Even in his twilight years, he swept through the chaotic army of ten thousand warriors!

Liu Zhe was stunned for a long time, and after thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't figure out why this was the result.

Breathing techniques are undoubtedly what Ji Yan desperately needs right now...

He gave it to him voluntarily, even knowing that he was very likely unable to cultivate qi and blood due to his advanced age.

And they made it clear that all they wanted was empty words; they didn't make any real, substantive demands...

No, why would he reject me?

His mind went blank. He had clearly already agreed to come to Liuqi, so there was no harm in nodding in the process.

He went to save up money himself...

He wanted to give the stubborn old man some now, but the old man had already made it clear that giving him any more would only anger him.

In the long run, all he could do was sigh...

Let's take another look!

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Position: Traveler

[Entry: Still vigorous in old age, pending selection]

There are two advanced paths for those who achieve great things later in life.

Craftsmanship leans towards the sedimentation of time, while entries lean more towards rain, snow, wind, and frost.

Dongzi's two coins, Xiaoxing's sincerity and joy, and the severed hand handed to him...

Every experience that touched Ji Yan became nourishment for his advancement in rank.

Back when I left this shabby little courtyard last time, my progress in [Rank] had already reached 74%.

This time, after shooting down five people with his bow, he finished off the last bit...

After confirming that Liu Zhe's arrival was not hostile, Ji Yan opened the candidate entries and began to examine them carefully.

At that moment, his gaze fell on one of them...

[Entry: Dust and Mud Forged the Way]

[Effect: When people do evil, they accumulate evil energy on their bodies, like dust and mud covering the road.]

You shall wield the blade, take the dead as your material, and use blood as fire to forge a path to heaven.

As Ji Yan's thoughts settled on it, a sense of enlightenment gradually arose within him.

The term "path" is used generally, but it is a collective term for both "path" and "way".

The Dao is a state of being, though Ji Yan hasn't reached that level yet.

The path is the way, and the method is the way.

In other words, Ji Yan can use the accumulated evil energy to deduce the method, making it more perfect and suitable for himself.

Standing stance training and breathing exercises are originally one, but the flag officers separated them into tools for extracting marrow from bones.

And this missing breathing technique...

Ji Yan could use the evil aura to deduce it.

The words warmed her heart slightly, and Ji Yan opened her eyes...

The gray-black malevolent energy trembled slowly on the corpses of the five people around them.

With a single thought, varying degrees of malevolent energy fell upon the entry...

【Evil Qi: 32 strands】

The thirty-two strands of malevolent energy correspond to their thirty-two evil deeds.

The most tragic of them all was the first one Ji Yan killed, yet he was not unjustly killed in the slightest...

He was only fifteen years old when he got a government job through connections.

But the first thing he did after becoming an official was to defile the girl he had been eyeing for so long.

Look further down...

Not a single person was mistakenly killed!

Ji Yan reopened his eyes, searched the five people for their silver, and left half of it in Xiao Gou's chicken coop.

After doing all that, I got up and left, not wanting to cause any more trouble for others.

Qingshui County gets its name from the Qingshui River, which separates the seven villages in the middle.

As Ji Yan passed by, he used the river water to wash away the bloodstains from the arrows. He himself was not much tainted, and the light drizzle along the way was enough.

It was already late when we returned to the garrison. After a moment's hesitation, we didn't go straight to the barracks, but instead went to the drill ground.

According to Lao Si, there used to be plenty of time for new recruit training.

But then there were only three days left...

What can you do in three days? Even an ordinary person might not be able to master that set of stance training smoothly.

But there's no other way; we only have three days.

If no blood or qi is seen after three days, one must go to the military fields, where one must work from dawn till dusk, leaving little time for training.

Knowing that now was not the time to slack off, Ji Yan braced her weary body...

They assumed their stances, preparing to dissipate the malevolent energy before returning to rest.

"I wonder to what extent this malevolent energy will evolve..."

Ji Yan attempted to infuse the first wisp of malevolent energy into his stance training...

Hey~

As if a gentle breeze were blowing through his stiff bones, a faint thought stirred in Ji Yan's heart.

Ji Yan was delighted, yet fearful that those thoughts would dissipate.

A second wisp of malevolent energy followed, spreading those thoughts out like ripples...

The sixth strand, the seventh strand...

The malevolent energy, like kindling, fell into the furnace of consciousness, urging the stance training to evolve rapidly in the mind.

Countless subtle muscle tremors, shifts in center of gravity, and coordination of breathing rhythms were dissected, reassembled, and verified...

The stance training resounded loudly in the rain, but Ji Yan himself didn't even notice...

The burning, stinging pain in my chest had somehow completely disappeared.

The stiff, clenched movements that used to be executed are now becoming fluid and natural.

Even changing little by little...

He was so engrossed in the game that he lost track of time.

The rain fell like a curtain, and the sky blurred into a gray-white hue.

"Why isn't anyone calling me!"

Li Yan cursed under his breath and hurriedly put on his armor as he rushed towards the training ground, still managing to keep one hand out to hold the silver in his pocket.

He was anxious all night because he couldn't deliver it yesterday.

"You've finally come today!"

He thought to himself, and his feet seemed to fly.

But when they arrived at the training ground, they found a huge crowd gathered there, but no one was actually practicing.

The soldiers craned their necks, and even the dog... Zhou Qiguan, whom he had been longing for, stood in the front row with his arms crossed, staring wide-eyed.

"Make way! Make way!"

"Your brother Yan is here!"

Although Li Yan was not tall, he was strong and powerful, and managed to squeeze through the crowd.

His breath caught in his throat at what he saw.

"This old guy... practiced all night again? He's got a death wish?!"

In the center of the training ground, a gaunt old man was practicing his basic martial arts.

He had previously reminded Ji Yan that this task could not be rushed.

Even a twenty-year-old lad like him would be spitting out blood after two days of fighting, how could that old bone withstand it!

But if it were just about driving piles, then certainly not so many people would watch.

What's abnormal is...

The old man's movements were fluid and smooth, without the slightest hesitation.

The breath was long and steady, like a gently flowing stream...

Even more remarkably, a dry patch of land was carved out of the rain!

It rained all night!

"Where did this old man get his breathing technique from...?"

He was still wondering to himself when he suddenly realized something.

wrong……

His pile frame is incorrect!

He then realized that although he could still see the shadow of the Great Jing Eight Stances, many of the movements were completely different!

The movements themselves are fine, but the breathing techniques...

He had seen Fu Xianxing's breathing before; it was a rhythmic breathing pattern that was both expansive and deep, a result of his training in martial arts.

But Ji Yan's...

Moderate and peaceful, grand and magnificent!

It's as if the impetuousness and haste inherent in boxing techniques have been completely abandoned...

"Damn it, could he also be someone with connections, learning from the centurion?"

Li Yan cursed under his breath, his eyes turning red.

Then, forcing a smile, she tried to give the silver to Zhou Cheng...