Wholeheartedly cultivate

  "My current magical power is only enough to cast ten fireballs, and then my magical power will be exhausted. I need to hold the spiritual stone in my hand and meditate to recover my magical power. To fully recover my magical power, it takes at least an hour. For most of the day, a lot of time is wasted on meditation, and the actual casting of spells doesn't take up much time."

  Ye Chen found that his magic training was progressing too slowly, which was a bit frustrating, so he began to think about how to quickly produce results.

  "If I had known this earlier, it would have been better to buy a bottle of low-grade spiritual wine to recover my magical powers."

  Ye Chen felt somewhat regretful.

  But for now, I can only refine it first today.

  Yun Xin has come over once or twice during this period, looking for Ye Chen to chat with, asking about everything, if there's anything she can help with.

  Ye Chen reacted indifferently.

  Although he had only been to the Yun's Cultivation Institute for a short time, he coldly observed that there were many young masters of the immortal city who had a good impression of Yun Xin. As soon as Yun Xin appeared, many warning gazes would stare at him.

  He just wants to focus on his practice and doesn't want to get caught up in this vortex of jealousy.

  Ye Chen didn't want to directly reject Yun Xin's enthusiasm, so she could only respond with a lukewarm and somewhat apologetic attitude.

  Yun Xin chatted for a while, felt bored and ran elsewhere.

  Ye Chen felt a weight lift off his shoulders and continued to focus on his magic training.

  Suddenly, Yun's cultivation institute became noisy and boisterous.

  "Wu Rong, this time you absolutely cannot lose again. If you lose once more, you'll be humiliated in front of Yun Xin."

  "Yuan Hong, this time in the martial arts exchange, you must knock him down!"

  Dozens of Qi-refining cultivators who were originally scattered around the courtyard, each practicing their own techniques in twos and threes, surprisingly gathered into a large circle, loudly shouting out two people's names, excited and agitated. Even several Cloud House instructors, who were watching from the side, did not stop or prohibit them.

  Ye Chen didn't stop his cultivation and stood up, coming to the surrounding crowd.

  In the center of the large circle, two young cultivators glared at each other, brewing their magic and preparing to make a move. The surrounding cultivators were all loudly shouting out the duo's names, eager for them to start fighting immediately so they could get a good look.

  "Isn't it forbidden for cultivators to fight in the Immortal City? Only the Fighting Platform can be used for sparring. How can you fight here in this training ground?"

  Ye Chen saw this scene and couldn't help but ask in surprise a monk who was standing beside him.

  "In the Immortal City, the Dou Xian Tai is a place where top-notch cultivators go to make a name for themselves. For low-ranking cultivators like us, going up there would be humiliating and we'd be booed off the stage by the onlookers. In this Cloud House's training courtyard, Cloud House disciples are here to guide and watch the scene unfold. It's just a friendly spar, no one will get hurt, so it doesn't matter if you lose. As long as nothing goes wrong, the city guards won't interfere with our cultivation activities."

  That little monk couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  "Right, you seem to be the new one today! I also just arrived not long ago, at Xia Zhao An. I'm a small scattered cultivator from Zhao Yue Country. My dad is also a scattered cultivator from Zhao Yue Country, he sent me here last year. Who are you?"

  "My name is Ye Chen! I'm a cultivator from a small country called Wuguo, far away. You and your father are both cultivators, aren't you a family of cultivators?"

  Ye Chen nodded and smiled.

  "It doesn't count, my family is far from the immortal families. You and I are just small scattered cultivators. In this Yun clan's cultivation institute, more than half of them are like us, either from various countries or young masters from small cultivator families."

  Zhao An shook his head and continued, "A small family of cultivators should have at least ten or so cultivators, with their own industry. These two, Wu Rong and Yuan Hong, are considered disciples of a cultivator family. Wu Rong's family has dozens of spiritual fields and does business in the spiritual valley. Yuan Hong's family runs a dan medicine workshop. And then there's Yun Xin, the Yun family is also a cultivator family with their own industry."

  "Wu Shixiong and Yuan Shixiong have already fought more than a dozen times, and haven't spent less time lying on the injury bed. It's all for pursuing Yunxin Shijie. Everyone can see that Yunxin Shijie has no interest in them, but they insist on fighting each other to the death."

  Zhao An raised an eyebrow and said in a low, excited voice, "The fat one is Yuan Hong, the slightly thinner one is Wu Rong, they are both at the second layer of the Refining Qi stage."

  Ye Chen's gaze swept through the noisy crowd.

  Two young monks have begun casting spells and are engaging in a magical duel.

  The monks around him cheered loudly from more than ten feet away.

  "Wu surname, you can't beat me! Your fireball is no match for my wind blade! Even if we fight ten more rounds, I'll still knock you down!"

  Yuan Hong sneered, his right hand raised two fingers, and in an instant a green vortex appeared at the tip of his fingers, his fingers swiped forward.

  "Whoosh"

  That green whirlpool on the fingertips transformed into a several-inch-long green sharp blade shooting out.

  Hiss!

  The cyclone tore through the air with a faint whistling sound, its speed almost unbelievable.

  "Hmph! Don't give me a chance, or else it will be you who ends up falling down."

  Wu Rong controlled a ball of flame, but instead of attacking, he took a defensive stance, staring intently at Yuan Hong's movements. As soon as the blue vortex shot over, he hastily hurled the fireball in his hand outwards.

  Boom!

  The green light moved too fast, flashing by in an instant. The fireball had just exploded, and it burst into a sheet of flames in mid-air.

  Wu Rong hastily dodged the flames.

  The spells of cultivators in the Refining Qi stage, first and second layer, are relatively weak, and their power is greatly weakened beyond ten zhang.

  The surrounding monks didn't seem worried about getting hurt either.

  Besides, the two people in the arena were just comparing their magical powers, it was a test of skills, not a fight to the death. They didn't dare to really hurt each other. Wearing magic robes and spiritual armor, they could withstand one or two spells without getting seriously injured.

  Ye Chen watched from among the crowd, but in his heart he was shocked.

  "The speed at which these two Second Layer Qi Refining cultivators released their techniques was incredibly fast, almost instantaneous, with extremely high accuracy. With my current strength, if I were to engage in a battle of techniques with them, I would only be able to take the beating without being able to fight back!"

  "It seems I must intensify my training!"

  The next day, Ye Chen spent a lot of spirit stones to buy spiritual wine in order to accelerate his cultivation of magic. If he didn't want to waste time on long and boring meditation, buying spiritual wine was the best way to quickly recover his magical powers.

  Ye Chen browsed the street stalls and found that the cheapest low-grade spiritual wine was a first-grade "Chen Sang Wine", which required three spirit stones per bottle. It could restore all the spiritual power of a third-layer Qi Refining stage cultivator in a very short period of time, and for a first-layer Qi Refining stage cultivator, it could restore their full spiritual power several times.

  Ye Chen's spell training speed increased by tens of times after using it for a day, but the cost of buying spiritual wine was too high.

  "A bottle of Chen Sang wine, it's not even enough for me to practice my magic for an hour. For a whole day of practice, I need at least five bottles of Chen Sang wine, which is over ten pieces of spirit stone gone just like that! The cost of the consumed spiritual wine is comparable to the price of a copy of the 'Fireball' spell manual! One day is fine, but every day is too expensive!"

  That made him feel extremely painful.