Chapter 245: One Hundred Sixty (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Chapter 245: One Hundred Sixty (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Evergreen Pavilion.
Talisman Creation Room.
Fang Xi meticulously ground the spiritual ink, dipped his talisman brush, and began, stroke by stroke, to sketch the treasured patterns onto a talisman glowing with a purple halo.
"Go!"
When the talisman brush reached halfway, he pointed at the materials already prepared beside the table, and a mouthful of Wood Spirit True Flame spurted out.
Countless spirit sands, beast blood. . . mixed together, were calcined to remove impurities, transforming into streams of spiritual ink which, under Fang Xi's control, were injected into the talisman paper.
On the purple-based talisman, sharp, sword-like patterns suddenly appeared.
Seeing this, Fang Xi's forehead grew increasingly beaded with cold sweat, and the magical power of the 'Withered Glory Chant' within his body rapidly depleted.
On the talisman paper, various lights flashed brilliantly, but finally the silver light retracted, and it stabilized.
"It's finally done!"
Looking at the first 'Immortal Slaying Treasure Talisman' he had successfully refined, Fang Xi let out a long breath.
After wasting many precious third-tier talisman papers, and meticulously comprehending for many years, he finally succeeded in drawing his first treasured pattern talisman!
"Although treasured pattern talismans are much simpler compared to true third-tier talismans. . . my talisman-making skill should barely count as quasi-third-tier, right?"
Fang Xi carefully examined the first 'Immortal Slaying Treasure Talisman' he had completed, a look of joy appearing on his face: "Once this talisman is unleashed, its power will be equivalent to a strike from my Green Reaping Sword. . ."
In other words, its power would be comparable to a strike from a Core Formation ancestor!
"Counting the days, several more years have passed, and now I'm already one hundred and sixty years old. . ."
Fang Xi felt a surge of emotion.
After switching to cultivating the 'Withered Glory Chant', the fine-tuning of the 'Wood Spirit Body' proceeded with great difficulty, but Fang Xi patiently persevered.
Up until now, all cultivation technique circulation pathways had been meticulously adjusted, allowing Fang Xi to confirm that the 'Withered Glory Chant' he wielded should surpass the power of top-tier cultivation techniques by a significant margin. . .
Unfortunately, this cultivation technique was still only effective for him alone; otherwise, it could have become a unique and peerless art famous throughout the cultivation world.
"Two hundred and sixty drops of liquid magical power. . . This arduous cultivation day and night, coupled with the aid of spiritual pills, ultimately did not hinder the advancement of my magical power. . ."
"It's just that, my current cultivation technique limit is far from three hundred drops of liquid magical power anymore. . ."
After switching to cultivating the 'Withered Glory Chant', Fang Xi knew that his magical power limit had increased, and after the fine-tuning of his 'Wood Spirit Body', Fang Xi's current foundation even surpassed the peerless geniuses who cultivated top-tier techniques in the major sects!
Being able to contain more magical power within his Dantian Qi Sea would naturally be of great help for condensing a Golden Core, and the Golden Core True Essence condensed after breaking through would only be stronger. All of these were good things.
After circulating his cultivation technique and completing his daily practice, Fang Xi, with his hands clasped behind his back, strolled out of his seclusion chamber.
"Young Master has come out of seclusion!"
Yan Ying immediately stepped forward to greet him, her face filled with joy.
Her appearance was still the same as when Fang Xi first met her. This was naturally because Fang Xi treated all his maidservants equally, having bestowed upon them all a 'Complexion Fixing Pill'.
However, Yan Ying dared not become arrogant due to favor. After all, besides Xiahou Xin, those Qi Refinement families who had successively relocated here, in order to show their submission, would often present beautiful female cultivators as servants to the Evergreen Pavilion, causing a flock of charming women to secretly scheme and vie, creating intense internal competition. . . Fang Xi, on the other hand, paid no attention at all, treating it as entertainment.
"Hmm. . . Is anything happening on the island recently?"
He allowed two beautiful maidservants to attend him as he changed into a blue magic robe, asking casually.
"With Young Master overseeing us, no demon, monster, or ghost can harm our Dragon Fish Island."
Xiahou Xin flattered.
"Sometimes. . . internal troubles are more bothersome than external dangers. I have repeatedly given orders that the entire island's food production must be measured, and we cannot blindly take in refugees. . ."
Fang Xi frowned and rebuked her.
Although his Dragon Fish Island was vast in area, it was still just an island, with limited capacity.
Fortunately, most Qi Refinement families and mortals were fleeing to the remaining counties of the Yue Kingdom; only a small portion of those reluctant to leave their homeland would come to Dragon Fish Island for refuge.
Even so, Fang Xi felt that the population absorbed by Dragon Fish Island was vaguely reaching its limit. Continuing would inevitably brew trouble. Therefore, he had long ago announced a halt to large-scale refugee intake.
Although this action was ruthless, it ensured the stability and peace of Dragon Fish Island.
In the current Myriad Islands Lake, the pattern of the four great spirit islands each holding their own territory, subtly headed by Dragon Fish Island, had already formed.
And Fang Xi also succeeded Ruan Xing Ling, earning the title of 'Lord of Myriad Islands Lake'.
Of course, he would absolutely not admit it openly.
After dressing neatly, Fang Xi arrived at the top floor of the Evergreen Pavilion, where a beautiful female Qi Refinement cultivator was already present, having prepared spiritual tea, waiting for Fang Xi's arrival.
Fang Xi took the cup and took a light sip: "Not bad. . ."
"Thank you for the Island Master's praise."
Hearing this, the delicate-featured female cultivator immediately showed a hint of joy on her face.
This one word of praise from Fang Xi could bring many benefits to her family.
At this moment, a rainbow light flashed outside and then ascended to the Evergreen Pavilion.
"It's Hong Yu. . . Come, sit and have some tea with me."
Fang Xi saw Zhong Hong Yu, and a smile appeared on his face.
This woman's appearance had also not changed much from before. After all, she was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, with a long lifespan.
‘Speaking of which, I'm already over one hundred and sixty. . . Even for a Foundation Establishment cultivator, I've entered old age. . . ’
Fang Xi gazed at the female cultivator respectfully seated across from him, enveloped by the tea's aroma, muttering to himself.
Compared to him, Zhong Hong Yu was much younger, able to live for at least another hundred years, and was regarded as the 'Young Island Master' of Dragon Fish Island.
Although no one dared to call her that before Fang Xi expressed his intentions, the moniker had long since spread in private.
This was all intelligence Fang Xi had gathered while restraining his aura with the 'Withered Glory Chant', casually strolling around.
‘Birth, old age, sickness, death, the cycle of time. . . Can even cultivators not escape this iron law? ’
He was filled with emotion, and then touched his own young, smooth, wrinkle-free cheek: ‘Oh. . . it turns out I still have nearly a thousand more years to live, so it's fine. . . ’
These past years, he had not abandoned his 'Longevity Art', and the Demonic Tree continued to increase his lifespan.
Zhong Hong Yu looked at Fang Xi across from her, only feeling that his aura was profound and unfathomable, like an ancient tree that had experienced countless cycles of decay and flourishing, filling her heart with immense awe.
Although the outside world rumored that the Dragon Fish Island Master's lifespan was mostly depleted and he had not yet broken through to the late Foundation Establishment stage, appearing to have no hope for further advancement on his path, and would likely perish within the next forty to fifty years.
Even on the island, the original Zhong Clan members were all gravitating towards her, but Zhong Hong Yu dared not entertain such thoughts.
Furthermore, she also had two extremely powerful rivals, namely Yan Dong Qing of the Yan family and Liu San Qi!
Of these two, one had a profound cultivation, already having broken through to the late Foundation Establishment stage. Although he had pledged allegiance to the Island Master relatively late, it was publicly recognized that if the Island Master perished before this person, then this person would definitely seize control of Dragon Fish Island!
It's just that Liu San Qi was also not young. Many people were not optimistic about him breaking through to Core Formation to extend his lifespan, thus, few people were betting on him.
On the other hand, Yan Dong Qing was quite young, and moreover, was adept at social maneuvering, receiving support from the three major clans and some of the later-relocated Qi Refinement families.
Although Zhong Hong Yu also knew that the three major clans putting forward Yan Dong Qing was merely to compete with her and secure a position.
The person they truly wished to promote was still Tai Shu Hong!
However, Tai Shu Hong was currently only at Qi Refinement ninth level, attempting to break through to the Great Perfection realm, with a major hurdle still ahead before Foundation Establishment.
Fang Xi, of course, was also aware of these surging undercurrents, but merely treated them as entertainment.
If it came to lifespan, he could outlive all these so-called 'successors' one by one!
Although Dragon Fish Island was, in his eyes, just a temporary residence, only if he wished to give it, could others take over. If he didn't give it, others couldn't seize it!
Now he was just waiting to see who couldn't hold back and jumped out first, to provide him with some entertainment.
"Hong Yu, your visit today must be for something important."
Fang Xi took another sip of spiritual tea, saying casually.
"Precisely. . ."
When the main topic was brought up, Zhong Hong Yu's expression grew a few shades more serious.
This Foundation Establishment cultivator was capable of meticulously unraveling and resolving the conflicts among the various Qi Refinement families on Dragon Fish Island, handling them in an orderly manner, yet the gravity on her face at this moment was extremely rare.
Zhong Hong Yu simply said: "Our people received news. . . that Old Ancestor Baifeng of White Peace Immortal City, I fear. . . is about to pass away!"
"Oh? !"
Fang Xi blew on his tea and chuckled: "This tea must be drunk while hot; only then does it have a special flavor. . ."
After slowly finishing a cup, he then slowly sighed: "To think. . . the hundreds of years of glory for White Peace Immortal City have finally come to an end."
At the same time, Fang Xi was even more certain in his heart that this was no false news.
‘True Monarch Baifeng originally didn't have much lifespan left. His severe injuries from his visit to the Myriad Beast Mountain Range two times ago were a major drain on his vital essence. . . ’
‘And last time, within the Emerald Island ruins, he was injured by a Core Formation ghost cultivator. . . This truly added insult to injury! ’
‘I heard back then, this person secretly schemed against Old Ancestor Zhang of the Black Heaven Sect, and only then managed to escape first. . . Alas, although Old Ancestor Zhang was severely injured, he still managed to pull through, relying on his youth, while the one with lighter injuries is instead nearing the end of his lifespan. . . ’
In truth, Old Ancestor Baifeng abandoning Old Ancestor Zhang and leaving first was also a helpless move.
If he were to be severely injured again, he might very well die on Emerald Island; then White Peace Immortal City might not have enjoyed this period of stability, but would have directly crumbled.
And True Monarch Baifeng, upon returning to White Peace Immortal City, could still arrange his affairs. . .
"Indeed. . . the cultivation world is about to descend into chaos again."
Zhong Hong Yu spoke with emotion.
Last time, True Monarch Baifeng merely went missing, and White Peace Immortal City was in great chaos; now, there's even less need to say.
"When has the cultivation world ever not been in chaos?"
Fang Xi, however, let out a sneer. He was rich in experience, having experienced the Green Bamboo Mountain, beast tides, the Myriad Islands Lake chaos, the Emerald Island ruins, and now the ghost disaster. . . Which of them wasn't a major disaster?
It's just that for those with strength, even in chaotic times, they could remain calm and composed, living carefree lives.
But for the powerless at the bottom, even in times of peace and prosperity, life was extremely difficult.
"Should we prepare in advance? " Zhong Hong Yu asked.
Last time White Peace Immortal City was in turmoil, Myriad Islands Lake was also affected.
"Not necessarily. . . Among the three current countries, where isn't it a good place to go?"
Fang Xi chuckled: "I fear few rogue cultivators would be willing to flee to our Myriad Islands Lake to face the ghost disaster. . . This can be considered a blessing in disguise, perhaps! ?"
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