Chapter 2: Yuan He Mountain (New Book, Please Collect! )
Chapter 2: Yuan He Mountain (New Book, Please Collect! )
Fang Xi had transmigrated, but not entirely.
Or rather, he transmigrated a second time!
Recalling the circumstances of his first transmigration, Fang Xi still felt a lingering fear.
It was a night half a year ago. Fang Xi, having transmigrated for several months, was like a vigilant small beast, cautiously extending his feelers in all directions, probing the situation in Green Bamboo Mountain Market.
Alas. . . his own cultivation was low, and he hadn't fully grasped the original owner's legacy. Perhaps he couldn't even defeat Old Mai Tou, who was only at the second level of Qi Refinement!
And on that particular night, rogue cultivators attacked the shantytown!
After all, the shantytown was not protected by a mountain-guarding formation, and most spirit farmers had low cultivation.
Although they were all poor devils, some cursed rogue cultivators even robbed the poor!
At that time, hearing the shouts of battle outside, and seeing several black-robed, masked cultivators beginning to slaughter house by house, Fang Xi was so terrified he trembled like a fish on a chopping board. This feeling deeply stimulated him, causing him to awaken his golden finger!
This golden finger had no external manifestation or prompt, but he discovered that he could transmigrate to another world!
Fang Xi didn't hesitate; he immediately chose to transmigrate.
And then, he arrived in this world named 'Da Liang'.
He stretched lazily towards the sun, silently swearing in his heart that he never wanted to experience that feeling of being so close to death a second time.
But for now, he might as well enjoy himself first.
A faint smile appeared on Fang Xi's lips.
According to his investigations during previous transmigrations, this world named 'Da Liang' had no cultivators!
Moreover, the time flow in both worlds was roughly one-to-one, though their day and night cycles differed slightly.
In other words, nighttime in that world was precisely daytime in the Da Liang world.
Here, a mortal emperor's nation ruled everything.
And in the wilderness, there lived a group of beings called 'Demons'!
In Fang Xi's view, they were merely impure demon beasts, perhaps with some hidden monsters among them.
Cautious as he was, he didn't go out to hunt demons. Instead, he found a mortal city—Black Stone City—and lay low there.
Mortal gold and silver were just ordinary raw materials in the South Barrens Cultivation World; a single spirit crystal could buy a great deal of it. But in the Da Liang world, it was surprisingly useful.
Before long, the wealthy district of Black Stone City had an additional 'Young Master Fang'—a man of immense wealth.
“Master has awakened! Congratulations on emerging from seclusion! ”
Just then, a voice as melodious as an oriole rang out.
Several dazzling maidservants, dressed in various styles, led by a young girl in a yellow dress, came before Fang Xi and curtsied.
A waft of fragrant air assailed his nostrils, causing Fang Xi to unconsciously rub his fingers together.
He had bought a large mansion in Black Stone City, along with many maidservants and servants.
Among them were twelve head maidservants, whom he had named Narcissus, Cymbidium, Horned Plum, China Rose, Rose, Clear Lotus, Magnolia, Yue Gui, Golden Chrysanthemum, Green Bamboo, Shao Yao, and Bai He respectively.
The one in the yellow dress was Yue Gui, the head maidservant. Her skin was so delicate it seemed a breath could break it, truly a small beauty.
“Mm, tell them to prepare the banquet. ”
Facing the admiring and respectful gazes of the many women, Fang Xi gave a casual command.
He had no moral hang-ups, nor did he talk about personal equality or no need to kneel with his servants and maidservants.
On the contrary, having arrived in this ancient era, and slightly influenced by the original owner's memories, he subscribed to the law of the jungle.
As maidservants and servants, if they dared not to kneel, that meant they disrespected their superiors and defied discipline—they could be beaten to death!
Fortunately, these maidservants and servants had all been thoroughly trained by slave traders. Such oddities would not exist.
Or rather, for Yue Gui and the other women, such a master was normal, as if it were ordained by heaven and earth.
......
Half an hour later, in the side hall of the Fang residence.
Fang Xi reclined in a soft chair, his front laden with exotic delicacies.
Bear paw, shark fin, bird's nest, roast duck, stewed chicken. . .
All kinds of natural ingredients, meticulously seasoned by master chefs, emitted a fragrant aroma, making one's appetite stir.
Fang Xi, meanwhile, indulged in the decadent life of a feudal landlord. He didn't even need to pick up his own chopsticks; with a slight glance, a maidservant would serve him a dish.
He gestured for Shao Yao to approach. Lying in her broad and deep embrace, he had China Rose serve him another chopstick-full of venison.
Ah, a life too blissful is also a kind of trouble. A man ought to supplement himself more. . .
Fang Xi took another sip of wine handed to him by a beauty, and exhaled a long breath contentedly.
After all, each of these pretty maidservants wanted to climb into his bed using every possible method, and he found it quite troublesome.
......
The meal lasted for almost an hour.
For Fang Xi, although the nutrition was far inferior to the spirit rice of the cultivation world, his gastronomic desires were greatly satisfied.
He indulged in such pleasures every ten to fifteen days.
It served as a small diversion in his arduous cultivation life.
After the servants cleared the dishes, Fang Xi went to the living room, sipping the fine clear tea brewed by Yue Gui, while listening to Butler A Fu's report.
“Master, this old servant has made thorough inquiries. Regarding demon materials, they have always been controlled by the Da Liang government, and private circulation is strictly prohibited. However, there are always some channels, such as martial arts halls! ”
A Fu was an elderly man with a flowing white beard, looking somewhat like a reclusive master.
But Fang Xi knew that he was just an ordinary old man. He had almost starved to death on the roadside with his grandson before voluntarily selling himself into servitude.
“Oh, martial arts halls, you say? ”
Hearing this, Fang Xi stroked his chin, lost in thought.
The Da Liang world also possessed supernatural powers. Putting aside the demons, the supernatural power among humans was martial arts!
For formidable martial artists, shattering green rock with a punch or cracking stone slabs with a kick was as simple as eating and drinking.
Even in Black Stone City, there were quite a few such martial artists.
Fang Xi was quite interested in the supernatural path of this world.
Although the spiritual energy in this world was extremely thin, making cultivation difficult, it could still barely maintain his own cultivation.
And the martial path of Da Liang should have some merits. . . Well, if one could obtain profound cultivation methods and spells in the South Barrens Cultivation World, who would want to delve into martial arts?
Wasn't this because he had no other choice?
The Evergreen Chant he cultivated was merely common goods. And even slightly better cultivation methods in the market town would cost several to more than ten spirit stones. . .
A deep light flickered in Fang Xi's eyes:
‘According to the intelligence gathered during this period, the martial artists of this world cultivate Blood-Qi Martial Arts. . . Their destructive power shouldn't be underestimated, though only when compared to Qi Refinement cultivators. Moreover, they quite resemble body cultivation methods. . . ’
Body cultivation was considered a niche and unpopular path among cultivators. Not only did it take a long time, but it also consumed significantly more resources.
But Fang Xi didn't care. With two worlds as his resource base, he didn't care about such a drop in the ocean.
Besides. . . wasn't this because he had no other choice!
‘Even low-grade body cultivation methods for the Qi Refinement stage cost more than five spirit stones in Green Bamboo Mountain Market; I couldn't afford them. . . But here, there's always a way to cultivate Blood-Qi Martial Arts. Coincidentally, I also want to get some demon materials to research. . . ’
These two objectives intersecting greatly increased Fang Xi's interest.
“Martial arts halls? Tell me more. . . ”
A Fu continued in a steady voice: “. . . Within martial arts halls, there is naturally a heritage of Blood-Qi Martial Arts. And according to common rumors, when those Blood-Qi Martial Masters cultivate to profound levels, ordinary meat can no longer supply their body's needs. Therefore, they need to consume various heavenly materials and earthly treasures, or demon flesh, to provide nourishment! Thus, the martial artist factions in the city each have their own channels for demon meat. . . ”
“In Black Stone City, apart from the great aristocratic families, the martial arts forces that still accept disciples are Yuan He Mountain and the Martial Arts Hall Alliance! ”
“Yuan He Mountain? ” Fang Xi's expression stirred.
“Yes, Yuan He Mountain is one of the top sectarian powers within a hundred-mile radius of Black Stone City. Even the government has to give them some face. . . ” When A Fu mentioned Yuan He Mountain, his tone involuntarily became a few shades more solemn.
Evidently, Yuan He Mountain was indeed quite renowned among the populace of Black Stone City.
“Such a martial arts sect would undoubtedly teach more profound martial arts. ”
Fang Xi pondered for a moment: “I wonder how strict they are about accepting disciples? Can connections be made with money? ”
Since arriving in Black Stone City, Patron Fang had relied on gold and silver to pave his way. He spared no expense.
During this period, he naturally couldn't avoid being treated as a fat sheep. However, as a Qi Refinement third-level cultivator, even if he couldn't afford a single low-grade artifact, his sharp senses and the talismans he had bought at great expense were enough for self-preservation.
A Fu pondered for a moment before replying: “Yuan He Mountain often accepts disciples from the city's aristocratic families. This shouldn't be a problem. ”
“Then there's no time to lose; settle this matter as soon as possible. ” Fang Xi made his decision.
The time flow in both worlds was consistent. But in the South Barrens Cultivation World, he could only seclude himself for a few days for cultivation. After that, he had to show his face, or others would assume he was dead and divide up his fields and house. This was also a form of 'inheriting the household'.
......
Yuan He Mountain.
This sect's headquarters were in Dingzhou. Its presence in Black Stone City was merely a branch.
Even as a branch, it was still magnificent and grand, occupying a vast complex of buildings and displaying extraordinary grandeur.
Deep within this complex of buildings lay a verdant green lake. Within the lake, a patch of lotus flowers was in full bloom.
A small boat rested amidst the lotuses, drifting with the current.
On the small boat, someone seemed to be lying down.
Suddenly, the small boat stopped by the shore. A cold and beautiful woman in a white dress gracefully approached: “Greetings, Uncle-Master. . . ”
“What is it? ” The person on the boat opened their eyes, yawned, and showed a hint of impatience.
“There's a prominent family in the city willing to offer two hundred taels of silver to guarantee one person's admission as an inner disciple. ” The white-dressed woman bowed and said.
“Who is it? ” The person on the boat looked very young, around twenty years old. He took a petition and immediately sneered: “Fang Xi? An upstart of unknown origin? Are they treating our Yuan He Mountain like a mere martial arts hall? Accepting anyone who pays? ”
One must know that Yuan He Mountain, as the overlord within a hundred-mile radius, possessed extraordinary prestige. Even when accepting disciples, they didn't care much for money; aptitude was primarily what they prioritized.
Accepting disciples from aristocratic families before was also for networking.
As for Fang Xi. . . he was so poor, all he had left was money.
“Then, what is Uncle-Master's intention? ” The white-dressed woman asked; her attitude had originally been indifferent. Someone had pulled strings this time, which was why she was willing to pass on the message.
“What is his aptitude? ”
“I observed him once; it's quite ordinary. ” The woman replied.
“Then refuse him. ” The small boat gently pushed away.
The white-dressed woman bowed and did not try to persuade him further.
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