something he can control as a Qi-refining cultivator.

But there has been too much killing recently, and I don’t know if there will be any karma in this world of immortal cultivation that will hinder my path?