Chapter 3

Yun Yijian stood silently by the window all night, gazing at the night sky. The night rain swirled in the sky, dripping against the window, forming a melodious tune that captivated the heart.

He did not open the iron box, restraining the most primal impulse in his heart. He dared not, for he could not control the battle qi within him. He could not risk his own life, nor could he put the Yun family in a precarious position.

The next day, Yun Yijian picked up the green sword and quickly left the Yun family residence. Walking on the main street of Zixiao City, the crowd was bustling, with vendors of all kinds hawking their wares.

Yun Yijian casually ate some snacks and then hurried toward the city center.

The Body Cultivation Stream consumes a large amount of medicinal herbs, and almost every week, they would come to the main city to purchase a large amount of herbs, or find some treasure herbs that could even elevate the physical body to a higher level.

The main city had wide, interconnected streets. Despite the recent rain, there were no traces of it on the streets. A large number of independent cultivators and merchants selling medicinal herbs and pills occupied the streets.

"Come, come, young brother, I have a large number of pills here, including Meridian Opening Pills. If the price is good, I can even get you a Meridian Condensing Pill!"

A vendor called out to Yun Yijian.

"Old Niu, are you rubbing sand in your eyes? You don't even recognize the famous top of the风云榜 (Fengyun Board) Yun Yijian? He can't even open his meridians, what can your Meridian Opening Pill do for him? Hahaha."

A large man nearby teased.

Yun Yijian's face was expressionless. He did not care about the cold sarcasm and ridicule from some people. Although he was the top of the Fengyun Board, he could not open his meridians, which made him a useless person with no potential in the eyes of most people. Even though some strong individuals ranked him on the King Potential Board, he was still at the bottom.

"Oh, Young Master Yun is buying herbs again. I have many medicinal herbs for treating external injuries. Do you need any?" An elderly man saw Yun Yijian approaching and immediately stood up excitedly.

"Old man, I'll take them all. The price will be the same as before. The herbs you find have good medicinal properties and are of sufficient age." Yun Yijian smiled faintly, not putting on airs. Initially, he had seen the old man living in poverty, selling herbs for treating external injuries with no one buying them, and felt a bit of sympathy. He often came to take care of him. Over the past ten years, the old man had earned some money and even married a young widow, living a relatively comfortable life.

"Thank you, Young Master. This time, I found a hundred-year-old snow ginseng. Take a look; it's definitely a good herb for healing injuries! I'll give this snow ginseng to you for free, hoping that you can walk a supreme path! It's my way of repaying you!" The old man excitedly pulled out a piece of oiled cloth from his chest, wrapped layer after layer.

The moment the old man opened the oiled cloth, a fragrant aroma wafted out, startling the entire street. Yun Yijian's eyes widened. What was this?

"A treasure herb! A treasure herb worth ten thousand taels of silver!"

This wasn't just a snow ginseng; it was a thousand-year-old divine ginseng!

With this divine ginseng, he was absolutely confident in elevating his physical body to the level of a Meridian Condensing expert!

Yun Yijian was very excited but did not take the divine ginseng, saying softly, "Old man, I can't accept this treasure herb for free. This divine ginseng is worth a fortune! I don't have that much money with me. Will you come back with me, and I'll get the money for you?"

"Young Master, you are my savior. I now have a wife and children, all thanks to you! How can I take your money? With your care, our family has enough to live on. Just take it. When you become strong, just take my little girl as your disciple." The old man's expression changed, but he quickly calmed down and pushed the thousand-year-old treasure herb toward Yun Yijian.

"Wait, I'll take this treasure herb! I'll give you twenty thousand taels of silver. Here's the silver note!" A piercing voice almost pierced through people's eardrums. The old man was startled, almost fainting.

Yun Yijian frowned. This voice was unfamiliar; otherwise, he would never forget such a voice. He stepped in front of the old man and turned to look.

A young man, like a demon god, was followed by several teenagers. If not for the voice, he would definitely be considered a handsome and proud young man, towering over his peers. However, his voice was like it came from hell, extremely terrifying.

"I'll buy this treasure herb! Whatever price you set, I'll pay it!" Yun Yijian said coldly and calmly.

"Ha ha." The demon god-like man's voice was hoarse. "You've got guts. No one has ever dared to say they'll pay whatever I offer!"

"Sorry, I don't recognize you!" Yun Yijian held his sword and looked at the other person levelly. The other person's formidable battle power made him cautious. The other person was at least a Meridian Condensing expert, a pillar of the Yun family.

"Xiao Young Master, he is the one who recently emerged in Zixiao City, now the top of the Fengyun Board, Yun Yijian, the last on the King Potential Board. However, he hasn't opened his meridians. His physical body is incredibly strong, and his speed is very fast. If he gets close, even a Meridian Condensing expert is in danger!" A teenager sneered, pointing at Yun Yijian mockingly.

"A kid who hasn't even opened his meridians, so what if he gets close? A waste! And the top of the Fengyun Board? Is there no one else in this generation?" Xiao Young Master sneered, stepping forward and reaching out to grab the old man.

Xiao Young Master? Yun Yijian suddenly remembered Xiao Jingtian, who was once a prominent figure ten years ago. He was seventh on the Fengyun Board and eighteenth on the King Potential Board, a talented young man in Zixiao City. It was said that he had become a direct disciple of Lingyun Mountain, his status greatly increased.

Seeing the other person approach, Yun Yijian signaled the old man to step back. Regardless of whether the other person was Xiao Jingtian, he threw a punch, the air swirling and sparks flying, aiming straight for the other person's chest.

"Hmph, a waste is still a waste. I'll let you have three moves!" Xiao Jingtian said coldly, his voice scaring away nearby vendors and independent cultivators. "Meridians, open!"

The moment Xiao Jingtian spoke, four light rings burst from his body. The silver-white light rings radiated immense meridian power, tightly enveloping him.

"Wow! Xiao Young Master actually opened four meridians, and even a main meridian!"

The crowd in the distance exclaimed. Those who could open a main meridian were all geniuses. To open a main meridian and four minor meridians at such a young age was definitely a genius, no wonder he looked down on Yun Yijian.

"Hmph, so what if you opened your meridians!" Yun Yijian said coldly, increasing the power of his punch, making a rustling sound.

"Boom!"

Thud, thud, thud, thud...

The punch was like striking a massive rock, producing a loud boom. Both of them were pushed back, the green stones under their feet turning to powder.

The light rings around Xiao Jingtian instantly expanded several times, his body being thrown back, his face pale, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He did not expect that a kid who hadn't even opened his meridians could punch him away!

He retreated more than ten meters!

This strike was enough to show the terrifying strength of Yun Yijian's physical body. Such a slender body could deliver a punch with over a thousand pounds of force.

"Looking for death, a kid who hasn't even opened his meridians dares to hurt me! What gives you the right?" Xiao Jingtian, whose voice was already terrifying, now seemed to crawl out from the depths of hell, his face cold, his eyes blazing as if to burn the sky.

"I have my three-foot green sword!" Yun Yijian said coldly, his right hand on the hilt of his sword, standing firm like a pine tree, but no one dared to underestimate him.

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