The Cloud State's small world is 3.4 million li from north to south and 2.9 million li from east to west. In a person's lifetime, it's impossible to walk from the easternmost part of the world to the westernmost part, even if you're riding one of the Three Great Empires' Ironhoof Warhorses that can travel 10,000 li in a day. You'd have to run non-stop for nearly a year. And there isn't a single Ironhoof Warhorse that can keep running non-stop for a year; at the very least, it would need half a year's worth of rest time. So, to reach the edge of the Cloud State's small world, you'd need at least two years.

  "One way is two years, a round trip is four years, I simply don't have that much time."

  The old blind man's ears were like wheat awns, sharp and pointed. He heard Guo Yi's muttering to himself and laughed: "I can let you reach the end of the small world of Yunzhou in just three days."

  At this time, Lao Mang's legs didn't hurt and his back wasn't broken either. He was like a sly merchant who had spotted an opportunity.

  "Really?"

  "But you have to give me something in return!" The old blind man revealed a sly smile, unfortunately Guo Yao was behind him and didn't see it, but instead made Guo Lu grit his teeth on the side.

  Kuai Yiyī sighed and said: "I have nothing left, take whatever you want."

  "Give me the Heaven's Burial Sword on your body."

  "Bury Heaven Sword!" This was the first time Guo Yi had heard of this small sword's name. He reached into his bosom and touched the blood-red small sword, saying: "Impossible, this is a treasured object passed down through my Guo family, as long as the sword exists, I exist."

  "It's okay if you don't give it to me, then just sign the IOU and I'll still send you off." The old blind man pulled out a prepared IOU from under his buttocks and handed it to Guo Yao, saying: "Just write that you owe me thirty sacred fruits."

  "What is Xian Guo?"

  Kuo Yeh is not an impulsive person, but now he has no choice, even if it's unfair, he has to endure.

  The old blind man smiled warmly and said: "It's just the currency unit of the ancient Xuan domain, the great world of cultivation."

  "Ling Cao Zi" is the smallest unit in the world of cultivation, which is the seed of Ling Cao. One hundred thousand "Ling Cao Zi" are equivalent to one complete "Ling Cao".

  The value of the Lingguo is a hundred times that of the Lingcao, and one Lingguo is enough to make a Xian Tian Gong risk everything for it. As for the Xian Guo in Lao Mangzi's mouth, it is even more rare, appearing only once every ten thousand years.

  "Thirty Pieces of Spirit Fruit", Guo Yi was destined to become the poorest person in this world.

  "Alright, I'll definitely return the thirty sacred fruits as soon as possible."

  The old blind man took over the IOU with one hand, and like stroking a beauty, he folded it again and again, then hid it away like a treasure.

  The two of them on this small boat completed a deal that would be considered a heaven-defying unequal treaty even in the ancient mysterious realm.

  The feeling of being controlled by others is very unpleasant, he has never needed strength at this moment, if he were a godlike expert, he would not need the help of the old blind man at all, and the Guo family would not be exterminated.

  "I want to become stronger!" The obsession in Guo Yi's heart was amplified infinitely at this moment, like a star exploding and affecting every cell in his body.

  The small sword in his arms, the light flashed slightly, and a blood vessel appeared on the body of the sword. The countless blood vessels formed more than 100 small characters, each character seemed to be alive, constantly jumping, each character was like a life. But it only lasted for an instant, and then disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

  "I think you shouldn't be a fortune teller, go and become a swindler, you'll definitely make a lot of money."

  Guo Yi reluctantly signed an "IOU".

  The old blind man burst out laughing: "You will certainly think that there is value in things, even the so-called divine masters among you can only travel ten million miles a day, but my white python can easily travel one hundred million miles a day!"

  "White Python Transforms!"

  The old blind man lifted the white cloud sail inserted on the bow of the boat with one hand and threw it into the sky, straight into the clouds. Above the Qingming, a loud dragon's roar shook the Yunxin River to make huge waves, and the white cloud sail that wrote "thousand calculations and one leakage" suddenly turned into a dazzling white light and transformed into a hundred-meter-long python.

  The Yunxin River surged with a deafening roar, as if it was about to burst its banks. Countless large fish and water snakes all trembled with fear, sinking straight to the bottom of the river, turning into lifeless objects.

  The flourishing of dragon power can make all things in heaven and earth surrender.

  "Dragon God." Guo Yi's jaw dropped to the ground, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

  The sound of the dragon's roar shook heaven and earth. Guo Yi's mind was filled with doubts: "This old blind man, what kind of person is he? This is a real immortal!"

  The old blind man saw the expressions of Guo Yi and Guo Lu, and his whiskers were blown up to the sky with pride. He said: "Haha, this is just an ordinary substitute dragon, it's equivalent to one million spiritual grass seeds in the ancient Xuan market."

  The white python swallowed the clouds and spat out the fog, its body was as thick as ten meters, each scale was as big as a dustpan, spinning and dancing in the air, one shake and it was already tens of miles away.

  Guo Lu's heart was filled with envy, his mind full of fantasies. One day he would also have a dragon to ride, soaring through the sky and flying among the white clouds, this is what it truly means to be an immortal, far more majestic than riding a crane.

  The small boat suddenly shot up and grew larger, eventually transforming into an ancient flying boat over 100 meters long. The flying boat was covered in swirling symbols, with strange markings flashing on and off, emitting a dazzling light like the stars.

  A wisp of white mist gathered around the flying boat, half-concealing and half-revealing the entwining dragons between the boat and the crocodile, looking from afar like a divine Buddha descending from the ninth heaven in a celestial boat.

  The white dragon dragged the flying boat and transformed into a streak of white light like a meteor, flying across the northern sky.

  The dragon flies through the clouds, soaring to the ninth heaven. Standing on the deck of the flying boat, it's as stable as a rock, not even a hint of wind. Countless stars seem within reach, the mountains and rivers shrink endlessly, like an endless map that can never be fully explored.

  "Are...you really a god?" Guo Lu wanted to slap himself in the face, wondering if he was dreaming, only to discover that his hands were crippled.

  "The old blind man said: 'There are no immortals in this world, only people who cultivate immortality.'"

  "It's impossible, without immortals, how could someone live for five hundred years, control swords to kill people a thousand miles away, and destroy a city with just a conversation? Guo Yi continued: "Even the Martial Saint can only live for a hundred years, only immortals can live for five hundred years."

  The old blind man laughed and said, "If I told you that in this world there are people who can live for ten thousand years, they can even burn the sky and boil the sea, pluck stars with their bare hands, and destroy a small world with one step, would you believe it?"

  "I..." Guo Yi felt it was really unbelievable, but his heart was excited.

  "The path of cultivation is long and endless, a thousand years is not considered too long. Surpassing the Martial Saint is just barely crossing the threshold of cultivation, but countless people are blocked outside this threshold, only one in ten thousand Martial Saints may break through the mortal body and cross this threshold. People like Tai Ling Lao Zu who broke through with the help of spiritual pills are destined to have mediocre potential and have no hope for higher realms."

  Guo Yi thought that he had only reached the second layer of the "Great Wu Jing" so far, and even the realm of martial sainthood was still far away, let alone this illusory path to immortality, his heart couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

  The entire Yunxin Empire practices martial arts, and the only ancient book passed down is the "Great Martial Classics". Whether it's the three major sects, the imperial court, or ordinary civilians, anyone can learn from it.

  "The Grand Mastery Sutra" has a total of ten levels. Ordinary people, as long as they work hard, can complete the first three levels. Entering the fourth level is not just about relying on effort to succeed, where one's innate talent and guidance from a renowned teacher are also crucial.

  Generally speaking, after cultivating to the third layer, one can enter the army as a soldier. At the fourth to sixth layers, one can hold military positions such as centurion, chiliarch, and myriarch in the army.

  "Upon cultivating the 'Dà Wǔ Jīng' to the seventh level or above, one can become a hegemon of a region's martial arts and a master of the martial way."

  The tenth level of the "Grand Martial Canon" is called "Martial Sage", which is also the ultimate state of human body. To transcend this limit, transform sage to deity and achieve the legendary White Day Flying Immortal's divine realm, it is not something that can be recorded in the "Grand Martial Canon".

  "I will surely surpass the Martial Saint, transcend the mortal body, and ascend to immortality in broad daylight! Even if I've only just reached the second layer of the 'Grand Martial Canon'." Guo Yi's heart surged with boundless fighting spirit!