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

[The Path Forged from Dust] still has four wisps of malevolent energy remaining...

Ji Yan flicked his fingertips slightly, his thoughts sinking into his sea of ​​consciousness, from which he drew out a wisp of dark, malevolent energy.

The malevolent energy coiled around his fingertips like a living thing, slowly flowing into the illusory image in the realm bar along his meridians.

[Realm: Blood Refining Realm]

He knew as early as when he awakened his destiny that this evil energy could also be used to deduce his realm, but at that time he had not even broken through the threshold of martial arts, and the realm column was always blank.

Now that I have embarked on the path of martial arts, I naturally have no hesitation whatsoever.

As Liu Zhe said, strength is the greatest power, and he doesn't like the kind of drama where you have to fight back in a life-or-death situation.

The malevolent energy entering the body brought a slight chill, and one could faintly hear the cries of suffering.

But in the next instant, that malevolent aura seemed to possess a spirit of its own…

One end is gently tied to the blood and qi, while the other end transforms into a fine wisp of silk, seeping into Ji Yan's limbs and bones.

Before long, the faint, blood-red glow, as faint as dust, was found and retrieved, slowly merging with Ji Yan's newly born life force...

Seeing this, Ji Yan stopped worrying and drew the remaining three strands of evil energy into his body.

A moment later, a faint crimson hue rose from Ji Yan's emaciated body.

Ji Yan slowly raised his hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

He could clearly feel a surging power flowing through his muscles, bones, and flesh.

Ji Yan had already sensed it the moment his qi and blood were first generated—

The four times mentioned in the phrase "[Old but vigorous]" refers to four times the current life level and ideal state.

From the moment he entered the Blood Refining Realm, his physical attributes were no longer four times that of an ordinary young man.

It is four times that of young, vigorous warriors!

That's a change in the base!

In other words, he will always be four times the number of soldiers of the same rank!

Before this, he could probably lift about 400 jin, but now he can lift at least 1,000 jin!

It was clearly only a hair's breadth away, but now that he's thrown this punch...

Perhaps this could be considered as breaking a monument or splitting a stone?

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The next day, early in the morning.

Ji Yan had been working on the stakes under the old locust tree all morning.

Yesterday, because the breathing technique he was practicing was integrated with his stance training, his progress in stance training actually slowed down instead of increasing.

I've been playing all morning and only managed to get the progress to level 70. It seems like it will take some more time before I reach the beginner level.

Just as I went back to have a cup of tea, there was a knock on the wooden door.

popping.

Immediately afterwards, a hoarse, raspy voice shouted.

"Rookie recruit!"

"Open the door! Wake up!"

"Your fifth brother got you some good stuff!"

Ji Yan only needed to drink a cup of tea before he raised his hand and opened the door.

What appeared before him was not a person, but a cypress barrel half a head taller than him, carried on one arm's shoulder, with inky black medicinal liquid sloshing around its rim.

If it weren't for the bruises all over his face, the man who called himself Fifth Brother would have been a handsome young man.

When he saw Ji Yan open the door, his words caught in his throat.

"Grandpa, are you worried about the child?"

He pounded his chest loudly, his hoarse voice sounding as if he had been stabbed.

"Don't worry, his fifth brother is here!"

"The boss really takes good care of your son; he had your fifth brother bring the medicinal bath first thing this morning!"

"I'll also have your fifth brother show you around the Six Banners..."

"He was busy this morning, otherwise, judging from his demeanor, he would have had to come in person!"

Ji Yan cupped his hands in thanks.

But Fifth Brother frowned and stepped past Ji Yan into the house.

"The boss told your fifth brother he'd found a promising talent!"

"Even the best seedlings need to weather the storms when they grow up, so why do we always let our elders do everything for us?"

"Twenty-eight isn't young anymore, and you still have your grandfather, who's so old, serving you? That's really something..."

The man shouted in a hoarse voice, but after searching the entire room, he couldn't find the child. In the end, he could only tilt his head and look at Ji Yan with a puzzled expression.

"Hey, where's the child?"

"I am that child," Ji Yan replied calmly.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

After a long while, the man with the hoarse voice finally put down the bucket, as if he had just gone through a long brainstorming session.

"Young Master Ma Wu, sir..."

"Twenty-eight?"

Ji Yan smiled and waved his hand, trying to clear up the misunderstanding.

Now, Ma Wu was no longer in a hurry and quickly invited Ji Yan into the bathtub.

"No rush, no rush, let's talk while we soak, let's talk while we soak..."

The way she was so careful seemed to be afraid that Ji Yan might not be able to catch his breath and would die on the spot, so she had to give him a medicinal bath to make her feel more at ease.

Ji Yan could only respectfully comply, but...

"You mean, you joined the army at eighty-six, shot and killed six yamen runners, practiced for three days to improve a thousand-year-old standing meditation technique, created your own breathing method, and then cultivated your qi and blood..."

Every word in Ma Wu's hoarse voice was tinged with doubt.

"Yeah?"

If it's just about experience, then he does admit that Ji Yan is not only a promising talent, but also a ruthless one...

A truly ruthless person!

But once you add the age of eighty-six, Ma Wu always feels like he's listening to...

Ghost stories.

But when he looked up, Ji Yan in the bathtub was already too busy to pay attention to him, and only nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Ma Wu guessed that the medicine was starting to take effect...

Just as he had expected, Ji Yan was now fully immersed in the effects of the medicine.

After transmigrating, if his biggest advantage is his age...

The biggest disadvantage is that he is old and frail.

He could clearly feel that his body was like a carriage about to fall apart.

Although a young soul has taken over, all the parts of the body have reached their end.

Fortunately, before the carriage fell apart, Ji Yan obtained the reins of Qi and Blood to hold it back, thus temporarily preventing its demise.

But the interior of the carriage was still rotten...

The illness that rotted away when he plunged into a cold pond at the age of seventy, the headache that rotted away when he was beaten unconscious with a stick while working for the boss's family at the age of thirty-six, and the illness that rotted away when he was fifty-three...

But now this medicinal bath is like a flame, gently warming and repairing his withered body.

About fifteen minutes later, Ji Yan opened his eyes, still feeling unsatisfied.

Feels so good!

An unprecedented level of comfort!

"nice one!"

Ji Yan couldn't help but sigh in admiration, yet also felt a pang of regret.

"What if there are four or five more times..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard Ma Wu exclaim in surprise.

"Four or five times?!"

"You think this is an unlimited supply of white rice?"

"Do you know how much this medicinal bath will cost?"

Ma Wu stretched out a hand and emphasized.

"Ten taels of silver!"

Although Ji Yan had anticipated that this medicinal bath for martial artists must be quite expensive, his eyelids still twitched involuntarily when he heard the price.

"So expensive?"

"Expensive?" Ma Wu twitched the corners of his mouth, but his smile was full of frustration and annoyance.

"Originally, each soldier was entitled to a medicinal bath once a month."

"But you, Wu... I went to collect this month's quota yesterday, and I don't know what went wrong with those Eight Banner bastards, they suddenly said they'd postpone it for a few days..."