C2 Mystery Cushion

In the forest, over a dozen figures sped by. The whistling wind caused everyone's clothes to flutter, but not a single one of them felt the slightest bit unwell.

"This time, I must catch the old man." The old man in the lead said coldly.

"Yes sir!"

… …

Inside the wooden house, an old man and a young man were chatting happily.

"That's right, Xiaoyi. Since you've decided to look for the mystery of your past, you can have this as well." Back then, when Grandpa found you, it was to protect you from the demon beasts. Otherwise, before you even went into the depths of the valley, you would have already fallen into the stomach of the demon beasts. " Old Man Fang took out a worn-out praying mat from his storage bracelet and handed it over to Fang Yi.

"Eh, grandpa, isn't this the prayer mat that you usually sit on when you meditate?" Fang Yi took the prayer mat from the old man's hand, scratching his head and asking.

"Uh, grandpa wants to see what kind of use this praying mat has, but he can't figure out the exact function of it. But grandpa believes that there must be something special about it. Maybe only you can use it." Old man Fang's face reddened as he said in embarrassment.

Back then, when the old man saw Fang Yi and the praying mat underneath him, he saw that the praying mat was not ordinary and wanted to see if he could refine it. However, once the praying mat entered old man Fang's hands, it became an ordinary praying mat, and lost all its effects.

The knowledgeable Old Man Fang immediately guessed that this could be a magic treasure. Only Magic Treasures needed a drop of blood to be able to recognize a master, and thus only their host could use it.

"Oh?" "Then let me try. How should I use it?" The current Fang Yi, had already reached the peak of the 1st level of the Refinement Realm, and upon hearing the elder say that the praying mat was extraordinary, Fang Yi could not wait any longer.

The cultivation world was divided into seven levels: Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Aurous Core, Nascent Soul, Soul Formation, Void Transformation, and Large Success.

Refining the Qi into the body is also called refining the Qi into the body, which is to train the Qi inside the body through breathing, circulation, and so on. This is to absorb the spiritual energy from the world into the body, forming a cycle, and then use it to refine the body for the purpose of refining the body.

"Grandpa doesn't know either. The prayer mat is used for resting and sitting cross-legged. Perhaps it has something to do with our cultivation. Try sitting on the prayer mat and cultivating, see if there are any movements." Old man Fang shook his head.

"Yes, I'll try." Fang Yi nodded his head, and placed the praying mat on the bed. He sat on the praying mat with his eyes closed, and started to absorb the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth.

Old man Fang's gaze also slightly narrowed, tightly staring at the praying mat underneath Fang Yi's feet.

Just as Fang Yi was meditating, the praying mat underneath suddenly lit up with a white light. Soon after, the surrounding nature spirit energy was pulled into the praying mat by a huge suction force, and passed into Fang Yi's body through the praying mat.

"Good baby!"

After cultivating for only a single cycle, Fang Yi was pleasantly surprised to discover that the amount of spirit energy he had absorbed this time around was equivalent to the amount of spirit energy he had absorbed during his usual half a day of cultivation.

"How is it?" Seeing Fang Yi opening his eyes, the old man asked anxiously.

"This little session of cultivation is equivalent to half a day of my usual cultivation. Besides, I've discovered that I can control this praying mat, but I don't have enough mana to fully display the power of this praying mat. What a treasure!" Fang Yi said in surprise.

"It seems like my guess is right. This praying mat should be a treasure of magical equipment level. Because I have already recognized you as my master, no one else is able to use it." "However, you must remember to be careful when you use this praying mat. Otherwise, you will get yourself killed." Old man Fang's previous urgency was replaced with a serious expression.

"I know, and, besides, I still have you, grandpa." Fang Yi said with a smile as he returned the praying mat back into the storage bag.

"If someone really discovers that your prayer mat is a magical treasure, I'm afraid even grandpa won't be able to protect you." Old man Fang shook his head.

Cultivator treasures were divided into four ranks: Magic Tools, Magic Treasures, Magic Treasures, and Spirit Treasures. They were also divided into four ranks: Low, Middle, High, and Exquisite. A treasure of this level was already very high quality. It was very rare even in large sects.

"Grandpa, you …."

"Shh!" Just as Fang Yi was about to speak, old man Fang suddenly covered Fang Yi's mouth.

Geezer Fang sensed the dozen or so silhouettes flying over, and thought to himself, "Those people actually arrived so quickly. I'm slightly surprised, but this isn't the time to be thinking about such things."

"Someone's coming. Stay in the house and don't move. Grandpa will lure them away." "Also, take this talisman. It might be able to help you escape in the nick of time." The old man passed a Glyph to Fang Yi and flew out of the window of the small hut. His speed was so fast that no one would have thought that his skills were actually used by a lousy old man.

"Who the hell is it?" Fang Yi placed the talisman on his waist, and scolded in a low voice as he hid in the cabinet in the hut. From the way he acted, it seemed that he would do this frequently.

Ever since Fang Yi had become sensible, he realized that they were often hunted down. It was also because of this that old man Fang had brought him to live in seclusion in the forest.

However, no matter where they fled to, the enemy couldn't escape from them. It seemed as though no matter where they hid, the enemy would still have a way to find them.

Not long after, Fang Yi heard some angry curses and roars. It was obvious that old man Fang had already exchanged blows with someone.

"Bang!"

The door to the house was kicked open with a loud bang, and a middle-aged man wearing a yellow robe strode into the room.

Other than a bed, a cabinet, a table and two stools, there was no other furniture in the room.

After the middle-aged man glanced around, he frowned slightly.

"Damned bastard, why aren't you leaving?" Fang Yi looked through the cracks in the cabinet at the middle-aged man, and cursed in his heart.

Even so, Fang Yi did not dare to move carelessly. Instead, he restrained his own aura to the best of his ability, preventing it from being revealed.

The middle-aged man stood at the door for a while. He felt that there was no one in the room, and was too lazy to enter to search further. He turned around and was about to leave.

"Whew ~" Fang Yi exhaled lightly, thinking to himself that damned fellow was finally going to leave.

Right at this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly turned around and raised his right hand slightly. A small fireball the size of a fist suddenly shot out from his hand towards the cupboard where Fang Yi was.

Even though the fireball was only the size of a fist, its power was extraordinary. Fang Yi was currently at the first stage of Qi Refinement, and was able to cast this elementary level fireball technique, but he could only condense a small, candle-like fireball. Its power was far inferior to the fireball in front of him.

"Dammit, I was too careless!" Fang Yi cursed in a low voice. Her young and tender hands hastily pushed open the cabinet, and she rolled out of the cabinet like a donkey rolling on the ground.

"Boom!"

The small fireball landed heavily on the cabinet. The cabinet suddenly exploded, turning into countless pieces of black sawdust flying in the air.