Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 328 Seeking Help

When Yang Silang opened his eyes again, everything was peaceful.

Even the slight moisture in her eyes had completely vanished.

"Congratulations, my husband—you have successfully advanced to the Golden Marrow Realm!"

The young girl, Hu Jiaoniang, stepped forward first and gave a curtsy with a joyful expression.

Her face was adorned with a captivating smile, a smile that came from the depths of her heart.

Yang Silang scratched his head and coughed.

"Uh—it's nothing—"

If it were someone else congratulating him, he could feel a bit proud; but Hu Jiaoniang?

A demon immortal congratulates you on breaking through to the Golden Marrow Realm.

It's like a rich person congratulating you on making a few more steamed buns' worth of money. What's there to celebrate?

He suppressed his excitement, realizing he needed to work harder to improve as soon as possible.

Even a Grandmaster of Golden Marrow is only at the level of Pei Shiliang of the Pei family a few years ago.

I wonder how far Pei Shiliang is from the Martial Saint realm?

It seems I still have a lot of practice to do; the task ahead is arduous and the road is long.

Yang Silang had already broken through, so Hu Jiaoniang took the opportunity to withdraw the formation.

There were shadowy figures moving outside the window.

Wang Daniu had already run out, wearing clothes and barefoot.

The moment Yang Silang completed his alchemy in the study, a pillar of qi and blood shot straight into the sky, remaining condensed for more than ten breaths.

This unusual phenomenon was exactly the same as when Fu Liunian broke through to become a Grandmaster of the Golden Marrow.

Wang Daniu couldn't wait any longer and ran over.

Fortunately, he still knew it was nighttime.

Whether it's a real sister-in-law or a fake one, the fourth brother and his wife are together inside, so it's naturally inconvenient to go in late at night.

But he felt restless if he didn't say a few words, so he thought for a while through the window and asked a question.

"Fourth Brother, you succeeded?"

"Hmm—go to sleep early—" Yang Silang had already passed the moment of excitement and his response was quite calm.

"Sigh...okay, okay..."

Wang Daniu felt as if his overwhelming joy had crashed into an iceberg.

Sigh, I knew all along that Fourth Brother was no ordinary person.

Perhaps in other people's eyes, it's just an ordinary breakthrough, and I'm overthinking it.

At this moment, a cold winter wind blows.

Wang Daniu then realized how cold it was.

After all, the pillar of vital energy had disappeared, and the cold air had invaded the hospital again. Wang Daniu had not yet recovered from his injury.

He sneezed and shivered, then hurriedly ran back into the house.

Yang Silang was about to lie down and rest with Hu Jiaoniang in his arms.

Another pretty figure flashed past the window.

"Fourth Brother?" the woman outside asked sweetly, "Is he asleep?"

The visitor was my fifth sister.

Yang Silang coughed.

"You're not asleep, Fifth Sister? Did I wake you?"

"No—Fourth Brother, you've really become a Grandmaster?" Yang Wumei asked in a low voice, her voice brimming with barely suppressed joy.

"Okay, it's done. Go to sleep early."

"Ah————" came the suppressed joyful cheers from outside as Fifth Sister skipped and hopped into her room.

The study finally quieted down again.

"That's the point about breaking through to a higher realm outside—you can't hide it from others—" Yang Silang said to Hu Jiaoniang with a smile.

He could have chosen to break through his cultivation level in the blessed land.

But his deliberate choice to do it in the outside world is a declaration of his own strength.

They stole the show on the city wall that day, and also revealed their trump cards, such as the Flying Thunder Stone.

He needs a public breakthrough to declare himself a Grandmaster, lest any petty eyes covet his position.

A wounded wolf carrying a large piece of fat meat will attract malicious stares.

But if a male lion occupies a large piece of meat, far fewer eyes will dare to scan and scrutinize it from the surroundings.

There are also some aristocratic families in the city who have neither taken sides nor maintained an alliance.

Their attitude of not defending the city is ambiguous.

Loyalty that is not absolute is absolute disloyalty.

Yang Silang felt he needed to demonstrate his strength appropriately.

He lay down for the third time with Hu Jiaoniang in his arms.

This time, finally no one was lingering outside the window.

However, his spiritual senses had already detected that outside the courtyard gate, Yan Nanxing and his entourage paced back and forth several times before finally leaving.

His steps were resolute and cheerful as he left.

Hmm, I heard that Brother Yan has been having a lot of trouble lately because the army in the city is leaderless. He might come to me for help tomorrow.

Yang Silang dismissed the distracting thoughts in his mind and stopped thinking about it.

Even with countless trivial matters, tonight's great joy brings a breakthrough, and right now there's only one thing to do.

He blew out the lamp, leaned down to look at Hu Jiaoniang, and smiled.

"My lady, you protected me tonight, a great service indeed. What reward do you desire?"

Hu Jiaoniang blinked, puzzled.

"We are husband and wife, one in spirit. It is my duty to protect you. What reward do you want?"

Yang Silang shook his head.

"No, even between husband and wife, there should be rewards and punishments."

"You should be punished for assaulting your husband during the day."

"He who protected me tonight deserves a reward."

"That's exactly how it should be—"

He lowered his head, and Hu Jiaoniang offered some resistance.

Strangely enough, this demon immortal was no match for a grandmaster; it seems he was indeed careless.

Before Hu Jiaoniang became obsessed, a strange thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

There should be rewards and punishments, but shouldn't the rewards and punishments cancel each other out, leaving no merit or demerit?

How did I end up here with you, sir?

Rewards are kisses and hugs, and punishments are also hugs and kisses; how can they be the same?

Before she could even figure it out, her face was already flushed, and she quickly lost herself in the moment.

That night.

There were many people coming and going outside the Yang residence, all looking hurried.

They asked a few questions briefly, then left in a hurry.

A newly promoted grandmaster, with the true essence of his fist technique, could clearly hear even the flapping of a mosquito's wings within a dozen feet.

Everyone just came to find out which powerful person had successfully advanced in rank. As for sneaking into someone's courtyard to spy, no one thought they had too much of a life to live.

The next day.

Yang Silang got up in high spirits, and Hu Jiaoniang was also radiant.

Yu Nutian was already in the kitchen, using all his skills, even though it was still dark.

Shu Miaosheng cleaned the courtyard inside and out thoroughly.

The two demons were beaming with joy. Their master had become a Grandmaster, wasn't that a great thing?

After everyone got up, they went to the guest room.

The table was already laden with a variety of delicious dishes, both meat and vegetarian.

Everyone was still puzzled as to why they had eaten such a lavish breakfast this morning, but Wang Daniu smiled confidently.

Yang Wumei was so happy that she often lost herself in thought.

At that moment, someone knocked on the courtyard gate.

Fu Hongying and Xiao Yue entered and immediately knelt down to pay their respects.

Both women had joyful smiles on their faces.

"Congratulations, Master (Grandmaster), on breaking through to the Golden Marrow Realm and becoming a Grandmaster!"

"May he live past one hundred years old and maintain peak combat power for the rest of his life!"

Those who cultivate to become grandmasters, regardless of what kind of martial arts they practice, generally live to be over a hundred years old, and it is quite common for them to live to be one hundred and thirty or fourteen.

Moreover, except in the final days of their lives, Grandmasters can almost always maintain their peak combat power.

For example, in martial arts worlds, there are instances where elderly martial arts masters are defeated by younger boxers.

Even grandmasters will experience a decline in qi and blood as they age, with their dantian and qi sea withering away, and their true qi becoming far less potent than in its prime.

Grandmasters usually possess secret techniques that allow them to unleash one or two peak attacks, but that's all they can do. These are considered trump cards, and their usual combat strength is only 30% to 40% of their peak.

But no one has ever heard of anyone daring to cause trouble for an elderly Grandmaster. As the Grandmaster ages, he relies on the golden marrow he cultivates within his spine, and he undergoes a blood transfusion once a week to maintain his powerful vitality.

The combat strength of an elderly Grandmaster and a middle-aged Grandmaster remains almost unchanged, earning them the reputation of having an unblemished combat body.

Yang Silang became a Grandmaster at the age of 21.

Even among those great families, this is considered rapid progress in cultivation.

How could Fu Hongying and Xiao Yue not be happy?

Yang Silang raised his hand and laughed.

"Why all the formalities?"

The group was quite far apart.

A surge of gentle true energy emerged, transforming into two giant hands that lifted the two women to their feet.

Now, above his dantian and dantian, true qi has condensed into a pill. In terms of the amount of true qi, there is actually no significant change compared to before, only an increase of more than 10%.

However, the quality of their true qi is vastly different.

The condensed true energy can be both hard and soft, and can detach from the body to condense evil spirits.

On that day, the Left Elder of the Five Poisons Sect struck out with a palm, which condensed into a giant blood-red palm from a distance, severely injuring Master Liu.

If he were to do it now, the same palm strike would only be more powerful and reach farther.

If it were that Grandmaster Elder of the Five Poisons Sect from a few days ago, and he were given a long spear, Yang Silang was confident that he could fight him head-on with bare hands and crush him with overwhelming force!

This is the benefit of the Great Five Elements Power's massive amount of true qi.

"Master—" Fu Hongying stood up and chattered, "Last night, we saw the qi and blood in this area rise into the air like pillars when we were in the Martial Arts Tower."

"My great-grandfather said at a glance that you must be trying to break through to the Golden Marrow Realm."

"This morning, we met General Yan on our way here, and he told us this good news."

Yang Silang laughed.

"How is Grandpa Fu's health?"

Fu Hongying blinked.

"Originally, we had Xiao Yue'er's Moon Marrow Pill to help us."

"The toxins have been removed very quickly these past few days, and he's even able to get out of bed and practice boxing again."

"I estimate it will be completely healed in a few more days."

"But—" she hesitated to finish her sentence.

Xiao Yue, standing to the side, spoke her mind frankly.

"It's just that last night, Grandpa Fu saw a pillar of qi and blood rising up here."

"First I said it must be you, and then I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning in bed."

"He sighed and lamented all night, saying things like 'the younger generation is formidable,' and 'I'm so old, I've wasted my life.'"

"I didn't even eat breakfast this morning, let alone get up to practice boxing."

"I think you're listless and in even worse shape than a few days ago."

"It seems that the old man's poison hasn't been completely cleared out yet, and he's also developed some mental health issues."

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Fu Hongying hurriedly explained from the side.

"Master, my great-grandfather was not petty or intolerant."

He probably just felt a little disappointed.

Yang Silang waved his hand, nodded, and said, "I know."

Mr. Fu wasted more than 20 years trying to break through the barrier.

However, Yang Silang has only been a grandmaster for less than two years, making the difference between the two tenfold.

Fu Liunian wasn't jealous, but rather lamented his own stupidity and excessive self-doubt, which temporarily left him feeling listless.

The group chatted for a few more minutes.

Just then, another guest arrived outside.

Yan Nanxing strode in.

He wasn't wearing armor today, nor did he bring any personal guards. He wore a blue robe, and his face was covered in a beard. He didn't look like a military general; he looked more like a scholar.

If it weren't for Daqing smelling his familiar scent, he wouldn't even have been able to get in the door.

"Brother Yang, congratulations!" He laughed heartily. "Back then, I even wanted to compete with you for the title of Grandmaster."

"I didn't expect that I would break through to the Grandmaster level faster than you, but you surpassed me and became a Grandmaster first."

"I'm so envious."

"I changed my clothes to come here today to avoid being recognized, and I have some unspeakable reasons for this. Please forgive me, Brother Yang."

Yang Silang laughed and said it was alright, while Wang Daniu thought to himself, "Even if you become a grandmaster, you'll still be behind me."

"Brother Yang—please lend me a hand!" Yan Nanxing suddenly bowed solemnly.