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

Actually, he stumbled a bit during the game, but his skill improvement was genuine.

With the blessing of his destiny, the 86-year-old now possesses four times the skill bonus.

With each rise and fall of his stance training, he could clearly see the results.

It's not just about mastering the skills; it brings a sense of almost complete satisfaction.

Ji Yan closed his eyes, carefully observing the subtle changes in his body...

This body has been weak for far too long, so long that every inch of its muscles and every strand of flesh is like parched, barren soil that has been cracked for decades, lifeless and desolate.

But thanks to his stance training, he could feel a power slowly growing beneath him in this desert...

Ji Yan was very clear about one thing: stance training was just a method to refine qi and blood, not qi and blood themselves.

Otherwise, like the fourth brother, who has practiced stance training for nearly thirty years, his qi and blood are still like the moon in the water or a flower in a mirror.

One can only vaguely sense the loss of vital energy and blood, and there is nothing one can do about it.

His cultivation over the course of one night had already reached the level of the fourth brother, and perhaps it wouldn't be long before he reached that level...

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Just as he was experiencing it, a sharp, piercing pain suddenly seized his thoughts.

Ji Yan suddenly opened his eyes.

The intense heat he felt during the previous stake training now seemed to solidify into blades, coursing through his limbs and bones...

This is no longer a burning pain.

Suppressing the blood welling up in his chest, he was just about to search for the source of the problem when he suddenly heard someone beside him remind him.

"It's better to spit out that blood..."

Upon hearing this, Ji Yan no longer suppressed his anger.

The pent-up frustration in his chest suddenly eased, and then a mouthful of dark red blood slowly oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Turning my head, I saw a man unbuttoning his shirt and then pulling it off to wipe his sweat. It was he who had given me the reminder.

Seeing Ji Yan looking over, the man grinned.

"I won!"

In fact, Ji Yan had already noticed him before.

The stance training is extremely taxing. Many of the young and strong men around were already flushed and breathing heavily after just a few movements.

Before long, they were all sprawled out on the ground, and only a few were still standing after an incense stick had burned.

This man had been eyeing Ji Yan several times since Ji Yan entered. When he started practicing his stance training, his bloodshot eyes were fixed on Ji Yan, and he didn't stop until Ji Yan stopped.

Ji Yan could have continued in the middle, but fearing that this stubborn mule would work himself to death, he took two breaks.

This last fight lasted the longest, and he stubbornly held on until now...

Two hours of intense competition, all for just one sentence?

But his enthusiasm was indeed fierce, and Ji Yan gave him a thumbs up.

"You're pretty good!"

Upon hearing those words, the man's mouth practically stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

He rolled over again, dusted himself off, grabbed a bow from the weapon rack, and tossed an arrow over.

"Grandpa, would you like to come play with me for a while?"

Ji Yan raised his hand and caught the arrow that was thrown at him.

He didn't answer immediately, but instead used his withered hands to support himself on the ground and slowly lifted his hunched body up.

He spoke hoarsely, his voice like sandpaper, "Are we competing again this time?"

He is certainly tired now, but there is still some time before the training camp ends...

Before finding the root cause, that particular exercise obviously can no longer be practiced; trying archery would be a good alternative.

The man was very outgoing and started chatting within two steps.

"Young man Li Yan, you're twenty-three this year. How old are you, sir?"

"Ji Yan is eighty-six years old."

Upon hearing Ji Yan's answer, Li Yan couldn't help but gasp. Although he was mentally prepared, he still found it hard to accept.

"hiss!"

"You're saying I almost lost to an 86-year-old man?!"

Then he flashed a bright smile and said casually.

"When the old man first arrived, I was quite puzzled, thinking that someone his age would still come..."

He paused, seemingly considering his choice of words.

"They have the courage to fight for their lives."

"But after looking at it again and again, I realized that the old man really was..."

"Still going strong for his age!"

In response to his words, Ji Yan tried to replace "fighting for life" with "losing one's life" and "still vigorous in old age" with "a stubborn donkey".

Upon listening again, it was indeed much smoother.

"The world doesn't want people to live, and if I had a choice, I wouldn't want to either."

The man expressed his understanding, but also secretly lowered his head and suppressed his voice.

"Hey, Lao Ji, you've also bought some stance training materials, haven't you?"

"Just to be honest, how much did you pay for it?"

Ji Yan was taken aback, but since he had already been seen through, he didn't try to hide it anymore.

"It's... about two qian of silver..."

But before he could finish speaking, Li Yan jumped up like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on.

"Taking away the young master?!"

He stared wide-eyed, but Ji Yan responded with a nod.

Li Yan grimaced for a while, then said as if to comfort himself.

"I paid three times the price, but it was because an acquaintance of mine showed me how to play a set..."

"It's not a loss, it's not a loss!"

Ji Yan wanted to say that it wasn't really worth two coins, since it was money that had been given away.

But Li Yan's mind raced. As they walked, he suddenly nudged Ji Yan with his shoulder and looked in one direction.

"Hey, there's one more person, wait a minute!"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Yan ran out, and Ji Yan followed him.

Then I saw this outgoing young man warmly greet a boy.

The boy was sitting cross-legged, trying to pretend he hadn't seen him, but the boy shook him awake.

After a few more words, the boy returned, looking bewildered, with an arm around his shoulder.

"Fu Xianxing!"

Li Yan introduced it to Ji Yan.

"Let alone the others, even the two of us who secretly learned the fighting techniques ended up with distorted moves towards the end."

"Only this kid is so relaxed, like he's just sunbathing..."

He laughed and cursed, but his words were so endearing that no one could dislike him.

Ji Yan had actually noticed the boy he was talking about before.

The boy's face still looked childish, and he appeared to be only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Everyone else was exhausted, but he was still breathing slowly and steadily after finishing his routine, with a strange rhythm in his breath.

However, when Ji Yan saw him, he simply thought he was a legendary genius...

The three of them had arrived in front of the target as they talked, and Li Yan handed the bow to Ji Yan.

"Want to give it a try?"

Ji Yan took the bow and looked it over.

Judging from its shape, this bow is a typical recurve bow, with a bamboo bow body, willow wood bow fillet, and a string that looks like a cow tendon.

Living a long life has its advantages; at least you'll see a bit of everything.

When the harvest was good, there were no demons behind Jijia Village. Xiao Gou's ancestors were hunters, and Ji Yan had also gone up the mountain a few times with his grandfather.

His thoughts wandered for a moment, and Li Yan felt as if he were an old farmer touching a bow for the first time and was at a loss, so he laughed.

"Standing meditation is like lighting a fire inside the body."

"To refine out that hidden vital energy little by little."

"But this fire, if it doesn't have firewood to keep it burning, could burn you to death..."