Cultivating Immortality in a World of Chaos

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Chapter 5: Market Town (Seeking Collections)

Green Bamboo Mountain Market Town was named after "Green Bamboo," and most of its buildings were stilt houses made from spiritual bamboo.

Even though it was called a market town, in reality, there were only a few dozen actual buildings, barely forming a single street. Coupled with the mobile stalls crammed into every available space along the street and in the plaza, they collectively formed the most bustling cultivator market within several hundred miles.

Fang Xi arrived at the market town's entrance and saw a faint layer of white mist. This was the market town's protective array, rumored to be able to withstand attacks from Foundation Establishment cultivators for a long time.

He dared not be slow, taking out a bamboo token. This token recorded the spirit farmer's identity information.

With a flash of spiritual light, the mist on both sides immediately dispersed, revealing the previously obscured buildings.

"Drunken Immortal Pavilion," "Hundred Refinements Workshop," "Pill Cauldron Pavilion," "Hundred Arts Tower," "Thousand Mechanisms Hall". . .

Several of the largest buildings immediately came into view.

These were also the most important trading locations in the market town, with hundreds, even thousands, of Spirit Stones passing through their hands daily.

Fang Xi's gaze swept over the "Drunken Immortal Pavilion," and he reflexively patted his lower back. Then, his expression unchanged, he turned away, as if the seductive melodies reaching his ears were nothing extraordinary.

Mere charm techniques, you won't disturb this young master's Dao Heart!

If only he weren't so strapped for cash. . .

One had to admit, female cultivators gave a completely different impression than ordinary maidservants.

It was like the difference between a standard version and a PRO MAX version of a mobile phone in his previous life.

Along the main road, cultivators passed by sparsely.

Confucian scholars, monks, Daoists. . .

Old men, women, children. . .

Those carrying swords, those with wine-red gourds on their backs, those leading spirit beasts, those riding demon beasts. . .

A dazzling array, too many to enumerate.

The Fang Xi of the past, seeing this scene, wouldn't have recovered for a long time, and would have been mocked as a country bumpkin.

Now, his perspective on things had grown deeper.

"Qi Refinement mid-stage, Qi Refinement mid-stage, Qi Refinement late-stage. . ."

"Indeed. . . even if there are a few Qi Refinement early-stage cultivators, they're either servants or juniors brought out to see the world. . ."

"In this cultivation world where strength reigns supreme, it's truly hard to get by."

Fang Xi pouted.

If he could, he would naturally wish to just lay low in the Da Liang world.

However, the Da Liang world. . . it just doesn't promise a long life.

Given the concentration of spiritual energy there, cultivation techniques could barely make any progress, let alone breakthroughs to major realms.

And the native Blood-Qi Martial Arts didn't seem to grant much longevity either. . .

Fang Xi would definitely not consider laying low in a small world unless he was pushed to a dead end.

He scanned the various stalls, then began to sell the stone lizards and other materials he had accumulated during this period.

Such small amounts would be laughable to sell at large shops; they could only be offloaded in places like this.

"Brother Liu, I'm telling you, a stone lizard in such perfect condition really isn't expensive. . . And this spiritual herb of mine, I practically wore out my legs to find it. . ."

After a long while, Fang Xi had almost talked himself hoarse before he managed to get three Spirit Crystals.

He identified his bearings and arrived at a plaza, making his way to a stall he was familiar with.

This was a husband-and-wife stall, with all sorts of talismans laid out on a cloth less than half a zhang wide.

Low-grade first-order "Body Protection Talismans," "Ice Talismans," "Flame Talismans". . .

Fang Xi even caught sight of a "Little Thunder Talisman," placed in the very center as if it were the moon surrounded by stars!

"Talisman Master Zong, congratulations on successfully drawing a mid-grade first-order talisman. . ."

He smiled and offered his congratulations to the stall owner.

Talisman Master Zong appeared to be around thirty years old, tall and plump, with a small mustache, smiling very kindly, like a secular businessman.

Fang Xi had also seen his Daoist Companion, a female cultivator surnamed Lu, who delivered talisman paper and materials to him, and he had a deep impression of her figure.

This husband-and-wife duo, with the wife handling talisman paper and the husband drawing talismans, managed to live quite comfortably and prosperously due to their good quality and low prices. However, recently, he didn't know what they had encountered, but their Spirit Stone pressure seemed to have increased significantly.

"Oh, it's little friend Fang. . ."

Talisman Master Zong asked with a smile, "How was that Ice Talisman I recommended last time for dealing with those demon insects?"

"Excellent. In this deep winter, the power of the Ice Talisman subtly increased, and the stone lizards had nowhere to hide. . ."

Fang Xi nodded. "Give me a few more 'Body Protection Talismans'. . ."

"These talismans are just for protection during secluded cultivation, one Spirit Crystal per talisman. I wonder why this kid needs so many. . ."

Talisman Master Zong shook his head, muttering internally, but cultivators valued privacy above all else, so he didn't ask aloud.

After trading several Body Protection Talismans, he asked again, "Do you want any more Ice Talismans? I'll give you a discount, three Spirit Crystals for one. . ."

"Talisman Master Zong, another price drop? " Fang Xi's eyes lit up, just like an auntie from his previous life seeing a discount.

"Sigh, it's just that. . . my wife is pregnant again!"

Talisman Master Zong sighed.

Cultivators absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth with their spiritual roots, capable of performing all sorts of incredible feats, but producing offspring is relatively difficult.

Even if a child is born, they might be a mortal without any spiritual roots.

But Talisman Master Zong was an exception; he already had three children, two of whom possessed spiritual roots.

This was now his fourth pregnancy.

It was rumored that the Situ Clan was quite interested in Talisman Master Zong, wanting to borrow his seed, but he had politely declined. . .

Fang Xi nodded. Two cultivator descendants, possibly even three, such pressure. . . it was like three towering mountains.

The tragic plight of middle-aged men in his previous life vividly re-emerged in Talisman Master Zong, making Fang Xi feel as though the man's full head of hair was already showing signs of premature balding.

However, this was none of his business.

"My Ice Talismans and Flame Talismans are excellent, whether used for protecting the Dao and self-defense, or for eliminating pests. . ."

Talisman Master Zong was racking his brains for his several little divine beasts that devoured Spirit Stones, when he suddenly heard Fang Xi ask, "May I ask the price of this 'Little Thunder Talisman'?"

If a low-grade first-order talisman was only equivalent to a Qi Refinement early-stage spell attack, then a mid-grade talisman had undoubtedly reached the level of Qi Refinement mid-stage!

Talisman Master Zong was rarely caught off guard, then revealed a pained and reluctant expression: "This mid-grade talisman was painstakingly drawn by this old man, wasting who knows how much talisman paper. If you truly want it. . . take it for one and a half Spirit Stones. . ."

"One and a half?"

Fang Xi's face showed an embarrassed expression: "I wonder if it can be cheaper?"

"Still want it cheaper? " Talisman Master Zong glared, but then, as if bowed by the heavy burden of life, his expression softened: "Unless you buy a few more low-grade talismans."

"In that case, add another low-grade 'Goldlight Cover Talisman'."

Fang Xi replied, also feeling a pang of pain.

...

In the end, he successfully acquired the "Little Thunder Talisman," which was comparable to an attack from a Qi Refinement mid-stage expert, along with several low-grade talismans.

For this, not only was all the money from selling materials at the market town gone, but he also spent a considerable portion of his savings.

Fortunately, touching the Goldlight Cover Talisman in his arms, Fang Xi felt much safer.

Although this talisman in the South Barrens Cultivation World could at most block one or two spell attacks from a Qi Refinement early-stage cultivator, in the Da Liang world, it was not that simple.

"Let's go, let's go. Continuing to look will only add to my sorrow. . ."

Standing before a stall selling pills, Fang Xi's steps seemed rooted to the ground.

He was currently in a stage of vigorous advancement, and with the aid of pills, he might even be able to break through to the fourth layer of Qi Refinement, entering the Qi Refinement mid-stage!

Alas, pills were generally more expensive than talismans!

"What a pity. . . other transmigrators all live comfortably acting as middlemen between two worlds. Why have I fallen to this point?"

Fang Xi had always been very cautious regarding trade between the two worlds.

It was only after confirming he had some self-preservation ability in Da Liang that he dared to subtly reveal some items from the cultivation world.

But in the cultivation world, he dared not reveal anything extraordinary.

After all, his cultivation was too weak, and cultivators were too versatile. Who knew what unique investigative methods they might possess!

"At least. . . I have to wait until I reach Qi Refinement late-stage, no, at least Qi Refinement mid-stage. . ."

Fang Xi always acted with extreme caution, especially after obtaining his heaven-defying fortuitous encounter.

If one could cultivate peacefully and smoothly to Foundation Establishment, then Core Formation, without much conflict, who the hell would want to fight battles on the brink of life and death?

Just as he was about to leave Green Bamboo Mountain Market Town, a commotion suddenly broke out on the street.

Immediately, the commotion spread like an infection, continuously diffusing outwards.

Faintly, voices mentioning "ruins," "treasures," and "cultivation techniques" could be heard.

Fang Xi paused for a moment and immediately heard a piece of news from a nearby cultivator.

"What? A minor mystic realm, suspected to be ancient cultivator ruins, was discovered at Purple Mystical Mountain? And cultivators have already brought out ancient cultivation techniques and Core Formation Spiritual Items from it?"

This news was like gunpowder, igniting the desires in all cultivators' hearts!

Ancient cultivation techniques!

Core Formation Spiritual Items!

These were things they might not be able to obtain even if they sought them their entire lives.

The cultivation world was just like that: low-level rogue cultivators might live their entire lives fruitlessly without even touching the periphery of Foundation Establishment.

But if one day they received an immortal opportunity, obtaining ancient inheritances and wondrous pills, they could soar ninety thousand li in a day like a Great Peng, and one day become a heavenly being!

Just like Fang Xi!

His own spiritual roots were not outstanding, merely low-grade with a slight wood attribute. He cultivated a common 'Evergreen Art', and even after sixty more years, he might not reach the Qi Refinement Completion realm, unable to challenge the Foundation Establishment chasm!

And it had long been rumored in the cultivation world that after sixty years of age, a cultivator's chances of achieving Foundation Establishment would significantly decrease!

But with top-tier cultivation techniques, coupled with the power of pills, it was highly possible to attempt Foundation Establishment within five or ten years!

This was the fortuitous encounter countless cultivators yearned for!

"What kind of Core Formation Spiritual Item is it?"

A female cultivator's eyes turned red as she grabbed a male cultivator nearby who knew the news, asking loudly.

"It's a bottle of 'Earth Fire Baleful Qi'! It's greatly useful for breaking through the Blood-Qi bottleneck! " The male cultivator murmured, his face full of yearning and longing.

"Too bad it's not a Foundation Establishment Pill. " An old cultivator next to him sighed in regret.

"How could there be Foundation Establishment Pills in ancient times? " A scholar beside him chuckled lightly: "People today are not necessarily inferior to those of old. This Foundation Establishment Pill was personally developed by Grandmaster Shutong, the foremost alchemist of the past thousand years, making it the top spiritual pill for Foundation Establishment. It harmonizes the three Foundation Establishment barriers, allowing for instant breakthroughs. . . It can increase the chances of Foundation Establishment by a full thirty percent!"

Chapter 6: On Foundation Establishment (Seeking Recommendations)

"A Foundation Establishment Pill!"

A yearning expression also appeared on Fang Xi's face, but as he watched the crowd, gradually becoming frenzied, purchasing talismans and artifacts, and rushing out of the market, his heart felt like ice.

Seeking opportunities in a mystic realm means facing not only the dangers of the realm itself, but also fellow cultivators, and rogue cultivators.

Before the temptation of Foundation Establishment, kinship, friendship, and even the bond between master and disciple might not withstand the test!

Therefore, he avoided the bustling, noisy crowd and slowly walked back to his spirit field.

At the same time, he pondered the matter of the Foundation Establishment Pill!

Foundation Establishment is difficult. Cultivating one's foundational cultivation method to the Perfected Qi Refinement realm before the age of sixty is merely the most basic requirement.

Beyond that, there are three major hurdles.

The first hurdle is the Blood-Qi hurdle! When attempting Foundation Establishment, a cultivator's physique must be robust, their blood-qi vigorous, and they must have no hidden injuries. It is a common belief in the cultivation world that cultivators past the age of sixty, even if they cultivate to the Perfected Qi Refinement realm, find it hard to achieve Foundation Establishment, which is related to the decline of blood-qi.

The second hurdle is the Spiritual Energy hurdle; the spiritual energy must be sufficiently abundant, even a slight deficiency makes it difficult to fulfill the requirement of liquefying spiritual energy.

The final hurdle is the necessity of giving birth to Divine Consciousness!

Qi Refinement cultivators only possess their innate spiritual sense, which can only be used for internal introspection, reading jade slips, and so forth; it is difficult to project outwards.

However, Foundation Establishment cultivators possess Divine Consciousness, which can sweep across dozens of feet, granting immense convenience in battles and cultivation.

Any pill or item useful for these three major hurdles can be called a Foundation Establishment spiritual item!

"Ancient cultivators, when facing Foundation Establishment, would seek out spiritual items suitable for breaking through each of the three hurdles separately. For instance, heavenly and earthly baleful qi could temper a cultivator's physique, and pills capable of strengthening blood-qi could be used to overcome the Blood-Qi hurdle. . . The same applied to the Spiritual Energy hurdle. As for the Divine Consciousness hurdle, it's rumored that Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures like the Pure Heart Lotus and Warm Jade Heart are also highly effective. . ."

"However, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures are, after all, extremely rare, and many are also effective for Core Formation cultivators, making them too wasteful for Foundation Establishment cultivators. . ."

"Fortunately, a millennium ago, a grandmaster of the Dao of Alchemy, Shu Tong Zhenjun, researched and developed the formula for the 'Foundation Establishment Pill'. This pill not only stabilizes blood-qi and meridians but also drastically increases spiritual energy and stimulates Divine Consciousness. With a single pill, the chance of Foundation Establishment increases by thirty percent, and even if Foundation Establishment fails, one's meridians won't rupture, leading to death. . ."

"One must know that even for ancient cultivators, Foundation Establishment was a near-fatal endeavor, and aside from those heaven-defying spiritual items, using ordinary spiritual items would only increase the chance of Foundation Establishment by twenty to thirty percent at most. . ."

"Master Shutong can be said to have benefited the cultivation world for ten thousand years, serving as a model of how modern people surpass the ancients. . . Though it's a bit odd that figures from a millennium ago are considered 'modern people'. . ."

Fang Xi's mouth twitched slightly, but then he recalled the rumor that Nascent Soul True Lords live for over a thousand years, and it suddenly seemed perfectly reasonable.

They might not even be dead yet, so why shouldn't they be considered modern people?

...

Within the bamboo forest.

One by one, bamboo leaves resembling jade fell, carefully collected by Fang Xi.

The leaves of the Emerald Green Bamboo had no major use; they just looked quite beautiful, resembling jade. Most spirit farmers would simply discard them.

However, Fang Xi could take them to the Da Liang world, where they would be more useful than gold leaves.

After all, exchanging for mortal gold and silver in the market required spirit crystals!

He surveyed his spirit field once more, then approached a verdant jade bamboo and chopped downwards with a single palm.

Thwack!

A bamboo branch snapped off in response. He rubbed his hands together, peeling back the bamboo skin, and found inside the crisp and tender—spirit grain!

This jade bamboo rice grew inside bamboo stalks, stored in winter and harvested in spring. Currently, it was still very young.

Fang Xi picked up a few grains of spirit rice, put them into his mouth, and chewed them like an old farmer, occasionally nodding: "Sweet to the taste, abundant in spiritual energy, no pests. Come spring next year, it should be able to earn a 'good' rating."

This was the foundation of his livelihood; he could not be careless.

After inspecting his spirit field, Fang Xi suddenly felt an urge. He took a deep breath, and his palms struck out in rapid succession.

Thump-thump!

The next moment, crisp sounds echoed in the air.

Amidst the snowy landscape, only palm shadows flickered.

Suddenly, Fang Xi changed his palms to legs, his body like a phantom, slithering and tumbling over the white snow, arriving before a pine tree.

Whap!

He lifted his right foot high, then, like a boneless serpent, brought it sharply down.

On the surface of the pine tree, the bark cracked, wood chips flew, and a whip-like mark suddenly appeared!

"Is this. . . the power of blood-qi?"

After a long while, Fang Xi stopped, exhaling a large cloud of white mist.

Driven by inspiration, he practiced a set of martial arts in the heavy snow and seemed to, in some mysterious way, grasp the flow of blood-qi within his body.

This was the introductory level of Da Liang's Blood-Qi Martial Arts!

As long as he persisted, he would surely master it completely and enter the realm of Blood-Qi Transformation!

"I'm no martial arts prodigy, but I just easily grasped the blood-qi. . ."

Fang Xi mumbled, his eyes gleaming slightly: "It seems. . . that in a world with abundant spiritual energy, martial arts progress is faster!"

He gazed at his fist, lost in thought, remembering the sensation of grasping his blood-qi just now.

'According to Instructor Mu. . . beyond the Blood-Qi Three Transformations, there are even stronger realms, at the level of the various Martial Arts Hall Masters. . . And once one reaches the Martial Arts Hall Master realm, they can thoroughly condense their blood-qi, becoming as unmoving as a mountain. Normally, they appear like ordinary mortals, but once they move, they are like demons, controlling their power at will. Even at a ripe old age, their blood-qi will not decline in the slightest; it will only dissipate just before death. . . '

'Doesn't this mean. . . '

Fang Xi's eyes gradually brightened: "As long as I cultivate to the Martial Arts Hall Master realm, my blood-qi will be locked, and there will be no changes until my death. . . meaning I won't have to fear that hurdle of reaching Perfected Qi Refinement before sixty years old?"

"In other words, even if I attempt Foundation Establishment at seventy, eighty, or even ninety years old, I won't be dragged down by insufficient blood-qi. At the very least, the blood-qi hurdle won't be an issue."

"This Blood-Qi Martial Arts path is equivalent to at least one-third of a Foundation Establishment Pill!"

"Indeed, by controlling resources from two worlds, exchanging what is needed, and complementing strengths and weaknesses, as long as I lie low and develop in secret, I'll surely grow strong!"

A slight smile curved Fang Xi's lips.

Since transmigrating, he had never felt such confidence in his future as he did now!

...

In the shantytown district.

Fang Xi was astonished to see that it too was a mess.

Even Old Mai Tou had carefully brought out a slightly damaged low-grade artifact flying sword and walked out of his home.

"Old Mai Tou, where are you going? "

Fang Xi couldn't help but ask.

"To Purple Mystical Mountain, of course! " Old Mai Tou opened his mouth, revealing a smile with several missing yellow teeth, carrying a hint of grimness: "As a cultivator growing old, one must always strive. . . Do you know, when I was young, I also had an opportunity, but I retreated. Now, every night, the regret in my heart feels like a hundred claws tearing at me. . ."

Hearing this, Fang Xi knew there was no need to dissuade him. The old man had long since thought everything through and wouldn't listen to advice.

Yet he couldn't help but add: "Then I wish you, old sir, successful Foundation Establishment. . ."

Given the old man's weak constitution, Fang Xi truly didn't have high hopes for Old Mai Tou.

"Haha. . . This old man has long given up on the idea of Foundation Establishment, but I have a young grandson in the mortal world, you see. He's very clever, unlike me. . ."

Old Mai Tou waved his hand and departed with a carefree air.

At the moment of his departure, he seemed to want to build a good connection for his young grandson.

"Old Mai Tou. . ."

Fang Xi exhaled a breath of white mist, watching the snowflakes cover the old man's footprints.

He didn't know what opportunity the old man had lost in his youth, but it seemed he had been regretting it all these years.

And now, if he didn't give it his all, he would truly rather die than live.

'If it were me, without having obtained my cheat, would I go? '

Fang Xi stood at the doorway, like a statue, silently asking himself.

A life of mediocrity, at the bottom of the cultivation world, versus competing for a slim chance at Foundation Establishment and rising above the cultivation world—the choice didn't seem difficult, did it?

'Never mind, I'll train behind closed doors these next few days. '

He sighed, returned home, and closed his door.

Three days later.

In the Da Liang world.

Fang Manor.

"Hah!"

Fang Xi was dressed in a tight-fitting, short martial arts outfit, his bare arms bulging with muscles, veins wriggling like earthworms.

"White Cloud Palm!"

Suddenly, he let out a soft shout, his hands striking out continuously, landing on the wooden dummy before him.

Thump-thump!

After a series of dull thuds, shallow marks were left on the wooden dummy.

Mu Piao Miao stood nearby, watching this scene, a hint of astonishment in her beautiful eyes: "This progress. . . is so fast!"

"Instructor Mu, how is my palm technique?"

After finishing a set of martial arts, Yue Gui immediately came over to wipe his sweat. Fang Xi tossed her a handkerchief and asked casually.

Mu Piao Miao took a deep breath: "Young Master Fang, your talent is even beyond my expectations. You can already occasionally sense your blood-qi, can't you? Within about a month, you should have a complete grasp of blood-qi and enter the Blood-Qi Transformation level, without any issues."

"That's good."

Fang Xi smiled.

He had already confirmed that cultivating Blood-Qi Martial Arts in the Southern Barrens Cultivation World seemed to yield unique benefits, with cultivation speed at least three or four times faster than here!

"Perhaps it's due to the differing density of heavenly and earthly spiritual energy?"

A faint idea had already formed in Fang Xi's mind.

"Once you achieve Blood-Qi Transformation, Young Master Fang can become a formal disciple of our White Cloud Martial Arts Hall, gain access to the cultivation techniques of the second and third transformations, and receive support with secret medicines."

Mu Piao Miao said solemnly.

"Thank you, Instructor Mu."

Fang Xi nodded, allowing Yue Gui to present the gift.

"This is. . . too valuable, isn't it?"

Mu Piao Miao looked at the jade-like bamboo leaf in her hand, her eye twitching.

Such fine jade was worth at least dozens of taels of silver; a middle-class family in Black Stone City might not even spend that much in a year!

Even Mu Piao Miao, at this moment, couldn't help but think: 'This disciple is reliable; if something happens, he truly pays up. '

"Please, Instructor, don't disdain it."

Fang Xi smiled brightly.

It was just a leaf he picked up casually anyway; using it to boost goodwill wasn't bad.

In the afternoon, when She Lei arrived, Fang Xi used the same trick.

However, when She Lei received the verdant bamboo leaf, Fang Xi still caught a hint of greed and ill intent in his eyes.

As a cultivator, his five senses were extraordinary. Everything this martial artist thought he had hidden well was, before Fang Xi, as if utterly exposed.

Chapter 7: Greed (Please collect)

“Many thanks for the young master's bounty! ”

She Lei held the emerald green bamboo leaf, beaming with joy: “Congratulations, young master, on your great progress in martial arts! I'm sure it won't be difficult for you to cultivate True Force and reach the realm of the various martial arts hall masters in the future! ”

“Oh? After the Blood-Qi Three Transformations comes True Force — is that the realm of a martial arts hall master? ”

Fang Xi raised an eyebrow.

To be honest, even a martial artist of the Blood-Qi Three Transformations was just 'so-so' in the eyes of a cultivator. The mortal world of the Southern Desolate Cultivation World also had its martial arts community, capable of achieving similar feats and destructive power; it was merely a different path they walked.

But the realm of a martial arts hall master was different.

Of course, She Lei was just flattering him; he could still tell the difference.

“Naturally! ” She Lei nodded repeatedly, but inwardly, he sneered. This young master from a prominent family truly didn't understand the craft.

The Blood-Qi Three Transformations – each transformation was harder than the last!

If the first Blood-Qi Transformation merely required sufficient resources and dedication, making it accessible to virtually everyone, albeit with varying timeframes, then the second Blood-Qi Transformation demanded adequate aptitude.

And by the third Blood-Qi Transformation, the requirements became even more extreme.

Throughout Black Stone City, among all the martial arts halls, only a handful of young disciples had reached this stage.

As for the realm of a martial arts hall master, that was even more of a pipe dream; without a stroke of luck, one shouldn't even think of entering that realm.

Even he, due to an injury in his middle age, was completely cut off from ever becoming a martial arts hall master. Now, he merely held an instructor position at the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall.

“That's natural, but to cultivate True Force, one must genuinely apprentice themselves to a martial arts hall, become a core disciple, only then can they view the inheritance of the Divine Intent Diagram, comprehend how to integrate their blood-qi, and transform it into the Dao of True Force. . . ”

She Lei stroked his beard.

This was the bait he cast. As long as the other party wished to join a martial arts hall and become a core disciple, wouldn't they have no choice but to continue currying favor with him?

“Divine Intent Diagram? ”

Fang Xi felt he had touched upon some core aspects of this world's Blood-Qi Martial Arts. His eyes lit up: “Is it for sale? ”

She Lei felt a little unable to keep up with the other's thought process: “The Divine Intent Diagrams of each lineage are secrets among secrets. . . they are not for sale. ”

“A thousand taels of silver! ”

Fang Xi named his price.

She Lei's breathing immediately quickened.

Master, it's not that I'm disloyal, it's just that this person is offering too much. . .

“If a thousand taels isn't enough, then how about two thousand taels! ”

Fang Xi noticed She Lei's wavering and added with a smile.

“This. . . let this old man consider. . . ”

Watching She Lei's stumbling figure depart, a playful smile appeared on Fang Xi's face.

The so-called Divine Intent Diagram was undoubtedly the foundation of every martial arts hall.

In reality, he wasn't in a hurry. As long as he proceeded step by step, once he reached the Blood-Qi Three Transformations, he would always have a chance to encounter it.

Bringing it up now was merely to stir the greed that She Lei already harbored in his heart!

‘My Fang residence is established in Black Stone City, and because people perceive us as foolish and wealthy, we're always coveted. I need to display some cunning to truly secure our footing. ’

Fang Xi touched his chest.

Those 'Little Thunder Talisman', 'Goldlight Cover Talisman', and 'Cold Ice Talisman' gave him considerable confidence.

‘Blood-qi martial artists need to get close to threaten cultivators, and martial artists below the Blood-Qi Three Transformations are nothing special. . . Only martial arts hall masters can cause a slight apprehension. ’

‘I wonder how the strength of these martial arts hall masters compares to true Body Cultivation cultivators? ’

Of course, while he thought this, Fang Xi actually had no desire to personally test it out.

After all, it was far too dangerous.

...

Night.

Fang Xi lay on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, an ice cream nearby.

Yue Gui gazed curiously at her young master, wondering why he didn't return indoors to enjoy the cool air conditioning, but instead chose to bask in the natural breeze outside.

The summer heat was still quite oppressive.

Perhaps. . . tomorrow I should prepare some lotus seed soup? To clear heat and soothe irritation?

Just as Yue Gui's thoughts drifted, Fang Xi sighed: “Here it comes. . . ”

The Fang residence's back garden.

A figure in black scaled the wall and entered, his small eyes glinting with cunning.

In his arms, he carried a large quantity of knockout drops and anesthetic incense.

‘Damn it, this Fang residence has no foundation and yet is so rich, casually throwing out thousands of taels of silver. All the more reason they should pay their respects to this great master! ’

She Lei was familiar with the Fang residence, making his way to the storeroom.

The next moment, just as he was about to light the anesthetic incense under the cover of night.

Fwoosh!

Torches suddenly flared to life all around him.

“What? ”

She Lei looked around in surprise, seeing over a dozen burly guards with broad shoulders and stout waists, armed with clubs.

Moreover, Mu Piao Miao was also among the guards, staring at him with blazing fury: “She Lei. . . how dare you? ”

Stealing an employer's wealth — this was tarnishing the reputation of every martial arts hall in Black Stone City!

“Hehehe. . . This old man is the Sky Mischief Harrier, I don't know any She Lei! ”

She Lei croaked, turning to flee!

This kind of thing was like being caught in adultery; as long as he still had a veil on his face, he absolutely couldn't admit it!

Even if caught with his pants down, he still couldn't admit it!

His leg techniques were astonishing, and his speed was remarkable.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived before two guards wielding clubs, and with a casual push, the two guards felt a surge of immense force and immediately stumbled, reeling.

“Stop right there! ”

Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out behind She Lei.

It was Mu Piao Miao!

She struck out with a palm, her palm grey and reeking of a foul stench. It was clearly the 'White Cloud Palm' unleashed with full force.

‘Heh. . . Mu Piao Miao is no match for me, but I can't expose my Red Snake Leg. ’

She Lei's body swayed, and in a flash, he created some distance.

Behind him, Mu Piao Miao pursued relentlessly, and while the Fang residence's guards were ordinary, they could still buy time.

Ultimately, She Lei was still caught by Mu Piao Miao.

“Don't push me! ”

She Lei roared in fury, his leg muscles bulging, lashing out like a snake whip!

Bang!

In mid-air, leg and palm shadows intertwined. Mu Piao Miao recoiled several steps, letting out a cold snort, clearly having suffered a minor setback.

Leg strength was inherently greater than arm strength, and furthermore, She Lei surpassed her in both combat experience and overall power.

But She Lei's expression turned grim as he looked at the scraps of cloth fluttering in the air and the three grey finger marks on his leg: “As expected, it's poison palm technique. . . Too bad, you can't keep me. ”

Even if his Red Snake Leg was exposed, as long as he escaped, he could still deny it the next day!

Anyway, there were plenty of apprentices at the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall in Black Stone City!

Mu Piao Miao, injured by his kick, was no longer able to obstruct him.

Just as She Lei was about to leave, Fang Xi strolled out leisurely, shaking his head as he spoke: “Old She, you're truly lacking in propriety! Tomorrow, I'll definitely report you to the officials and have you arrested! ”

“This old man is not She Lei, but I still must teach you a lesson! ”

Though She Lei had been struck by the poison finger, his movement technique remained nimble and swift. In the blink of an eye, he broke through layers of guards and appeared before Fang Xi.

The next moment, Fang Xi smiled calmly: “Instructor She, why don't you stay? ”

A tall figure emerged from behind Fang Xi.

“This person. . . so familiar! ”

A thought flashed through She Lei's mind.

The next moment, he saw the other raise his palm and flick it gently, as if swatting a fly.

Smack!

His leg bone snapped. He let out a scream, flew backward, slammed into the wall, and slumped down.

“It's you. . . Mu Cang Long, master of the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall! ”

She Lei roared.

“Naturally, it's this old man! You injured my daughter and even tried to harm the young master — truly an unforgivable offense! ” Mu Cang Long, in his fifties, was powerfully built, with a purplish-red complexion, exuding an aura of authority without needing to rage.

“How are you here? ” She Lei was dumbfounded.

“Naturally, this young master paid five hundred taels of silver to invite him. ”

Fang Xi picked up the conversation.

He wanted to witness the methods of a martial arts hall master, but that didn't mean he had to act himself; he could also pay someone else to put on a display.

As it turned out, money made the mill turn, even for ghosts. Just a few hundred taels had bought a single strike from the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall Master.

At this moment, thinking of Mu Cang Long's earlier strike, Fang Xi silently calculated in his mind:

‘Martial artists of the Blood-Qi Three Transformations are like children before a martial arts hall master; it truly is a qualitative change. . . ’

‘In terms of speed, strength, and physical resilience, She Lei was simply incomparable. . . ’

‘In terms of strength, he could barely rival those cultivators at the first stage of Body Cultivation, perhaps? ’

This was actually quite good.

Because Body Cultivation not only required cultivation methods but also resources, all calculated in Spirit Stones. To achieve success in Body Cultivation, an investment of at least dozens of Spirit Stones was necessary.

Yet Fang Xi could acquire them with silver in Da Liang!

This was what he valued most.

“Young Master Fang, how should this person be dealt with next? ”

Mu Cang Long looked at Fang Xi: “She Lei has already been struck by my poison palm; his blood-qi cannot circulate, and he cannot escape. . . ”

“Alas. . . ”

Fang Xi sighed: “I don't wish to fall out with the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall. Let's suppress this matter for now and not report it to the authorities. First, invite the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall Master to come for a discussion. ”

At this time, the Da Liang imperial court still held some deterrent power.

Behavior like She Lei's would at the very least result in severe torture and a sentence of exile or conscription into the army.

Mu Cang Long listened to Fang Xi's words and couldn't help but nod.

Immediately after, Fang Xi's words reached his ears again: “Hall Master Mu, tomorrow, I'll need you to bear witness. ”

“Naturally, even for the reputation of my martial arts hall, I won't let this person off lightly. ” Mu Cang Long nodded gravely.

...

The master of the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall was named Lu She. He favored wearing red robes, was short in stature, and unremarkable in appearance.

But as he walked, he made people feel extremely uncomfortable, as if they were being stared at by a venomous snake.

The next day, Fang Xi looked at the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall Master and gave a light cough: “Hall Master Lu, alas. . . I didn't want this to happen. . . ”

“If you didn't want it, why not release She Lei and pretend nothing happened? ” Lu She rasped, “Instead of saying all this, just state your conditions! ”

“This. . . ” Fang Xi looked at Mu Cang Long.

Mu Cang Long cleared his throat: “Lu She, your martial arts hall was in the wrong first in this matter, and we are doing this for your reputation. . . ”

He had, in fact, accepted Fang Xi's money and had long since prepared their narrative: “All the tuition fees your Red Snake Martial Arts Hall collected must be fully refunded — that's the rule. In addition to that, you must also compensate Young Master Fang! ”

“Alright, alright, alright! ”

Lu She glared at Mu Cang Long, then suddenly smiled: “So it's your White Cloud Martial Arts Hall trying to make a name for yourselves. ”

Secretly, he believed there was an eighty percent chance the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall was behind this incident, having set a trap to snatch Fang Xi, this wealthy fool!

“Think what you will, but what's done is done. ” Mu Cang Long frowned: “Young Master Fang cannot study at the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall in the future, but since he has already learned the Red Snake Leg, your martial arts hall's Divine Intent Diagram can be presented for Young Master Fang's appreciation for one day, as compensation. . . ”

Chapter 8: Green Reaping Sword (Seeking Recommendations)

“A Divine Intent Diagram? ! ”

Lu She roared in anger, “How audacious, to covet my Red Snake Martial Arts Hall’s secret legacy? ”

The muscles in his legs bulged, and an unnatural, deep red appeared on his skin, as if he was about to attack without another word.

“It’s just a mere Divine Intent Diagram. How many of your hall’s inner-chamber disciples have seen it? How many have achieved Blood-Qi Transformation, and how many have successfully cultivated true force? ”

Mu Cang Long slowly shook his head.

For a martial arts hall, martial arts techniques could always be sold, provided the price was right.

In his view, Lu She’s behavior was merely an attempt to inflate his own value.

“Master Lu. ”

Just then, Fang Xi spoke, “I only need to observe the Divine Intent Diagram for half a day. As a show of sincerity, I am willing to offer a thousand taels of silver! ”

Lu She: “. . . ”

At this moment, the Red Snake Hall Master seemed to finally understand why even She Lei had gone red in the eyes and targeted his own martial arts hall apprentices.

This Young Master Fang was truly a fat sheep, just like the rumors said!

Finally, Lu She spoke, his voice dry, “Deal! ”

It wasn't that he didn't want to haggle, but simply that the other party offered too much.

...

“The Red Snake Leg Divine Intent Diagram! ”

Inside a quiet room.

Fang Xi gazed at the animal hide in his hand, a frown on his brow.

On the hide, there were only chaotic lines, like an ink-splashed landscape painting, rendered with just a few strokes yet eerily lifelike, depicting a scene within a mountain forest.

And within that mountain forest, on the grassy ground, twisted curves like slithering snakes crisscrossed, making one’s scalp tingle.

“It’s said that one must achieve the third stage of Blood-Qi Transformation in the Eight Snake Movements before being able to comprehend this Divine Intent Diagram. It truly holds some profound secrets. ”

Fang Xi nodded slightly, a thoughtful expression on his face.

This Divine Intent Diagram was exceptionally peculiar; a simple copy would absolutely fail to capture its divine intent.

Only true core disciples of the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall, by diligently practicing day and night while observing it, could possibly cultivate true force!

“However, that only applies to ordinary painters. ”

The next moment, Fang Xi flipped his palm, revealing a blank jade slip.

He pressed the jade slip to his forehead and extended his Divine Consciousness, meticulously imprinting the Red Snake Divine Intent Diagram onto it, bit by bit.

This was how cultivators recorded secret techniques!

Regardless of the type of ancient text or diagram. . . it could ensure a 'replicated' effect, even retaining the original essence and lifelike quality!

‘Since this Red Snake Divine Intent Diagram was originally drawn by a human, it means it can be produced. Mortals cannot copy it because their strength and realm are insufficient. . . My use of a cultivator’s Divine Consciousness for replication is a bit of a cheat. . . ’

A moment later, Fang Xi looked at the Divine Intent Diagram within his jade slip and sighed with emotion.

If he were merely in this Da Liang world, perhaps only a martial artist who had cultivated the Red Snake Leg to an extremely profound realm could attempt to depict this Divine Intent Diagram.

But now, he had accomplished it with ease.

‘Lu She agreed because he thought I couldn’t copy or memorize it quickly, right? ’

‘Now, he must have severely miscalculated. ’

Thinking this, Fang Xi couldn't help but feel immensely satisfied. He went out to return the Divine Intent Diagram, letting Lu She inspect it, and even offered a thank-you gift.

Lu She turned the Divine Intent Diagram over and over, confirming it was the genuine article, then cupped his fist directly, “The mountains are high and the road is long, we shall meet again! ”

“We shall meet again! ”

Fang Xi knew that this person would certainly hold a grudge over this matter, but it didn't concern him at all.

After all, the true legacy of the Red Snake Leg was now in his hands, and there would be no need to seek this person's help in the future.

He had to admit, after arriving in Da Liang, Fang Xi’s reservations had indeed diminished greatly.

...

In a flash, half a month passed.

South Barrens Cultivation World.

Fang Xi gazed at the melting snow outside his house, extending a hand under the eaves to catch a drop of snow water. “Winter turns to spring, brewing tea with snow water—that’s one of life’s great pleasures. ”

Half a month had passed since the last incident. He had officially abandoned the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall and joined the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall, receiving daily training from Mu Piao Miao. His White Cloud Palm could now be considered to have just reached initial mastery.

In the South Barrens, the fervor around Purple Mystical Mountain was far from over, and the prices of various talismans and artifacts were soaring.

Speaking of which, Fang Xi had made a small profit on his last talisman purchase – they had all increased in price by now.

“No, if I haven't sold them, it doesn't count as profit, and I won’t sell. . . ”

Fang Xi sighed and headed to the market town.

To his surprise, the place was far more bustling than half a month ago, with a large influx of cultivators cramming the various stalls.

However, the prices of talismans and artifacts—items that could immediately boost combat power—had begun to plummet.

Correspondingly, there were many new stalls selling materials from the Purple Mystical Mountain mystic realm. Fang Xi merely glanced at them, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

That so-called remnant magical treasure from within the mystic realm—wasn't that the same piece that old man Huang had sold in the market town before? The kind of thing specifically used to swindle newbies.

In addition, there was a large quantity of fakes mixed in, as if overnight, every stall owner had become a mystic realm winner.

Clearly, ninety-nine percent of these items were fakes!

Even if they were genuine, Fang Xi couldn't afford them.

Thus, he maintained a good attitude, merely looking around before mingling with the crowd to inquire about news.

“Damn it! ”

“The Purple Mystical Mountain mystic realm is a heavenly opportunity, so why are the Situ Clan and Red Leaf Valley preventing us rogue cultivators from entering? ”

Many cultivators were indignant, and Fang Xi understood.

It turned out the Situ Clan had acted. Not only that, they had allied with a nearby Foundation Establishment power—the Red Leaf Valley—to seal off Purple Mystical Mountain. These rogue cultivators could only return empty-handed.

It was said that the other party had even deployed Foundation Establishment grand cultivators, leaving Qi Refinement cultivators to sigh in despair.

“Looking at it this way, Old Mai Tou should be back by now, right? Spring harvest is coming soon. . . ”

Fang Xi mused as he browsed the stalls.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, perhaps he could fulfill his long-held wish: to acquire a low-grade artifact at a low price!

He went from stall to stall. Many of the artifacts on display now were damaged, some even stained with blood, clearly either obtained through illicit means or having survived fierce battles.

And. . . the prices were still too high for him.

Fang Xi wasn’t annoyed and continued to casually browse.

Suddenly, his footsteps halted before a stall, staring blankly at a flying sword artifact on display.

This artifact was merely a first-order, low-grade item, shaped like a green stalk of grain, thirteen inches long. Its surface had several chips, indicating considerable damage.

Most importantly, Fang Xi recognized this flying sword artifact!

It was none other than the prized personal sword Old Mai Tou had kept hidden!

With this item appearing here, Old Mai Tou’s fate was self-evident.

Fang Xi sighed internally, then glanced at the stall owner, a large man in black clothes, his face obscured by a veil, radiating a menacing aura.

‘Perhaps Old Mai Tou died at this person’s hands. ’

As Fang Xi mused, the man in black seemed to sense something and looked at Fang Xi. “Young man. . . have you taken a fancy to something of mine? ”

His voice was low, carrying a dangerous undertone.

“Yes, may I ask the price of this low-grade artifact flying sword? ” Fang Xi probed.

“An ordinary low-grade artifact sells for five to ten spirit stones. I’ll give you a discount on this flying sword, four spirit stones,” the man in black replied.

“Fellow Daoist, don’t make fun of me. ” A look of urgency appeared on Fang Xi’s face. “This artifact is already on the verge of breaking, and with artifacts currently falling in price, four spirit stones are truly too high. . . ”

“Then how much will you offer? ” Clearly, the man in black had just quoted a random price to fleece a rich mark. Upon hearing Fang Xi’s words, he immediately changed his tune.

If he truly stuck to four spirit stones, this artifact would likely never sell.

“One spirit stone! ”

Fang Xi thought for a moment and held up a single finger.

“Are you making fun of me? ” The man in black was displeased. “At least three spirit stones! ”

“Look at this artifact, the array patterns have cracks, so its spiritual power might not flow smoothly. And there are chips on the blade; it might break if you clash swords with someone. . . ” Since he was in the market town, Fang Xi was a little bolder and dared to haggle.

After some bargaining, the deal was finally struck for two spirit stones and three spirit crystals.

Fang Xi’s face was filled with pain, as he meticulously rummaged through all his small, scattered spirit crystals to finally gather enough to buy the ‘Green Reaping Sword’.

In truth, this purchase of the artifact flying sword had indeed depleted all his reserves. For a period, he wouldn't even be able to afford spirit rice, only ordinary mortal rice.

But Fang Xi was willing and felt it was well worth it.

If not for the current market chaos and the plummeting prices of artifacts, acquiring a low-grade artifact would not have been so easy.

...

Shantytown.

Back in his room, with the door shut, Fang Xi took out the Green Reaping Sword.

He gazed at the flying sword, his expression shifting. The cold gleam from the blade reflected on Fang Xi’s face, bringing a unique sensation.

After a long while, Fang Xi set down the flying sword. “I never thought. . . my first artifact would come from Old Mai Tou. ”

Recalling the scene where Old Mai Tou took out his flying sword and fought desperately, Fang Xi couldn't help but inwardly sigh with emotion, and even more so, warn himself never to follow Old Mai Tou’s path.

He possessed a golden finger, so in the future, when dealing with matters, he must leave himself an escape route and absolutely not risk his life for petty gains!

“Fortunately, the Situ Clan and Red Leaf Valley allied to quell the disturbance. ”

Fang Xi put away the Green Reaping Sword, intending to head to the Da Liang world tomorrow to properly learn how to control artifacts.

At the same time, he felt a little relieved.

The previous chaotic environment and restless populace truly displeased Fang Xi.

If the unrest continued, he was even prepared to leave the market town for a while to avoid danger.

“Even now, it’s not particularly safe. ”

Fang Xi scanned his surroundings and made a decision in his heart!

He would dig a hole, a cellar, and ideally prepare an escape tunnel!

This was a huge project, but it could be done slowly.

And in the future, his inter-world travel could take place in the cellar!

This would be another layer of concealment.

Chapter 9: Blood-Qi Breakthrough (Please Collect)

Da Liang.

Outside Black Stone City.

In a desolate, uninhabited small grove, a streak of azure light, guided by Fang Xi's will, performed various high-difficulty maneuvers.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Within a radius of several tens of zhang, the Sword Qi was oppressive, and faintly, a sword shadow like an azure leaf could be seen darting back and forth through the grove. Wherever it passed, tree branches were sliced open as if they were tofu, revealing smooth cross-sections.

Pfft!

Furthermore, the sword effortlessly flew and pierced into a patch of green rock, penetrating three inches deep, its sharpness unparalleled.

A moment later, the 'Green Reaping Sword' appeared before Fang Xi, like an azure swimming fish, moving gracefully through the void.

He reached out, beckoned, and grasped the 'Green Reaping Sword''s hilt, murmuring to himself, "Indeed, there are a few obscure points when the magical power circulates. It's not a problem with the 'Object Manipulation Art', but rather a flaw in the artifact's own array patterns!"

Any cultivator would possess the 'Object Manipulation Art', which is considered the secret to controlling artifacts.

If they were high-grade flying swords, there might even be specialized sword arts to match them.

But Fang Xi clearly wouldn't have such a thing.

Even the 'Object Manipulation Art' alone required him to expend a great deal of effort in cultivation.

Hm, if it were before, without an artifact, he wouldn't even be able to cultivate it.

At this moment, holding the 'Green Reaping Sword', Fang Xi truly felt as if he had no match within Black Stone City.

"Controlling a sword brings the exhilaration of flying a model aircraft in my previous life. Even if I used up all my spirit stones, it wouldn't be a loss."

After forcibly convincing himself it wasn't a loss, Fang Xi set the 'Green Reaping Sword' aside and began practicing his fist arts!

"White Cloud Palm!"

During this period of cultivation in the Southern Barrens, he felt that the blood-qi within his body was becoming increasingly easy to grasp. By tonight, he had reached the verge of a breakthrough!

Bang! Bang!

Fang Xi moved his palms like flying, fiercely striking an ancient cypress tree before him.

Whack!

Bark flew, and a clear palm print appeared.

Fang Xi stood with his palm retracted, feeling the blood-qi slowly wriggle within him, firmly grasped by his control.

Hoo! Hoo!

He panted heavily, his body's surface covered in copious sweat, which was rapidly evaporating.

"Finally, a breakthrough! First Blood-Qi Transformation!"

Fang Xi's eyes gleamed.

He could feel his blood flow slightly accelerating, and within his four limbs and a hundred bones, an indescribable and profound power surged.

That was not blood, but a more profound force — Blood-Qi power!

And under the enhancement of this layer of Blood-Qi power, his entire body's skin, bones, and tendons had been strengthened to a certain degree!

"My whole body is strengthened, but the most crucial part is my hands!"

Fang Xi gazed at his hands and could confirm that ordinary mortal blades would require considerable force to cut through his skin.

"Indeed, the reinforcement of Blood-Qi Martial Arts is still different from that of the cultivation world."

He was very satisfied with this; if the First Blood-Qi Transformation was already like this, then the Second and Third Transformations would be even more impressive.

The realm of a Martial Arts Hall Master could truly take off, comparable to a Body Cultivator in the Qi Refinement stage.

And it could save a huge amount of body-forging resources!

...

The next day.

Fang Xi followed behind Mu Piao Miao, entering the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall.

The White Cloud Martial Arts Hall was located in the west of Black Stone City, nestled within a residential area, appearing quite secluded.

Though called a martial arts hall, it was essentially a large courtyard. The front yard hosted apprentices who came to pay and learn martial arts, while the back yard was where Mu Cang Long's family lived.

"Eldest Senior Sister!"

It was evident that Mu Piao Miao was very popular here; many disciples greeted her along the way.

Fang Xi smiled as he entered the back yard with Mu Piao Miao.

"This time, my father has decided to accept you as a formal disciple because of your outstanding talent!"

Mu Piao Miao turned, her eyes seemingly carrying a hint of envy: "It seems I misjudged before. To break through to the First Blood-Qi Transformation in less than a month. . . you absolutely have talent on the path of martial arts."

As she spoke, she seemed to grow somewhat puzzled, muttering softly to herself, "Has the entry standard for Yuan He Mountain already become this high?"

In her opinion, Fang Xi's aptitude could already be considered that of a minor genius.

Fang Xi had no intention of explaining, so he followed Mu Piao Miao into the back courtyard and saw Mu Cang Long seated in a Grand Tutor's Chair.

Beside Mu Cang Long, there were several disciples with vigorous auras attending to him.

He held a purple clay teapot with an air of composure, drinking tea directly from its spout.

"Greetings, Master!"

Fang Xi stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and presented the apprenticeship gift prepared by old butler A Fu.

"Mm."

Mu Cang Long slowly took a sip of tea: "For you to break through to the First Blood-Qi Transformation within a month, perhaps your body is extremely suited to the White Cloud Palm martial art. You must practice diligently and not squander this innate talent."

"Thank you, Master."

Fang Xi bowed once more before rising.

"My White Cloud Palm, at the White Cloud level, mainly focuses on developing palm strength through sandbag training. However, after the First Blood-Qi Transformation, you can add some new training content."

Mu Cang Long glanced with his lips, and a burly, honest-looking disciple proactively walked onto the training ground, plunging his hands into an iron pot filled with burning iron sand.

"The 'Calcination Method'! This is the path to cultivating the Second Blood-Qi Transformation. At the same time, it must be supplemented with the martial arts hall's specialized secret medicine and incantations."

Mu Cang Long began explaining a few words.

As he spoke, the disciples behind him listened attentively.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xi felt his mouth twitch slightly.

Clearly, some of the formal disciples had not received such detailed instruction, likely having been taught by their senior brothers and sisters.

Only when encountering a big spender like himself could one piggyback on the master's lessons!

Mu Cang Long had many matters to attend to, so he told Fang Xi to go back and train on his own before returning to his room.

Mu Piao Miao then introduced Fang Xi to his fellow disciples.

Mu Cang Long had quite a few formal disciples. Mu Piao Miao was the Eldest Senior Sister, and besides her, there were Second Senior Brother Wu Ji, Third Senior Brother Tang Xuan, Fourth Senior Sister Liu Tao Tao. . .

Third Senior Brother Tang Xuan was the one who had just demonstrated the 'Calcination Method'.

As for Second Senior Brother Wu Ji, he was an exceptionally handsome young man with a very amiable smile.

The Fourth Senior Sister was not particularly striking in appearance, but she had a pair of very alluring long legs.

As for the other senior and junior brothers and sisters, Fang Xi had merely glanced at them, secretly memorizing them.

"Junior Brother, to train your palm strength, it's best to add medicinal liquid to this iron sand as well."

Mu Piao Miao stared intently at Fang Xi, as if she were looking at a mountain of gold.

Sure enough, Fang Xi grandly raised a hand: "I'll buy a hundred portions first, for future use!"

Hiss! Hiss!

Indeed, the sound of sharp intakes of breath immediately arose from all around.

"Junior Brother Fang is truly wealthy and powerful. " Liu Tao Tao's eyes sparkled, as if she would pounce on him the next moment if Mu Piao Miao weren't present.

"With Junior Brother's ample finances and the medicinal liquid, perhaps within three months, you can attempt the Second Blood-Qi Transformation. " Mu Piao Miao's tone was unreadable as she took Fang Xi on another tour of the martial arts hall.

After touring for a bit, Fang Xi seemed somewhat disheartened: "I wonder if there's an even faster way to cultivate the White Cloud Palm? I heard. . . it seems the martial arts hall has resources of demon meat internally?"

"Junior Brother is indeed well-informed."

Mu Piao Miao glanced at Fang Xi with some surprise, then shook her head and said sternly, "When practicing martial arts, one must not aim too high and ignore the present. Demon meat is still too dangerous for you at your current level. . ."

She paused, then revealed some information: "The martial arts hall also only occasionally acquires demon meat through a channel in the black market. It's usually for Father's own cultivation, at most occasionally used when attempting to break through to the Third Blood-Qi Transformation. . ."

Upon hearing this, Fang Xi immediately looked at Mu Piao Miao.

This Eldest Senior Sister was a master of the Third Blood-Qi Transformation; undoubtedly, she had access to demon meat.

He wondered if the demons of the Da Liang world were truly different from the demon beast meat of the cultivation world?

His pockets were already empty in the cultivation world, but at this moment, he still had no intention of transporting demon meat there to sell.

After all, in the Da Liang world, with his flying sword out, even Mu Cang Long would dare to contend with him.

But in the Southern Barrens Cultivation World, he was still a little rookie; he had to remain low-key.

This led to his vastly different conduct in the two worlds.

'However, Eldest Senior Sister still underestimates me. '

Fang Xi thought to himself.

According to his estimation, if he were to train in the cultivation world, his speed in breaking through to the Second and Third Blood-Qi Transformations would be astonishing.

By then, he would naturally come into contact with demon meat resources.

This would be much more stable than meticulously planning for it.

It just required a bit of time to mature.

And he was still young, a cultivator, with the patience to wait.

...

Southern Barrens Cultivation World.

Winter departed, spring arrived.

The snow accumulated around Green Bamboo Mountain had completely melted away, revealing vibrant, life-filled emerald hues.

In the bamboo grove, Fang Xi wore only a coarse cloth short-sleeved shirt, seemingly unconcerned by the slight chill of early spring.

His muscles bulged, appearing exceptionally strong and well-defined, his entire body radiating vibrant blood-qi. Compared to the scrawny youth he once was, he was like a completely different person!

"After a year of hard work, the Jade Bamboo Rice is finally ready for harvest."

Gazing at this six-fen plot of bamboo forest, Fang Xi was filled with the joy of a veteran farmer anticipating a good harvest.

This spirit rice was sown in summer, fertilized in autumn, endured a harsh winter's tempering, and was only harvested in spring, completely unlike ordinary crops.

His diligent labor this year was estimated to yield two to three stone of spirit rice, a rather good harvest.

Not only that!

Through day and night cultivation, and perhaps due to the abundant spiritual energy in the Southern Barrens Cultivation World, his progress in Blood-Qi Martial Arts had advanced by leaps and bounds.

By now, he had long since broken through to the Second Blood-Qi Transformation, and was only a step away from the Third Blood-Qi Transformation!

'Once I reach the Third Blood-Qi Transformation, I can start accessing demon meat resources. '

Fang Xi gazed at the bamboo forest, somewhat lost in thought: "Perhaps in the cultivation world, I'll also need to join some circles to explore channels for selling demon meat in the future. . ."

Chapter 10: Spirit Rice Harvest (Seeking Recommendations)

Early spring.

The spirit farmers in the shantytown all had joyful expressions, some even donning rare new clothes, as if heading to some grand celebration.

Fang Xi walked through the bamboo forest, casually waving his right hand.

The Green Reaping Sword flew out, slicing off a section of bamboo.

He tapped the bamboo tube, listening to the solid echo from within, and nodded in satisfaction: "The spirit rice is ripe."

The next moment, Fang Xi directly lit a fire on the ground, roasting the bamboo tube.

As time passed, a clear fragrance, a mix of rice and bamboo, slowly wafted out.

This was another way to eat spirit bamboo rice, made into bamboo tube rice.

During this period, he had stayed in the bamboo forest, solely to protect the hard-won ripened spirit rice and to guard against petty thieves and even pests.

For this, he had even refrained from going to Da Liang.

And today, finally, it was harvest time!

Crack!

A moment later, the bamboo tube burst open, revealing the full, abundant spirit rice inside.

The freshly ripened spirit rice grains were plump and evenly distributed. They practically melted on the tongue, and that clear aroma, in particular, was refreshing and invigorating.

Paired with the cured meat Fang Xi brought, it made for a fine meal.

After eating his fill, Fang Xi felt the spiritual energy overflowing within his body. Not daring to be negligent, he quickly circulated the Changchun Jue cultivation method once.

Not only that, after circulating the cultivation method, he struck a stance and honed his palms.

"Tsk, tsk. . . Little Fang, are you practicing Body Cultivation?"

Fang Xi, somewhat immersed in martial arts, didn't know how much time had passed when he heard a teasing voice. He quickly looked up and saw an Iron Leaf Boat artifact slowly descending from mid-air, with a person disembarking from it.

The other party was a male cultivator in his thirties, dressed in a sky-blue wealthy commoner's robe, with a smiling, somewhat portly face.

Upon seeing him, Fang Xi quickly stopped his martial arts practice, stood up, and offered a fawning smile: "Greetings, Steward Situ."

Seeing him look at him, he quickly laughed again: "Just practicing some mortal martial arts in my leisure, a laughingstock, truly a laughingstock. . ."

This blue-robed fat man was named Situ Ying, a member of the Situ Clan, and he managed a portion of the spirit fields.

To many spirit farmers on the mountain, he was an uncrowned king, holding sway over their very lives.

"Hmm, this patch of spirit bamboo is growing well. You must have put in a lot of effort."

Situ Ying walked through the bamboo forest, inspecting the growth of the spirit rice, and nodded slightly.

"Oh, no, no, it's mainly because Green Bamboo Mountain is truly a blessed land with excellent spiritual energy, which helps the spirit rice grow so well."

Fang Xi flattered him while pulling out a small brocade pouch and handing it over.

Inside the pouch were the last few spirit crystals he had.

Situ Ying took it, not even needing to open it to know the exact amount, and his expression softened further: "Good lad, you understand how things work. . . Since that's the case, let's begin the harvest."

This scene reminded Fang Xi of what he had read in books in his previous life.

Perhaps this was what it was like when landlords and tenant farmers harvested in ancient times?

As both were cultivators, the harvest proceeded quickly.

Rustle, rustle, rustle!

Patches of bamboo forest fell, transforming into bamboo rice.

Finally, Situ Ying took out a specialized large measuring artifact from his waist storage bag and began to weigh the harvest.

"Storage artifact?"

Fang Xi stared at the dusty, unassuming little pouch on Situ Ying's waist, feeling envious again.

He didn't have a storage artifact like that. . .

"The harvest is good this year. Two piculs and forty catties of spirit rice. . . The master's share is half, which is one hundred and twenty catties!"

Situ Ying flicked his abacus: "The price of spirit bamboo rice has risen. If you sell your private share, I can give you four spirit stones. . ."

Fang Xi calculated for a moment, then said with a wince: "I'll keep half. . ."

According to the land lease contract, he was originally entitled to half of the harvest, which was one hundred and twenty catties of spirit rice.

If he wanted to sell this spirit rice, he could only sell it to the Situ Clan.

The Situ Clan also ran a rice shop in the cultivation city, so they could drastically suppress prices, offering very low spirit crystals.

And spirit farmers often needed to cultivate, so most of them had to keep their share.

However, Situ Ying's immediate demand for Fang Xi to sell his share was rather avaricious.

"Half, then. . . I'll leave you sixty catties."

Situ Ying put the spirit rice into his storage bag, then tossed over a small pouch of spirit crystals, and departed on his Iron Leaf Boat.

Fang Xi opened the bag and saw only eighteen spirit crystals inside. He couldn't help but curse inwardly: "A bloodsucking leech that plucks every feather off a passing goose! Just you wait until you fall into my hands someday. . ."

...

After the spirit bamboo rice was harvested, it would not be ready for replanting until summer.

The planting method here was also quite peculiar; no rice seeds were needed, only the cultivation of spirit bamboo roots to produce bamboo shoots.

Between the spring harvest and the summer replanting, there was a period of agricultural leisure.

Fang Xi strolled back to his hut, wondering if he should renovate his home.

Just as he opened his door, he saw a new person in Old Mai Tou's house and was momentarily startled.

"You must be Fellow Daoist Fang? I am the new spirit farmer, Chen Ping."

Chen Ping looked to be in his twenties or thirties, also at the early Qi Refinement stage, with an unremarkable appearance.

He offered a ingratiating smile and handed over a low-grade 'Dust Removal Talisman': "A humble gift, a token of my respect."

"Thank you. Let's keep in touch in the future."

Fang Xi smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries, then returned to his room, stroking his chin: "In the past, spirit farmers would at most offer snacks or spirit rice as gifts. . . This new fellow daoist seems quite well-off. . . Could he be a talisman master?"

But then, he felt a wave of emotion.

Old Mai Tou had been a spirit farmer for decades, yet he died in an instant, and few remembered him. Even his house and land were swiftly transferred.

Such was the reality of the cultivation world!

The cultivators at the bottom were mere ants, or leeks. . . easily harvested, for they would always grow back.

"Yesterday it was Old Mai Tou, tomorrow it might be me!"

Fang Xi gave a self-deprecating smile.

With his personality, even fewer people would remember him when his time came.

"Well, then. . . it's a good opportunity to cultivate properly during this period of leisure."

Fang Xi practiced the third level of the Changchun Jue every day, but his progress was not fast.

In contrast, his White Cloud Palm martial art showed signs of rapid advancement.

...

Da Liang.

White Cloud Martial Arts Hall.

"Senior Brother Fang!"

"Greetings, Senior Brother."

Dressed in white training attire, Fang Xi entered the martial arts hall, and the outer court disciples greeted him with fawning, admiring smiles.

If at first they were merely impressed by Squire Fang's wealth, now they carried a certain reverence for a strong practitioner.

The reason was simple: Fang Xi's rate of progress was simply too fast!

Not only did he enter the martial path quickly, completing the first Blood-Qi Transformation at home, but he had also recently announced his breakthrough to the second Blood-Qi Transformation!

This made countless people secretly green with envy.

"But. . . what good is jealousy?"

Fang Xi smiled faintly and entered the inner court of the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall.

"Eldest Senior Sister!"

After greeting Mu Piao Miao, he went directly to a clay stove.

This clay stove was built with green bricks, with an iron pot suspended above it.

When Fang Xi arrived, servants immediately lit the stove and began pouring bag after bag of medicinal herbs into the iron pot.

Looking closely, among the herbs were wriggling centipedes, spiders, and other venomous insects, making one's scalp tingle.

"After my White Cloud Palm enters the second Blood-Qi Transformation through the calcination method, I must attempt to temper poison into my palm force!"

Fang Xi gazed at his palms.

After two blood-qi transformations, the skin of his palms was as tough as oxhide, powerful and strong.

This was the foundation for cultivating poison arts.

After all, infusing poison into palm force would inevitably harm one's own body.

Even though the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall had specialized antidotes, accumulating such damage over time would result in terrifying injuries.

Roar! Roar!

Flames fiercely licked the bottom of the pot, making the soup inside thicker and thicker, turning it dark green and putridly pungent. . .

Fang Xi's expression remained unchanged. Once the water boiled, he plunged both his hands directly into it.

Swish, swish, swish!

The boiling poisonous liquid rippled between his palms as he silently circulated his blood-qi transformation, absorbing the power of the toxins.

"Indeed, only with the powerful physique and blood-qi after the second Blood-Qi Transformation can one slightly absorb toxins. . . Cultivating too far ahead would likely poison my palms beyond repair!"

After half an hour of cultivation, Fang Xi withdrew his hands, which had turned crimson, and looked at his palms.

He saw that in the center of his palms, whenever he circulated his blood-qi, a gray mass would suddenly appear.

"Is this the Poison Palm? The Dark Cloud realm of White Cloud Palm? No. . . this should just be the beginning. . ."

White Cloud Palm had three levels: White Cloud, Dark Cloud, and Black Cloud!

The White Cloud level corresponded to the first and second Blood-Qi Transformations, where the palms were as white and pristine as jade.

The Dark Cloud level was at the third Blood-Qi Transformation stage. When the technique was circulated, the palms would turn completely black, signifying minor success in poison arts.

Fang Xi was currently in the intermediate stage between the second and third transformations.

As for the final Black Cloud level, that meant truly mastering True Force, achieving great success in poison palm techniques!

It was said that when Mu Cang Long truly circulated his technique, his palms were as black as ink, and even the force of his palms carried potent venom!

"My ample financial resources allow me to purchase all sorts of exotic poisons to temper into my palms, thus my progress is incredibly fast. . ."

Fang Xi stood with his palms retracted, silently contemplating his martial arts progress.

Furthermore, he could use his Divine Consciousness to examine his body internally, repair physical damage, and expel toxins, which was a huge advantage!

With so many advantages combined, Fang Xi's progress in White Cloud Palm was naturally swift, advancing by leaps and bounds. Even Wu Ji had been surpassed. Although Wu Ji still appeared enthusiastic in front of others recently, the looks he gave from behind were quite intriguing.

"Among the entire martial arts hall, in terms of martial arts, only Mu Piao Miao and Mu Cang Long are above me now, right?"

Fang Xi secretly thought.

"Wu Ji isn't shaping up, Liu Tao Tao has flaws in her character. As for honest and steady, Tang Xuan might even surpass them in the future. . . I can consider befriending him slightly."

As he pondered, the handsome Wu Ji came to the backyard, a kindly smile on his face: "Junior Brother Fang. . ."

"Senior Brother Wu, is there something you need? " Fang Xi raised an eyebrow.

"Well. . . Senior Brother has been short on funds recently for cultivation, I wonder if Junior Brother. . ."

As soon as Wu Ji spoke, it was to borrow money.

"This little boat of friendship is about to capsize," Fang Xi inwardly rolled his eyes.

Chapter 11: Three Transformations (Seeking collection)

In his previous life, Fang Xi had also been lent money by relatives and friends, but the outcomes were never particularly pleasant.

Hearing that remark now, a hint of disgust welled up in his heart.

"About that. . ."

He feigned contemplation, intending to employ the 'delaying tactic'.

Meanwhile, Wu Ji's face steadily fell during the prolonged wait.

He considered himself highly regarded in the martial arts hall, his martial arts having long reached the realm of Blood-Qi Transformation, making him one of the higher-ups.

After Fang Xi joined the martial arts hall, he had even deliberately sought to win him over, introducing him into his own small circle.

Alas. . . the other party seemed like a fool, unable to grasp his subtle hints.

Now, even lending money was met with procrastination.

Feeling Wu Ji's gaze, Fang Xi couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.

Some people are simply born petty individuals.

Even if he were to treat him like a beggar and agree to lend the money this time, there was a good chance the other party would still resent him, simply for being slow to agree!

'Besides. . . a mere Wu Ji, is he even worth my apprehension? '

At this thought, Fang Xi immediately made his decision: "My apologies, but I, too, have been short on funds lately and am truly unable to help. . ."

"You. . ."

Wu Ji's face flushed red then paled green, like a dye shop displaying its wares, a sight quite 'beautiful' to behold: "Junior Brother, you're truly something, you're truly something. . ."

He felt the gazes of the surrounding disciples seemed to be mocking him, and unable to bear it, he flung his sleeves and departed.

Only after Wu Ji left did Tang Xuan walk over: "Junior Brother Fang, you should be careful. Senior Brother Wu has a very small heart."

Fang Xi glanced at Tang Xuan, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This Third Senior Brother, with his honest and simple appearance, didn't seem as naive as he let on.

Or rather, after he displayed his talent, many in the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall actively began to gravitate towards him.

This was quite normal!

After all, Fang Xi had both talent and money!

It would be abnormal for others *not* to curry favor with him.

"What does this Wu Ji's family do?"

Fang Xi casually asked.

"Senior Brother Wu's family is in business. They have a small merchant caravan and have hired quite a few martial artists as guards," Tang Xuan replied.

"So, a merchant family. . ."

Fang Xi smiled.

Although he didn't understand business warfare, he had plenty of money!

If he truly wanted to target them, he could even do things that would wound the enemy by eight hundred while harming himself by a thousand—that was using one's own capital to inflict damage.

'But they only showed me a sour face; if I make them go bankrupt, wouldn't that be a bit too 'Long Aotian'? '

'The ancient Long Aotian was certainly satisfying, but the current climate dictates one won't die a good death. . . '

Fang Xi inwardly scoffed.

However, he quite appreciated Tang Xuan, who had actively gravitated towards him. The two chatted for a bit more, discussing their martial arts progress.

Tang Xuan, like Wu Ji, had reached the Blood-Qi Transformation realm, which was already considered not weak within the martial arts hall.

Unfortunately, the Third Blood-Qi Transformation was still a distant prospect.

Speaking of this, even Tang Xuan's face couldn't help but show a hint of bitterness: "Actually. . . I'm still relatively well off. Fourth Senior Sister has long been unable to break through to Blood-Qi Transformation, and her family has already pressed her several times to return and marry."

Fang Xi was startled. He hadn't expected that Senior Sister, who practically threw herself at him every time they met, would have such a difficult background.

However, thinking of the outer disciples who, even after paying, couldn't smoothly grasp their blood-qi and had to leave dejectedly, Fang Xi felt much more balanced.

In reality, practicing martial arts was something that heavily relied on talent and resources.

Back then, the people from Yuan He Mountain truly hadn't misjudged; his physical aptitude was indeed ordinary.

But it was thanks to the nourishment of the spiritual energy and spirit rice from the cultivation world that he had made such progress, similar to the small geniuses in ordinary martial arts halls.

This was the sorrow of commoners!

If one had talent, they could quickly turn their fate around and become a person of the upper class.

If one had no talent and even fewer resources, then they could only remain as mud for their entire lives!

"But I am different, I must contend!"

"In the Da Liang world, I will strive to seize resources!"

With this thought, Fang Xi walked out of the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall and returned to his Fang residence.

"Young Master is back!"

A Fu, Yue Gui, and the other maidservants came forward to greet him, especially the younger maids, whose eyes and brows were filled with smiles.

The Young Master had mysteriously vanished for several days again, and today he finally reappeared.

"To the training ground. I need to cultivate."

Ignoring Yue Gui's slightly wistful gaze, Fang Xi arrived at the training ground.

Whoosh!

His figure flickered, and he was already atop the wooden stakes, practicing the Eight Snake Movements.

He had never neglected his cultivation of the Red Snake Leg.

By now, he had also reached the realm of Blood-Qi Transformation!

"Snake Form Leg!"

In a flash, Fang Xi kicked out three legs mid-air.

His leg techniques were boneless and fluid, like agile spirit snakes, striking from unpredictable directions.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three wooden stakes snapped in response!

"This Red Snake Leg is not only sharp but also greatly aids leg cultivation. . ."

Fang Xi retracted his leg, murmuring to himself.

After obtaining the Red Snake Leg Mystical Intent Diagram, it was as if he had received the complete core inheritance of this martial art, allowing him to cultivate at least to the level of a martial arts hall master, so he naturally wouldn't give it up lightly.

If one were to roll up his trouser leg now, they would see his legs had grown a full size thicker than before, with distinct, sculpted muscles.

Not only that, but at the position of the main tendons, there was also a twisting pattern, like a snake yet not quite a snake.

This was a unique phenomenon that appeared after cultivating the Red Snake Leg to the Blood-Qi Transformation stage.

"The most pressing matter is still to quickly break through to the Third Blood-Qi Transformation and gain access to demon meat resources. . ."

After practicing the Red Snake Leg, Fang Xi already had a plan in mind.

However, upon seeing the pretty maidservants, he decided to postpone his plan slightly.

After all that hard work cultivating a batch of crops in the cultivation world, it was now time to continue enjoying himself.

...

The next day.

White Cloud Martial Arts Hall.

In the end, Fang Xi was a person of strong resolve.

After enjoying tea and music last night, he still came to cultivate today.

Moreover, he felt his blood-qi stirring restlessly.

Perhaps. . . the breakthrough to the Third Blood-Qi Transformation would happen today!

"Burn! Keep adding fuel!"

Before the earthen stove, feeling the pot of potent, poisonous concoction having less and less effect on his palms, Fang Xi's expression remained unchanged as he urged them on repeatedly.

"Yes, sir!"

Several servants stripped off their upper garments, working so hard they couldn't even wipe away the sweat pouring down their faces, piling large amounts of firewood under the earthen stove and adding more poison to the pot.

Around them, at some unknown point, a circle of spectators had gathered.

Wu Ji was among them. Watching this scene, his voice involuntarily grew louder: "Junior Brother Fang is making a rash mistake. . . recklessly increasing the amount of venom might cripple his hands. . ."

Tang Xuan's lips twitched, wanting to say something, but Liu Tao Tao beside him spoke first: "I think Junior Brother has probably accumulated enough, and wants to advance vigorously!"

Her clear voice not only made Wu Ji's expression falter, but Tang Xuan beside her also cast a surprised glance.

What medicine did this Junior Sister take today? To directly confront Second Senior Brother?

Not long after, Mu Cang Long and Mu Piao Miao were also alerted, arriving together, their expressions varied as they watched this scene.

Half an hour later.

"Huu. . ."

Fang Xi retracted his palms. His hands were bright red, but as the redness receded, a layer of grey gradually spread, seeping from his palms to the sides, then to the backs of his hands. . .

Until finally, both his hands had turned grey.

"This is. . . the Black Cloud stage?"

Mu Piao Miao gasped in surprise.

Third Blood-Qi Transformation, Black Cloud stage!

This meant that Fang Xi's mastery of the White Cloud Palm had already caught up to hers, surpassed only by Mu Cang Long!

"He actually broke through?"

Wu Ji watched this scene, his mouth agape, like a toad.

But at this moment, no one was paying attention to this clown anymore.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother Fang, on your great progress in martial arts!"

"Congratulations, Junior Brother Fang (Senior Brother Fang). . . on your great progress in martial arts! " A crowd of disciples bowed.

"Many thanks!"

Fang Xi's expression was calm and indifferent. As he passed Liu Tao Tao, he smiled at her: "Senior Sister, if you encounter difficulties with cultivation resources in the future, you can tell me. . ."

As soon as he spoke, the expressions on the faces of those around them subtly changed.

Many disciples looked at Liu Tao Tao, their expressions filled with envy.

After all, they knew that Liu Tao Tao had failed to master martial arts and was now on the verge of being forced into marriage by her family!

Now that Senior Brother Fang had offered a helping hand, her life would become much easier.

"Many thanks. . . Junior Brother!"

Liu Tao Tao's voice was already choked with emotion.

"No need to be polite."

Fang Xi waved his hand.

For him, this was merely a casual investment.

...

Martial Arts Hall Main Hall.

"Good, good indeed!"

Mu Cang Long looked at Fang Xi, quite pleased.

He hadn't expected that a mere ordinary apprentice, whom he had initially only helped for the silver, would possess such outstanding talent in the White Cloud Palm!

"Fang Xi, since you have cultivated to the Third Blood-Qi Transformation, your next step should be to integrate your blood-qi and enter the True Force realm."

Mu Cang Long's expression was solemn as he took out a scroll: "This is the White Cloud Palm's secret Mystical Intent Diagram. Observe it first. Remember, emphasize intent over form, and pay close attention to the diagram's spiritual essence!"

"Many thanks, Master."

Fang Xi planned to have A Fu send a substantial thank-you gift later. For now, he accepted the scroll without ceremony and opened it.

On the vast scroll, there was nothing but wisps of clouds.

Clouds rolled and unfurled, imbued with an ethereal quality.

He observed it for a while, carefully comprehending its true meaning.

"It's quite normal not to comprehend this Mystical Intent Diagram immediately. In the future, you can observe it with your Senior Sister Piao Miao for half an hour each day."

Mu Cang Long said slowly.

"I understand. " Fang Xi returned the scroll to Mu Cang Long.

In any case, he would have plenty of opportunities to copy a new scroll later.

At this moment, his main concern was other matters: "Master. . . I would like to inquire about demons."

"I've heard Piao Miao say that you're very interested in demon meat?"

Mu Cang Long nodded, then shook his head, a rare hint of fear actually appearing on his face: "Demons are divided into 'monsters' and 'fiends'! Monsters roam the wilderness; common people encountering them have no chance of survival, yet they are the easiest to deal with. . . The truly terrifying ones are the 'fiends'!"

"Fiends?"

Fang Xi showed a questioning look, but Mu Cang Long merely waved his hand: "In short, you must understand that even a martial artist like your master would undoubtedly face certain death against a fiend. Moreover, if a fiend calamity occurs in any city across the Nine Prefectures of Da Liang, that place could become a dead zone!"

"It's actually that terrifying?"

Fang Xi sucked in a cold breath. Well. . . most of it was an act.

"As for demon meat resources. . . martial artists at the Third Blood-Qi Transformation stage can barely consume a bit of it. . . " Mu Cang Long pondered, then tossed out a wooden token: "There's a black market in Black Stone City. It has demon meat resources. If you want some, you can go buy a bit."

Chapter 12: The Black Market and Sword Testing (Please Vote)

"Fiends and Demons?"

The moon hung at its zenith.

Fang Xi held the black market wooden token in his hand, still feeling a trace of confusion.

According to Mu Cang Long, fiends likely corresponded to some physically formidable demon beasts, but demons? It seemed somewhat peculiar, not like the demon beasts or Demonic Cultivators of the cultivation world. . .

"However, am I finally about to gain access to the advanced resources of this world?"

He gazed at the bridge ahead, a hint of excitement in his expression.

As per Mu Cang Long's instructions, Black Stone City's black market was located at the 'Moon Bridge'. Every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. . . with the wooden token as proof, one could take a small wooden boat from the bridge's edge and enter the true black market!

At this moment, Fang Xi had naturally changed into a set of night clothes, complete with a bamboo hat, making it impossible to discern his figure or face.

Upon reaching the Moon Bridge, he indeed saw a covered boat, docked by the bank, waiting.

"Who goes there?"

An old man poling a bamboo stick from the boat asked.

"Someone going to the black market."

Fang Xi replied.

"Do you have proof?"

"Here!"

After he tossed over the wooden token, the old man glanced at it a few times, respectfully returned it, and allowed Fang Xi onto the boat.

Onboard, there were several other black-clad figures, maintaining a certain distance from each other, silently.

After waiting for the duration of three incense sticks, the old man pushed his bamboo pole, and the covered boat drifted away under the moonlight.

A thin mist rose, and the surrounding buildings became indistinct shadows.

After an unknown period, the small boat docked at a riverside beach.

"We've arrived."

The old man's voice came through.

Fang Xi stepped off the boat, his feet sinking into the damp mud.

Looking around, it seemed to be an island in the middle of a lake, with many people setting up stalls and hawking their wares.

The only few buildings were crude wooden structures, looking incredibly simple.

"This black market. . . is completely different from what I imagined."

"Far too primitive."

Fang Xi's lips twitched slightly as he blended into the crowd.

"Brother, looking to learn martial arts? The Iron Sword Sect's secret transmission, the eighteen forms of the Iron-Cutting Sword Art, complete with the Spirit Intent Diagram!"

At one stall, a masked vendor was loudly hawking his goods.

Fang Xi glanced at the stack of secret manuals, then shook his head and walked away.

Without even looking, he knew that a Spirit Intent Diagram was not so easily replicated.

Anything appearing here was likely fake.

"Come and see, excellent slaves here. . . This skin, these teeth. . . clearly from a wealthy family, raise her for a few years and she'll surely be a great beauty!"

At another stall, people were actually being sold!

Fang Xi swept his gaze over them, seeing several boys and girls with terrified expressions. He immediately recalled the rumors of missing children from wealthy households in the city over the past few days, and a chill went down his spine.

It seemed the Da Liang court's control and deterrent power were quite limited!

"The black market is indeed quite black."

"Unfortunately, at my current stage, I don't possess the power to act as I please."

After a mental scoff, he followed Mu Cang Long's directions and approached a wooden hut.

The wooden hut was very crude. Fang Xi sniffed, detecting a strong, pungent scent of blood.

In the grass around the hut, white bones were faintly visible.

"Is this Mu Cang Long's and the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall's channel for demon meat?"

Fang Xi murmured to himself and stepped inside.

The light inside the wooden hut was dim, illuminated by an oil lamp whose wick burned with an eerie green flame.

As the lamp oil burned, a strange fragrance diffused through the air.

Fang Xi swallowed, actually feeling a bit hungry.

"This lamp oil. . . something's off."

Just as he pondered, a deep voice suddenly boomed: "You've come to buy meat?"

Fang Xi looked over and couldn't help but gasp, genuinely startled.

On one side of the room, a 'mountain of flesh' was piled up!

It was a literal mountain of flesh, about two to three meters high, layers of pale, glistening fat piled high, with loose skin covered in grease.

This was an unimaginably enormous fat man!

"At least a thousand pounds!"

Fang Xi's voice was low: "I heard. . . there's demon meat for sale here? Don't worry, I understand the rules!"

As he spoke, he tossed over the wooden token.

The 'mountain of flesh' took the token, casually glanced at it, and then chuckled: "So, an introduction from a regular customer. . . Rest assured, my meat here is of the best quality!"

As he spoke, he opened his large, palm-like hand and grabbed behind himself.

Splat!

A piece of pale white meat was flung before Fang Xi.

This lump of meat weighed at least five or six pounds, with no trace of red blood, and seemingly no muscle or sinewy texture.

"This feeling. . . is very similar to the lamp oil? " Fang Xi scanned it, making a mental judgment.

"My meat here is a hundred taels of silver per pound. " The mountain of flesh continued to quote the price.

"Alright!"

Fang Xi nodded, taking out a gold leaf. He had specifically exchanged for these for the transaction.

After all, carrying too much silver was inconvenient.

"I have a hundred gold leaves on me, totaling one hundred taels of gold. The official exchange rate is ten taels of silver to one tael of gold, which is equivalent to a thousand taels of pure silver. Just give me ten pounds of meat for now."

When Fang Xi finished speaking and took out the gold leaves, the 'mountain of flesh' opposite him seemed stunned.

A moment later, he burst into laughter: "Good. . . straightforward! I, Han Pang Zi, like straightforward people like you!"

As he spoke, he grabbed another piece of demon meat and tossed it down, weighing a good five or six pounds.

"This piece, added to the previous one, is definitely more than ten pounds. The extra is on me. . . " Han Pang Zi chuckled: "Life is short, and only eating meat is the supreme joy. . . But remember, don't eat too much and burst yourself, hahaha. . ."

Han Pang Zi laughed continuously, even making the wooden hut tremble.

Fang Xi clasped his fists, wrapped the ten pounds of meat in cloth, slung it over his back, and bid farewell.

Having acquired what he wanted, he chose not to linger in the black market but left directly.

The way back, naturally, was by boat first, then disembarking at the Moon Bridge.

As Fang Xi navigated a winding path into an alley, he suddenly sighed: "Your Excellency has been following me for so long, what exactly do you want?"

At the end of the alley, a black-clad figure had appeared at some unknown point.

He sneered and replied: "Good kid, your kung fu isn't bad. . . You were able to get so much meat from Han Pang Zi, clearly your financial standing is impressive. Hand it over to this old man!"

As the man spoke, he was still standing at the end of the alley, but as the last word fell, he was already before Fang Xi, launching a fierce punch that rolled forward like a boulder.

"Rolling Stone Fist? !"

Fang Xi smiled faintly. This person was also using a martial arts hall technique; he had seen practitioners from the Rocky Martial Arts Hall use it when he was learning martial arts.

Now, he faced it without the slightest panic, his palm slightly turning over, its center becoming pitch black, and he struck it out with the flow.

Bang!

Fists and palms met, and two surging forces of Blood-Qi collided, producing a dull thud.

The black-clad man grunted, retreated several steps, and exclaimed in a low voice: "Blood-Qi Transformation? How is that possible? !"

He had long heard of the young masters in the city!

This time, he chose to attack precisely because the other party's voice didn't sound old!

He never expected to run into a tough opponent!

"You're also a master of Blood-Qi Transformation, and from the Rocky Martial Arts Hall!"

Fang Xi nodded, then shook his head: "Why seek death?"

"Hmph! Although the White Cloud Palm is vicious, it may not be able to defeat me. " The black-clad man shouted, his fists striking like thunder, his aura extremely menacing.

While the name 'Rolling Stone Fist' wasn't pleasant, its punches were truly as the name suggested. Once it gained momentum and chained attacks, it could accumulate power, snowballing into a world-shattering strike.

The longer it lasted, the greater its power!

Fang Xi was about to focus his mind to respond, but his lips suddenly twitched.

He saw the black-clad man shout, then turn and run. . . run away. . .

"Damn it, why would I, a guy who's eaten too much, risk my life fighting a martial artist who's also at Blood-Qi Transformation?"

The black-clad man turned and ran, feeling utterly dejected.

Looking closely at his fists, black marks were already left, clearly indicating that the poisoned palm was not without harm to him.

"A master from the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall, I'll remember this grudge. . ."

Just as he was about to utter more threats, his vision suddenly blurred, and he saw Fang Xi!

With the speed enhanced by Red Snake Leg, Fang Xi's swiftness was indeed remarkable!

Seeing this, a feeling of despair welled up in the black-clad man's heart: "You. . . you really mean to wipe me out completely?"

"Not at all, not at all. . ."

Fang Xi smiled faintly: "You're a master of Blood-Qi Transformation, aren't you? I just want you to be a subject for an experiment. . ."

With that, Fang Xi focused his mind and murmured to himself.

A spell chant was recited quickly, and his inner magical power circulated, gathering in his right fingers.

Then, he lightly raised his hand, and several streams of sword qi surged forth.

The Green Bamboo Mountain Spirit Farmer's weed-clearing spell—Geng Metal Grass Reaper Sword!

The black-clad man was still bewildered when several horrifying wounds suddenly appeared on his body, spurting blood outwards!

"This. . . what kind of martial art is this?"

He knelt on the ground, his face beneath the mask filled with disbelief.

"Innate Formless Sword Qi!"

Fang Xi stood with his hands clasped behind his back, exuding the demeanor of an expert.

At the same time, he mentally recorded the details of this experiment.

"A small spell from the early Qi Refinement stage still possesses considerable destructive power against a martial artist at Blood-Qi Transformation. . ."

"I. . . " The black-clad man wanted to curse, but he couldn't catch his breath.

Is this martial arts? !

Even those martial arts hall masters, no! Even the great masters of Yuan He Mountain, might not be able to achieve something as outlandish as attacking with energy detached from the body!

Alas, before he could curse it out, a green sword shadow flashed.

The black-clad man's headless corpse collapsed, blood quickly pooling around him.

"Using a low-grade artifact makes it even easier, like cutting melons and chopping vegetables. . ."

Fang Xi sighed, raising his hand to retract the 'Green Reaping Sword', feeling somewhat dissatisfied: "Next time. . . I'll try testing the sword on a martial arts hall master."

Chapter 13: Pill Cauldron (Please collect)

South Barrens Cultivation World.

Green Bamboo Mountain.

In a secret underground chamber within the shack area.

The interior of the secret chamber branched out in all directions, seemingly with hidden passages leading to the outside world as well.

Fang Xi's figure quietly appeared, his expression slightly invigorated as he gazed at the packet of demonic beast meat beside him: "Indeed. . . if artifacts from this side can be taken over, then materials from that side can also be brought back, as long as I can carry them. . ."

The idea of cross-realm trade was still quite feasible.

"In the early stages, with small quantities, I can just carry it. Later on, it'll just be a matter of a storage bag. . . Alright, Fang Xi, you're getting ahead of yourself. Even the smallest storage bag on the market costs twenty low-grade Spirit Stones!"

As for the body of the martial artist bandit, Fang Xi searched him thoroughly, but alas. . . he was practically a pauper.

He only carried a hundred or so taels of silver, like a beggar, and didn't even have a martial arts manual. How dare he go out robbing looking like that!

"Wait, if he really had money, why would he go out robbing?"

Fang Xi grumbled to himself, while also checking his own financial situation.

His cultivation was still at the third level of Qi Refinement, and he was currently solidifying his foundation.

This low-grade wood-aligned spiritual root indeed made cultivation somewhat arduous.

Beyond that, the most valuable item among his possessions was the low-grade artifact—the Green Reaping Sword.

Beneath the Green Reaping Sword was a manual for the 'Eternal Spring Art', which could be cultivated all the way to the tenth level of Qi Refinement Grand Completion. This was a common item in the market; after Foundation Establishment, one would have to seek out another cultivation method.

"There are also 22 Spirit Crystals, 60 jin of spirit bamboo rice, 1 mid-grade 'Little Thunder Talisman', 1 low-grade 'Goldlight Cover Talisman', 2 'Ice Talismans', 5 'Body Protection Talismans', and several other utility talismans such as 'Dust Removal Talismans', 'Fire Repelling Talismans', 'Water Repelling Talismans'. . ."

"I feel like even a bandit cultivator would weep if they came for me. . ."

Fang Xi let out a long breath, gazing at the demonic beast meat, muttering: "Perhaps, I should sell it. . . No, I can't risk it until I reach mid-stage Qi Refinement!"

He had inquired at the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall, and the demonic beast meat Han Pang Zi sold was called—'Taisui meat', which had this pale appearance and wasn't fishy to eat.

Moreover, it had the effect of invigorating blood and qi, so much so that Mu Piao Miao didn't dare to eat it during her 'special days'. . .

Although he already knew the specifics, Fang Xi still wasn't prepared to immediately consume the demonic beast meat.

"Cultivators often cook demonic beast meat to replenish spiritual energy, and for body cultivators, it's an unparalleled spiritual panacea. Naturally, there's a set of methods for identification. . ."

Fang Xi looked at the Taisui meat, pondered for a moment, and cast a spell seal.

Buzz!

A halo of light appeared above the Taisui meat, its color constantly shifting, finally settling on a dark green hue.

"Mostly harmless, but it might still cause some bodily harm. . ."

Fang Xi nodded slightly.

"Cultivators have many ways to identify poisons and even to treat them. . . To be safe, I should prepare an antidote pill and another Rejuvenation Talisman."

Thinking of the talismans, Fang Xi immediately decided to seek out his new neighbor, Chen Ping, for a solution.

This new Spirit Farmer seemed to have some skill in drawing talismans, which made him worth befriending.

Moreover, this could also expand the original owner's network.

The original Fang Xi had been solely dedicated to his cultivation, having no friends apart from his neighbors and no access to any circles.

But now, Fang Xi had decided to slightly expand his connections, which would also lay the groundwork for selling demonic beast meat and acquiring rare resources in the future.

No sooner said than done!

Early the next morning, Fang Xi waited by his door, and when Chen Ping emerged, he called out: "Fellow Daoist Chen. . . heading out?"

"Indeed."

Chen Ping looked just like any other Spirit Farmer, honest, meek, and timid. Hearing the question, he asked: "Fellow Daoist Fang. . . is something the matter?"

"Indeed. . . Fellow Daoist Chen, are you perhaps a Talisman Master? I'd like to purchase a Rejuvenation Talisman, I wonder. . ."

Fang Xi inquired tentatively.

Chen Ping's expression shifted slightly, then he gave a bitter smile and waved his hands repeatedly: "The Dao of Talismans is vast and profound; how dare I call myself a Talisman Master? I merely followed Talisman Master Zong's teachings for a few days; I'm still at the entry-level, finding even low-grade first-order talismans difficult to draw. . ."

The four arts of cultivators—pills, formations, talismans, and artifacts—each required immense effort.

Even if the Dao of Talismans was relatively simpler, it was still hard to master.

If drawing them was difficult, it meant the profit couldn't cover the cost, leading to losses.

“That's already quite good. Might Fellow Daoist happen to have a Rejuvenation Talisman? ”

Fang Xi added: "I'll purchase it at the market price."

"This. . . I do have one left."

At the mention of the average market price, Chen Ping immediately couldn't resist and pulled out a green talisman.

Taking this opportunity, the two exchanged a few more words before Chen Ping bid farewell and departed.

'Who knew, he's actually half an acquaintance, having studied with Talisman Master Zong for a few days? '

Watching Chen Ping's retreating back, Fang Xi suddenly thought of the husband-and-wife talisman stall owners, feeling how small the world truly was.

Of course, perhaps it was also because the Green Bamboo Mountain Market was inherently small, and there were only a few Talisman Masters there.

In any case, this venture had yielded decent results.

'I have the Rejuvenation Talisman now; all that's left is an antidote pill. . . '

Fang Xi muttered to himself as he entered the Green Bamboo Mountain Market.

Pill Cauldron Pavilion!

The six-story wooden building was intricately constructed, and a faint fragrance of herbs wafted from its eaves.

Fang Xi had always been cautious about pills, items that needed to be ingested.

Although pills at rogue cultivator stalls were cheaper, there was no guarantee they were entirely harmless.

Pill shops run by major powers, however, were much better.

The Pill Cauldron Pavilion had centuries of reputation and trustworthiness, and its backing force was even more powerful than the Situ Clan.

For them, maintaining their brand and reputation was the greatest profit, so the quality of their pills was still quite reliable.

Of course, it was only "reliable"; after acquiring them, he still had to inspect them carefully.

“Fellow Daoist, what kind of pill are you looking to purchase? ”

As Fang Xi was admiring the Pill Cauldron Pavilion, a young woman in a rice-green dress approached him: “This humble one is Zhuo Lu Ting. I know a thing or two about common pills. ”

She had peach-blossom cheeks and almond-shaped eyes, and her appearance was exceptionally good. She didn't even conceal her cultivation aura, allowing Fang Xi to immediately perceive that she was a mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivator.

'Damn, how impressive are the pills at Pill Cauldron Pavilion if even a saleswoman is at mid-stage Qi Refinement. . . '

'Alright, they really *are* impressive. '

Feeling a little sour, Fang Xi gave a wry smile: "I need an antidote pill."

“For antidotes, our pavilion offers the low-grade first-order 'Clear Spirit Pill', which is quite effective against various toxins. If you find its effects insufficient, we also have mid-grade first-order 'Detoxification Pills', and even superior-grade first-order 'Myriad Spirit Pills', though the price. . . ” Zhuo Lu Ting replied with a charming smile.

“I have a friend who accidentally consumed some unfamiliar demonic beast meat. . . ”

Fang Xi began his 'inventing a friend out of thin air' routine.

Zhuo Lu Ting considered for a moment: "Generally, demonic beasts do not poison their own blood or flesh. As long as a poisonous sac isn't accidentally ingested, the poisoning won't be too severe. The Clear Spirit Pill has remarkable efficacy in alleviating beast venom. Fellow Daoist can purchase one to try. If it doesn't work, you can invite your friend here and let our pavilion's alchemist take a look. . ."

"Alright then, how much does one Clear Spirit Pill cost?"

Fang Xi nodded.

“One low-grade Spirit Stone. ” Zhuo Lu Ting replied with a beaming smile.

'So expensive! '

'At the stalls outside, it would only cost seven or eight Spirit Crystals at most! '

Many thoughts churned in Fang Xi's mind, but he maintained a poker face as he handed over the Spirit Crystals and received a small jade bottle in return.

“Does Fellow Daoist have any other needs? ” Zhuo Lu Ting was in a good mood, having completed a transaction.

“Let me see. . . ”

Fang Xi strolled around the first floor of the Pill Cauldron Pavilion with his hands clasped behind his back.

Soon, he stopped before a counter.

On the wooden shelves of this counter, bottles of spirit wine were conspicuously displayed, some in jars, others sealed in bottles.

"This is spirit wine, primarily made from spirit rice, blended with various spirit herbs, and aged in cellars. . ."

Zhuo Lu Ting explained to Fang Xi: "Among us cultivators, many have a fondness for the contents of this cup. Not only that, many spirit wines have multiple effects. For instance, this 'Grain Abstinence Wine' can be consumed entirely as spirit food; a single sip can keep one from needing food or water for three days. . . And there's this 'Hundred Flower Brew', which not only tastes exquisite but also greatly aids female cultivators in their Qi Refinement. . . If your friend's poisoning is from snake venom, then this 'Hundred Snake Wine' has considerable detoxifying properties!"

"I see. . ."

Fang Xi maintained a placid expression, exuding the demeanor of a major figure.

In the cultivation world, besides the four arts of cultivation, there were other subsidiary professions.

For example, physicians who treated injuries, spirit chefs who prepared various spirit foods, as well as vintners, spirit vein masters, ore prospectors, and so on. . .

This minor art of winemaking could be considered a side path, or even a branch of alchemy.

Fang Xi glanced at the prices, then directly took his leave.

Even if he put all his assets together now, he might not be able to afford a single jar of spirit wine.

"As for winemaking recipes, there's no need to even think about it; they're definitely unaffordable. . ."

Fang Xi secretly regretted it. As a Spirit Farmer, winemaking would actually suit him quite well.

“Or. . . if Pill Cauldron Pavilion doesn't have it, I could try my luck by browsing the stalls? ”

With that thought, he began to wander among the various mobile stalls.

Ever since his transmigration, Fang Xi hadn't been immune to the influence of novels, coming to browse these street markets hoping for a fortuitous encounter.

The result, naturally, was self-evident.

Novels were all lies!

Forget finding heaven-defying opportunities; he hadn't even stumbled upon a minor bargain!

Not to mention himself, even in a year of observation, not a single rogue cultivator had found a bargain at these stalls.

Instead, he had seen many cultivators who felt ripped off, even those who had lost everything.

Several of them even tried to cause a ruckus in the market, only to be thrown out by the Situ Clan's enforcement team. . . The word "miserable" barely covered it!

Many thanks to the sect master 'Night of Cramps' for the reward. The extra chapter will be added after the novel goes on sale. My humble thanks!

Chapter 14: Eating Meat (Seeking Recommendations)

Within the market town.

Fang Xi browsed around, and while he found a few things that caught his eye, he was unfortunately too short on cash to do anything about them.

Especially a fragmented wine-brewing recipe, which made his eyes burn with desire.

“Never mind. . . I can try brewing wine myself anyway. . . I’ll just use spirit bamboo rice as the base material; at worst, I’ll brew a little less at a time. . . ”

“Brewed with spirit rice, it might not have other effects, but it should be decent enough for filling one’s belly and replenishing spiritual energy. . . ”

As Fang Xi was deep in thought, his steps unconsciously led him to the talisman stall.

This was Talisman Master Zong's usual stall; it was purely his body's instinct, hoping to find a hidden gem.

However, Talisman Master Zong was not present today; his Daoist Companion, 'Lu Zhi', was manning the stall instead.

And right by the stall, there happened to be another person.

“Oh? Isn't that Fellow Daoist Chen? ”

Fang Xi saw Chen Ping, smiled, and stepped forward to greet him.

“Fellow Daoist Fang. . . ”

Chen Ping’s smile was a little unnatural; after exchanging a few perfunctory words, he quickly left.

“What kind of talismans did Fellow Daoist Chen come to buy? Or was he looking for talisman paper, or spirit sand? ”

Fang Xi watched Chen Ping's retreating back, then thoughtfully inquired of Lu Zhi.

“Hmph, just a lecher. ”

Lu Zhi, with her ample figure and fiery personality—her cultivation having reached the sixth level of Qi Refinement—cursed, saying, “That rascal Chen, with his shifty eyes, when he shamelessly tried to learn talisman drawing from my old man, his gaze always loved to wander. . . ”

“Oh. . . ”

Fang Xi thoughtfully observed Lu Zhi, having to admit that she was indeed a great beauty.

Although she was slightly older, she possessed a mature charm.

‘I didn't expect Chen Ping to have a taste for this. ’

“What about you? If you want to buy talismans, say it quickly! Don't tease this old woman! ” Lu Zhi put her hands on her hips; if it weren't for Fang Xi being a regular customer, she would have started cursing.

“I’m leaving now, leaving now. ”

Fang Xi, an apologetic smile on his face, returned to the spirit farmer's settlement.

Next door, Chen Ping was pacing anxiously in his own courtyard. Seeing Fang Xi return, he immediately went up to him and nervously asked, “Fellow Daoist Fang. . . Did Fellow Daoist Lu say anything? ”

“Nothing, nothing. . . ”

Fang Xi shook his head.

Seeing Chen Ping let out a sigh of relief, Fang Xi suddenly asked thoughtfully, “Has Fellow Daoist Chen ever gone out for some fun? ”

“Uh. . . of course not. ”

Chen Ping’s face immediately flushed crimson, looking exactly like a pure young boy, which made Fang Xi chuckle inwardly.

As an elder, he couldn't help but offer a tip: “As far as I know, Fellow Daoist Hong in ‘Yi’ Character Room Three and Fairy Red Bee in ‘Bing’ Character Room Seventeen of this area are both quite warm and hospitable. . . ”

“Uh. . . I'm not into that. ” Chen Ping immediately waved his hands wildly, but his eyes began darting left and right.

“Haha. . . don't rush, don't rush, just listen first. ” Fang Xi knew that such young men found it hardest to resist the charm of mature women: “These two fellow Daoists, though slightly older in age, are both very understanding. . . ”

“Really? ” When Chen Ping heard the description “slightly older,” his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he looked at Fang Xi as if he had found a kindred spirit.

Seeing this, Fang Xi inwardly chuckled.

The ‘four unbreakable bonds’ of life, after all, are quite applicable even in the interpersonal relationships of the cultivation world.

...

After deepening his friendship with Chen Ping, Fang Xi returned to his room, went down to the basement, and stared blankly at the ten-odd pounds of Taisui meat.

Han Pang Zi was a generous person, having given him a little extra Taisui meat. Now, over ten pounds of meat, two large chunks sitting there, still looked quite imposing.

“Taisui meat, according to Mu Piao Miao, must be cooked before eating. Whether roasted or boiled, either is fine. . . ”

Fang Xi cut off a strip of meat, started a fire, and slowly roasted it.

As the flames roasted it, the pale white Taisui meat began to turn a slight golden-brown, emitting a unique aroma that made one's mouth water.

“So fragrant! I never imagined Da Liang would have such an ingredient? ”

Fang Xi's eyes lit up.

Glancing at the Spring Recovery Talisman and Clear Spirit Pill by his hand, his confidence surged, and he took a fierce bite out of the roasted meat strip.

“Mmm. . . ”

The roasted Taisui meat burst with sweet juices upon entering his mouth. The savory sweetness of the roast continuously stimulated his taste buds, and an indescribable umami flavor spread through his oral cavity, even prompting Fang Xi with an urge to shed tears.

He exhaled the hot air, and before he knew it, he had finished the Taisui meat in a few bites.

The next moment, Fang Xi's expression changed, and he clutched his stomach.

He could feel that the originally incredibly delicious Taisui meat, after entering his stomach, seemed to transform into fiery embers!

The scorching temperature abruptly exploded, flushing against his stomach lining again and again.

The hot currents spread uncontrollably, diffusing into his internal organs, his limbs, and his entire body. . .

Hot!

Though it was clearly early spring, large beads of sweat began to seep from Fang Xi's forehead.

His clothes were already drenched, oozing copious amounts of sweat.

And within his sweat, there seemed to be faint traces of crimson!

“Even the so-called ‘Body Tempering Great Medicine’ of mortal martial artists? It must only be to this extent, right? ”

Fang Xi's insides were churning like a furnace.

“Furthermore, the roasted Taisui meat has such an enticing aroma. One might lose control of their appetite and eat too much. . . And if one eats too much, they will die! ”

“No wonder Han Pang Zi, who sold the meat, worried I’d eat myself to death. . . If it were an ordinary martial artist who had just reached Blood-Qi Transformation, they really might lose control, be tempted to eat a few more bites, and then burst to death. . . ”

Fang Xi was not only a martial artist but also a cultivator.

He stood up, forcibly controlled his muscles with his spiritual sense, assumed a stance, and began cultivating the White Cloud Palm.

Slap! Slap!

His palms instantly turned dark, and with every strike, powerful palm winds rose within the secret chamber.

After less than half an hour, Fang Xi retracted his palms and ceased his practice.

He performed an internal inspection of his body and was immediately surprised and delighted: “My blood-qi actually increased so much all at once? Demonic monster meat truly is a supreme grand medicine for Body Cultivation! ”

After the pleasant surprise, a slight frown appeared: “This medicinal effect is still a bit too fierce. No wonder only Martial Arts Hall Masters dare to eat it regularly; martial artists who have just reached Blood-Qi Transformation only dare to eat a tiny bit when breaking through. . . ”

Through his spiritual sense from the cultivation world, Fang Xi even discovered that these violent blood-qi had caused minor damage throughout his body.

If left untreated, he wouldn't feel anything ordinarily, and it wouldn't even affect his continued martial arts practice.

But once accumulated to a certain extent, it would inevitably erupt violently. This was what was known as “deep-seated problems being hard to reverse. ”

“Fortunately, I can perform an internal inspection of my body. . . I can target the ailment directly and begin healing first. ”

This was the superiority of a cultivator.

Not only the current blood-qi damage, but even some old injuries and toxins accumulated from cultivating the poisonous palm earlier were all found by Fang Xi, then treated and detoxified one by one.

Therefore, his physical constitution far surpassed that of martial artists at the same level, and his condition was incredibly good, beyond imagination.

At this moment, after performing an internal inspection and realizing it was only a minor injury, Fang Xi immediately put away the Clear Spirit Pill and Spring Recovery Talisman.

After all, they cost spirit crystals to buy.

As for such ordinary injuries, he could silently circulate the Evergreen Art to heal himself, and it would take only a few days to completely recover.

The ‘Evergreen Art’ was a basic wood-attribute cultivation method. Although its progress and power were truly ordinary, it at least possessed the healing and health-preserving effects characteristic of wood-attribute cultivation methods.

Thinking this, Fang Xi no longer hesitated. He immediately sat cross-legged and silently circulated his cultivation method.

The ‘Evergreen Art’ was quite balanced and peaceful, and it had healing effects.

After one circulation cycle, he opened his mouth and spat out a small mouthful of black blood.

“Cough cough. . . ”

He took a little water to rinse his mouth, then wiped his mouth while performing an internal inspection, nodding to himself: “Two more times, and it should be almost completely healed. . . ”

“At this rate, I can completely eat Taisui meat once every three days. ”

“With the help of this item, my blood-qi accumulation will be rapid. I might even be able to attempt breaking through to the Martial Arts Hall Master realm next month! ”

If it were Mu Piao Miao, she would absolutely not dare to eat like this, otherwise, before even breaking through, her body would be severely injured and she would die from blood bursting.

“To complete one body tempering in a few months, not bad, not bad. ”

Fang Xi was still very satisfied with this progress.

From when he started practicing martial arts until now, it had only been half a winter's time. After spending another month, he would be able to break into the Martial Arts Hall Master realm.

Martial Arts Hall Masters in the Da Liang world, like Mu Cang Long, whose strength Fang Xi had witnessed, were roughly equivalent to a cultivator who had undergone one body tempering, or to the early stage of Qi Refinement.

“This speed is actually quite astonishing. . . If it were Qi Refinement, being able to break through one level in a few months would already be considered a rare genius, even in the early stages of Qi Refinement. ”

“And if a cultivator who has undergone one body tempering gets close, they are enough to pose a threat to a third-level Qi Refinement cultivator. ”

“Not to mention, after the Martial Arts Hall Master realm, there are even higher realms. ”

Fang Xi finally understood the benefits of Blood-Qi Martial Arts at this moment.

That was speed!

After all, it was a martial art used by mortals for competition and proving strength, so its progress was naturally far faster than cultivation methods!

“If I can break through to realms beyond Martial Arts Hall Master, perhaps I’ll be comparable to a body cultivator at the mid-stage of Qi Refinement. That would be a huge gain! ”

“More critically, it’s fast to achieve! ”

“If my body can rival a mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivator, then perhaps I can slightly loosen my restraints in Green Bamboo Mountain market town and sell some monster beast meat? ”

Fang Xi's eyes slightly gleamed.

The price of monster beast meat was even higher than spirit rice!

More importantly, acquiring monster beast meat in Da Liang didn't require spirit stones at all, only a little gold and silver. This was pure profit!

As long as he could maintain this, even the resources for his Foundation Establishment in the future could probably be easily accumulated!

Chapter 15: Night Feast (Please Collect)

In the Da Liang world.

At the Fang residence.

Inside a high-quality blue-and-white porcelain dish lay the Taisui meat, meticulously cooked by the chef.

The peculiar aroma grew increasingly potent, causing even Bai He, who stood serving nearby, to involuntarily gulp.

Bai He was considered an anomaly among the twelve main maidservants, neither possessing Yue Gui's gentle thoughtfulness nor the allure of the other maidens.

In comparison, her stature was too tall, and her features too sharply defined, which did not align with the typical aesthetics of Da Liang's scholar-officials.

When the maidservants were initially purchased, she was given as a bonus.

However, Fang Xi thought the girl was quite attractive, possessing a vibrant, heroic beauty. If she were to put on more masculine attire, she would resemble a captivatingly handsome young man.

At this moment, Fang Xi had specifically asked Bai He to change into a white martial attire, and at first glance, she looked like a white fox spirit transformed.

Fang Xi usually enjoyed teasing Bai He, as she had a somewhat strong-willed nature, and the process of subduing such a stubborn girl was quite amusing.

Today, however, he had no such inclination.

Fang Xi took a hearty bite of the Taisui meat, allowing the rich, succulent juices to burst forth in his mouth.

The next moment!

His skin flushed crimson, as if he had drunk too much wine.

Concurrently, the muscles in his thighs rippled, and the black-snake-like pattern on them rapidly expanded and grew larger. . .

In the next instant, Fang Xi moved like the wind, appearing and disappearing in a flash, weaving through the numerous plum blossom piles.

Bang! Bang!

Bai He felt as if she was watching a gigantic python slither about, her body trembling with fright.

With a series of explosive bangs, one wooden pile after another was shattered by Fang Xi's kicks, sending fine wood chips flying everywhere.

Only after a long while did Fang Xi halt his steps, gazing at his own legs.

The trousers below his thighs were already tattered beyond recognition, revealing his smooth skin and the snake pattern on it.

"The complete double-snake pattern, signifies that I had also reached the Blood-Qi Transformation Three-Change realm in my Red Snake Leg technique."

Fang Xi wasn't surprised by this.

After all, his White Cloud Palm had already broken through, and the Red Snake Leg was merely a natural extension.

"Young Master."

Bai He offered him a towel, her movements stiff.

But Fang Xi liked her heroic spirit, and chuckled, "This is the Red Snake Leg. How about it? Want to learn? I can teach you. . ."

With this girl's long legs, if she were to learn the boneless snake form as well. . . *hiss hiss*. . .

Fang Xi drew in half a breath of cold air.

After his daily teasing of the maidservant, he arrived at the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall.

Since his breakthrough to Blood-Qi Transformation Three-Change, the martial arts hall disciples regarded him with increased awe and respect.

As for Wu Ji?

That person rarely appeared at the martial arts hall anymore.

Beyond that, there were no vengeful actions to speak of; on the contrary, he had become much more low-key.

This actually made Fang Xi look at him in a new light, and at the same time, he felt that fools and brilliant people in this world were equally rare, while the vast majority were just ordinary, mediocre folk.

In the main hall.

"Master!"

Fang Xi clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.

Mu Cang Long sat in his grand armchair, holding his beloved purple clay teapot, and took a sip directly from the spout, his eyes narrowing in contentment. "Fang Xi, you've arrived. . . Oh, right, your breakthrough to Blood-Qi Transformation Three-Change is a grand event for our martial arts hall. By custom, it should be celebrated. How do you think we should go about it?"

"I think there's no need to hold one."

Fang Xi waved his hand, refusing.

It's just a Blood-Qi Transformation Three-Change; it's not as if I've cultivated True Force and reached the Martial Hall Master realm. What's there to celebrate?

Besides, holding a celebration is either for fame or for profit!

He didn't care for a shred of superficial fame, and as for profit? That was even more ludicrous. The gifts those martial arts halls would send wouldn't even amount to as much as a few random leaves he might pick up!

"Well. . . alright then."

Mu Cang Long was originally a little displeased. After all, if it were a true martial arts hall apprentice, then 'a master for a day is a father for life' – how could they disobey his words?

However. . . Fang Xi was different from other apprentices. He was already very wealthy!

The White Cloud Martial Arts Hall had also become much more financially comfortable recently because of him, making it awkward to even scold him. . .

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

Fang Xi bowed once more and exited the main hall.

His main purpose for coming today was to find an opportunity to imprint the White Cloud Palm Divine Intent Diagram.

Once he had the Divine Intent Diagram in hand, the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall would truly be of little use to him.

'This is the problem with third-rate martial arts. A slight breakthrough and you reach its limit. What should I do next? '

Fang Xi's eyes flickered slightly, and he thought of his next step: "Yuan He Mountain. . ."

...

"Junior Brother, actually, Father has been feeling stifled for too long."

When Fang Xi borrowed the Divine Intent Diagram, Mu Piao Miao offered an excuse for Mu Cang Long, saying: "Father supports the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall, and he's usually very hardworking. The disciples under him aren't particularly promising, so it's rare to have a Junior Brother like you. . ."

Speaking of which, Mu Piao Miao felt a touch of regret.

Junior Brother Fang Xi's talent in the White Cloud Palm was truly the greatest since the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall was founded.

However. . . the other party was too wealthy.

Sometimes, being too wealthy wasn't a good thing.

For instance, if Fang Xi had been a beggar or a commoner by birth, Mu Cang Long might even have adopted Fang Xi as his godson, nurturing him meticulously, so that in the future, he could be used to 'uphold the sect's reputation'!

What does 'upholding the reputation' mean? Naturally, it means sending him out to compete in arenas and exchange blows with other martial arts halls!

When the master grew old, his lineage disciples also had an obligation to fend off all sorts of challengers who came to 'kick down the hall's plaque'.

If Fang Xi could do this, Mu Cang Long might even marry Mu Piao Miao off to him.

However. . . Fang Xi was too wealthy!

How could he possibly fight to the death for a small martial arts hall?

"Master's painstaking efforts, I naturally understand. . ."

Fang Xi pondered for a moment, then seemed to reluctantly reply: "How about this, I can promise to act on behalf of the martial arts hall once in the future!"

"Really? " Mu Piao Miao's eyes lit up slightly.

"But I have a condition. . . " Seeing her reaction, Fang Xi immediately put forth his demand.

"What condition? " Mu Piao Miao saw the other party's gaze fixed intently on her, her cheeks couldn't help but flush slightly, and she thought to herself: 'If it's Junior Brother, it might not be impossible. . . '

A "I agree" was almost on the tip of her tongue.

Then Fang Xi's voice continued to sound in her ear: "I wish to comprehend the White Cloud Divine Intent Diagram alone. . . for one night!"

"Huh? " Mu Piao Miao's eyes widened, looking somewhat bewildered.

Fang Xi, meanwhile, seemed a little embarrassed as he explained: "Today, while comprehending the Divine Intent Diagram, I always felt unable to grasp its essence. Perhaps it's because when Junior Brother has someone by his side, he easily gets distracted. That's why I've made this unreasonable request."

"Just to borrow the Divine Intent Diagram. . . for one night?"

Mu Piao Miao didn't know what sensation filled her heart, but she was suddenly, extremely annoyed!

Such a good opportunity, and she had almost agreed. . .

"Naturally, if Senior Sister is uneasy, you can guard outside the door and then inspect it. " Fang Xi maintained the demeanor of a true gentleman.

But the next moment, Mu Piao Miao flung the White Cloud scroll into Fang Xi's arms: "Fine, I agree."

Then she turned and fled, as if a monster were chasing her.

"Heh heh. . ."

Fang Xi rubbed his nose.

He, of course, understood the thoughts of a young girl like Mu Piao Miao perfectly. Just now, he had deliberately created an awkward atmosphere, to make her too embarrassed to appear before him again.

Seizing this excellent opportunity, a blank jade slip appeared in his hand, and he began to copy. . .

A moment later, the White Cloud Divine Intent Diagram was in his possession!

Of the entire White Cloud Martial Arts Hall, only this much was still worth Fang Xi's attention.

...

Night fell.

At the Yuan He Mountain Black Stone City branch.

Several martial artists were feasting and drinking, occasionally discussing interesting local anecdotes and happenings in the city.

The cold and beautiful white-robed woman, Chunyu, gazed at the young Uncle-Master Linghu Yang, who sat at the head of the table, hesitating slightly, as if wanting to speak but holding back.

This Uncle-Master possessed extraordinary talent. When he was young, an elder from Yuan He Mountain recognized his potential, brought him to the mountain and accepted him as a direct disciple. From then on, his martial arts progress became unstoppable; at a young age, he broke through to a realm beyond that of a Martial Hall Master!

Precisely because he was solely devoted to martial arts and rarely interacted with others, he developed an arrogant and eccentric disposition. That elder then commanded him to enter the mortal world, to serve as the guardian of Black Stone City. This also carried the intention of tempering his mind and character through the mundane world.

However. . . it seemed that after these past few years, he was still the same as before, knowing nothing of human relations and social etiquette.

"Chunyu, why are you hesitating to speak?"

Linghu Yang's senses were exceptionally keen. After a single cup of wine, he became a little impatient, and casually asked.

Only then did Chunyu's crimson lips part slightly: "Uncle-Master. . . do you still remember Fang Xi?"

Linghu Yang paused, taken aback. "Who is this person?"

Chunyu immediately felt immense helplessness. But there was nothing to be done; even some of the branch's disciples, Uncle-Master Linghu Yang still couldn't quite recall their names.

She could only explain: "This person, several months ago, wished to join our Yuan He Mountain, but after being rejected, he went to the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall. In recent days, news has spread that he has been practicing the White Cloud Palm and has already entered the Blood-Qi Transformation Three-Change realm. . ."

"Is that so? It seems this person, while of ordinary talent, has rather good luck. " Linghu Yang toyed with his wine cup: "Perhaps his body is extremely compatible with the White Cloud Palm lineage. . . but that's as far as it goes. How can such a third-rate martial art compare to the secret transmissions of my Yuan He Mountain? This person will spend his entire life lingering among the Martial Hall Masters. . . Why do you even bring him up?"

Chunyu replied with a wry smile: "This junior niece merely feels a little regret. For this person to break through to Blood-Qi Transformation Three-Change, he must at least possess some talent. Perhaps this junior niece misjudged him that day."

"Misjudged then, misjudged now. . . How many brilliant talents are there in this world? Even if one is an unpolished gem, without someone to carve them, they will never become a useful vessel. Perhaps among the starved corpses lying by the roadside right now, there are geniuses with even higher aptitudes than mine. But so what?"

Linghu Yang waved his hand dismissively, a glimmer of wisdom flashing in his eyes: "Martial arts are profound and extensive; aptitude is merely the threshold. More important are the resources after entering the path, the guidance of elders, and one's own diligence!"

Among these, cultivation techniques are the most crucial!

Therefore, no matter what the outcome had been that day, Linghu Yang would have no regrets, because after cultivating a third-rate martial art, the other party's potential ceiling was already set.

"Uncle-Master's words are truly profound wisdom!"

A corpulent martial artist, upon hearing this, immediately slapped the table in admiration: "Let us toast with a full cup!"

Chunyu glanced over, recognizing him as the sect deacon, Jiao Wu Chang. This person was habitually flattering and fawning, but his martial arts were indeed not bad, and his clandestine methods were even more ruthless.

At this moment, she said no more. She was inherently of a cold and aloof nature, and tonight, she was merely feeling a slight bit of sentimentality. . .

Chapter 16: The Traitor Within (Please Recommend)

Again, it was the fifteenth.

The moonlight poured down like mercury.

Fang Xi, treading a leaf-like Wupeng boat, arrived at the Black Market within the river island.

Inside the wooden house.

Han Pang Zi was still as fat as a mountain. Hearing Fang Xi's request, he was immediately startled: "What? You want more? !"

He scrutinized Fang Xi from head to toe: "The ten catties of meat from last time were enough for an ordinary martial artist for half a year. Did you finish it all, or do you have another elder?"

"What? Do you also manage the whereabouts of things sold in your Black Market?"

Fang Xi smiled faintly and took out a gold leaf.

It wasn't that he couldn't use jade leaves, but that would directly expose his identity.

"Of course not. . ."

Han Pang Zi's mountain-like body shifted slightly. Seemingly with great effort, he turned sideways, tearing out a large chunk of Taisui meat from the pit beneath him: "How much do you want this time?"

"Another ten catties!"

Fang Xi's expression remained unchanged.

"Well, well. . . I see your strength and courage are both extraordinary. Would you be interested in taking on a private job? " Han Pang Zi tossed over ten catties of meat, and asked again.

"Oh? What kind of work? " Fang Xi asked casually.

"Outside the city, hunt demons! " Han Pang Zi revealed a ferocious smile: "Only martial apprentices at least Blood-Qi Transformation third change can participate. True Force martial artists would be even better. At that time, shares will be allocated according to contribution!"

"Hunting demon beasts?"

Regarding the demon race of this world, Fang Xi was indeed very interested, but after some thought, he decided to give it up.

His current strength was merely early Qi Refinement. Once he encountered danger, the loss would be too great.

"How come. . . this shop's demon meat isn't enough anymore? " Fang Xi retorted.

"No, no, it's just a rogue demon beast that has been repeatedly harassing merchant routes. . . In a few days, your martial arts hall might also receive an assistance mission. " Han Pang Zi shook his head repeatedly: "As for demon meat, our shop will absolutely never run out. . . Do you want to know why?"

As he spoke, a strange smile appeared on his face.

Combined with that mountain of flesh, it looked quite spine-chilling.

Anyone with too strong an imagination might start to vomit. . .

"I naturally know, because Taisui meat is different from other demon beast meat. As long as Taisui is buried deep underground and provided with nutrients, it will grow very quickly. . ."

Fang Xi nodded slightly.

This was also why this shop always had demon meat for sale.

Other shops, once their demon meat was sold out, would have to organize people to hunt demons, which was not only extremely dangerous but also resulted in an unstable supply.

"Tsk. . . Who told you that?"

The mischievous smile on Han Pang Zi's face disappeared. The mountain of flesh slumped back.

'Doesn't fungi grow quickly? Isn't that common knowledge? '

'You underestimate the methods of us cultivators too much. . . In my eyes, you're not much different from a mushroom farmer. '

Fang Xi grumbled inwardly, without answering, maintaining an unfathomable image as he walked out of the wooden house.

After browsing around the Black Market, he arrived at another shed.

Compared to the previous few places, this wooden house appeared much simpler. A white-haired old man sat behind the counter, seemingly reading a book.

He wore a faded blue robe, stiff from repeated washing, exuding a scholarly aura. However, combined with his age, he gave the impression of a failed scholar or an impoverished intellectual.

Seeing Fang Xi enter, a smile immediately appeared on his face: "Does the guest wish to buy information?"

Everything was sold in the Black Market, and this wooden house was renowned for selling intelligence.

"Indeed."

Fang Xi was currently wearing a bamboo hat and had changed his attire: "May I ask how information is sold here?"

The old man leisurely put down his book: "In our shop, every piece of information has a price, divided into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow. The price for each grade varies. If you purchase 'Heaven' grade intelligence, then naturally every single detail will be included. As for the silver, hehe. . ."

The next moment, he closed his mouth.

Because Fang Xi pulled out a stack of gold leaves: "Give me information on martial arts factions within a hundred li of this vicinity, as well as famous martial artists, and even profound martial arts. . . All of it must be 'Heaven' grade!"

"Of course."

The old man quickly stood up, his face full of wrinkles, almost splitting into a chrysanthemum-like smile: "Honored guest, please be seated. Would you care for some tea? Our shop recently acquired a few catties of excellent 'Sparrow's Tongue Tip' tea, which is quite famous even in Ding Province. . ."

As for the old man's change in attitude, Fang Xi found it quite reasonable.

Business is business!

No shame in that!

However, when the old man dragged out a heavy box from behind the house, filled to the brim with various books, Fang Xi's expression beneath his veil finally began to change dramatically.

'Fuck, I miscalculated. . . '

'I never expected the intelligence to be this detailed. . . '

...

Fang Manor.

He called for a few maidservants to massage his shoulders and legs. Only then did Fang Xi turn on the earthen air conditioner and leisurely flipped through the intelligence reports, one by one.

"Yuan He Mountain. . . founded over three hundred years ago by 'Yuan He Shang Ren'. It has one Sect Master, six Elders, and eight Guest Elders. . . The sect's ultimate technique is the 'Yuan He Five Thunder Hand'. . ."

"Yuan He Mountain's Black Stone City Branch, its overseer is 'Linghu Yang'. He once defeated the Boulder Martial Arts Hall Master within a few moves, and easily fended off the siege of several martial arts hall masters. . . "

"Chunyu. . . once defeated Red Snake Martial Arts Hall Master Lu She. . ."

"Jiao Wu Chang, his achievements are not prominent, he is sinister and cruel, fond of ambushes and encirclements. . ."

...

"The lone martial artist Zheng Tian Bao is skilled in the 'Flying Cloud Skill'. His record. . ."

"Golden Badge Constable Shangguan Yun has repeatedly apprehended notorious bandits; his strength is estimated to be above that of ordinary martial arts hall masters. . ."

...

Each piece of intelligence was quickly deciphered by Fang Xi, and he thus gained a general impression of the martial arts forces in the vicinity.

"From the looks of it, the strength of the martial arts hall world is indeed. . . quite weak."

After a long while, Fang Xi put down the book, feeling somewhat helpless.

However, this was also normal. True masters rarely opened martial arts halls.

But to be this weak was truly somewhat unexpected.

Counting it up, perhaps a single Yuan He Mountain Black Stone City Branch could probably annihilate all combined martial arts halls!

Those seemingly powerful martial arts hall masters, for sect martial artists, or even lone martial artists, were merely background scenery, or a part of their combat achievements to be brushed aside. . .

'Linghu Yang. . . perhaps he has already surpassed the realm of martial arts hall masters and entered a completely new level. He won't be easy to kill, so I'll temporarily abandon the plan targeting Yuan He Mountain. . . '

'Perhaps going to other martial arts halls to learn from their strengths and cover my weaknesses is also a path for Body Cultivation? '

'Before that, should I deal with the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall? Whether it's She Lei or Lu She, they must hold a grudge against me. . . '

Fang Xi finished his thoughts, put down an intelligence dossier, and was just about to instruct Bai He in some leg techniques.

A fragrant breeze passed by as Yue Gui gracefully approached. She bowed respectfully: "Young Master. . . Butler A Fu requests an audience!"

"A Fu? Let him in!"

Fang Xi nodded.

A moment later, the elderly butler A Fu, with his long beard, white hair, and rather immortal-like appearance, walked in. He bowed respectfully: "Master!"

"Rise. " Fang Xi waved his hand.

In the cultivation world, outward appearance was absolutely not a standard for measuring strength or weakness. There were plenty of cultivators who possessed such immortal-like appearances but were rotten on the inside.

This was even more true in Da Liang.

"Reporting, Master," A Fu bowed and said, "this old servant has been in the city recently and heard a piece of news that might be useful to you. . ."

"Useful to me? Speak! If it truly is, there will be great rewards. " Towards his subordinates, Fang Xi was still quite benevolent.

At the very least, he wouldn't be like the aristocratic families in the city who would occasionally send people to be buried in the mass grave.

Moreover, once a merit was established, the reward would certainly be substantial!

This led to high morale among the servants of Fang Manor.

"It's like this. . . there's an upcoming gathering in the city where all the invited guests are wealthy elites. It's said that during the banquet, some rare items for entertainment will be put up for sale. . . Aside from antiques, precious medicinal ingredients, and fine horses, there will also be martial arts secret manuals, and even demon materials! " A Fu said.

"Oh? " Fang Xi's eyes lit up: "When and where?"

"Five days from now, at the Myriad Treasure Pavilion! " A Fu replied: "If Master needs it, this old servant can acquire an invitation card."

"Excellent, excellent, a hefty reward!"

Fang Xi burst into laughter.

...

Night.

A profound silence settled over Fang Manor.

Fang Xi sat upright before his desk, looking at the various arrangements he had made within the room, his expression slightly uncertain.

Although he enjoyed luxury, he retained the cautious habits of a rogue cultivator. His most crucial bedroom was always accessible only to himself.

Even when frolicking with the maidservants, it was always in other rooms.

At this moment, he sighed: "There are traces of moved hairs in a few places. Someone secretly broke into my bedroom?"

In truth, Fang Xi was well aware that his servants, being purchased and not hereditary household members for generations, lacked loyalty and indoctrination.

Normally, a bit of embezzlement he could tolerate to a certain extent.

But this matter had already crossed the line!

"Who is it? Who bribed someone in my manor? Is this to uncover the secret of my disappearance for a few days, and the hiding place of my gold and silver?"

Fang Xi's expression turned completely cold.

As long as he knew about such a thing, and meticulously investigated servants who frequently left the manor and interacted with others, he would always find clues!

What's more, with a cultivator's methods, even if a traitor wanted to hide, they wouldn't be able to!

"I hope it's not those few people. . ."

Fang Xi murmured, and suddenly sighed.

In this world, there were always many troubles. That was why some cultivators became ruthless and emotionless, abandoning all love and affection in their lives, seeking only the Grand Dao.

He was slightly better, but he was also a. . . cold and unfeeling person!

Chapter 17: Demonic Plague (Seeking Collections)

Several days later, night fell.

At the back gate of Fang Xi's residence.

A patch of dark clouds appeared from nowhere, obscuring the moonlight.

In the gloom, the back gate slowly opened, and a figure slipped out.

The figure glanced left and right, and after confirming no one was watching, immediately hunched over, moving along the alley's edge and around the corner. Suddenly, with a flash, they darted into a civilian house.

"Heh heh. . . A Fu, you're finally here!"

Inside the room, an oil lamp glowed. A tall, masked strongman was sneering at A Fu, the butler.

"This old man has done everything you asked. Where is this old man's grandson?"

A Fu's expression was stiff.

If his beloved grandson hadn't been taken hostage, he would never have betrayed his master.

"Hmph, have you found out where that man went during the time he disappeared? And where are his gold and silver hidden?"

The masked man asked.

"How would I know? That man has always been cautious. " A Fu sighed. "I entered his room several times, but found nothing. . . Quickly, return my grandson to me. This old man wants to flee far away!"

Although he didn't know Fang Xi's origins, seeing how particular Fang Xi was about his belongings and how refined his diet was, he knew the man's background was certainly not simple. Perhaps he was the young master of some wealthy aristocratic family!

Having betrayed such a master, the old butler only thought of escaping with his life!

"Our previous agreement was that you must uncover useful information."

The masked man cursed, "You're utterly useless! No wonder you almost starved to death back then!"

"Indeed. . . I also didn't expect that when you and your grandson, A Fu, were almost starving to death by the roadside, it was I who saved you, and yet you betrayed me."

At that moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the window.

"What?"

Both the old butler and the masked man looked out the window in shock.

Bang!

The door suddenly swung open, and Fang Xi strolled in nonchalantly.

"Die!"

The next instant, the masked man leaped high into the air, his calf striking downwards like a massive axe cleaving a mountain!

He reacted swiftly; upon discovering someone, he immediately chose to attack!

"Indeed, it's the Red Snake Leg!"

Fang Xi laughed heartily and unleashed a palm strike.

His palm strike, though launched later, arrived first, like a solid wall, intercepting the masked man's downward kick.

Bang!

Amidst the clash of palm and leg shadows, the masked man directly smashed through a window, his entire body flying backward and out.

"What a White Cloud Palm!"

A hoarse voice drifted over. Fang Xi pursued to the window, only to see the figure rapidly retreating, vanishing around the street corner in the blink of an eye.

Fang Xi didn't give chase. He turned around, gazing at the old butler, whose face shifted between red and green.

"Master, this old servant has wronged you!"

The old butler suddenly knelt on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face. "It's all that damned masked man's fault! He kidnapped this old servant's grandson and forced this old servant to do his bidding. . ."

"A Fu, of course I know that you were doing a perfectly fine job as the head butler. If you hadn't been threatened, why would you betray me?"

Fang Xi said, "However, betrayal is betrayal. One act of disloyalty means you're never trusted again. Go well on your way!"

"What?"

A Fu abruptly lifted his head, his expression filled with terror.

He could never have imagined that the master, who was usually smiling and easy to talk to, would have such a ruthless side!

However, he had no time to say anything more, because a dark, inky palm had quietly pressed down on his head.

A layer of black qi enveloped A Fu's face. He writhed on the ground a few times, then became a corpse. . .

"You betrayed me for your grandson; I can understand that, but it doesn't mean I have to forgive you. . . I'm only responsible for sending you to the underworld; forgiving you is a matter for the King of Hell."

Fang Xi withdrew his palm, turned, and left.

In fact, Fang Xi had another reason to kill A Fu.

After betraying him, A Fu, merely by listening to a few words from the masked man, had demoted his address from 'Master' to 'that man. ' From this, it was clear that even when forced into rebellion, A Fu's heart might not have been entirely free of resentment!

'Judging from his ability to handle affairs, he might have come from a family of scholars. Becoming my butler was indeed a humiliation for him. . . '

'Scholars are often arrogant, how could they willingly be servants? Because they overthink things, they easily weigh pros and cons. Indeed, those who are faithless are often scholars! How true this saying is! '

Fang Xi walked back to his residence, forgetting the old butler in an instant.

As for the grandson, he left him to fend for himself. Such an insignificant ant wouldn't cause a ripple in his heart.

...

The next day.

Yue Gui and the other maidservants stood in a row, each keeping her eyes on her nose and nose on her heart, not daring to make the slightest movement.

A few timid ones had trembling calves.

Because today, Fang Xi had called for a human trafficker and sold off several maidservants and servants who had been close to A Fu.

"Master, spare my life! Please spare me, Master!"

A maidservant cried out to heaven and earth, but Fang Xi's expression remained utterly still, merely stirring the tea in his cup.

Maidservants and servants possessed no personal freedom. Once sold again, their next master might not be as benevolent as he was, and they might even be directly sold into the lowest-tier brothels!

It was a terrible sight, and even Bai He, standing nearby, felt a pang of pity, but she dared not say a single word.

For she knew very well that if she dared to utter one more word, Fang Xi would sell her off as well.

"Thank you, Master Fang, here are the proceeds from the sales."

The human trafficker looked at Fang Xi, grinning so wide his teeth were barely visible. This was truly a big client.

He respectfully presented a pouch of silver.

"Never mind. Consider this silver a tip for your tea."

Fang Xi stood up and looked at Yue Gui. "From now on, the butler of this residence will no longer be A Fu, but you. Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

The entire group of maidservants and servants immediately bowed.

...

After settling matters at the residence, Fang Xi changed into casual clothes and gracefully stepped out of his home.

Although last night's masked man was a master of Blood-Qi Transformation, if Fang Xi had revealed his trump cards, he could have easily captured him.

The reason he hadn't acted was merely to cast a long line to catch a big fish.

Moreover, how could mortals guard against the methods of a cultivator? This was the advantage of a 'dimensional strike. '

"Their current tracking methods would likely involve assuming I've used some scented powder, or employed animals and people to monitor and follow me all the way. . ."

"After that masked man escaped, he'll likely destroy all his clothes, and might even try to shed a layer of skin. . ."

Fang Xi wandered through the streets, then suddenly turned into a corner and pulled out a jade bottle from his bosom.

After uncorking the bottle, a snow-white jade bee flew out.

This was a 'Spirit-Seeking Bee,' naturally extremely sensitive to spiritual energy. Spirit Farmers typically used them to locate spiritual energy nodes within fields or to pollinate spirit flowers.

And last night, when Fang Xi had exchanged blows with the masked man, he had secretly imbued a trace of his spiritual power into him.

Spiritual power, in other words, is refined spiritual energy.

"Go!"

Fang Xi formed a hand seal with both hands and pointed at the Spirit-Seeking Bee!

Buzz buzz!

The snow-white bee flew up, circled him three times, then gently drifted onto the main street.

Fang Xi immediately followed close behind.

He bypassed numerous people one by one, and after crossing several streets, the Spirit-Seeking Bee stopped by a courtyard wall.

Fang Xi went to the front gate and looked up.

The four large characters, 'Red Snake Martial Arts Hall,' prominently entered his view.

"Could it really be someone from the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall?"

Fang Xi murmured, stroking his chin, "It's not impossible. . ."

However, after a moment, the Spirit-Seeking Bee circled once, then suddenly flew in another direction.

Fang Xi inwardly thought, 'Aha, this is interesting,' and continued to follow.

After many twists and turns, he arrived at the edge of a large, jade-like lake.

Within the lake, there seemed to have been some lotus flowers, but the season had passed, and the blossoms were gone, leaving only dried, shriveled lotus pods.

He didn't need to ask for directions here; Fang Xi was very familiar with the place himself.

"Yuan He Mountain?"

After confirming again, Fang Xi retrieved the Spirit-Seeking Bee and pursed his lips. "I didn't expect. . . I hadn't even decided to provoke you, and yet you've come to provoke me?"

"And you even tried to frame the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall. . ."

If Fang Xi had followed the trail last night, he would most likely have gone directly to the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall.

And both Lu She and She Lei held grudges against him, so any normal person would naturally assume it was them launching another attack!

They would never have thought it had anything to do with Yuan He Mountain!

"This scheme is quite venomous. It probably can't be separated from Jiao Wu Chang."

Recalling the evaluation in the intelligence reports, Fang Xi immediately locked onto his target.

No matter how cunning or resourceful his opponent was, it would be futile in the face of absolute strength!

Fang Xi arrived at the main gate of Yuan He Mountain, found a tea stall, and sat down, slowly contemplating his future actions.

'Wait a little longer. With the newly purchased Taisui meat, I'll definitely be able to break through to the True Vigor realm, and then I'll have more confidence. . . '

Just as Fang Xi was about to leave.

Rumble!

The main gate of the Yuan He Mountain branch swung open, and a large group of people marched out grandly, riding fine horses, heading towards the city outskirts.

Among the contingent, the young martial artist leading the way, full of heroic vigor, and the graceful woman slightly two horse-lengths behind him, both left a deep impression.

"Isn't that Guardian Linghu and Deacon Chunyu?"

At the tea stall, several people clearly recognized the two, letting out exclamations of surprise: "To think they both left the city at the same time! Could it be for that monster ravaging the trade route?"

Hearing this, Fang Xi's expression subtly tightened.

"Indeed. . . Things have been getting more and more restless outside lately. Sigh, my sister, who married into a village, now regrets it and wants to sell her land and buy a house in the city!"

A peddler dressed in coarse cloth chuckled bitterly, "Some time ago it was the Three Peaks Ridge, then the Changshui River, and now it's the trade route. . . Haven't these monsters been appearing a little too frequently lately?"

"It's all thanks to the martial artist sirs!"

The tea stall owner clearly held a favorable impression of Yuan He Mountain. "With Sir Linghu taking action this time, wouldn't a mere monster be easily captured?"

"Precisely, precisely. . ."

The group nodded repeatedly, then continued to drink their tea.

"Waiter, check please!"

Fang Xi tossed down a piece of broken silver, having no intention of joining the excitement.

Instead, he thought of the monster-hunting business Han Pang Zi from the black market had introduced to him.

'Perhaps these two matters are one and the same! '

'But these monsters have been appearing far too frequently. Something's amiss. . . '

Fang Xi's expression showed a flicker of worry, then he reverted to looking unconcerned.

After all, when the sky falls, the tall ones bear the brunt!

And if he encountered danger, he could simply flee to the South Barrens Cultivation World; it wouldn't be a major issue.

Chapter 18: Summer Bamboo Shoots and Brewing (Seeking Recommendations)

Outside Black Stone City.

Near the trade route.

From within the void, the sound of thunder suddenly erupted!

Bang!

A massive black wolf, twice a man's height and with two heads, crashed heavily to the ground.

Linghu Yang landed lightly, his two thick, large hands instantly restoring to their jade-white appearance.

"Uncle-Master Linghu's Five Thunder Hand has become even more profound," Chunyu congratulated softly. "To think it killed this demonic wolf in a single strike!"

"If Uncle-Master Linghu continues, he is sure to become an elder of our Yuan He Mountain. Even the Sect Master position holds great promise for him. . . " Jiao Wu Chang said, his face wreathed in smiles.

"It's merely a low-grade minor demon among the aberrant demons. . . nothing to speak of," Linghu Yang waved his hand, his expression indifferent, as if this was no cause for pride. "You all clean this up. I'll head back first. . . Lately, demons have been appearing frequently outside the city. There might be some hidden reasons. I need to write to the sect to inquire."

Chunyu and Jiao Wu Chang exchanged a glance, a slight chill running down their spines.

These aberrant demons, originally from deep within the mountains and old forests, suddenly rushed out of their territory. Perhaps. . . there were even stronger aberrant demons, or even. . . demons, emerging within their territory!

But seeing the assisting martial arts hall masters nearby, the two exchanged another look and did not speak.

After Linghu Yang left, Jiao Wu Chang looked at the reeking demonic wolf corpse and waved his hand in disgust below his nose. "You. . . properly process this demonic wolf and send it to Yuan He Mountain, understand?"

"Understood!"

"At once!"

The several martial arts hall masters exchanged glances. Though somewhat humiliated, they still agreed.

This time's demon cleanup was led by the government, which issued the order, with Linghu Yang of Yuan He Mountain as the main force.

These martial arts hall masters, usually so imposing within the city, now found their martial arts strength inferior to others. They were truly relegated to mere assistants, ordered about at others' whim.

Fortunately, processing a demon beast, while a bit dirty and tiring, wasn't dangerous, and they could even take a bit of the scraps as a benefit.

"Brother Feng, let's get to work! " A martial arts hall master in black robes spoke, watching the Yuan He Mountain contingent gradually depart.

"Hm, this beast is quite heavy. I reckon we can at least get several thousand catties of good meat from it. " Brother Feng smiled, secretly calculating how many catties of demon beast meat he could embezzle and how much silver he could sell it for.

This demon beast's hide, fur, blood, and flesh were incredibly tough. Even an ordinary Blood-Qi Transformation martial artist might not be able to break through it; only martial arts hall masters had some use.

At this moment, they each stepped forward, skinning and dismembering, busily working with great delight.

"Alas. . . Yuan He Mountain truly is Yuan He Mountain. Look at this Five Thunder Palm, its force is as fierce as heavenly punishment. . . " Brother Feng was peeling off a piece of wolf meat along the wound, murmuring something, when he suddenly shrieked, "Oh no!"

"Hm? " The other martial arts hall masters were startled and quickly retreated several steps, adopting their martial stances.

"There's. . . something. . . moving! " Brother Feng stammered, his back to the others.

Meanwhile, a bizarre scene was unfolding on the wolf corpse lying on the ground.

One black, vine-like tendril after another drilled in and out of the demonic wolf's corpse, seemingly replacing its blood vessels and bones, re-supporting the flesh.

Snap, crunch. . .

Teeth-grating sounds continuously echoed, as the vines gnawed at the demon wolf's bones, slowly replacing them. . .

"Howl!"

In the blink of an eye, the demonic wolf, which had been dead, shakily stood up again. Blood still dripped from its wounds, but it let out a roar, its lifeless, pale eyes staring blankly at everyone present!

"Gurgle. . ."

A martial arts hall master's face turned pale. "Brother Feng, this. . . what do we do?"

"How. . . should. . . I know?"

Brother Feng turned around, and from his mouth, nostrils, and ears. . . tiny rootlets emerged.

They looked just like the roots of some plant!

Without a doubt, he too had fallen victim.

"Oh no, Brother Feng too. . ."

"Wicked creature, take my Rushing Thunder Hand!"

Various enraged shouts erupted in succession, only to transform into screams.

Finally, all sounds vanished without a trace, leaving only tiny gnawing noises that continued to echo.

Then, one after another, incomplete human bodies shakily stood up, lining up beside the wolf corpse. They gazed in the direction of Black Stone City, a stiff smile stretching across their ashen faces. . .

...

Fang Xi was unaware of the events unfolding outside Black Stone City. He had already returned to the South Barrens Cultivation World.

Whether for cultivating martial arts or the Longevity Art, the environment of the South Barrens Cultivation World was superior.

Arriving in his own courtyard, Fang Xi saw Chen Ping, who had just returned from outside.

Hm, the other party's steps were light and unsteady; his figure inexplicably reminded Fang Xi of Old Mai Tou.

"Fellow Daoist Chen," he greeted first.

"Fellow Daoist Fang," Chen Ping returned the gift, a look of contentment on his face, mixed with a touch of gratitude. "That Crimson Bee Fairy truly is very understanding. . . I must thank Fellow Daoist for telling me last time."

"Not at all, not at all. " Fang Xi exchanged a few polite words, and after discussing their respective insights, he immediately felt their relationship had grown much closer.

"I've long wanted to forge more friendships with fellow Daoists, but alas, I've always been reclusive and couldn't bring myself to do it. . . " Fang Xi finally voiced his own troubles.

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping immediately burst into laughter. "I have quite a few acquaintances among fellow Daoists in the market. When the time comes, I'll introduce them to Fellow Daoist, and we can all go together. . ."

Watching the man's retreating back as he returned to his house, Fang Xi nodded, then shook his head.

In truth, if Chen Ping could transfer his infatuation with Fellow Daoist Lu Zhi to that Crimson Bee Fairy, it might actually be a good thing. . . probably?

After all, it's a case of one willing to give, and one willing to receive, isn't it? It just costs a bit of Spirit Stones.

...

Spring departed, summer arrived.

As summer's thunderbolts began to boom, Fang Xi, clad in a straw rain cape, arrived at the verdant Green Bamboo Grove.

"Spring Wind Transforming Rain, Myriad Things Sprout, Haste! " Within the bamboo grove, Fang Xi's expression was solemn as he formed hand seals.

As the spiritual power within his body rapidly dissipated, a hand seal also emerged in his palm, gradually becoming clear, then flying up into the air.

One cloud of mist after another appeared out of thin air, enveloping this small patch of land, and then rain began to fall in fine threads.

Fine and wispy, like a dream, like mist.

Spring Wind Transforming Rain Art!

This art not only summons rain but also infuses the rainwater with faint spiritual energy, effectively promoting the growth of spirit bamboo!

Rustle!

The spirit-infused raindrops fell upon the earth, quickly penetrating the soil and seeping into the roots of the spirit bamboo.

Beneath the earth, a tenacious life force broke through the soil, and tiny bamboo shoots barely revealed their pointed tips.

"Spring arrives, summer comes, myriad things sprout forth, it's truly marvelous. . . " Fang Xi spread his hands, even lifting his head, allowing the spirit-infused rain to strike his straw cape and sprinkle onto his face, a look of contentment upon him.

At this moment, it was time for the summer planting of spirit bamboo rice.

As a Spirit Farmer, every so often, one had to come and perform the 'Spring Wind Transforming Rain Art' to provide nourishment for the spirit bamboo shoots.

This was intimately linked to the next year's harvest, and no Spirit Farmer dared to be negligent.

Including Chen Ping!

Although very reluctant, according to what he said, he had recently reduced the number of times he met with the Crimson Bee Fairy.

There was no other way; his talisman-drawing skill wasn't yet enough to support his cultivation, and for now, he still had to rely on cultivating spirit fields to make a living.

"My Qi Refinement third-level cultivation is still too low. " After performing one spell, feeling half of his spiritual power consumed, Fang Xi's expression was very displeased.

The high consumption of the Spring Wind Transforming Rain Art was one aspect. The other was that his cultivation was too low, and his cultivation method's tier was also too low.

This resulted in a situation where he simply couldn't cast many spells.

"What a pity. . . changing cultivation methods is truly too fantastical a notion. I can't even gather a single Spirit Stone right now. . . " Fang Xi, back in his shed, couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He went to the cellar, where in one corner, several wine jars had already been piled up.

This was the primary reason for his recent Spirit Stone consumption.

After visiting the Pill Cauldron Pavilion earlier, Fang Xi had conceived the idea of brewing spirit wine himself.

Spirit bamboo rice was readily available, and by chance, he had acquired a small bottle of spirit wine yeast from a vendor at a market stall.

Though he had no recipe, he simply began experimenting with brewing.

Of course, Fang Xi wasn't foolishly bold; he controlled variables for each jar, creating several reference groups.

Furthermore, very little spirit rice was used in each jar, so even if he failed, the loss wouldn't be too great.

This way, by next year, a more suitable spirit wine recipe might be discovered through trial and error.

'One portion of wine yeast alone cost me a Spirit Stone. '

Fang Xi looked at the wine jars, then solemnly buried them again.

This was an important harvest for next year; if he accidentally knocked over a jar, his heart would ache terribly.

He picked up the last jar of wine, scrutinized it, then wrote a flowing inscription on its sealed surface: "Spirit Bamboo Rice Wine, made with two catties of spirit rice, one tael of wine yeast, early spring snow water. . . buried deep with summer thunder, awaiting next year's spring dawn. . ."

Burying the last jar of wine underground, Fang Xi let out a long breath.

After finishing these chores, he once again began to consume Taisui meat, then practiced the White Cloud Palm and Red Snake Leg.

During these days, relying on Taisui meat, spirit bamboo rice, and the spiritual energy environment of the cultivation world, his accumulation in blood-qi had advanced by leaps and bounds, long since leaving Mu Piao Miao far behind.

By now, hearing the summer thunder, he faintly felt signs of a breakthrough!

'There are too many experts in the cultivation world. What if a Foundation Establishment cultivator just happened to pass by and their Divine Consciousness swept over me during my breakthrough? That wouldn't be easy to explain. . . '

'I wonder how significant the commotion will be when I break through to the Martial Arts Hall Master realm, but safety comes first. '

With a thought from Fang Xi, the surrounding world instantly shifted.

When he looked again, he was already in the Da Liang world, in the Fang residence!

Chapter 19: Breakthrough to True Force (Please favorite)

"In the Blood-Qi Martial Arts of Da Liang, before the three transformations of blood-qi, one primarily strengthens their own blood-qi, and can be called a Martial Apprentice. . ."

"Once one reaches the peak of the three transformations of blood-qi, they can comprehend a 'Divine Intent Diagram', integrate True Force, and step into the realm of a True Force martial artist!"

"This is also the limit for the vast majority of martial arts hall masters!"

In the backyard of the Fang residence.

Fang Xi seized that hard-won sliver of breakthrough inspiration. The blood-qi power within his body, having reached its peak, circulated through his limbs and bones, subtly on the verge of coalescing into a brand-new strength.

He calmed his mind and qi, contemplating the two Divine Intent Diagrams, his Divine Consciousness merging with the myriad transformations, searching for a certain opportunity.

'Cultivators possess Divine Consciousness, so it seems they also have an advantage over ordinary martial artists when it comes to comprehending Divine Intent Diagrams. . . '

An inexplicable thought surfaced in Fang Xi's mind.

The next instant, distorted snake shadows abruptly appeared in his mind.

The Red Snake Leg Divine Intent Diagram!

"I didn't expect. . . that the Red Snake Leg would be the first to break through?"

"Indeed, comprehending a Divine Intent Diagram is a matter of chance, ever-changing and unpredictable. . ."

The mountains, rivers, and lines of snake shadows within the original diagram, in Fang Xi's eyes at this moment, were patterns of blood-qi power in motion. . .

Furthermore, even without him consciously willing it, the raging blood-qi within his body began to circulate on its own, following a mysterious path.

Countless strands of blood-qi twisted and coiled. . . like fine threads condensing into steel ropes.

Snap!

As if some kind of shackles had been broken!

Fang Xi inwardly observed himself and discovered a brand-new power!

True Force!

This power was completely different from the 'internal qi' spoken of by mortals in the cultivation world. It relied on the four limbs and myriad bones, flowing between tendons and muscles, strengthening the internal organs.

Because it was 'true', it was named 'True Force'.

The moment True Force formed, the surging blood-qi power within Fang Xi's body rapidly transformed into True Force.

Immediately after, he let out a joyful long howl, feeling the toughness of the membranes across his body, his hands, and his main torso rapidly increasing! Especially in his legs, the degree of strengthening far surpassed all other areas.

After all, this was a realm broken through using the Red Snake Leg!

This was also the drawback of third-rate martial arts: they primarily focused on one area. While other parts of the body also received strengthening, it was more than a notch weaker compared to those secretly transmitted true arts.

Thud!

Fang Xi subconsciously stomped his foot.

Bang!

Beneath his foot, the bluestone slab caved in as if struck by a heavy hammer, forming a large pit, and countless deep cracks spread out densely like a spiderweb in all directions.

Had it been before, Fang Xi would absolutely not have been able to achieve such destructive power with such effortless ease!

"Indeed. . . there is a chasm-like gap between True Force and ordinary Blood-Qi Martial Apprentices."

"No wonder Mu Cang Long defeated She Lei with such effortless ease before; I would do the same."

Fang Xi estimated that his martial arts had at least increased by more than two or three times, allowing him to defeat a dozen or so versions of himself from before the breakthrough.

As for She Lei, he would be nothing more than a single kick away.

He paused, as if remembering something, and a flying sword as thin as a green leaf suddenly appeared in his hand!

—The Green Reaping Sword!

Fang Xi held the sword hilt, pointing the blade at his finger.

After a moment's thought, he still rolled up his trouser leg and pressed the sword tip against his skin.

A faint resistance met the blade.

He continued to press, and after a moment of resistance, the flying sword smoothly pierced his skin, a trace of fresh blood seeping out. . .

"This defensive power is indeed comparable to a Body Cultivator at the first stage of Body Cultivation. . ."

Fang Xi nodded.

A Body Cultivator at the first stage of Body Cultivation is comparable to a cultivator at the early Qi Refinement stage!

However, this didn't mean their body could be harder than a low-grade artifact!

Comparing flesh and blood to metal was inherently a foolish endeavor.

"To truly be immune to low-grade artifacts, or rather, for one's body to be as tough as an artifact, one would probably need to be above the fourth stage of Body Cultivation, which is equivalent to a Foundation Establishment-level Body Cultivator. Only then could one say that no hair would be lost, no matter how low-grade or mid-grade artifacts struck them. . ."

"A Body Cultivator at the first stage of Body Cultivation, when facing a low-grade artifact's strike, can offer a moment of resistance. . . and their muscles and bones are firmer, potentially trapping the low-grade artifact, making them more resilient and stronger. . . that's about it."

With these advantages, a Body Cultivator would gain a significant upper hand when engaging in close combat against ordinary cultivators.

"Therefore, my artifact flying sword poses a considerable threat to martial arts hall masters, and even to that overseer Linghu Yang!"

"Furthermore, this is akin to freeloading dozens of Spirit Stones and achieving the first stage of Body Cultivation. Great joy, great joy. . ."

Fang Xi flicked the Green Reaping Sword, causing its blade to hum and buzz like a dragon's roar.

"Today's breakthrough is a great joy, so I should kill a few people to unwind. . ."

He looked towards the direction of the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall.

Lu She and She Lei had always been on his little blacklist; he had merely been patient and hadn't acted before.

After all, She Lei was one thing, but Lu She still posed a bit of a threat.

Now, after his breakthrough, the other party was no longer worth a second glance.

'And. . . by killing Lu She and the others, I can make the masterminds behind Yuan He Mountain believe that I've only uncovered what they wanted me to uncover. Heh heh. . . weren't they trying to lead me into a trap? I'll let them know that the same trap, when applied to different people, can have entirely different outcomes. '

...

That night.

Red Snake Martial Arts Hall!

"I don't know what's gotten into the Hall Master lately; he's been having overnight discussions with a few elders."

A disciple on night patrol yawned, gazing at the still dimly lit buildings, muttering to himself.

With his superiors being so diligent, he couldn't even sneak off to sleep and slack off.

As he was in a drowsy haze, something suddenly seemed to flash past.

"What was that?"

He hurriedly raised his lantern, rubbed his eyes again, and found the surroundings utterly quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects.

"Could it have been a bat? "

The disciple muttered, then continued his night patrol.

Inside the study.

Lu She looked at a map, his expression grim: "This demon hunting expedition. . . initially, everything was supposedly going smoothly, but then Old Feng and the others suddenly met their end. Rumor has it they vanished without a trace, dead or alive. This is troublesome. . ."

Before Lu She were only a few of the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall's main elders and instructors, all of whom had reached the three transformations of blood-qi. She Lei was among them.

"Hall Master. . . could it be that Yuan He Mountain also didn't discover anything? " She Lei asked.

"Hmph, that Linghu Yang from Yuan He Mountain is nothing but a blockhead! " Lu She cursed in anger.

But after cursing, he fell back into thought.

Although this overseer of Yuan He Mountain in Black Stone City was unsociable, he wasn't foolish.

His behavior at the time was indeed somewhat strange.

Could it be. . . he discovered some clue?

"If it really is that. . . then Black Stone City might become uninhabitable."

Lu She held the candle-lit lampstand, examining the map back and forth, lost in thought.

Pfft, pfft!

Just then, several soft sounds suddenly emerged from the void.

"Ene. . ."

Before an elder of the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall could finish his word, an invisible sword qi severed his throat, leaving him clutching his windpipe as he fell into a pool of blood, unable to utter a sound.

"What kind of martial art is this?"

Lu She was both shocked and enraged!

This skill of invisible sword qi was already akin to mythical legends.

Perhaps, only the rumored Grandmaster-level experts could achieve it.

But if it truly were a Grandmaster, why bother with a sneak attack?

With a single command, the entire Red Snake Martial Arts Hall would be razed to the ground.

Bang!

Just as he was still in shock and fury, a figure rushed into the room, their leg shadows flying.

"Ugh!"

Amidst several muffled groans, the few elders who were still barely intact were simultaneously sent flying, as if all the bones in their bodies had turned soft and rotten.

She Lei, in particular, had his sternum caved in directly; he was clearly no longer alive.

"This is. . ."

"Red Snake Leg!"

Lu She's eye twitched; he recognized the leg technique of the assailant.

That leg technique, boneless and ever-changing in mid-air, he would absolutely not mistake!

"True Force martial artist, who exactly are you?"

Lu She bellowed.

"Noisy!"

Fang Xi, masked in black, moved his right leg. True Force surged into his thigh, making the muscles bulge, hard as iron, sweeping away a thousand soldiers.

Bang!

Lu She, also at the martial arts hall master realm, performed a 'Golden Rooster Stands on One Leg' and kicked out.

Two leg shadows entangled like pythons, then swiftly separated.

In the air, only muffled thuds echoed.

"What a pity. . ."

Fang Xi stood with his hands behind his back, suddenly sighing with deep melancholy.

"Why a pity? " Lu She's gaze subtly flickered to his own calf; a numbing sensation had already begun to spread from the point of contact between them.

Though very unwilling, he had to admit that youth conquers strength!

Moreover, the opponent's violent blood-qi completely exceeded his expectations, putting the martial arts hall master at a disadvantage.

"It's a pity that the Red Snake Leg truly has no further path of advancement."

Fang Xi replied honestly.

This Red Snake Hall Master only had this much strength, not even a secret technique. He was pathetically weak.

From this, it was clear that after reaching the martial arts hall master realm, there truly were no other cultivation methods for the Red Snake Leg.

Fang Xi felt quite helpless about this.

He still wanted to raise his martial arts realm even faster!

After all, the martial arts hall master realm was equivalent to the first instance of body refining. So, if he were to break through another major realm, would it be equivalent to a Body Cultivator at the second instance of body refining?

One should know that in the Green Bamboo Mountain market town, the cost for the first instance of body refining was roughly dozens of Spirit Stones, while for the second instance, it would cost at least over a hundred Spirit Stones!

Once successful, he would absolutely be comparable to a mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivator!

If he reached that realm, Fang Xi would dare to act a bit more freely in the cultivation world.

"Your Excellency was once an apprentice of this hall, and you've come for the follow-up techniques of the Red Snake Leg?"

Lu She's pupils constricted to pinpricks, and he loudly declared: "A pity. . . the Red Snake Leg's limit is True Force; it cannot train the entire body, nor can it allow True Force to transform into True Vigor, stepping into the higher realm of a Martial Master!"

"Oh? After the martial arts hall master realm, one trains the entire body and allows True Force to transform?"

Fang Xi's eyes lit up.

"Heh heh. . . Your Excellency's talent is outstanding, but unfortunately, you've already gone astray. With the Red Snake Leg perfected, your blood-qi will inevitably clash with other martial arts, making it impossible to practice true arts. Your future achievements are limited, ha ha!"

Lu She burst into hearty laughter.

But after he finished laughing, he felt that something was amiss.

His laughter gradually subsided, and his expression grew increasingly bewildered.

"Are you wondering why, despite your deliberate loud shouts, the people outside are as good as dead and haven't come to rescue you? " Fang Xi's eyes held a playful mockery: "Too bad. . . I won't tell you!"

Outside the door, a talisman was quietly pasted in a corner.

No matter how thunderously loud the explosions within the room, the outside remained utterly silent. . .

Chapter 20: The Demonic Disaster Emerges (Seeking Recommendations)

Dawn.

The splendid morning glow slowly spilled from the east, as if coating the entire Black Stone City in a layer of gold.

Fang Xi returned to his own residence and changed his clothes.

"Lu She was no match, but the information he revealed before his death is worth noting. . ."

Last night, with the power of talismans, he effortlessly eliminated the high-ranking members of the Red Snake Martial Arts Hall, while the outer disciples remained completely oblivious.

Furthermore, he also used Lu She to complete one of his experiments.

'A True Force martial artist will still be at a great disadvantage against a low-grade artifact. . . their bones are slightly harder than ordinary people's, but as long as one avoids a few hard bones and targets the vital points, one can easily overcome the strong with the weak! '

Thinking of Lu She's shocked expression upon witnessing flying sword techniques last night, Fang Xi still found it very amusing.

...

After finishing breakfast, Fang Xi went to the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall.

"Junior Brother, you're finally here."

Mu Piao Miao's eyes lit up when she saw Fang Xi at the martial hall entrance, and she grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the inner courtyard.

"Senior Sister, what's happened?"

Fang Xi felt the astonished gazes of the surrounding disciples and subtly withdrew his hand from Mu Piao Miao's grasp.

"Father's friend has come, Uncle Hao is also a martial hall master. . ."

Mu Piao Miao introduced them briefly and concisely.

'Oh, so Mu Cang Long has guests, and he wants me to come and show support? '

Fang Xi generally understood, so he didn't refuse and followed Mu Piao Miao into the living room.

"Haha, this must be my niece, isn't she? She's grown even more graceful and lovely."

In the main hall, Mu Cang Long and a ruddy-faced burly man were seated, host and guest.

The ruddy-faced big man's eyes lit up upon seeing Mu Piao Miao, then he instructed a red-robed youth beside him: "Why aren't you going to pay your respects?"

"I am Hao Lan, greetings, Miss Mu."

The youth was likely Hall Master Hao's nephew or junior relative, approaching with a gentle smile.

"This nephew of mine is undeniably talented; though he's only nineteen, he's already reached the Blood-Qi Third Transformation realm. . ."

Hall Master Hao burst into hearty laughter.

"Haha. . . This disappointing daughter of mine only broke into the Blood-Qi Third Transformation realm at twenty."

Mu Cang Long calmly took a sip of tea, then pointed at Fang Xi: "However, this disciple is quite good. He's seventeen this year and also at the Blood-Qi Third Transformation."

"What?"

Hao Lan's expression instantly became a sight to behold, as if he'd just been stabbed.

"Haha. . . I still have important matters to discuss with Old Brother Mu. . . " As for Hall Master Hao, after a brief moment of shock, he quickly returned to normal.

"Hmm, Piao Miao, Fang Xi, take Hao Lan out for a stroll. Young people should get to know each other more."

Mu Cang Long's expression also grew serious.

Fang Xi and Mu Piao Miao each bowed and walked out of the living room.

Just before leaving, Fang Xi's ears twitched, and Hall Master Hao's voice, full of worry, drifted into his ears: ". . . Old Brother Mu, there's probably something suspicious about that previous monster siege!"

...

'What exactly went wrong with that monster siege earlier? '

While Fang Xi was pondering, Hao Lan, seeing Mu Piao Miao's eyes occasionally glance at her junior brother, suddenly felt a surge of youthful competitiveness: "This Junior Brother has actually broken through to the Blood-Qi Third Transformation at seventeen. Hao Lan is impressed. How about. . . we have a spar?"

"This. . . isn't necessary, is it?"

Fang Xi refused.

With his current martial hall master realm, ordinary Blood-Qi Third Transformation practitioners would be one kick each.

"What? In front of Miss Mu, Junior Brother Fang, could it be. . . you're afraid to lose? " Hao Lan chuckled.

He believed that young people were easily provoked and would surely fall for such a challenge.

Unexpectedly, Fang Xi merely rolled his eyes internally, too lazy to bother with a child: "Hmm. . . then I concede. Brother Hao's strength is extraordinary; I truly feel inferior!"

"Hmm?"

Hao Lan's eyes widened, seemingly re-evaluating Fang Xi.

After a long pause, he finally uttered another sentence: "I've never met anyone like Brother Fang. . ."

...

"Old Brother Mu, please take today's matter to heart."

White Cloud Martial Arts Hall main entrance.

Hall Master Hao, with his nephew, bid farewell to Mu Cang Long.

Mu Piao Miao and Fang Xi stood among the crowd, seeing them off.

"Just now. . . why did you directly concede? " Mu Piao Miao quietly asked, leaning closer to Fang Xi.

"Why fight a meaningless battle? " Fang Xi retorted, lowering his eyelids.

Rather than contending with a child, it's better to consider the recent peculiar atmosphere in Black Stone City.

It seems. . . something terrible has happened since the last demon hunt.

As he was lost in thought, a sudden cry of alarm came from not far away:

"Murder! Someone's been killed! ! !"

The sound was shrill, almost piercing the sky.

"Hmm?"

Fang Xi frowned and followed the martial hall members to where the sound came from.

After turning a street corner, they saw a crowd of people scattering wildly, fleeing from several. . . strange individuals behind them?

"What in the. . . what is that thing?"

His keen eyesight allowed Fang Xi to see the strange individuals' true forms—their cheeks were emaciated, and wood-like tendrils protruded from their seven orifices.

At this moment, one of the strange individuals casually seized a passerby nearby, and roots instantly pierced into the person's body.

"Ah!"

The innocent passerby screamed tragically, their body rapidly shrinking by a visible margin, and their eyes gradually grew vacant. . .

'It feels. . . very much like some kind of puppet? '

As a cultivator, Fang Xi's knowledge was exceptionally vast.

Upon seeing this scene, his pupils constricted violently, and he was even more speechless: 'I was wrong. . . I used to be so foolish and naive, thinking this was a low-martial world. . . '"

"Save. . . save me!"

"Wuwu. . . Mommy. . ."

The strange individuals and the terror spread rapidly through the crowd as if contagious.

A large number of people fled in panic, and a child stumbled by the roadside, whimpering and crying.

"Quickly, get up."

Hao Lan grabbed the child and quickly retreated towards the martial hall group.

"Old Brother Mu! " Hall Master Hao roared, his fists like rolling boulders, smashing into one of the strange individuals.

Thwack!

Wherever his True Force passed, the strange individual's spine was directly fractured, and half of its body tore apart.

"Little Brother Hao, quickly get out of the way!"

Mu Cang Long's eye twitched, and he cried out in alarm.

"Ah!"

Hall Master Hao cried out in pain, staring at his palm, only to see several bloodied holes had appeared on it at some unknown point.

"At the very least, a great demon, or perhaps even. . ."

Mu Cang Long's expression became incredibly solemn, and he roared: "Disciples of the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall, heed my command! Retreat immediately to the martial hall and defend the walls!"

"Understood!"

Mu Piao Miao glanced at her father, then led her junior brother back to the martial hall.

Fang Xi looked up and saw Mu Cang Long wielding a fine iron staff, locked in battle with one of the strange individuals.

He gazed at the collapsed stalls on the street; a rattle drum rolled a few times on the ground, finally stopping at his feet.

This seemingly prosperous era was like a soap bubble, bursting at a single poke. . .

The speed was so swift, it truly felt like a dream.

"Hurry!"

Hao Lan didn't know why, he just felt pity for the child and instinctively saved him.

By the time he came to his senses, several strange individuals had already surrounded them.

These strange individuals were different from the previous ones; no tree tendrils protruded from their seven orifices, but their bodies were branded with eerie black marks, wriggling like tadpoles, covering most of their faces like grotesque masks.

"Behold my family's inherited. . . Rolling Boulder Fist!"

He took a deep breath, and the powerful force of his Blood-Qi Third Transformation surged forth like raging waves and thunder.

Bang, bang, bang!

Snap!

Hao Lan screamed tragically, feeling the bones in his right hand had snapped.

He looked at a tattooed-faced strange individual leaping towards him, couldn't help but give a bitter laugh, and closed his eyes.

Boom!

The next moment, a tremendous roar echoed.

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry and go!"

Fang Xi kicked one of the strange individuals flying, and at some unknown point, a cyan short sword had appeared in his hand, with which he slashed across another strange individual lunging towards him.

Specks of dark red blood splattered, clinging to the sword's blade.

'I've got some blood. I can go back and research it, or take it to the cultivation world and have someone examine it. . . '"

Fang Xi's main objective in coming out was still to get a sample. As for Hao Lan?

He merely felt a slight goodwill towards the other party for his earlier act of saving the child, so he casually rescued him.

As a cultivator, one should act as one pleases, doing whatever one desires.

"So. . . so powerful!"

Hao Lan was practically dumbfounded.

As someone who had just fought them, he knew perfectly well how troublesome those strange individuals were.

He had broken his hand after only a few moves, yet Fang Xi dealt with them with extreme ease.

Thinking of Fang Xi's frank concession earlier, Hao Lan's face couldn't help but turn as red as a monkey's backside, entirely from shame and embarrassment: "I was so foolish, truly. . ."

...

A little earlier.

Black Stone City, where the Da Liang government office was located.

Behind the government office.

Monster after monster emerged; among them were even the two-headed demon wolf from before, and several missing martial hall masters.

The ground was covered in blood, and there wasn't a single living soul left in the vicinity.

And the parasitic monsters and powerful martial artists gathered together, suddenly letting out a few piercing roars, their flesh and blood exploding.

Amidst the splattering blood and gore, vine-like tendrils emerged, intertwining with each other, growing long roots that burrowed into the ground.

Soon, a bizarre, pitch-black great tree grew out from the flesh and blood.

Countless roots emerged from white bones and skulls, supporting the main trunk of the pitch-black giant tree. Veins like blood vessels surfaced on its bark, and within its massive black canopy, faces seemed to appear and disappear.

Black aerial roots descended from mid-air, piercing into the bodies of the strange individuals appearing nearby.

Life and death, evil and beauty. . .

All manner of harmony and discord, symmetry and asymmetry, could be found upon this bizarre entity!

After this strange black-blooded giant tree appeared, its massive canopy expanded wantonly in all directions, and faint mist emerged, growing ever denser. . .

"Damn it, it's a 'Demon'!"

Not far away, all the experts from the Yuan He Mountain branch were present, led by none other than Linghu Yang!

Linghu Yang watched this scene, gnashing his teeth in hatred: "The frequent migration of monsters near Black Stone City was because a 'Demon' was born! Now this fiend has chosen to take root in the center of Black Stone City. . . Black Stone City. . . is doomed!"

Chapter 21: Demonic Transformation (Seeking Collection)

Demon!

The very word seemed to carry a strange power, making Chunyu and Jiao Wu Chang's faces pale, their breathing becoming difficult.

"It's too late; we must leave immediately, escape from here."

Linghu Yang quickly made his decision, immediately preparing to use his lightness skill to move towards the city gate.

"Wait. . . Warden, could you give me the time it takes for an incense stick to burn? I still have a wife and children. . ."

The expression of a Yuan He Mountain deacon shifted several times, and he suddenly cried out.

"Scram!"

Linghu Yang's figure didn't pause for a moment, regret also forming in his heart.

If he had been a bit more vigilant, or if his sect's letter had arrived sooner, perhaps he could have escaped already.

But now, the demonic seed has appeared!

Delaying even for a single moment could be playing with his own life!

Let alone the family of a mere deacon, not even the deacon himself could make Linghu Yang delay for an instant!

His movement technique was astonishing; Chunyu and Jiao Wu Chang could only see streaks of afterimages, their expressions changing drastically as they bolted in pursuit.

Along the way, scattered strange figures could occasionally be seen butchering, but the three from Yuan He Mountain paid them no mind.

Finally, Linghu Yang took the lead and rushed out of the city gate.

The next moment, upon seeing the scene outside the city gate, his expression crumbled little by little: "Damn it, truly damn it! ! !"

Outside the city gate, the original farmlands and official roads had all vanished.

All that could be seen was layer upon layer of black mist!

A massive black mist, like a thick city wall, had completely enveloped Black Stone City.

"This is. . ."

Behind them, the rustle of clothes flitting through the air suddenly arose.

Chunyu, upon seeing this scene, found her ice-cold expression turning to one of extreme shock.

"The demonic domain has formed; this place has become a death trap. We. . . can't get out!"

Linghu Yang's voice became incredibly dry and hoarse. . . like a dying person struggling.

If one were to look closely at this moment, they would find that in the eyes of this Yuan He Mountain Warden, there seemed to be. . . faint traces of despair?

...

White Cloud Martial Arts Hall.

"Something. . . isn't right."

Fang Xi looked up, feeling that the weather had grown much gloomier.

All around was dim, as if dusk had fallen, the sun on the verge of setting.

Meanwhile, his innate spiritual sense was warning him frantically, as if some danger was lurking nearby.

This made Fang Xi's mood grow somewhat anxious.

"Quick!"

"Block the main entrance!"

"Grab weapons!"

"Fire, these monsters are afraid of fire!"

The martial arts hall disciples fell into a panic, until they discovered that those strange figures feared flames and didn't dare approach, finally settling down slightly.

"What. . . is going on?"

Fang Xi wiped a streak of black ash from his face and looked at Mu Piao Miao.

The Eldest Senior Sister looked even more disheveled, her originally clean and neat skirt hem already stained with blood.

"I. . . I don't know. . . " Mu Piao Miao's eyes were unfocused, and she murmured, "Could it be some kind of strange demonic beast that sneaked into the city?"

"If that's the case, there are at least two kinds. " Fang Xi mused for a moment: "One seems to be parasitic, even the martial arts hall master found it hard to deal with, possessing quite strong contagiousness. . . And another kind with black imprinted faces, their strength also surpassing ordinary Blood-Qi Transformation martial apprentices!"

He had already collected a few drops of the second type of monster's fresh blood, properly sealed them in a jade bottle, waiting for future research.

But the first kind, that strange plant, suspected of possessing life, Fang Xi dared not touch rashly.

Suddenly, a figure rushed through the wall of flames and entered the martial arts hall.

Many disciples were startled, but after seeing the newcomer, they felt slightly relieved: "Hall Master, the Hall Master is back!"

"Father!"

Mu Piao Miao cried tears of joy, only to see Mu Cang Long's face pale, one hand hanging limply, and fresh blood constantly oozing out.

He waved a hand at this moment, sternly shouting, "Piao Miao! Don't come over!"

"Father, what happened to you? " Mu Piao Miao froze on the spot, at a loss.

Mu Cang Long looked at the surrounding people, taking a deep breath: "My martial arts hall disciples, those who wish to return home should do so immediately; those who wish to remain within the martial arts hall must hand over a hundred catties of grain!"

"Grain? !"

Fang Xi heard this somewhat nonsensical demand and couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Hall Master, why is this so?"

"Because of the demon!"

A bitter smile appeared on Mu Cang Long's lips: "Black Stone City. . . we can't get out. . ."

Before he even finished speaking, his expression changed, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

At the same time, black patterns emerged from within his collar, tracing along his blood vessels.

"It's that kind of monster!"

A martial arts hall disciple, seeing this, was scared senseless: "The Hall Master is also going to turn into a man-eating monster. . ."

He had personally witnessed several senior and junior disciples with these black marks covering their faces, subsequently becoming estranged from all their kin.

At this, he let out a shriek, snatched a torch, and ran out of the martial arts hall, disappearing without a trace.

As soon as this person ran, the other apprentices scattered like startled birds and beasts.

Only a handful of people remained.

"Go. . . it's better they went."

Seeing this scene, a strange smile appeared on Mu Cang Long's face.

"Father. . . " Mu Piao Miao's eyes were bloodshot, large tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Sigh. . . don't worry, even though Father has been afflicted by the demonic curse poison, I can still suppress it with True Force for a while. . ."

Mu Cang Long looked at his daughter with affection, comforting her.

"Master, what did you mean earlier when you said we couldn't get out of Black Stone City? " Fang Xi hadn't left; instead, he watched Mu Cang Long with interest, suddenly asking.

"It means exactly what it says: the entire Black Stone City has become a cage; no one can get out. . ."

Mu Cang Long shook his head, looking at the few remaining disciples, and said miserably, "Leaving aside the danger of the demonic disaster. . . we will likely die here because of a lack of grain."

Fang Xi suddenly saw the light.

If Black Stone City truly became some kind of cage, what would be the most lacking resource?

In a large city, people are most abundant, but what is lacking are supplies!

Even a small Black Stone City requires large amounts of grain and vegetables from nearby farms and villages, with supply convoys stretching long daily.

Once sealed, with supplies unable to enter, it would instantly become. . . a living hell!

'But what does "can't get out" mean? No. . . '

Fang Xi's eyes were sharp: "Demonic disaster? Is it the 'demon' among demonic entities? Is there a demon wreaking havoc in the city?"

"Precisely! " Mu Cang Long simply sat cross-legged on the ground and replied with a bitter smile: "No matter how powerful the great monster, we wouldn't fear it, because monsters can be wounded, they can die! As long as martial artists can inflict harm upon them, with Da Liang's forces, even the strongest monster can be piled to death."

'That statement. . . it has the flavor of a gamer. . . So-called gamers, even if it's a god, as long as it dares to show a health bar, they can kill it for you! '

Fang Xi silently gave a thumbs-up in his heart, then heard Mu Cang Long continue: ". . . But demons are different; demons are immortal! Even the weakest demon cannot be destroyed! Demons are undying and indestructible, so whenever one rampages in an area, Da Liang often gives up. . ."

His tone was filled with despair.

And Fang Xi's sole feeling was—'Report to GM, someone's using an invincibility hack'!

It was only now that he realized how troublesome the 'demons' among demonic entities truly were!

'Undying and indestructible? Is that for real? '

Fang Xi was somewhat unconvinced.

'Or perhaps. . . these martial artists are too weak. '

'Demons that martial artists can't destroy, we cultivators might not be unable to destroy. '

'Even if Qi Refinement cultivators can't destroy them, perhaps Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivators could do it with a flick of their hand. . . '

'Even if Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivators can't, there are still Core Formation and Nascent Soul. . . '

Thinking this way, Fang Xi instantly felt much better.

At the same time, his interest in those 'demons' greatly increased.

'This world is truly interesting. Ordinary demonic beast meat is a treasure for body cultivation, yet 'demons' can be undying and indestructible. Isn't this what cultivators have always dreamed of? '

"So now Black Stone City. . . has a demon? " Tang Xuan stepped back a few paces, his expression full of terror, yet mixed with a glimmer of hope: "Master. . . the government and Yuan He Mountain, they say even True Vigor Martial Masters are there, they should be able to, they should be able to. . ."

Mu Cang Long shook his head: "There was once a Martial Arts Grandmaster who, in a short span, slew a demon ninety-nine times. . . but the demon still couldn't be annihilated, swiftly resurrecting. On the contrary. . . that Grandmaster was eventually exhausted to death. . . Martial artists facing demons are like mortals facing demonic beasts; they have no recourse whatsoever."

"Our only hope now is to gather enough grain, and then, wait. . ."

Hearing this, Liu Tao Tao's eyes lit up: "Wait for the imperial court to rescue us?"

"No. " Mu Cang Long shook his head: "Wait for this demon to eat its fill. . . completely lose interest in this place, and then actively depart. . ."

An emotion named 'despair' began to envelop the hearts of everyone in the martial arts hall.

"Ah, look, what's that?"

Liu Tao Tao looked up and suddenly cried out in alarm.

Fang Xi followed his gaze, his expression instantly turning incredibly solemn.

He saw. . . a gigantic tree!

The massive black tree crown continuously grew and expanded. . . like a colossal black bowl, poised to cover the entire Black Stone City.

Root-like tendrils, like vines, hung down from the tree crown, faintly shimmering with black mist.

An indescribable terror spread through the hearts of everyone who saw it.

Meanwhile, the monsters rampaging outside seemed to be following some command, converging towards the city center.

Subsequently, root-like tendrils descended, burrowing into the backs of their necks, suspending them all, swaying in the wind. . .

"Is this. . . like the relationship between worker ants and a queen ant?"

Fang Xi muttered to himself: "These monsters are merely extracting nutrients, ultimately watering the main great tree to make it grow?"

"I never thought I'd see such a magnificent and bizarre life form in this world. . ."

Chapter 22: Demonic Curse Power (Seeking Recommendations)

Several hours later.

Fang Xi returned to the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall.

"Junior Brother, how was it?"

Liu Tao Tao and Tang Xuan immediately gathered around him.

They were among the inner disciples who had firmly stayed behind during the martial arts hall's earlier commotion.

Fang Xi shook his head: "Taking advantage of those strange folk returning to their lairs, I went to check the city gates. . . The area outside the city is already enveloped in a layer of black mist. Anyone trying to pass through it will be obstructed by a strange force. I'm afraid Black Stone City is truly cut off, both inside and out."

Tang Xuan immediately fell into deep despair.

Fang Xi, however, gazed at the towering tree canopy in the city's center, lost in thought: "I suggest. . . we first relocate to the edge of Black Stone City, closer to the city wall, and establish a stronghold there. . ."

"Why?"

It was Mu Piao Miao who asked. After settling her father in his room to rest, she had remained silent until now, finally speaking.

"Because that demonic tree is still growing taller and taller. . ."

Fang Xi explained: "Any living beings covered by that tree's canopy will surely be harassed by its dangling aerial roots, making it extremely dangerous. . ."

In his heart, there was another conjecture he hadn't voiced.

That was, the demonic tree would continue to grow taller.

If this continued, one day it would pierce the clouds, and then its canopy would replace the sky, engulfing the entire Black Stone City!

That would be the doomsday for the entire Black Stone City!

'Of course, it's not impossible that this demonic tree possesses sentience and is actively raising a portion of humanity for its regular consumption. . . '

'Demons. . . truly fascinating creatures! According to Mu Cang Long, this method of sealing off the city, is it a "demonic domain"? It certainly has the rudimentary feel of a formation. '

"Cough, cough!"

Mu Cang Long had emerged at some unknown point. After a few coughs, he said: "Fang Xi is right, let's do as he says. . . Also, when the martial arts hall relocates, we can abandon everything else. We only need grain and fresh water. . ."

"Father, your body? " Mu Piao Miao looked at her father with worry.

Fang Xi could also see that the tadpole-shaped black patterns on Mu Cang Long's body had spread further, now creeping up to his chin.

"It's useless. This is poison, and it's also a 'curse'!"

Mu Cang Long replied with a bitter smile.

"May I ask, Master, what exactly is a 'curse'? " Fang Xi, however, grew interested.

"So-called demons, the 'yaoguai' (monsters) are just a bit grotesque in appearance, somewhat stronger, or possess some peculiar abilities. . . " Mu Cang Long waved his hand: "But 'mo' (true demons) are completely different, especially the 'curse'! This is a unique power of demons—curse power! Its horror far exceeds our martial artists' blood-qi power, or even true force and true vigor. . . Therefore, once infected, it's like a maggot in the bone, a certain death. . ."

"I see. " Fang Xi nodded, cupping his fists. "Master, I still need to go home to handle some affairs. I can only rejoin you later."

At this moment, the monsters outside were all hanging from the tree canopy, which made it unexpectedly safe.

Many of the remaining disciples had already secretly fled.

Fang Xi, however, formally bid his farewell, for he was a man of principles.

"Um. . . Master, I also want to go home for a bit," Liu Tao Tao timidly added.

"Mm. " Mu Cang Long nodded, not stopping them: "Remember, we'll gather at the East City Gate later. Fang Xi's earlier deduction was correct; the further we are from the demonic tree's main body, the better. . . Also, be careful of those demonic servants. Although they've only been infected by the demonic curse power, they're still not easy to deal with."

......

"They said this was supposed to be a world of leisure, so how did it suddenly turn into a demon apocalypse survival game?"

Fang Xi walked down the street, gazing at the ruined shops, the shattered corpses on the ground, and the occasional wary glance cast from behind windows. He couldn't help but feel speechless: 'And it's even the "PUBG" version, the kind where the poison circle keeps expanding from the inside out. . . '

Fortunately.

He could feel that if he wished, he could still return to the South Barrens Cultivation World.

With that as his trump card, Fang Xi wasn't actually in much of a hurry.

He traveled, stopping and going, until he reached his mansion.

The main gate was shattered, lying to one side.

The bodies of several guards lay scattered around, some still frozen in a posture of furious roar.

"As expected. . ."

Fang Xi had long anticipated this. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he stepped into the inner compound.

Several maidservants lay in pools of blood, their hands still clutching jade leaves, pearls, golden jewelry, and other valuables. . .

'Damn it, the moment danger struck, they thought of stealing the master's valuables and fleeing. . . '

He observed as he walked, mostly confirming that his home had also been attacked by monsters, and his servants had suffered heavy casualties.

Those who survived had mostly fled, taking quite a few valuables with them.

'Forget it, consider it severance pay. '

Fang Xi was quite open-minded about it; after all, they were merely external possessions.

He arrived at his own bedroom, when suddenly his gaze sharpened, and he pushed open the door.

The bedroom was also a mess.

It proved that in the face of doomsday, the master's prohibitions were about as effective as a fart.

Fang Xi didn't care about these things. He approached a carved dragon-and-phoenix rosewood cabinet and knocked on its door.

"Ahhh!"

Amidst a scream, a petite figure rushed out, a pair of scissors in hand, thrusting swiftly.

Smack!

Fang Xi was speechless. He casually swatted the scissors away and, with the same motion, delivered a slap: "Bai He, snap out of it, it's me!"

Hiding inside the cabinet was none other than the maidservant Bai He.

A vivid red handprint quickly appeared on her cheek, starkly contrasting with her fair, delicate skin. But she seemed to finally come to her senses, sobbing uncontrollably and crying out in choked whispers: "There. . . there were monsters. . . Sister Narcissus, Sister Magnolia. . . they. . . they all died. . ."

"Where's Yue Gui?"

Fang Xi asked.

Bai He shook her head: "I didn't see her. . ."

Fang Xi recalled his path here; not seeing Yue Gui's body was good news.

He stroked Bai He's beautiful hair, feeling as if he were petting a cat: "Black Stone City is finished now. I'll give you two choices: the first is to come with me, and the second is for me to give you a hundred taels of gold, return your deed of indenture, and you go your own way. Pick one!"

Fang Xi glanced around the bedroom; there was nothing he needed to take.

Gold and silver, in the current Black Stone City, were likely as worthless as bricks and rubble. He might as well go to the kitchen and carry a few more sacks of rice!

'Wait, I can just buy mortal rice in the cultivation world. No need to carry it. . . '

"I. . . " A faint spark of life barely returned to Bai He's eyes: "I'll go with Young Master. . ."

"Excellent!"

Fang Xi nodded. This was a smart little girl: "In that case, quickly get up and pack. Grab a sack of rice from the kitchen, and come with me. . ."

......

East City Gate.

A residential house built along the city wall.

The White Cloud Martial Arts Hall chose to settle here, as it was already the outermost area of Black Stone City.

And within the small courtyard, it was already packed with martial arts hall apprentices and their relatives.

Besides Fang Xi, who brought one maidservant, Liu Tao Tao and Tang Xuan had also brought their parents over.

Even Second Senior Brother Wu Ji, at some unknown time, had brought a beautiful woman—reportedly his wife—and brazenly occupied a room.

Near the courtyard, there were also many other city factions, mostly martial arts hall masters, who had driven out the original homeowners with their apprentices and seized the best plots of land in this area.

With the city's order now collapsed, the fist was the ultimate authority!

It was precisely for this reason that Mu Cang Long had to drag his ailing body to feign civility with those martial arts hall masters.

Late at night.

Mu Cang Long gathered his inner-chamber disciples to discuss the day's observations.

"Cough, cough. . . According to the information I gathered, that demonic tree can parasitize human and beast bodies. It initially descended upon the prefectural yamen, and the city's magistrate and almost all high-ranking officials are now without burial grounds. . ."

A single lamp glowed dimly, illuminating the faces of horror and fear among the crowd. Mu Cang Long's voice held a note of helplessness: "Now. . . the East City Gate vicinity is home to many martial arts hall factions, the South City Gate has been occupied by Yuan He Mountain, the situation at the North City Gate is unknown, but likely a death trap, and the West City Gate occasionally has scattered news, where large numbers of refugees are gathering. . ."

"As for the monsters driven by the demonic tree, they lurk by day and emerge by night. Their numbers aren't large, so as long as we act cautiously, we should be able to hold out for a while. . ."

Mu Piao Miao's expression was worried: "Father. . . our reserves of food and water can only barely last for a month."

"A month, you say? " Mu Cang Long's mood inexplicably turned somber.

In truth, too many people had died within Black Stone City. As long as one wasn't afraid of danger and avoided the core area covered by the tree canopy and the monsters, searching for supplies in residential houses and grain shops wasn't difficult.

The real difficulty was confidence!

'In reality, all the high-ranking figures should be aware that they will absolutely be abandoned by the Da Liang imperial court. . . '

'Huddling together for warmth now is merely prolonging their pathetic existence. '

Fang Xi crossed his arms, leaning against a pillar, having understood everything: 'Their current persistence is just a minuscule hope, a hope that this demon will leave on its own after gorging itself. . . '

'But no one at first would have imagined that this demon was actually a tree! Chances are, it might not leave at all. Even if it does, it might only be after its canopy has spread across the entire sky, using its aerial roots to kill everyone. . . '

'Of course, judging by its rate of expansion, this process will take several months to about a year. . . So the danger at first, is actually. . . everyone else! '

Just as Fang Xi was pondering, Mu Cang Long's expression suddenly changed. He violently coughed up a mouthful of black blood and collapsed, unconscious.

"Father!"

Mu Piao Miao cried out in alarm and rushed over to support him.

Ignoring the frantic crowd, Fang Xi walked out of the room and looked up at the gloomy sky.

Now that the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall's strongest combat power was crippled, it likely wouldn't escape the notice of those with ulterior motives. Danger was imminent!

Chapter 23: Ming Qing Pavilion (Seeking collection)

Green Bamboo Mountain.

Fang Xi's figure emerged in the cellar, cautiously looking around.

He noticed that the protective talisman on the wall was still intact, though its spiritual light had become incredibly faint. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can return, which means I can easily leave that dangerous place."

As for attempting to bring others across?

At this moment, such a thought didn't even cross Fang Xi's mind!

His golden finger was of utmost importance; even if everyone in Black Stone City perished, he would never compromise on this point.

This time, he had used the excuse of searching for supplies to cross over in an uninhabited corner.

Fang Xi's expression gradually grew serious as he took out a small jade bottle from his embrace.

Inside the bottle was the blood of the demon-afflicted!

"The demons of the Da Liang world. . . are not the same as demonic cultivators in the cultivation world. At least, I didn't sense the slightest demonic qi, but their manifestations are quite strange. . ."

Fang Xi pondered for a moment, then took out a jade plate. He tilted the bottle, letting a drop of dark black blood roll onto it.

Clink!

The blood bead landed on the jade plate, emitting a sound like a rolling pearl, as if it had already solidified.

Fang Xi's face was devoid of expression as he infused threads of blood-qi power into the jade plate.

The surface of the jade plate instantly bloomed with numerous vein-like patterns, coiling around the blood bead in rings.

Hiss! Hiss!

Tiny white smoke emerged, and the moment those blood threads touched the bead, they vanished into nothingness, evaporated completely!

Witnessing this, Fang Xi's expression remained unchanged, but he switched the infused power to True Force.

Buzz! Buzz!

Inside the jade plate, the light of the blood threads instantly flared!

Threads of light intertwined, coiling around the blood bead.

The blood bead was partially enveloped and began to melt. However, in the next moment, an astonishing scene occurred—from within the blood bead, fragmented black tadpole-like symbols began to seep out.

The blood threads formed by True Force, upon encountering these symbols, immediately emitted a sound of unbearable strain, slowly corroding into nothingness.

Observing this, Fang Xi's expression became solemn.

"Putting aside blood-qi power for now, even a martial artist's True Force, when encountering highly diluted inferior curse power, still gets corroded?"

After testing with a cultivator's methods, Fang Xi immediately understood Mu Cang Long's condition.

That martial arts hall master had previously claimed he could resist with ample True Force, but now it seemed his death was probably not far off!

"Curse power. . . the power of demons. . . a power that transcends blood-qi martial arts?"

Fang Xi thought for a moment, then once again circulated his cultivation technique.

But this time, he circulated the 'Evergreen Chant'!

Threads of cool spiritual power seeped into the jade plate, transforming into azure threads, continuously piercing towards the blood bead.

This time!

Even when the dark, fragmented tadpole script reappeared, it was easily pierced through by the azure threads.

Subsequently, the blood bead slowly melted, abruptly transforming into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating. . .

"A cultivator's spiritual power can suppress curse power?"

Fang Xi's eyes brightened.

This was good news.

At the very least, for cultivators, demons were not necessarily immortal.

"Mu Cang Long is about to die. I wonder if the Spirit Cleansing Pill I have will be effective?"

While thinking, Fang Xi stepped out of the wooden house.

On the door, a note was conspicuously pasted.

He picked it up and immediately felt a touch of excitement: "It's Chen Ping. . ."

Previously, he had asked the other party to introduce him to some circles. Now it seemed, he had finally received a yield!

...

Half a day later.

Green Bamboo Mountain Market.

Chen Ping and Fang Xi arrived one after another before a tall tea house.

Chen Ping's face carried a hint of pride: "Fellow Daoist Fang, rest assured, Fellow Daoist Shen and Fairy Yun Meng are kind people, never putting on airs."

Fang Xi offered a wry smile: "I'm not worried about that, but rather. . ."

He looked up at the signboard.

The tea house was named 'Ming Qing Pavilion', famous for selling spirit tea.

Such a high-end establishment was a place Fang Xi, in his former life, wouldn't even have thought of visiting.

However, he had still brazenly come, as making acquaintances with fellow cultivators had no downside.

Of course, this was also because the gathering location Chen Ping mentioned was within the market. If he had dared to say the location was outside Green Bamboo Mountain, Fang Xi would have immediately turned around and left without a word, then severed ties with him.

"Oh, don't worry, Fairy Yun Meng has already paid for the private room this time."

Chen Ping saw what Fang Xi was worried about and offered reassurance.

"So that's how it is, what are we waiting for then?"

Fang Xi immediately pulled Chen Ping, and they entered the Ming Qing Pavilion.

The interior of the pavilion was elegantly decorated, featuring an open-air terrace where a zither master, with slender hands, played the strings.

Around them, calming incense wafted from censers.

Even with some guests present, their conversations were extremely hushed, making it a remarkably refined place.

Chen Ping seemed a bit nervous as well. He found his way and entered a private room.

Inside the room, a man and a woman were already seated on meditation cushions, both at the mid-stage of Qi Refinement cultivation.

The male cultivator had a dignified and handsome appearance, dressed in a blue fox fur coat and wearing a jade crown, exuding an extraordinary aura.

The female cultivator, around fifteen or sixteen years old, wore a pink dress. Her skin was impeccably smooth, her eyes as gentle as water, and her aura like a dream or mist.

"Allow me to introduce you all. This is Fellow Daoist Shen Hao Ran, and this is Fairy Yun Meng. . ."

Chen Ping introduced the three: "And this is Fellow Daoist Fang Xi, my good brother who lives next door."

"Greetings to both of you. " Fang Xi was slightly surprised. He had originally thought Chen Ping's connections were only with fellow early-stage Qi Refinement cultivators, never expecting such resources.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Fang."

Shen Hao Ran continued to sip his spirit tea, casually offering a greeting, appearing quite nonchalant.

Fairy Yun Meng, however, rose and gave a graceful bow, demonstrating excellent manners and upbringing.

But Fang Xi could tell that the more elaborate the courtesy, the more distant it felt.

"Today, we are truly fortunate. Not only can we savor this 'Cloud Mist Spirit Tea', but we can also enjoy Zither Master Feng's performance."

Chen Ping and Fang Xi sat down, then smiled: "We still have Fairy Yun Meng to thank."

"For Zither Master Feng to be willing to come here also exceeded this humble one's expectations. . ."

Fairy Yun Meng smiled faintly.

Fang Xi did not join the conversation of the three, focusing instead on drinking tea and eating pastries.

He was well aware of his position: merely a foil, a background figure.

This Fairy Yun Meng and Shen Hao Ran were clearly not low-level rogue cultivators. The reason they valued Chen Ping was probably due to his talisman-making talent.

Compared to them, he, who possessed no special skills, was better off remaining an inconspicuous figure.

For instance, this spirit tea was excellent; a sip brought pure delight to body and mind.

And the spirit pastries too; a bite left a lingering fragrance and even enhanced cultivation.

Fang Xi even felt that if he could enjoy such spiritual items daily, he might reach the peak of the third level of Qi Refinement within a month.

"Zither Master Feng is coming! And another distinguished guest."

Just then, a sound transmission talisman flew in from outside.

Shen Hao Ran took it, his face lighting up with joy, and at the same time, he looked at Fang Xi.

Fang Xi glanced around and noticed that while the private room felt spacious with four people, it would be slightly cramped with five.

As the cultivator with the lowest cultivation and weakest background, he had to be perceptive. He immediately rose: "Everyone, I just remembered I have urgent matters at home. I'll take my leave now."

"But Zither Master Feng is about to perform; her zither music is rare. . . " Fairy Yun Meng said with a hint of regret, though she made no move to keep him.

Fang Xi bowed and walked out of the private room.

Faintly, he could hear Shen Hao Ran's voice speaking to Chen Ping: "Fellow Daoist Chen, you will also be a Talisman Master in the future, you must maintain your status. . . Let me tell you, the distinguished guest arriving is a powerful expert at the late stage of Qi Refinement. . ."

"Oh? Then I must ask Brother Shen to introduce me. " Chen Ping's surprised voice rang out simultaneously.

...

As Fang Xi exited the 'Ming Qing Pavilion', he could vaguely hear a wisp of zither music emanating from within the building.

On that high platform, a graceful figure seemed to have appeared.

Alas, such elegant and refined affairs had nothing to do with him.

'If your strength isn't enough, don't enter circles that are too high-level. . . '

He quickly adjusted his mindset and returned to his shed.

Bang!

A gust of palm wind flew out, fiercely striking the door and window.

White Cloud Palm!

Although he hadn't heard Fairy Feng play the zither this time, he had at least managed to enjoy the spirit tea and pastries.

It was a good time for cultivation!

Fang Xi had only broken through the martial hall master realm with his Red Snake Leg; his White Cloud Palm was still a little short.

Crackling!

He struck with both palms, delivering successive blows, then condensed nine large hand seals.

In an instant, Fang Xi's hands turned a grayish-black.

Strangely, the gray color was continuously fading, while the black was wildly expanding.

"Hoo!"

Fang Xi exhaled a long breath, and the white mist actually shot out several feet.

He looked at his hands, confirming that both palms had completely entered the Black Cloud realm, which was the stage of a True Force martial artist!

The True Force of White Cloud Palm primarily strengthened the hands; the improvement to other parts of the body was far less significant than last time.

"Breaking through so easily. . ."

"Sigh. . . If only my talent in the immortal path were the same as in blood-qi martial arts."

The low-grade spiritual root aptitude of this body had always been a sore point for Fang Xi.

The next moment, feeling the changes in the True Force of White Cloud Palm, his expression gradually became solemn.

Using his Divine Consciousness to observe his body, he could see that as his blood-qi circulated, several vortices had appeared, primarily located in his legs and palms.

Even more startling was that these blood-qi vortices exerted a pulling sensation on each other, causing the circulation of blood-qi to become somewhat chaotic.

"Is this. . . what Lu She meant by a hindrance?"

"Alas. . . I had already broken through with Red Snake Leg, and my blood-qi was already mixed. Practicing another art on top of that was inevitable."

Fang Xi looked at his palms.

White Cloud Palm could be deployed and retracted. After withdrawing the True Force, his palms were now as fair as jade, as delicate as a young lady's hands from a prominent family.

No one could imagine the power contained within these hands, already comparable to some demon beasts.

"The True Force of White Cloud Palm and Red Snake Leg indeed conflict. This must be resolved. . ."

"And the realms that follow. . ."

A mere body cultivator equivalent to the early stage of Qi Refinement was nothing. What Fang Xi valued was the future progress and hope!

"Thankfully. . . I heard the Yuan He Mountain group didn't escape either. . ."

Chapter 24: Taking Action (Please recommend)

Black Stone City in Da Liang, completely shrouded in black mist.

In a corner of a dilapidated civilian dwelling.

Fang Xi's figure subtly appeared.

Not only that, he was also carrying a sack of rice.

Hmm, it wasn't Spirit Bamboo Rice, but ordinary rice for the mortal servants down the mountain, purchased casually with some gold and silver.

'With these supplies, I suppose I can complete the task. '

Fang Xi stroked his chin: "If I wait a few more months, after the supplies run out, perhaps I can exchange rice for secret manuals. . . the thought alone is wonderful. . ."

"Of course, no amount of supplies compares to a chance at survival. . . Alas, with Black Stone City like this, I should find a way to leave as soon as possible."

He found that his transmigration still had some limitations; for instance, if he was originally in a certain place, he would return to that same place.

This meant that Fang Xi's desire to leave Black Stone City was also somewhat troublesome.

Of course, it was merely troublesome.

He had investigated the black mist outside the city and confirmed it possessed the characteristics of a formation.

This formation might be able to trap and kill mortals, but cultivators possessed numerous methods.

Just the ones Fang Xi knew of numbered several, among which the most convenient was the 'Breaking Restriction Talisman'!

This type of talisman was a special and rare one, skilled in destroying various formations.

"Currently, the black mist outside the city is only equivalent to a first-order trapping formation; using a first-order 'Breaking Restriction Talisman', even if it can't destroy it, it can at least temporarily open an escape path. . ."

"Of course, the Breaking Restriction Talisman is at least a superior-grade first-order item, and because it's extremely rare, its price is at least several tens of Spirit Stones. . ."

"I still need to raise my strength quickly and get this two-world trade going."

Fang Xi looked towards the city center, a worried expression on his face.

That demonic ancient tree, unseen for several days, had visibly grown several more feet.

Evidently, this demonic tree was still growing.

With its current might and undying nature, even a great Foundation Establishment cultivator would find it difficult to deal with, and the black mist outside the city was only at the first-order formation level.

If it were to truly grow, especially once the black mist reached the level of a second-order formation, Fang Xi would truly be dumbfounded.

If he didn't escape early, he might truly be trapped here and be forced to abandon this world!

...

East City Gate.

The grand residence where the members of the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall resided.

A white-browed man, leaning on a fine steel staff, coldly looked at Mu Piao Miao and the others: "I merely wished to pay my respects to old senior Mu Cang Long, why do you obstruct me?"

At his feet, a person lay unluckily: it was none other than Hao Lan.

"You're taking advantage of others' misfortune!"

Mu Piao Miao gritted her teeth in hatred.

After Mu Cang Long had fallen unconscious, his condition had been extremely poor, and she had been worried about it for several days.

Unexpectedly, earlier today, someone suddenly stormed the gates—it was this white-browed 'Yuan Fei', claiming he wanted to compete against Mu Cang Long in a martial arts duel!

Hao Lan stepped forward to reason with him, but in the blink of an eye, he was knocked down by a single staff strike.

It was then that Mu Piao Miao realized this Yuan Fei had actually broken through to the Martial Hall Master realm, becoming a grand expert!

Among the younger generation in Black Stone City, he could be considered number one.

"Our White Cloud Martial Arts Hall has already conceded defeat, what more do you want? " Mu Piao Miao looked at her useless junior brothers and sisters, feeling bitterness in her heart.

"Hehe, according to the rules of the martial arts world, if I issue a challenge and win, I shall obtain everything the loser possesses."

Yuan Fei looked around: "Now that everyone is down and out, you can just compensate me with this residence and the grain."

The White Ape Martial Arts Hall he belonged to had suffered heavy losses earlier, even their Martial Hall Master had died in battle.

Now, having finally escaped to the outer city with great difficulty, they found all the good places already occupied and their own supplies insufficient, so they immediately set their sights on the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall.

Because the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall had chosen a good location, and their supplies also seemed quite ample.

The most crucial point was. . . according to reliable information, Mu Cang Long was gravely wounded and on the verge of death, and within the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall, there was no second expert of the Martial Hall Master level!

"Impossible!"

Mu Piao Miao refused without a second thought, immediately.

To demand these things now was to demand their very lives!

But dying a little later was better than dying immediately.

"Hmph, you refuse a polite offer and choose the hard way. You should know that in the city now, the strong prey on the weak is the natural order of things."

Yuan Fei tightened his grip on his staff, and killing intent stirred within his heart.

Many of his relatives had died in the demonic disaster, and he had long been simmering with resentment.

What's more, this woman was also quite pretty. . .

Just as he was pondering, a figure rushed out and knelt on the ground: "Wu Ji is willing to serve you as a dog or horse!"

"Second Senior Brother, you. . . " Tang Xuan pointed at Wu Ji, his body trembling.

Liu Tao Tao also hadn't expected that Second Senior Brother Wu Ji would be the first to betray them.

Although, having lost a True Force martial artist, the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall's situation was indeed dire.

But such a character. . .

"Wu Ji? You're good, very good. . ."

Yuan Fei burst into laughter: "What a pity. . . you can betray the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall, and you could betray me at any time."

"Ah? " Wu Ji looked up, his face filled with panic.

The next moment.

A staff shadow slammed into his forehead, causing his brains to burst and him to die.

Thud!

Wu Ji's corpse fell heavily to the ground.

Watching the person who was alive just moments ago turn into a corpse, even though she had experienced much these past few days, Mu Piao Miao still felt somewhat muddled.

"Well? I'll only give you ten breaths of time to consider."

Yuan Fei felt immense satisfaction in his heart.

This was the world he wanted, where the fist was power!

If it weren't for the life-and-death crisis in the city, it would be even better.

"I. . . agr. . . " Mu Piao Miao was extremely unwilling; at this moment, losing their shelter and supplies was no different from dying.

But dying a little later was better than dying immediately.

"We cannot agree to that."

Just then, a gentle voice came from outside the door.

Fang Xi walked in and said calmly.

"Junior Brother Fang? " Mu Piao Miao's expression brightened. This junior brother had said he was going to search for supplies and hadn't returned for several days, making her worry day and night, afraid something unexpected had happened.

His appearance now, however, was not quite timely, filling her heart with deep anxiety.

This ruthless man, Yuan Fei, was truly capable of killing people!

"You won't agree? " Yuan Fei's eyes widened. "Do you intend to duel me to decide the winner?"

"Haha, I never engage in duels."

Fang Xi's smile slowly grew cold: "I only kill!"

Even as he spoke, he had already arrived before Yuan Fei and struck out with a palm.

Whoosh!

Where the foul wind passed, his palm turned pitch-black, and even his palm wind carried potent poison!

"What swift footwork, what poisonous palm force!"

Yuan Fei flicked his staff, and his entire body leaped back a distance like a great ape, speaking with deep apprehension.

Mu Piao Miao and the others, however, were stunned: "Black Cloud level?"

"Junior Brother Fang, have you broken through?"

Looking at the other party's palm, Mu Piao Miao felt an unspeakably complex mix of emotions in her heart.

The realm she had painstakingly trained for but couldn't break through was easily achieved by the other party; it would naturally be a lie to say she wasn't envious or jealous.

But at this moment, with their sect in decline, for someone to step forward and take over the martial hall's banner also made her secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Good. . . I didn't expect that besides Mu Cang Long in the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall, there would be another distinguished figure!"

Yuan Fei leaped back a distance, his staff pointing at Fang Xi: "'Limitless Staff' Yuan Fei, please enlighten me. . ."

"Limitless Staff?"

Fang Xi thought of Yuan Tian Gang, who had once come to his mansion to perform; Yuan Fei probably was a relative or senior from his sect.

But at this moment, he didn't give it another thought, and as the Red Snake Leg technique moved, he had already turned into a shadow and lunged forward.

Bang! Bang!

Yuan Fei roared repeatedly and wielded his long staff so tightly it was impenetrable, like a solid wall.

But the next moment, amidst the myriad staff shadows, Fang Xi's palm, like a venomous snake, slipped through the gap that seemed impossible to penetrate and struck his chest.

Crack!

An extremely grating sound of bones cracking echoed, and Yuan Fei was sent flying backward, his eyes bloodshot and bulging: "Impossible. . ."

"Nothing is impossible. . ."

Fang Xi retracted his palm.

His White Cloud Palm had broken through to True Force, bringing a second reinforcement to his body.

Although his True Force hadn't doubled, even an increase of merely ten or twenty percent was enough to crush an ordinary Martial Hall Master.

After all, once one reached the peak, even an extremely tiny difference could be the decisive factor in victory or defeat, just like those athletes in his previous life.

Fang Xi's blood-qi already surpassed Yuan Fei's by several tens of percent; he already held a tremendous advantage.

Furthermore, with his sharp senses, finding the flaws in the opponent's staff technique and delivering a fatal blow was merely an ordinary feat.

"Dea. . . dead?"

Tang Xuan stepped forward and checked, confirming that Yuan Fei was truly dead.

This Martial Hall Master had been struck by Fang Xi's palm in the chest, his internal organs shattered, and he had also been poisoned; he was naturally destined to die.

"Since the demonic disaster, the rules of this city have long changed; you must adapt!"

Fang Xi glared, sternly rebuking Tang Xuan and the others as if lecturing apprentices.

Under his reprimand, these few people, including Mu Piao Miao, recoiled as if they were facing Mu Cang Long.

"Senior Brother, please see!"

Tang Xuan fumbled on the corpse for a moment and handed a secret manual to Fang Xi.

"Limitless Staff Technique?"

Fang Xi didn't mind the small change in address and carefully flipped through the manual.

He wasn't preparing to cultivate more third-rate martial arts, unless he encountered something particularly suitable and not conflicting much with his own martial arts.

At this moment, his main goal was still placed on Yuan He Mountain.

"Greetings, Senior Brother!"

Mu Piao Miao gave a bitter smile and also bowed down, acknowledging the new rule of 'strength is respect'.

"I once promised you that I would act for the martial hall once. . ."

Fang Xi looked at Mu Piao Miao and suddenly smiled.

Just as Mu Piao Miao felt a void in her heart, thinking this junior brother was about to sever ties, Fang Xi directly said, "Dealing with this person was my own volition, therefore, it doesn't count. . . Piao Miao, would you be willing to ask me to act to treat your father?"

"Treat my father?"

Mu Piao Miao's small mouth slowly widened, and she uttered an incredulous sound.

Chapter 25: Rescuing People (Please Collect)

Inside the room.

The lights were dim.

Mu Cang Long's face was haggard as he lay on the bed, already unconscious.

On his cheeks, dark, tadpole-like runes squirmed as if alive, creating a truly horrifying impression.

Mu Piao Miao stood by the bed, her face full of apprehension: "Junior Brother. . . how is he?"

Fang Xi had his right hand placed on Mu Cang Long's wrist, seemingly taking his pulse.

In reality, he was secretly permeating Mu Cang Long's body with strands of pure Longevity Art spiritual power.

According to his experiments in the cultivation world, a cultivator's spiritual power should still have a decent cleansing effect on curse power.

About thirty breaths later.

"Ugh. . ."

Mu Cang Long's eyelids twitched violently, then suddenly opened: "I. . ."

"Father!"

Mu Piao Miao cried tears of joy.

"Master Mu, how do you feel?"

Fang Xi withdrew his finger and asked indifferently.

This treatment consumed quite a bit of his spiritual power, but he showed no change in expression.

"Still alright. . . " Mu Cang Long couldn't quite comprehend, looking at his daughter.

Fang Xi, being extremely considerate, stepped out, allowing the father and daughter some time to converse.

After stepping out of the room, a graceful figure immediately came to greet him: "Young Master. . . it's wonderful that you're alright."

Bai He's eyes were red-rimmed, and her voice was laced with a sob.

In the past few days, the Young Master had said he was going out to find supplies, but then he never returned, almost frightening her to death.

Now, monsters roamed the city from time to time, and Bai He was terrified that the Young Master might fall into their hands.

Fortunately, her pillar of strength had finally returned.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. . ."

Fang Xi glanced at her, saw the coarse grain bun in Bai He's hand, and smiled: "What? You even prepared food for me?"

"Sister Piao Miao said we need to economize and not waste. . . Young Master, please bear with it for now."

Bai He looked at the coarse grain bun in her hand, feeling a little embarrassed.

In the past, Fang Xi always insisted on refined foods, which had even made the maidservants' tastes pickier.

Falling to such a state now was indeed quite miserable.

However, humans are highly adaptable creatures, and Bai He had quickly adjusted.

After all, before she was sold to the Fang manor, she had truly lived through some hard times.

"Mm."

Fang Xi neither confirmed nor denied, but also didn't go to gnaw on the coarse grain bun.

He casually asked a few more questions and discovered that the frequency of monsters appearing was extremely low near the city walls of Black Stone City.

Conversely, the further one went towards the city center, the more monsters there were, and they didn't necessarily strictly adhere to the pattern of hiding by day and emerging by night.

'It seems the demonic tree in the city center is indeed this demon's vital point. . . '

'And those who knew what they were doing, by hiding at the edge of Black Stone City from the start, could indeed eke out a meager existence for a while. '

Fang Xi, having received this important information, mused to himself.

Just then, he saw Tang Xuan carrying a few buns and entering Wu Ji's room.

Inside, it seemed Wu Ji's wife, a quite beautiful woman, was also residing.

"That's Senior Brother Tang delivering food to Miss Bai. . . Poor Miss Bai, not only did all her family die in the demonic disaster, but she was also forcibly taken by that Wu fellow, who claims her as his wife. . ."

Seeing Fang Xi's gaze, Bai He quickly explained.

"I never imagined that Wu Ji would be such a person."

Fang Xi sighed, but didn't take it to heart.

In Black Stone City now, there were countless people far more miserable than that Miss Bai. RanObЕS

Just then.

The door behind him opened, and Mu Piao Miao walked out: "Mas. . . Senior Disciple Brother. . . my father invites you in!"

"Alright!"

Fang Xi nodded at Bai He and entered the room.

...

Inside the room.

Mu Cang Long was propped up on the bed, looking at Fang Xi as he entered, his expression full of astonishment: "You've already broken through to the Black Cloud Realm? !"

Although his daughter had told him about recent events, Mu Cang Long still found it hard to believe.

Not only had his breakthrough been incredibly swift, but after breaking through, he could even slay powerful enemies of the same rank!

Furthermore, he even claimed to be able to cure the poison of the demonic curse power!

This disciple's talent was simply too astounding, even bordering on the mysterious.

"Indeed!"

Fang Xi nodded.

In this world, he didn't need to be overly cautious in his actions.

After all, even martial arts hall masters were already absolute upper-echelon figures in Black Stone City.

"Good, good, good! My White Cloud Martial Arts Hall finally has a successor! I'm ready to entrust both the position of hall master and my daughter to you. . ."

Mu Cang Long's face flushed with excitement.

"Wait! "

Fang Xi quickly waved a hand. He certainly didn't want to accept these two burdens: "Master Mu, do you still wish to treat your own severe poison?"

"Alas. . . " Mu Cang Long sighed: "A family knows its own affairs. This curse mark power comes from a demon. . . My blood-qi cannot wear it away. This old man has already come to terms with it. To be able to see a disciple inherit my mantle before death, I have no regrets. . ."

"Cough, cough. . . Master Mu, there's no need to be so disheartened. " Fang Xi coughed: "I have a spiritual pill that can counteract all poisons. . . I spent a full thousand taels of gold to buy it from a traveling merchant back then. Master Mu, would you like to give it a try?"

He had specifically bought a 'Clear Spirit Pill' previously to help digest demonic beast meat. That Daoist friend Zhuo Lu Ting had praised it to the high heavens, claiming it was unmatched.

At this moment, he couldn't help but entertain the idea of an experiment.

After all, Fang Xi also had some reservations about the demon's 'curse power', and he needed a martial arts hall master to voluntarily test it before he could confirm if cultivation world pills were effective.

Besides, he and Mu Cang Long had some dealings, and he didn't particularly want to see the man die in front of him.

"A thousand taels?"

Mu Cang Long's mouth twitched.

His entire fortune might not even amount to a thousand taels of gold.

However, thinking of Fang Xi's previous reputation, he actually believed it.

It was truly possible for this spendthrift to pay a high price for some unknown little pill!

Upon seeing the medicine bottle in Fang Xi's hand, Mu Cang Long became even more convinced.

He saw that the medicine bottle was actually carved from a single piece of exquisite jade. In the mortal world, it would be an unparalleled treasure, perhaps only found in the imperial palace of Da Liang.

Such a jade bottle, naturally, contained a pill that was no ordinary item.

The Clear Spirit Pill was entirely emerald green, carrying a faint fragrance.

Just by smelling it, Mu Cang Long felt his spirit slightly invigorated: "It seems you've encountered a true extraordinary individual who 'plays in the dust of the world'!"

"Master Mu, please take the medicine."

Fang Xi moved behind Mu Cang Long, placing a palm against his back.

Since he was a guinea pig, naturally, Fang Xi needed to monitor him in real-time.

Otherwise, how could it be called testing medicine?

"Haha. . . bring it on! " Mu Cang Long didn't take it to heart. After all, he had already resigned himself to certain death, so he was naturally open to anything.

He swallowed the Clear Spirit Pill in one gulp and began to silently perceive the medicinal effects.

"Hm? !"

Fang Xi watched all of this, his expression subtly shifting.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Mu Cang Long's expression suddenly became extremely pained. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Hiss! Hiss!

On the bluestone slab beside the bed, a patch of corroded marks suddenly appeared.

Mu Cang Long's pained expression, however, became remarkably relaxed, and the curse marks on his face slowly began to recede.

"Alas. . ."

Fang Xi withdrew his hand, looking out the window towards the city center, his expression becoming incredibly solemn.

"This master feels much better. My lower abdomen feels warm, and the numbness in my body has greatly receded."

Mu Cang Long threw back the blanket, stood up, his face full of delight.

"What a pity, this pill can only suppress the curse power, not eliminate the residual poison. . . Perhaps in a few months or years, it will resurface, and by then, taking this spiritual pill again won't be of much use."

Fang Xi, however, shook his head.

The grade of the Clear Spirit Pill was still too low. If it were a first-order superior-grade 'Myriad Spirit Pill', perhaps he could recover completely.

At the same time, a great sense of vigilance arose in his heart.

This wasn't the poison of the demonic tree's main body, but merely a bit of residual curse power from its puppets, yet it was already so tenacious.

Within this world, there must surely be even greater dangers hidden!

He still needed to be careful.

"A few years, you say? That's enough. " Mu Cang Long gave a bitter smile: "Given our situation, fallen into a demonic domain, it's hard to say if we'll even live to see tomorrow."

It was clear that the man was well aware of their current predicament.

The so-called 'waiting for the demons to retreat on their own' was merely a forlorn hope.

The greater probability was that everyone would be trapped and perish in Black Stone City!

Compared to that, a death tribulation that would only erupt months or years later was nothing at all.

"Never mind. . . It's good that Master Mu sees things clearly. " Fang Xi smiled: "I still have some martial arts questions I'd like to ask you, Master."

"You wish to ask how to progress after True Force? " Mu Cang Long closed his eyes: "It's a pity. . . once True Force is formed, it cannot be altered. Even if you discard your cultivation technique and specialize in another, you will still encounter issues of chaotic blood-qi. And our White Cloud Palm, at its highest, only reaches the True Force realm; there is no path beyond. . ."

"So, you're saying I've reached a dead end? " Fang Xi extended his right leg forward.

Bang!

A layer of floor tiles instantly shattered into pieces.

"Red Snake Leg? " Mu Cang Long nodded, then shook his head: "So you also took the path of mixed martial arts."

"It seems that many rogue martial artists previously also cultivated multiple martial arts and broke through to the True Force realm? " Fang Xi's eyes lit up.

Mu Cang Long thought for a moment before answering cautiously: "We martial artists naturally wish to advance further. . . Cultivating martial arts with minimal conflict is indeed one method. . . It is said that someone once cultivated seven or eight martial arts, reaching a level where they could contend with a True Vigor Martial Master, but they soon died suddenly. . ."

"After True Force, comes True Vigor? " Fang Xi seized the opportunity to ask questions about the martial path.

"Once True Force is achieved, one uses True Force to temper the five viscera and six organs, cleanse the marrow, and temper the entire body, awaiting the natural generation of True Vigor. . . " Mu Cang Long sighed with emotion: "Alas. . . True Vigor martial arts are already at the level of sect secret transmissions, not something we martial arts hall masters can covet."

"I see. I wonder if cultivating True Vigor martial arts can resolve the issue of conflicting True Force? " Fang Xi asked curiously.

"Most likely not, but without a doubt, cultivating True Vigor martial arts will make a martial artist stronger. . . As for whether it can lead to a breakthrough in realms, I do not know either."

Mu Cang Long's eyes held a hint of bewilderment. Clearly, such a question was beyond his capabilities.

After all, he was merely a martial arts hall master. . .

Chapter 26: Three Months (Please recommend)

Black Stone City.

South City Gate.

"Please, we beg you."

"You can't do this!"

A group of people cried out, their silk and satin robes suggesting they were once wealthy merchants and officials.

But now, as they watched bags of grain being stolen, their eyes were filled with an unspeakable despair.

When the demonic disaster first erupted, they had been fortunate enough to evade the initial shock, following the Yuan He Mountain sect to seek refuge near the South City Gate.

Yet today, these martial artists from Yuan He Mountain were openly plundering their grain!

"My father is an advisor to the Governor of Dingzhou!"

A refined young scholar cried out, "My uncle holds a position in the Dingzhou military. They won't let you get away with this."

He stared at the sacks of grain and cured meat. . . feeling as if his very life was being stolen.

"Oh? " Jiao Wu Chang patted his plump belly. Since being trapped in Black Stone City, he hadn't lost weight; if anything, he'd grown even fatter.

He stepped forward with a smiling face. "So, it's Young Master Xu. My apologies, my apologies!"

As he spoke, he suddenly swung his right arm in a wide circle, delivering a powerful slap.

Crack!

Young Master Xu flew backward, a large dent in his cheek. Clearly, he wouldn't be living much longer.

"Hmph! You ignorant fool, I've tolerated you for too long."

Jiao Wu Chang flicked the blood from his hand, a savage grin spreading across his face as he looked at the remaining high-ranking officials and nobles.

The rules had long since changed. These esteemed masters within the city were no different from lambs awaiting slaughter.

On that day, Linghu Yang, seeing no hope of breaking out, could only hold his ground and await developments.

Subsequently, the martial artists of the entire Yuan He Mountain branch did not disperse; instead, they became even more disciplined and obedient to orders.

When order collapses, a group of those who wield violence, united, exhibit an even crueler discipline.

For the apocalyptic disaster would unleash the bestial nature within humanity!

Soon, Yuan He Mountain seized control of the entire South City Gate, ruthlessly scavenging for supplies.

It was the formerly prominent families who suffered greatly.

Because the common folk had nothing left to steal!

"Hahaha. . . hahaha. . ."

Watching these once high and mighty figures now cowering like quails, Jiao Wu Chang burst into uproarious laughter. He grabbed a woman adorned with jade hairpins; she seemed to have been a concubine to some magistrate, but he paid her no mind, hoisting her onto his shoulder, ready to drag her back to his room for his pleasure.

Not far away.

Linghu Yang stood with his hands behind his back, observing the scene with a chilling gaze.

Chunyu stood beside Linghu Yang, a pained expression on her face. "Jiao Wu Chang is going too far. Should we stop him?"

"No need. " Linghu Yang waved a hand, his tone utterly frigid. "They're all going to die anyway, their backgrounds don't matter. . . Letting Wu Chang handle things is actually quite effective!"

A slight chill settled in Chunyu's heart. She hadn't yet recovered from her mindset of peaceful times, but the outside world had already been turned upside down.

"Junior Niece Chunyu. . . " Seeing her reaction, Linghu Yang's lips curved into a strange arc, and he spoke chillingly, "The demonic domain has formed. Unless the demonic spirits voluntarily retreat, getting out. . . perhaps only Grandmasters at the peak might have a sliver of hope. Most of us will die here. . ."

"But my martial path will never be broken here!"

"As long as the demons haven't come knocking, your Uncle-Master will live, by any means necessary!"

"Even if, in the end, grain and water run out, your Uncle-Master will resort to any means. . . even cannibalism. . ."

"This is. . . your Uncle-Master's Martial Dao Heart!"

Linghu Yang's eyes were firm. "I must ascend to the pinnacle of the martial path, reach the Grandmaster realm, and I will spare no effort, no matter how unscrupulous!"

"A Martial Dao Heart? " Chunyu looked utterly shocked.

...

Similar tragedies continuously unfolded throughout Black Stone City.

However, none of this could stop the demonic tree at the city's heart, which continued to grow taller and stronger day by day.

Its massive canopy first overshadowed the entire government office district, then spread across the inner city, and now relentlessly expanded towards the outer city.

Beneath the canopy, monsters teemed, leaving no humans or livestock untouched.

This scene, like a harbinger of death, pushed the survivors further into despair, leading them to commit acts that broke all moral boundaries.

...

Time flowed like water, and three months passed in the blink of an eye.

West City Gate.

Fang Xi, clad in black robes and wearing a bamboo hat, entered a market.

Calling it a market was generous; it was more like a gathering place for survivors.

He frowned, avoiding the filth on the ground, and observed the emaciated women leaning against doorframes.

Seeing men approach, many women offered forced smiles, their former beauty still faintly discernible in their brows.

`It's said many young ladies from official families are among them; a single small bag of grain is enough for a night of pleasure. . . `

Fang Xi had absolutely no interest in such matters. He quickly walked through the area, reaching the stall section.

All sorts of rare treasures, antique curios, valuable medicinal herbs, and precious swords and sabers were scattered everywhere like trash, sold at rock-bottom prices.

Sellers wanted no gold or silver, only grain!

"Esteemed customer, take a look at this Dragon-Slaying Saber, a family heirloom! It can sever a hair blown across its edge, and it's yours for just fifty catties of grain!"

An old man held up the precious saber. Fearing disbelief, he drew the blade and gently blew a strand of hair onto its edge.

Poof!

The hair snapped in response, proving it was indeed a sharp weapon capable of cutting a hair blown across its edge!

In past treasure auctions, it would have been fought over tooth and nail by martial artists and wealthy merchants alike.

But in these present times, a precious saber that couldn't be eaten was no different from scrap metal.

"Peerless treasure. . . the White Jade Nine-Linked Ring!"

"A Jade Guanyin statue!"

"Selling secret techniques. . . the Red Rust Sword manual, complete with visualization diagrams, for just a hundred catties of grain!"

...

Ignoring the cries of the gaunt vendors, Fang Xi walked directly into a building.

Inside the room was a somewhat deflated mountain of flesh.

"You're here!"

Han Pang Zi's listless voice echoed.

Beside the mountain of flesh hung numerous bloody. . . rats?

This was a rare meat stall, selling rat meat.

"Han Pang Zi, you've lost weight again."

Fang Xi greeted him.

With Black Stone City in distress, even those from the black market were not spared.

However, while strolling through this market in the western district, Fang Xi unexpectedly found an old acquaintance, which was truly a pleasant surprise.

Even in these apocalyptic times, Han Pang Zi still had connections and means, allowing him to procure and sell a certain amount of rat meat.

He was far better than other stalls that claimed to sell one thing but offered another.

In the entire market, his was almost a unique presence.

Of course, Fang Xi wasn't there to buy rat meat for consumption.

On the contrary, Han Pang Zi, seeing him, complained as if seeing a relative: "Isn't it terrible? Grain prices have soared recently. . . The Taisui I'm raising is practically starving to death, so I had no choice but to cut down my own rations, switching to eight meals a day. I'm practically starving to death. . ."

As he spoke, Han Pang Zi gazed at his slightly smaller belly, his tone filled with boundless sorrow.

Fang Xi was somewhat speechless. This man reportedly used to eat ten meals a day.

At a time like this, seeing the generally famished people outside with green eyes from hunger, it seemed even more like. . . showing off!

"That 'Iron Arm Fist' manual you sold me last month was really mediocre. If the goods are the same quality this time, I won't buy any more manuals; I'll just take Taisui meat."

Fang Xi said indifferently.

When he had first seen Han Pang Zi in the market that day, he had been overjoyed.

His source of demonic meat could continue.

Moreover, the other party had a large number of martial arts manuals!

They were likely acquired cheaply from martial artists in exchange for grain.

Upon seeing this, Fang Xi immediately entertained the idea of cooperation.

He would let Han Pang Zi acquire manuals freely, then sell them to him at a marked-up price, settled in grain.

Anyway, as long as it wasn't spirit rice, acquiring grain from ordinary farmers below Green Bamboo Mountain was just a matter of a little gold and silver.

`With my own strength, I don't even know how many people I've fed. Boundless merit, boundless merit. . . `

Fang Xi mused inwardly.

Han Pang Zi shifted, "That Iron Arm Fist from last time, it was an authentic heirloom from the Tie family! Old Man Tie's iron fists nearly swept through half the martial arts hall world back then. . . If his little grandson wasn't on the verge of starving, he wouldn't have sold it to me so cheaply. . . Anyway, enough about that. As for the True Vigor manuals you want, I still don't have them! Yuan He Mountain, though, is quite interested. Should I connect you, so you can talk to them?"

"No, thank you. I'll find them myself."

Fang Xi rubbed his fingers.

Currently, his confidence wasn't particularly high against Linghu Yang, who was comparable to a second-stage Body Cultivator. "Bring out everything you have!"

"This is my bottom-of-the-box manual."

Han Pang Zi pulled out a book and casually tossed it to Fang Xi.

Fang Xi took it, and a hint of delight flashed in his eyes. "Iron Armor Art?"

This martial art was an external hard-qigong technique, specifically for training the defensive power of the torso and limbs.

It had to be said, it was quite compatible with his White Cloud Palm and Red Snake Leg, at least not overly conflicting.

Of course, whether the conflict was truly significant, he'd only know once he started practicing it.

"It even has visualization diagrams! Definitely a small gem, not bad, not bad. What's your price? " he asked casually.

"One thousand catties of grain! I put a lot of effort into getting this. . . " Han Pang Zi said firmly.

"Five hundred catties, and give me ten catties of Taisui meat! " Fang Xi frowned, immediately cutting the price in half.

"You can't do that! " Han Pang Zi actually blinked his eyes pitifully. "Is it easy for me to save up grain? Isn't it all to feed the Taisui and supply you with Taisui meat?"

Seeing this, Fang Xi's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Such a wronged expression might be cute on a child or a beautiful woman, but on this thousand-jin, no, this several-hundred-jin-reduced-weight fat man, it just felt off. . .

"Fine, seeing you look as wronged as a several-hundred-jin big child, I'll concede a step and give you six hundred catties. " Fang Xi waved a hand.

"No! At least eight hundred catties."

After another round of haggling, the two parties settled on a baseline of seven hundred catties of grain, and Fang Xi took the manual, leaving first.

As for the grain and Taisui meat, they would naturally be delivered later.

If he did such a big transaction in the market, he'd have been robbed long ago!

People driven mad by hunger would do anything!

"This fellow. . ."

Han Pang Zi watched Fang Xi's departing back, thoughtfully stroking his chin. "Heh heh. . . Could it be that he robbed several grain stores? He really has plenty of grain on hand. . . A pity, a pity he's not easy to provoke. I hope those few fellows in the market are smart enough. . ."

"Hmm? No, on second thought, it's better if they're stupid. Once they all die, I can just conveniently take their stalls and grain!"

Chapter 27: A Solution (Seeking Collection)

Several miles away.

Fang Xi pulled the Green Reaping Sword from the heart of an elderly martial artist, splattering a pool of fresh blood.

"The old geezer lacked martial ethics, but thankfully, I've grown used to it."

Ever since his substantial purchases at the market several months ago, he was invariably waylaid whenever he went out.

Fortunately, the strongest among those reduced to robbery were merely at the True Force martial artist level, allowing him to deal with them easily. It was just a slight pity for Fang Xi that looting their corpses never yielded much.

He stepped into a long-abandoned civilian house and initiated his transmigration.

'The best way to evade pursuit is to vanish completely! '

'I'll stay in the cultivation world for a while, hone my martial arts, and then return. . . '

...

Black Stone City.

The sky remained perpetually dim, with an eerie light piercing through layers of black mist.

On the border between the inner and outer city.

Within a large mansion.

A few scattered 'curse-people' were aimlessly wandering.

According to the rapidly accumulating experience of scavengers, once one entered the area covered by the tree canopy, they were bound to suffer attacks from air roots, as well as being besieged by numerous 'wood-people' and 'curse-people,' making survival nearly impossible!

The 'wood-people' were even stronger than ordinary Martial Arts Hall Masters.

Even a Blood-Qi Transformation martial apprentice would find dealing with a 'curse-person' extremely troublesome.

But now, with resources gradually depleting, many people, for the sake of survival, still dared to venture near the perilous edges, seeking opportunities.

The wooden mansion's gate quietly creaked open, and two children squeezed out.

They were homeless orphans from unknown origins, who had formed a small team and were adventuring to scavenge for supplies.

"Hurry, the monsters are coming!"

A girl with braided hair whispered.

"Don't worry, Xiao Yun, Gou'er is always fast! " From the inner part of the mansion ran out a half-grown boy, dressed in ragged cloth, his arms bulging with something.

At this moment, their footsteps, which they believed to be very cautious, still attracted the attention of a 'curse-person'.

"Oh no, Xiao Yun, you go first!"

Gou'er shoved the bundle in his arms to Xiao Yun, pushing the little girl away.

The 'curse-person' turned its head. This 'curse-person' had the appearance of a woman, most of her face covered in dark runes, and her vacant eyes stared fixedly at the two living people.

Suddenly, she accelerated, sprinting over at a terrifying speed.

"Go!"

Gou'er grabbed a stone and hurled it at the female 'curse-person,' then ran in the opposite direction: "Come on, come catch me!"

"Gou'er!"

Xiao Yun cried as she ran towards the outer city.

If she didn't bring back food, the few children younger than them in their dilapidated hut would starve to death.

Thud!

Alas, she was too distraught and wasn't careful while running, taking a hard fall.

The little girl didn't cry out in pain, merely clutching the bundle in her arms tightly.

But, a few pieces of cured meat still rolled out.

Plop!

A piece of cured meat rolled a few times on the ground and came to a stop beside a shoe.

Xiao Yun looked up, first seeing a pair of iron-pillar-like feet, and then a towering, iron-tower-like man.

Terror instantly surfaced on her face.

All children still alive knew to stay away from anyone stronger than themselves, because strangers could potentially harbor ill intentions!

"T-take. . . take it!"

Xiao Yun said timidly, her voice choked with sobs: "But can you leave me a little?"

The big man picked up the cured meat, placed it in the little girl's hand, and chuckled: "I, Zhang Jun Ming, never take ill-gotten gains!"

As he spoke, the big man flashed, charging towards the female 'curse-person'.

As he moved, his entire body's muscles rippled like flowing water, revealing him to be an external martial artist who had reached the Martial Arts Hall Master realm — a true expert.

Bang!

The female 'curse-person' shrieked and was sent flying.

Zhang Jun Ming, with a child tucked under each arm, swiftly fled the danger zone, only setting them down at the edge of the outer city.

"Many thanks, Great Hero!"

The boy, Gou'er, quickly forced a smile, his nimble eyes darting about.

"Haha, don't worry, I won't harbor any ill intentions. In fact, I rather like your cleverness. If it were before, I would surely have taken you as a disciple, alas. . ."

Zhang Jun Ming sighed: "It's a pity that most of my disciples have died. . ."

"Big brother, for you!"

Xiao Yun's eyes curved into a smile, and she handed a piece of cured meat to the big man.

Zhang Jun Ming froze, then burst into hearty laughter, picking up the cured meat, which he would have certainly disdained just months ago and was still a bit dirty, and took a big bite: "Delicious, truly delicious. . ."

...

"Delicious!"

On Green Bamboo Mountain.

Fang Xi caught a wild chicken. Without using a pot, he directly plucked its feathers, thoroughly removed its internal organs, stuffed it with spirit bamboo shoots and mushrooms, added various seasonings, then encased it in mud to make a Beggar's Chicken.

Taking a bite of the chicken wing, it was so fresh his eyebrows nearly fell off.

"Haha, Brother Fang's Beggar's Chicken is truly a masterpiece."

Chen Ping sat nearby, rapidly tearing at a chicken leg. The chicken leg was fragrant, and with just a slight shake, the meat and bone separated naturally.

Gathered around the bonfire were two more Rogue Cultivators, who appeared far more destitute than Yun Meng and others, both with early-stage Qi Refinement cultivation.

Back then, when Chen Ping returned from Mingqing Pavilion, he felt a bit bad about it.

He then reintroduced two fellow Daoists to Fang Xi.

This time, having learned his lesson, he chose a circle of roughly the same cultivation level.

The location was also chosen near the shack area, turning it into an outdoor barbecue.

"Heh heh. . . Fellow Daoist Fang's cooking skills would absolutely qualify him as a culinary god in the mortal world. I wonder if you have any aspirations to become a Spirit Chef?"

An old Daoist, appearing quite immortal-like, was rapidly gnawing on a chicken butt. Beside him lay two cleanly picked chicken feet. Watching him eat while licking his fingers, it was as if he were savoring some peerless delicacy.

This person called himself 'Jiu Xuan Shang Ren. ' In terms of appearance, he was truly not bad. In reality, he only had a second-level Qi Refinement cultivation, and it was said that he had even served as a Grand Preceptor in the mortal world for a period. However, after arriving at Green Bamboo Mountain, he was at the very bottom of the hierarchy. His knowledge was indeed not bad, especially his extensive understanding of mortal affairs.

"With meat, how can there be no wine?"

Beside Jiu Xuan was a young lord dressed in a green robe, resembling a mortal world knight-errant.

He looked to be in his early twenties, yet his cultivation had already reached the peak of the third level of Qi Refinement.

This person was named 'Di Qi,' a member of a small Qi Refinement family near Green Bamboo Mountain, the seventh in his lineage.

Although his spiritual root aptitude wasn't great, among those present, his generosity was unparalleled.

He immediately took out a gourd of spirit wine and shared it among everyone.

"Fellow Daoist Di is truly generous!"

Chen Ping hastily took out a cup, glanced at it, and immediately discarded it, replacing it with a broken bowl. He chuckled: "This gourd of spirit wine could at least fetch one Spirit Stone in the market!"

"No matter, no matter. . . I've always felt that having a few close friends to cultivate and discuss the Dao with is the true joy!"

Di Qi said with a smile.

In truth, he was quite conscious of his status.

After all, a family cultivator, even a Qi Refinement family cultivator of similar standing to a Rogue Cultivator, was still a step above a Rogue Cultivator!

However, Chen Ping was, at the very least, a future talisman master, so he still had to be given this much face.

The four of them drank wine and ate meat together, immensely enjoying themselves.

Once they had eaten and drunk their fill, Jiu Xuan Shang Ren began to discourse on everything under the sun. He had traveled extensively throughout his life, and his experiences were extraordinarily rich.

Even Fang Xi listened with keen interest.

He had initially wanted to join various circles precisely to broaden his horizons and expand his connections.

Hearing Old Man Jiu Xuan boasting about how he had once taken several great masters from the mortal martial world as servants, Fang Xi's eyes lit up, and he chuckled: "No matter how strong a mortal martial artist is, they can't compare to a first-level Qi Refinement cultivator, right?"

"While that's true, they're quite useful as servants, or those female martial heroines are excellent for warming the bed."

Jiu Xuan Shang Ren wore a reminiscing expression, his smile as radiant as a spring breeze.

"That's not necessarily true. . . If mortal martial artists are fully prepared, combining their skills with terrain and equipment. . . then if our early-stage Qi Refinement cultivators exhaust their magical power, it's actually quite possible for us to be overturned. " Di Qi interjected.

As a family cultivator, he had been specifically warned by his elders about this.

"Actually. . . the path of body cultivation for mortal martial artists bears some resemblance to that of Body Cultivation. " Fang Xi subtly guided the conversation.

"Not so, not so. . . " Jiu Xuan Shang Ren shook his head: "Even Qin Tian, the 'Body Champion' among the Thirteen Jias of Yue Kingdom, renowned for cultivating ten supreme hard-body techniques and possessing unmatched ferocity, was still ultimately a mere hair inferior to a first-level Body Cultivator. Moreover. . . he died suddenly within a few years."

"This person most likely died from internal qi conflict. If it were cultivators like us, who could use Divine Consciousness to inwardly regulate, he might not have been without a path to survival, or even achieved greater success! " Fang Xi's eyes glinted.

"Difficult, difficult, difficult. . . If mortal martial arts could compare to Body Cultivation secret techniques, we would have all gone to learn them long ago. " Chen Ping said, shaking his head.

"Actually, it's not necessarily without a solution."

Upon hearing this, Di Qi feigned profundity.

"Oh? Then I must ask Fellow Daoist Di for guidance. " Fang Xi's heart stirred, thinking, 'The crucial part has finally arrived. '

Di Qi took a deep gulp of spirit wine from his gourd, seemingly closing his eyes to savor it, then shook his head and said: "A cultivator's Divine Consciousness can only temporarily suppress internal qi conflicts. To thoroughly eliminate the hidden danger, it would be better to buy a 'Qi Regulation Pill' from the Pill Cauldron Pavilion. This pill is most adept at harmonizing different types of internal qi. My family once recruited a peerless martial artist, rarely seen in a century, as a servant, and this was the very reward we offered!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Xi's eyes lit up.

It wasn't that he was certain the Qi Regulation Pill could solve his problem.

Rather, the problem of martial arts blood-qi being impure and difficult to break through might be a restriction in Da Liang.

But to a Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivator in the South Barrens Cultivation World, it might well be a joke!

'After all, the Qi Regulation Pill only solves the internal qi problems of Yue Kingdom martial artists; it's completely different from blood-qi. '

'But within the Pill Cauldron Pavilion, there might not be a lack of pills that can harmonize martial arts blood-qi! '

'Even pills that increase the upper limit of blood-qi, as long as one desires them, alchemists might not be unable to refine them! '

Fang Xi was overjoyed in his heart.

With resources and experience from both worlds complementing each other, his path to the Dao was promising, and longevity was within reach!

Chapter 28: True Force Penetrates the Marrow (Seeking recommendations)

In the shantytown.

Inside the cellar.

Inhale. . . Exhale. . .

Terrifying waves of air slammed against the walls, rippling outwards. . . as if forming a swirling current.

Fang Xi stood shirtless, his chest heaving like a bellows.

With every breath, his blood-qi seemed to strengthen a fraction, and his entire body's muscles became like rubber, full of elasticity.

"The principle of the Iron Garment Art is counter-shock!"

"Once cultivated to great perfection, even if a martial artist wielded a blunt weapon, they wouldn't inflict much damage!"

Fang Xi took a fierce bite of Taisui meat, closed his eyes, and meditated on the Iron Garment Art's Concept Diagram.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

He suddenly opened his eyes: "It's done!"

The Iron Garment Art had reached great perfection, and he had once again broken through to True Force!

This time, he felt as if his entire body was draped in a transparent veil, his defense greatly increased, especially his chest and back!

These two areas were precisely where the White Cloud Palm and Red Snake Leg techniques were lacking!

"It's just as I expected. . . Under the augmentation of the spiritual energy in the cultivation world and the Taisui meat, my martial arts cultivation progressed at a divine speed! Breaking through was as simple as eating and drinking."

Fang Xi's eyes gleamed slightly.

Of course, this was also because he was already a True Force martial artist; cultivating another martial art to this realm again would naturally be much easier.

Not to mention, he also had his Divine Consciousness to assist in comprehending the Concept Diagrams.

"However. . . the Iron Garment Art's boost to my overall True Force is already very small now."

After introspecting for a while, Fang Xi felt a touch of helplessness.

The superposition of True Force martial arts was not as simple and straightforward as one plus one.

If the first breakthrough with the Red Snake Leg increased his True Force by ten, then the second breakthrough with the White Cloud Palm only added about four to five.

Of course, an increase of forty to fifty percent in True Force meant his strength had long since doubled.

But. . . after that, Fang Xi searched for martial arts, and chose the 'Heavenly Vision Earthly Listening Art'. After cultivating it to completion, his True Force only increased by about two.

Now, with the breakthrough of the Iron Garment Art, the increase to his overall True Force was probably less than one. . .

"In reality, it should be this way. A person's total blood-qi is limited, so there must be a limit. . . Otherwise, wouldn't martial artists become invincible by constantly stacking martial arts?"

"But in fact, this approach of mixing martial arts yields diminishing returns, eventually approaching zero. . . Conversely, the problem of blood-qi conflict within the martial artist's body will continuously intensify!"

Suddenly, several streaks of abnormal crimson appeared on Fang Xi's face, but he quickly suppressed them.

"I used my Divine Consciousness to introspect, and have tried my best to choose martial arts that don't conflict with each other, but I've reached the limit. . . If I continue, the gains won't be worth the losses."

Not only that, Fang Xi also relied on the formidable ability of introspection to subtly adjust the four cultivation methods, making their blood-qi circulation more coordinated and reducing conflicts.

If it were a martial artist from the Da Liang world, cultivating to his current level, they would likely be afflicted with a hundred illnesses by now. . .

"Fortunately. . . after stacking four martial arts, my True Force can now cover most parts of my body."

In Da Liang martial arts, the three Blood-Qi Transformation stages are all foundational, collectively called 'Martial Apprentices'!

Comprehending a Concept Diagram and integrating True Force makes one a 'Martial Artist'! This is comparable to a first-tier Body Cultivator, which means a Qi Refinement early-stage cultivator!

After True Force, one uses True Force to cover the entire body, tempering the five viscera and six bowels, and the four limbs and hundred bones. . . awaiting the spontaneous generation of True Vigor! This is the True Vigor Martial Master!

A True Vigor Martial Master is already comparable to a second-tier Body Cultivator, which means a Qi Refinement mid-stage cultivator!

Fang Xi, at present, is achieving overall tempering by stacking martial arts to the point where True Force covers his entire body.

The White Cloud Palm primarily tempers the palms and arms; the Red Snake Leg tempers the legs; the Iron Garment Art covers the main torso; the Heavenly Vision Earthly Listening Art is more unconventional, being an obscure art that enhances eyesight and hearing, with an additional effect of tempering the head.

"Unfortunately. . . I'm still missing a True Vigor cultivation method. Mu Cang Long, after all, was only a True Force martial artist, so most of his knowledge on how to proceed afterward was merely conjecture. . ."

Fang Xi lowered his gaze: "The fattened Yuan He Mountain branch should be slaughtered now."

Although he had long known that Yuan He Mountain was in the South Gate District, he hadn't made a move yet.

This was primarily because Linghu Yang's martial arts had already reached the True Vigor Martial Master level, comparable to a second-tier Body Cultivator.

While he didn't possess the rich array of methods a cultivator did, he wasn't easy to kill either.

To be safe, he still needed to raise his own strength to its current limit before making further plans.

And. . . Black Stone City was now a large prison, and Linghu Yang couldn't escape! So, there was no need to rush at all.

In any case, as time passed, the one whose strength would grow the fastest would undoubtedly be Fang Xi!

...

Green Bamboo Mountain Market.

Pill Cauldron Pavilion.

"Friend Daoist, are you looking to purchase pills?"

Zhuo Lu Ting saw a masked customer enter, and stepped forward with a smile, her expression not changing in the slightest.

Cultivators generally preferred to keep their wealth hidden; there were many who concealed their appearance.

"I wish to purchase a type of pill that primarily addresses several issues with blood-qi circulation within the body. . ."

Fang Xi spoke in a rough voice, stating his requirements.

His physique had now been strengthened by several martial arts breakthroughs, and was significantly different from before.

Moreover, with his face masked, unless Zhuo Lu Ting was a Foundation Establishment great cultivator, she absolutely wouldn't recognize him. Though even if she did recognize him, it likely wouldn't matter much. . .

Zhuo Lu Ting listened to his request, her smile unwavering: "Guest, you wish to purchase pills to resolve various blood-qi conflicts? This pavilion does not have such a pill. . ."

"None? " A faint disappointment surfaced in Fang Xi's heart.

Just then, Zhuo Lu Ting continued with a smile: "Although we don't have it, if it's merely to resolve blood-qi conflict issues for a Body Cultivator, Friend Daoist can certainly invite this pavilion's alchemist to custom-craft a pill for you. . . It's just that the price. . ."

"I don't have that many spirit stones."

Fang Xi sighed.

In reality, he had long known of this solution; for example, having the Pill Cauldron Pavilion's pharmacist examine his body, diagnose him personally, and prescribe a formula, then having the alchemist refine a pill specifically for his condition. A mere blood-qi conflict issue could be resolved with ease.

But firstly, he wasn't a direct descendant of a Foundation Establishment family, so he didn't have that much prestige or so many spirit stones.

Secondly, allowing someone to meticulously examine his body would inevitably expose his unique circumstances, and might even require him to hand over his cultivation methods to the other party, which was absolutely unacceptable.

Therefore, he no longer hesitated, and turned to leave.

Just then, he heard Zhuo Lu Ting say again: "If Friend Daoist does not seek a complete cure, Green Pavilion here does have a temporary solution that addresses symptoms but not the root cause!"

"Oh? What do you mean by addressing symptoms but not the root cause?"

Fang Xi stopped, a sharp glint appearing in his eyes, as he stared intently at Zhuo Lu Ting.

"According to Friend Daoist's description, blood-qi conflict is merely a minor issue. As long as one's foundation is deep and solid, it won't be a major hindrance, just as water, though it restrains fire, a single drop cannot extinguish a mountain blaze. . . " Zhuo Lu Ting explained: "This pavilion has 'Blood-Qi Pills', ranked as a mid-grade first-order pill, primarily for Body Cultivators to consume. It can increase a cultivator's vital essence and blood, reinforcing their foundation. . . If one's own foundation is robust and deep, even minor issues won't affect future progress. However, this only conceals the problem and isn't a root cure; in the next major realm, the problem will inevitably become even more severe. . ."

"Blood-Qi Pill?"

Fang Xi's voice remained steady, but his thoughts raced.

This Blood-Qi Pill could actually increase a person's total blood-qi limit! In the Da Liang world, that would be a supreme divine medicine for improving martial arts aptitude!

In other words, if Fang Xi had consumed a Blood-Qi Pill back then, he might not have been deemed a martial arts cripple. . .

'This female cultivator makes sense. . . '

'If my total blood-qi increases, I can at least practice a few more martial arts. . . '

'As long as my physical foundation is deep and solid, even if there are blood-qi conflicts within, as long as I can suppress them, it won't be a major problem. . . '

'Perhaps, before the hidden danger erupts, I'll have already broken through to Martial Master? '

Fang Xi pondered it over, and nodded in agreement: "What is the price of this Blood-Qi Pill?"

A mid-grade first-order pill, its price would certainly exceed that of a Spirit Cleansing Pill.

He already had a bad premonition in his heart.

Indeed, the next moment, a hint of excitement appeared on Zhuo Lu Ting's face, and her red lips parted slightly: "Five spirit stones per pill."

...

"Damn that Pill Cauldron Pavilion. . . they're robbing spirit stones. . ."

In the shantytown, Fang Xi looked at the crimson, blood-red pill in his hand, his entire face falling.

For this single Blood-Qi Pill, he had not only gone bankrupt, selling all his stored spirit rice, but had also borrowed four spirit stones from Chen Ping, Di Qi, and others!

And it was agreed that he would return them in one month, and return five!

"Damn it, when this old man has spirit stones, I'll pop Blood-Qi Pills like candy and toss them away. . ."

Fang Xi secretly hardened his resolve, then swallowed the Blood-Qi Pill in one gulp, and closed his eyes to refine it with his magic power.

Soon, he felt the pill's power take effect, his entire body feeling warm and comfortable.

Throughout his four limbs and hundred bones, the previous tightness vanished, replaced by a feeling of immense relief.

"Indeed, the Blood-Qi Pill works!"

A hint of joy appeared in Fang Xi's eyes.

"So-called blood-qi conflict, if you compare a person's body to a house, then right now there are several fierce beasts inside the house, and the territory is too small, so conflicts and friction inevitably arise, they attack each other, and then the house collapses. . ."

"The principle of the Blood-Qi Pill, is to reinforce and enlarge the room. . . Although there are still fierce beasts, the house won't collapse easily. . ."

"Since the fierce beasts still exist, that's what is meant by addressing symptoms but not the root cause."

A long while later.

Fang Xi stood up, looking at the dark filth seeping from his body, interspersed with blood. He couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh, then went outside to fetch water and clean himself.

Once his body and mind were refreshed, he changed into clean clothes, lay down on a bamboo chair, and gazed up at the night sky: "How long has it been. . . since I last put everything down and truly looked at this starry sky?"

With a cultivator's Divine Consciousness and pills, the so-called "no path forward" was a joke to him.

But only at this moment, did Fang Xi feel a true sense of relief after a firm confirmation.

In this tranquility, he seemed to hear a gurgling sound in his ears, like a small river flowing.

It was only when Fang Xi concentrated that he realized this gurgling sound came from within his own body; it was. . . the sound of his blood-qi flowing.

Crackling!

A series of popping sounds emanated from his body, each joint crackling like exploding beans, his tendons and bones resonating in unison!

"This is. . . True Force entering the bones, beginning to refine the marrow?"

Fang Xi's eyes lit up.

True Force, having reached this point, had already entered an extremely high realm, only one step away from the spontaneous generation of True Vigor!

Chapter 29: Scheming (Please collect)

Black Stone City.

At the border between the inner and outer city districts.

Fang Xi strode purposefully down the middle of the street, like a living monster lure.

Thump, thump!

The nearby monsters, as if spotting some delicious food, surged madly towards him.

“Die! ”

Fang Xi casually struck out with a palm.

Bang!

The cursed figure, struck by the blow, had its spine bent into a horrifying 'bow' shape, almost snapped in two. It flew backward directly, landing on the ground motionless.

One should know that these cursed figures were beings that even martial artists in the Blood-Qi Transformation stage would find difficult to subdue, possessing incredibly tough bodies.

Yet at this moment, in Fang Xi's hands, they were like fragile wood!

Rip!

He grabbed a cursed figure's arm, and with a gentle tear, the arm snapped off at the root, blood gushing forth.

“It feels roughly the same as tearing apart a beggar's chicken by hand. . . ”

Fang Xi frowned, evading the splattering gore.

Although he wasn't afraid of the demonic curse-force poison, he found it a bit messy.

“If cursed figures are like this in my hands, wouldn't ordinary people be like paper? ”

His right leg swept horizontally, kicking away a circle of cursed figures nearby.

The next moment, he saw a wooden figure charging at him, its skin appearing to conceal countless insects wriggling restlessly beneath.

Puff, puff!

Just as it charged to Fang Xi's front, the wooden figure's skin burst open, and countless plant roots surged out from its muscles and seven orifices, lashing out at Fang Xi!

Amidst thousands of lashing shadows, a few were particularly devious, attempting to burrow into Fang Xi's body.

Clang, clang!

The sound of clashing metal suddenly erupted!

The diamond-drill-like roots, stabbing at Fang Xi's skin, could only futilely leave behind white dots, which then rapidly dissipated.

“The defense of the Iron Garment Art is indeed formidable! ”

Fang Xi used his hand as a blade, severing several vines that were coiling around him.

Then, a talisman appeared in his hand.

“Fire! ”

A ball of spiritual fire materialized, landing on the wooden figure.

The wooden figure let out a shriek, turning into a pile of ashes.

“Immortal cultivation spells are quite lethal against demon servants! ”

Fang Xi nodded, then his expression shifted.

Aided by the Heaven-Gazing Earth-Listening Art, his eyesight and hearing had both vastly improved.

At this moment, he could sense several wooden figures surrounding him!

“Wasting talismans is shameful. ”

After testing his own strength, he was about to leave when, with a sudden glance from the corner of his eye, he discovered a dusty gray seed amidst the wooden figure's ashes.

“It can survive the scorching of an immortal cultivator's spiritual fire? ”

Fang Xi was slightly surprised. He sealed the seed into a jade bottle, then placed several layers of spiritual power seals upon it.

Only then did he leisurely employ the Red Snake Leg technique to depart, leaving a few wooden figures roaring and chasing in vain. . .

“Whoosh, whoosh! ”

After shaking off the wooden figures, Fang Xi gazed at the demonic tree, his expression gradually growing solemn: “This demon's servants are growing in number, and its aura is becoming stronger; I'm afraid it's about to advance. . . I must leave this place before it does! ”

But to leave, he needed a barrier-breaking talisman. Fang Xi had specifically inquired about it in the market this time; it was worth around thirty-five Spirit Stones!

In addition to that, he still owed a fellow Daoist five Spirit Stones in rolling interest!

“I had originally wanted to further hone my martial arts. . . ”

“Now, it seems I should immediately go search for True Vigor martial arts techniques, break through to the second stage of body cultivation, and open up the two-world trade. . . ”

......

East City Gate.

White Cloud Martial Arts Hall encampment.

“Senior Brother Fang is back! ”

Upon seeing Fang Xi, Liu Tao Tao's eyes immediately lit up as she stepped forward to bow.

“Mm! ”

Fang Xi casually tossed over a bag of grain, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

In this time of dwindling resources, every time he went out, he returned fully loaded, practically feeding more than half the martial arts hall's occupants.

In fact, if Mu Cang Long knew that Fang Xi had given nearly a thousand catties of grain to Han Pang Zi this time, he would undoubtedly be even more astonished.

“Senior Brother Fang! ”

Tang Xuan and the others quickly took the grain bags, their heavy weight bringing expressions of joy to everyone's faces.

Fang Xi swept his gaze around, and surprisingly, he even saw Hao Lan.

This unlucky child's martial arts hall master father had died in battle on the day of the demonic disaster, and his Boulder Martial Arts Hall had also been wiped out. After scrounging free meals at the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall for some time, he brazenly apprenticed himself to Mu Cang Long, becoming Fang Xi's junior brother.

As for Tang Xuan, he had been quite smug lately, his face beaming with a ruddy glow, clearly enjoying his time with Bai.

After greeting Bai He, Mu Piao Miao, and the others one by one, Fang Xi arrived at the much smaller training ground and began his martial practice.

On the training ground, there were also some targets brought over from the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall.

One of them was the heaviest, surprisingly made of iron, with a layer of hemp rope tied around its exterior; this had always been Mu Cang Long's personal training dummy.

However, at this moment, it was naturally being used quite unceremoniously by Fang Xi.

Bang, bang, bang!

His fists and palms struck the iron dummy, producing a teeth-grinding sound.

Hao Lan watched this scene, swallowing a mouthful of saliva. He felt that his previous challenge to Senior Brother Fang had truly been an overestimation of his own abilities, and he was lucky to have escaped unscathed. . .

“Wait, this is. . . ”

After watching for a while, he suddenly gaped.

He saw that under Fang Xi's assault, the hemp rope originally wrapped around the iron dummy had snapped, revealing the dark iron dummy itself.

And at this moment, one fist print after another, and palm print after another, distinctly appeared on the iron dummy!

“Not enough, still not enough! ”

Suddenly, Fang Xi let out a long cry, his single hand forming a blade.

Thwack!

His palm was like some divine weapon, unleashing a single hand-blade strike that, when it landed on the iron dummy, actually chopped off a section of the adult-thigh-thick iron dummy, sending it flying.

Clang!

The massive iron dummy smashed into the wall, causing the wall to tremble violently and dislodge a significant amount of dust.

This scene was witnessed by many, each one gaping in astonishment.

“Fang Xi. . . ”

Mu Cang Long had arrived at the edge of the training ground at some unknown point, and gazing at the broken iron dummy, his expression was agitated: “Could it be. . . that you have already broken through the human limit and become a True Vigor Martial Master? ”

“Just a little more! ”

Fang Xi retracted his hand-blade, feeling the changes within his body, a touch of regret in his heart.

With the aid of blood-qi pills, breaking through the human limit and developing True Vigor seemed not far off.

Based on his current True Force refining marrow realm, he could likely develop True Vigor in a few more months, at most a year, breaking the curse that prevented Da Liang's local third-rate martial arts from advancing!

Unfortunately, this speed was still a bit too slow.

‘Therefore. . . I still need a True Vigor martial art technique. ’

Fang Xi's eyes flashed as he looked at Mu Cang Long: “Master, has anything happened recently? ”

“Other matters are fine, I can handle them all. ”

Mu Cang Long hesitated for a moment, then spoke: “It’s just that recently, a messenger came from Yuan He Mountain at the South City Gate, demanding that we obey their orders, saying that their Guardian Emissary might have a way to get out. . . ”

“A way to get out? ”

Fang Xi immediately became interested: “What exactly is it? ”

“I don’t know the specifics, but Yuan He Mountain demands that we obey their command, including surrendering our grain. . . In return, they can give us a few quotas to leave. ” Mu Cang Long’s expression was extremely conflicted.

Clearly, he thought this matter was unlikely to succeed, but he couldn't bear to give up.

A drowning person will not let go of even a single straw of hope.

“Our martial arts hall will not participate in this matter for now; we'll observe for a period before deciding. ”

And within the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall, any decision he made, even Mu Cang Long found difficult to overturn.

At this moment, he took the handkerchief Bai He offered, wiped his hands, and casually said: “Also. . . I plan to go out for a period. ”

“Going out again? ” Mu Piao Miao felt a pang of sadness: “We have enough grain to eat for many days now. . . ”

“It’s not about the grain. . . As for inside the martial arts hall, if any enemies come knocking, just let them take a look at this iron dummy. ”

Fang Xi's decision to go out was naturally to target Yuan He Mountain.

Both the growth of the demonic tree and the pressure of his five Spirit Stone debt compelled him to quickly sell Da Liang's resources in the South Barrens Cultivation World to acquire Spirit Stones.

And to do so, he would at least need mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivation.

In the short term, Fang Xi believed his Evergreen Art was fundamentally unable to break through to the fourth layer.

That left only the martial path, which he could rapidly improve.

Alas, though his martial path had seen tremendous progress, he was still some distance away from developing True Vigor.

“Throughout Black Stone City, perhaps only Yuan He Mountain’s secret martial arts have reached the True Vigor level; they would definitely accelerate my progress. ”

Fang Xi's eyes gleamed faintly as he walked out of the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall encampment, swiftly disappearing into the desolate streets.

......

South City Gate.

“Guardian Emissary. . . I have already contacted the various martial arts hall masters one by one. The Red Rock Martial Arts Hall and the Three Flowers Martial Arts Hall have both agreed to our demands. They will soon send over a large amount of supplies, manpower, and their sect's treasured martial arts techniques, along with spirit intention diagrams! ”

Jiao Wu Chang bowed respectfully as he reported.

Facing him was Linghu Yang, whose aura grew increasingly profound, like a god or a demon.

“Understood. ” Linghu Yang nodded.

“Guardian Emissary. . . ” Jiao Wu Chang gritted his teeth: “It’s just. . . about the matter of the quotas to leave the city that we promised them. . . ”

He actually had some misgivings about this matter.

Although, as an insider, Jiao Wu Chang clearly knew that within the demonic domain, even ghosts and gods found it hard to escape!

“Are you doubting me? ”

Linghu Yang gazed coldly at Jiao Wu Chang.

“This subordinate wouldn’t dare. ” Although he had long since stepped into the realm of a True Force martial artist, Jiao Wu Chang had no doubt that Linghu Yang could easily kill him. Hearing this, he immediately knelt on the ground: “Guardian Emissary, please, in consideration of this humble one’s diligent efforts. . . point me to a path of survival! ”

“A way out. . . naturally exists. ”

Linghu Yang closed his eyes: “I have already perfected True Vigor. . . Next, I will assault the Grandmaster realm. Once I achieve Grandmaster, perhaps I can leave. . . ”

“Grandmaster? ” Jiao Wu Chang’s eyes widened.

Such a realm, throughout all of Yuan He Mountain, perhaps only one legendary ancestor had ever reached it.

Moreover. . .

Sure enough, the next moment, Linghu Yang said: “Unfortunately. . . the Yuan He Five Thunder Hand technique within the sect only taught me the Martial Master portion. As for how to achieve Grandmaster, I still have some difficulties. . . ”

“As expected of Guardian Emissary. ”

Jiao Wu Chang’s eyes lit up, then he spoke with a sinister glint: “So that’s why you ordered those martial arts hall masters to hand over their martial arts techniques? Is it to draw on the strengths of a hundred schools? ”

“Heh heh. . . What’s worth learning from third-rate martial arts techniques? ”

Linghu Yang shook his head in denial: “I am merely going to give them a grand gift, and then. . . let them use their flesh and blood to pave my path to Grandmaster. . . I’m giving you a task: starting today, capture people for me, capture those martial artists who refuse to submit, the more the better! ”

Chapter 30: Coercion (Please Vote)

Southern Gate District.

"The Yuan He Mountain branch is said to have many masters, and since the demonic disaster, they've gathered a large number of martial artist scoundrels. . . If they all swarmed me, I'd be in a lot of trouble."

After all, a cultivator's magic power is also limited.

However, Fang Xi was still prepared to chew on this tough bone.

"To destroy Yuan He Mountain, one must first clip its wings. . ."

Fang Xi's plan was simple.

Since Yuan He Mountain's martial artists went out every day to gather supplies, he could simply lie in wait nearby and kill as many as emerged.

At this time, Black Stone City was rife with danger, and Yuan He Mountain might not notice at first!

By the time they realized something was amiss, it would probably be too late.

After waiting for a while near the Yuan He Mountain outpost, Fang Xi saw a group of people emerge.

The one leading them was a woman with a cold, aloof demeanor.

"A woman? Chunyu, one of Yuan He Mountain's three biggest figures in this city?"

Fang Xi's eyes lit up: "You're the one!"

He had no qualms about not killing women.

As long as they were an enemy, the prettier and more talented they were, the more they deserved to die!

Because beauty and talent could very easily create variables!

And those who played it safe hated variables the most!

Fang Xi's footsteps were exceedingly light, like a nimble cat, as he effortlessly followed them.

To his surprise, this group did not infiltrate the inner city boundary; instead, they secretly split up and surrounded a dilapidated mansion.

Chunyu, dressed in a white gown, floated lightly into the mansion like a wisp of white cloud.

Bang!

A moment later, a loud bang echoed from within the mansion!

A rough, booming voice roared: "You stinking hags from Yuan He Mountain, I, Zhang Jun Ming, merely refused to submit, and you dare to come and besiege this old man? !"

This person was none other than Zhang Jun Ming.

At this moment, his muscles bulged all over his body, and his height suddenly grew by a head compared to normal, like a colossal divine general, as he charged Chunyu: "Take this punch!"

His five fingers, thicker than a radish, converged into a fist, striking out like a giant pestle, its might astonishing!

"The Cloud Whale Skill, truly worthy of being a top-tier third-rate martial art, comparable to some second-rate martial arts!"

Chunyu's body, however, was like paper, drifting lightly, completely unaffected by the force. A gust of the punch's wind sent her gently floating backward, her cherry lips slightly parted.

Cloud Whale Skill!

In ancient times, land strength revered the elephant, but in reality, in the ocean, there was the whale, whose immense strength far surpassed that of an elephant!

Even, in ancient times, there was a great demon called the 'Cloud Whale,' said to take the sky as its ocean, soaring like clouds.

The Zhang family ancestors, inspired by this, created the 'Cloud Whale Skill,' reputed as number one in defense and number one in titanic strength!

Once Zhang Jun Ming mastered the 'Cloud Whale Skill,' he had virtually no rivals among the martial hall masters in Black Stone City! He could even contend with true disciples of sects!

"What a pity. . . after all, it's merely a second-rate martial art!"

Chunyu's beautiful willow-like brows furrowed slightly, as if she truly felt pity for Zhang Jun Ming. Her jade-like finger pointed out: "Thunderbolt Finger!"

This was also a secret transmission of Yuan He Mountain, specialized in breaking all kinds of external hard martial arts!

Pfft, pfft!

Several tiny blood holes appeared on Zhang Jun Ming's body.

His face slightly pale, he halted his steps: "Why?"

He had merely refused a recruitment offer once, why would they send people to hunt him down?

Yuan He Mountain's style wasn't 'those who obey prosper, those who defy perish' before!

"I don't know either, but Uncle-Master Linghu personally gave the order, my apologies! " The light in Chunyu's eyes showed no change. Her figure floated forward like a white cloud, intent on breaking Zhang Jun Ming's limbs.

But at this moment, a strange smile appeared on Zhang Jun Ming's face: "You fell for it!"

He saw his entire body's muscles suddenly ripple like flowing water. The still-bleeding wounds were instantly forced shut and healed by the muscles. . . restoring his ability to strike!

This was a secret transmission within the 'Cloud Whale Skill'—Cloud Whale Flowing Body!

Once mastered, one could control all the muscles in their body, shifting the 'Achilles' heel' and fatal points of the Cloud Whale Skill!

One must know that any external hard qi cultivation method always has spots where True Force cannot reach; these are commonly known as 'weak points'.

Chunyu came from a major sect and possessed keen insight. Just now, she had used a pinpoint strike to break through Zhang Jun Ming's weak point!

But in reality, Zhang Jun Ming had not been struck in a fatal point; instead, he had feigned weakness, waiting for an opportune moment to strike!

"Crawl for this old man!"

At this moment, he took a deep breath, his chest heaving like a bellows. One palm rose high, descending from above, like a deity striking down with a Heaven-Overturning Seal!

Bang!

Chunyu saw something was wrong, but she couldn't retreat. She could only raise both hands high, forming seals like a lotus, barely managing to block.

After a loud bang, Chunyu flew backward, blood already overflowing from the corner of her mouth.

"Haha. . . sect disciples aren't so great after all! Come again!"

Zhang Jun Ming, like a demon king descended, strode forward with his thick legs, each step cracking the flagstones beneath him.

His fighting spirit soared to its limit, already capable of locking in victory ahead of time.

But at this very moment, several cries of alarm from children suddenly echoed from within the mansion.

It was Xiao Yun and Gou'er!

Zhang Jun Ming's expression changed drastically: "You. . . despicable!"

Last time, he had taken pity on those children and brought them along to care for them. He hadn't expected Yuan He Mountain to directly send people to capture them, clearly treating those children as his weakness.

Zhang Jun Ming's expression quickly regained its composure: "They're just a few street urchins, I'll kill you first before anything else!"

After all, he had been wandering the jianghu for a long time and wouldn't easily be coerced.

After all, surrendering now would be the biggest joke, easily dooming both the hostages and himself!

Only an idiot would choose that!

However, his moment of hesitation just now had given Chunyu precious time to adjust.

Her face pale, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, she now possessed an air of pitiable beauty, beyond her usual aloofness.

"Secret Technique—Seven-Needle Acupoint Piercing!"

Chunyu drove seven fine needles into her body. Not only did her injuries rapidly stabilize, but her True Force also surged!

Sect disciples, besides having cultivation methods far superior to ordinary martial artists, also possessed a great advantage: the various techniques and experiences summarized by their predecessors!

When this generationally-passed-down experience was pushed to its limit, it became an exclusive secret technique!

It could allow a martial artist to unleash strength beyond their own limits!

"White Lotus Seal Art!"

The next moment, Chunyu formed a seal with both hands. Her ten pristine white fingers moved with incredible dexterity, like a white lotus gently blooming amidst fire, as she subtly extended them towards Zhang Jun Ming's chest!

Bang!

Another loud bang.

Zhang Jun Ming's chest felt as if struck by a heavy hammer. He flew backward, landing on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

"Cough, cough. . . you won."

He looked at his chest, a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth: "Your target is me. I hope you can spare those who are unrelated. . ."

Chunyu slowly withdrew the seven silver needles from her acupoints. Just as she was about to speak, her expression suddenly shifted.

From within the mansion, several more screams echoed.

"Big brother!"

Gou'er, with Xiao Yun, ran out, helping Zhang Jun Ming up, shouting excitedly: "Just now, several bad guys came into the courtyard, and then this young man killed them. . ."

Only then did Zhang Jun Ming notice another person slowly emerging from the doorway: it was Fang Xi!

"It's you? Fang Xi from the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall?"

Chunyu also saw the young man, a strange mix of emotions in her heart.

Back then, when Fang Xi wanted to join Yuan He Mountain, it was she who had examined his aptitude and concluded it was unremarkable, which led to Linghu Yang's rejection.

Later, however, she heard news that he had joined a martial hall and had even rapidly achieved Blood-Qi Transformation.

This had deepened Chunyu's impression of him.

But seeing him today, it seemed he had made another breakthrough in the martial dao?

'If only we had taken him in back then. . . '

Chunyu felt regret in her heart, but her face showed no trace of it. Expressionlessly, she said: "Fang Xi, are you going to represent the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall and become an enemy of my Yuan He Mountain?"

"You don't need to scare me with Yuan He Mountain!"

Fang Xi sneered, taking three steps forward: "My presence here means that everyone near Yuan He Mountain is already finished. . . Now, it's your turn!"

When he first began to speak, he was still by Zhang Jun Ming's side, but by the time the last word fell, he had already arrived before Chunyu.

Fang Xi gently raised his right hand, bringing it down as if swatting a fly.

Crackling sounds!

As his palm descended, a strange sound emanated from within his body, like popping beans.

Chunyu's expression drastically changed: "Muscles and bones resonating? True Force entering the marrow? Impossible. . ."

She formed a lotus seal with both hands, each step beneath her skirt seemingly giving birth to a lotus as she rapidly retreated.

But no matter how she retreated, Fang Xi remained right before her eyes, leaving Chunyu to watch that palm descend in despair!

Splat!

She was sent flying by a single palm strike. In mid-air, an unknown number of her ribs shattered, and she finally slammed heavily against a wall, slowly sliding down like a hung painting.

"Too weak, too weak."

"Is this all the strength a so-called true disciple of Yuan He Mountain possesses?"

Fang Xi shook his head, yet he hadn't considered that his True Force and blood-qi, in the eyes of a True Force martial artist, were already akin to a monster's.

And furthermore. . .

Zhang Jun Ming's mouth twitched as he struggled to suppress the curses on his lips: 'Damn it. . . if I hadn't already taken half her life, would you be getting this easy pick-up? '

Unfortunately, he dared not voice that thought.

After all, this was indeed a ferocious individual!

With that terrifyingly profound True Force, even at his peak, he wasn't confident he could defeat him.

"You. . ."

Chunyu, blood spilling from her mouth, still wanted to say something.

But Fang Xi had no intention of being gentle with a jade-like beauty. He knocked her unconscious with a single hand chop, then looked at Zhang Jun Ming.

"What are you going to do to our big brother? " Gou'er and Xiao Yun immediately stepped in front of Zhang Jun Ming.

"Nothing much. . ."

Fang Xi waved his hand: "Brother Zhang, Yuan He Mountain treated you like this, do you wish for revenge?"

"Revenge?"

Zhang Jun Ming gazed at Fang Xi seriously for a moment: "You want to win me over? Fine. . . I owe you a life, so I'll help you this once!"

He had also endured Yuan He Mountain for a long time.

"Good!"

Fang Xi nodded, then lifted Chunyu and departed.

His light-body technique was astonishing. Carrying Chunyu, who weighed over a hundred jin, felt like nothing. In a flash, he found a quiet, deserted courtyard.

He casually found a room and tossed Chunyu onto the bed.

Seeing the woman's disheveled hair and paper-white face, he smiled thoughtfully, rubbing his fingers together. . .

Chapter 31: Assault (Seeking Collection)

Fang Xi reached into his arms and pulled out a small medicinal vial. From it, he poured out a pink pill and directly slipped it into Chunyu’s mouth.

Although Chunyu was unconscious, she subtly resisted. However, Fang Xi had no intention of being courteous with her. He forcefully pried open her teeth and used his finger to push the pill down her throat. . .

In addition, he pulled out a few gold needles and inserted them into Chunyu’s head.

"Ugh. . ."

Chunyu's eyelids trembled violently, and she suddenly opened her eyes, her usually clear gaze now clouded and hazy.

"Tell me your name. . ."

Fang Xi's eyes flared with intense light, and his words carried a strange power. This was the 'Bewitching Art'!

It was a small trick Fang Xi had learned from Jiu Xuan Shang Ren. It not only required the use of medicine and acupuncture, but could only be employed by a cultivator with Divine Consciousness on a mortal without Divine Consciousness. If the target was even a Qi Refinement first-level cultivator, it would be completely ineffective, thus having many restrictions.

As for the legendary 'Soul-Searching Art' that could be used on cultivators, Fang Xi had never even seen such a thing.

"Chunyu. . ."

Chunyu's eyes suddenly glimmered with a faint green light as she answered blankly.

"Tell me your position in Yuan He Mountain. . . " Fang Xi continued to ask.

"Yuan He Mountain's deacon stationed in Black Stone City. . ."

"What is your purpose in coming out this time?"

"To capture Zhang Jun Ming. Uncle-Master Linghu Yang ordered that he must be kept alive. . ."

"Capture? That's a bit strange. . . " Fang Xi rubbed his chin. "Tell me all the martial arts you know. . . and if there are manuals or Divine Intent diagrams, tell me their locations. . ."

...

Half an hour later.

"What a pity. . ."

Fang Xi gazed at Chunyu’s beautiful figure with a sigh. According to her confession while under the Bewitching Art, she had not cultivated Yuan He Mountain's famous sect-guarding secret technique—the Yuan He Five Thunder Hand!

In fact, through the entire Yuan He Mountain branch, only Linghu Yang had received the true force, and even that was an incomplete part, reaching only the true Force Martial Master level, with no content for the subsequent Martial God stage.

Oh, in Chunyu’s mind, there was another term for Grandmaster—True Vigor Martial Saint!

Other than that, this woman was of no great use.

Fang Xi's palm lightly caressed her delicate hair, then brushed over her smooth earlobe, her small chin, and finally came to her swan-like, slender neck.

Crack!

His expression was indifferent as he twisted the woman's neck. Thus, a generation of beauty met her demise.

No melodramatic events transpired.

"It seems I still have to face Linghu Yang directly."

Fang Xi genuinely did not want to fight a True Force Martial Master, who was comparable to a second-layer Body Cultivator. Even if the opponent wasn't a cultivator and lacked many techniques, he now had no other choice.

...

Half a month passed quickly.

Yuan He Mountain branch.

As one by one the outward-bound teams vanished, never to return, even the dullest disciples realized something was amiss.

One or two teams disappearing could be attributed to bad luck. But for all the disciples sent out to search for supplies to go missing—that was certainly not something that mindless wooden puppets or cursed beings could accomplish!

Outside, there was definitely a terrifying enemy hunting Yuan He Mountain’s forces!

Furthermore, the opponent’s tracking techniques were incredibly sophisticated. Linghu Yang, in a fit of rage, went out on several patrols, even disguising himself as an ordinary disciple and mixing in with the teams as bait, yet he could never catch a glimpse of that cunning enemy’s trace!

Affected by this, the previously agreed-upon martial arts hall alliance immediately shifted back to a wait-and-see attitude. After all, those old foxes were most adept at gauging the wind and acting like weathercocks.

And as Linghu Yang’s temper grew more irritable, constantly scolding and beating ordinary disciples, many disciples couldn't bear the pressure and fled. This led to a situation where the large Yuan He Mountain now seemed to be on the verge of collapsing like a tree with its monkeys scattering. . .

"Damn it!"

Jiao Wu Chang gazed at the main gate. That originally ordinary entrance now seemed like a terrifying abyss. Outside the Yuan He Mountain stronghold, countless monsters seemed to be lurking, specifically hunting them.

Only by Linghu Yang’s side could he feel a sliver of safety. He no longer dared to go out, but with the daily consumption of food, his anxiety grew day by day.

"Deacon, our food is running out, what should we do?"

A Yuan He Mountain disciple came to Jiao Wu Chang’s side and whispered his report.

"How is that possible?"

Jiao Wu Chang instinctively disbelieved, as they were the best-prepared force. But after thinking about it, his face turned from pale to red, a hint of ferocity appearing: "Today, I will personally lead a search of all disciple rooms. All the captured women will be killed, starting with this deacon’s own. . . Won't that save a lot of food?"

"Yes. . ."

The disciple wanted to say more, but since the deacon himself was willing to take the lead in executing the magistrate's concubine, he had nothing else to say.

"You may leave. . ."

After dismissing the disciple, Jiao Wu Chang felt an increasing sense of oppression in his heart and muttered to himself, "No. . . I must go and speak with Uncle-Master Linghu Yang. This cannot go on!"

Recently, Linghu Yang's whereabouts had also been a little strange, but Jiao Wu Chang had subconsciously ignored this abnormality long ago.

After mentally organizing his words, he arrived at Linghu Yang's door, respectfully knocked three times, and spoke, "Uncle-Master Linghu, Jiao Wu Chang requests an audience!"

"Come in!"

Linghu Yang’s voice was very calm, like an undercurrent beneath an iceberg.

Jiao Wu Chang pushed the door open and saw Linghu Yang putting on his outer robe, smiling as he looked at him: "Wu Chang, how long have we known each other?"

"Since the day you arrived in Black Stone City, Wu Chang has followed you. It has been three years and six months now, by my count."

Jiao Wu Chang bowed as he replied.

"But. . . you have betrayed my trust," Linghu Yang said faintly.

Jiao Wu Chang immediately knelt on the ground: "I beg for your forgiveness, my lord. This is truly due to that treacherous scoundrel causing trouble in the shadows. . . that there weren't enough captured martial artists. . ."

Half a month ago, when transmitting orders to the various martial arts hall masters, Linghu Yang had given Jiao Wu Chang a task.

Originally, with Yuan He Mountain's strength, ambushing and capturing some lone martial artists was very simple. But ever since that accursed mortal enemy appeared recently, Jiao Wu Chang hadn't even dared to step out of the gate, so naturally, capturing martial artists was out of the question.

"Forget it, do one more thing for me, and I will forgive you. " Linghu Yang walked to a spot in the room, lifted the floorboards to reveal a dark hole, and beckoned: "Follow me!"

"This subordinate is willing to sacrifice his life and be trampled to death for you, without a single regret!"

Jiao Wu Chang hurriedly followed, somewhat surprised in his heart. When had Linghu Yang dug a secret passage in his own bedroom?

This passage was not long; after entering, it led to a cellar. And in the cellar, astonishingly, was. . .

Jiao Wu Chang's eyes widened slightly.

And Linghu Yang’s eerie voice floated in: "Didn't you say. . . you would sacrifice yourself for me? Then I shall grant you your wish!"

"Ah!"

From within the cellar, a spine-chilling scream suddenly erupted.

...

"Brother Fang!"

Zhang Jun Ming stood side by side with Fang Xi, looking at the Yuan He Mountain stronghold under the overcast sky. These past days, he and Fang Xi had joined forces, scattering and annihilating Yuan He Mountain's outward-bound teams, forcing Yuan He Mountain to cower within its walls. This had thoroughly vented his frustration, leaving his heart feeling incredibly refreshed. "Now there aren't many Yuan He Mountain disciples left, and only Jiao Wu Chang can fight, but he's also holed up. What should we do next?"

"It's simple. We'll storm in through the front gate. You hold back Jiao Wu Chang, and I'll deal with Linghu Yang. It's that simple!"

Fang Xi weighed the strength of both sides and made his decision. Now, the tables had turned; when it was time to strike, one should do so without the slightest hesitation!

The current Yuan He Mountain branch had very few disciples left, no longer meeting the prerequisite of "ants biting an elephant to death."

"Excellent! I shall lead the charge!"

Zhang Jun Ming laughed heartily, then strode forward to the main gate of the Yuan He Mountain stronghold. He exhaled a shout, his entire body's muscles rippling, and one fleshy bulge after another appeared on his arms, as if all his power was concentrated into a single punch, which he slammed out!

One Punch to Cleave the Sky!

Bang!

The thick, sturdy gate instantly splintered into pieces.

Immediately after, Zhang Jun Ming charged into the Yuan He Mountain stronghold like a war chariot, followed by the screams of numerous disciples.

"Huh?"

Fang Xi lightly tapped his foot, and his entire body leaped several tens of feet, landing on the wall.

He watched Zhang Jun Ming slaughtering the Yuan He Mountain disciples en masse, but a hint of surprise appeared in his heart.

'Where is Linghu Yang? '

'And Jiao Wu Chang, why haven't they made a move? '

Something was unusual. Fang Xi held back from attacking, instead stealthily following Zhang Jun Ming, who was causing widespread destruction.

"Haha. . . a bunch of cowards, still daring to surround and kill me?"

Zhang Jun Ming punched a Yuan He Mountain disciple to the ground, then fiercely stomped down with his foot.

The head beneath his foot exploded like a watermelon, red and white splattering everywhere.

The scene was horrifying, but as a True Force martial artist, it did not stir his emotions in the slightest. Even if he possessed a slightly kinder heart, he would absolutely not show a bleeding heart towards enemies who sought to kill him.

In an era where one could starve to death at any moment, showing mercy to others was cruelty to oneself.

Zhang Jun Ming carved a bloody path, fighting his way all the way to the inner courtyard, where he also felt something was off: "Linghu Yang, Jiao Wu Chang. . . get out here and face me!"

The next moment, a door shattered.

Amidst flying wood splinters, a figure shot forth, striking out with a palm.

Zhang Jun Ming's muscles rippled as he met the attack with his fist.

Bang!

The instant their fist and palm met, Zhang Jun Ming felt a terrifying force, like an overwhelming tide, shattering his True Force at its peak.

Pfft!

His Cloud Whale Skill was broken, and he was violently sent flying backward, spitting out a large mouthful of fresh blood.

Zhang Jun Ming half-knelt on the ground, gazing at the figure before him, and enunciated each word: "Ling. . . hu. . . Yang?"

Only a True Force Martial Master could so easily crush the full outbreak of his True Force.

"So you're the rat who's been hiding outside all this time?"

Linghu Yang, clad in a green outer robe, turned around and looked at Zhang Jun Ming, a hint of disappointment in his eyes: "Nothing special. . ."

Chapter 32: Immortal Arts Versus True Vigor (Seeking Recommendations)

"No. . . something's wrong."

Linghu Yang indifferently raised his palm, as if about to pronounce Zhang Jun Ming's death sentence.

But his eyebrows suddenly twitched: "You are too weak, definitely no match for Chunyu. . . Who else is helping you?"

"Indeed. . . this person isn't foolish. It's my turn to appear."

Fang Xi thought for a moment, then turned and ran!

How keen were the five senses of a True Vigor martial master?

Almost the instant Fang Xi moved, Linghu Yang noticed the anomaly and pursued him: "Finally, you've appeared. . . the real big rat!"

Fang Xi's steps never faltered.

His figure was like a nimble snake entering tall grass, passing through the Yuan He Mountain's gate and swiftly disappearing into an alley.

After several twists and turns, he arrived in a desolate area.

Before a damaged earthen wall, Linghu Yang stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at him with indifference: "Your speed is extremely fast, and your leg techniques are like a snake's. . . It should be a true story of the Red Snake Leg? No. . . the profoundness of your True Force and blood-qi far surpasses that useless Lu She. You must have practiced multiple martial arts. . . What a pity, you're crippled!"

In his view, cultivating third-rate martial arts was equivalent to ruining one's future!

"Enough nonsense!"

Fang Xi rubbed his palms together, and they instantly turned pitch black.

His figure shifted, his back arched like a coiling python, then he suddenly sprang out, unleashing a flurry of continuous palm strikes.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Terrifying palm winds swept out, even containing potent poison!

"The Black Cloud tier of White Cloud Palm?"

Linghu Yang watched this scene and instead smiled: "Once you reach True Vigor, you'll know. . . so-called poisonous arts are utterly meaningless before True Vigor. . ."

He, too, thrust both palms forward, like a peal of thunder.

Bang! Bang!

Their four palms continuously struck, True Force and True Vigor intertwined. . .

Fang Xi immediately realized that the toxins from his palm strikes had entered Linghu Yang's body, but they had no effect whatsoever on him.

Not only that, the opponent's True Vigor struck like a torrential downpour, permeating everything.

His own True Force and blood-qi were utterly defeated in a short span of time!

"What a shame. . ."

Even amidst their fierce exchange, Linghu Yang could still speak: "The profoundness of your blood-qi surpasses even my own when I was a martial artist. Perhaps it's due to innate talent, but cultivating third-rate martial arts means you're destined to be inferior to me!"

As his words fell, Linghu Yang's speed suddenly surged!

Yuan He Mountain's secret technique — Thunderbolt Step!

He appeared beside Fang Xi, his palm like a divine weapon, reaching for Fang Xi's waist.

At this moment, even if Fang Xi noticed, he had lost the initiative, his fingers still a foot away from the opponent's palm!

Thwack!

A miraculous scene unfolded!

Linghu Yang was struck by a heavy blow and swiftly retreated.

"This is. . ."

He raised his hand and looked at his palm, seeing a red mark there, almost bleeding.

"This is my secret technique — Innate Formless Sword Qi!"

Fang Xi replied loudly, yet grumbling to himself: "As expected of a body cultivator equivalent to Qi Refinement middle-stage. This physique is quite formidable; my spirit farmer's weed-clearing spell almost couldn't break through his defense. . ."

Linghu Yang was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered: "You're trying to deceive me! Do you think you're a True Vigor Martial Saint, capable of harming others with True Vigor leaving your body? If you were a Grandmaster, I would have already died. . ."

"You're right!"

Fang Xi nodded, again confirming there were no living people around: "Then. . . it's time for me to go all out!"

"All out?"

Linghu Yang was a bit confused.

After all, their earlier exchange had already confirmed that the opponent was only at the True Force martial artist level.

Perhaps outstanding within that level, even surpassing a section's true value, but definitely no match for him!

In a life-or-death battle, one cannot conceal their strength!

However, the next moment, he saw Fang Xi opposite him, like a charlatan, pull out a yellow talisman, and then. . . tear it? !

CRACK!

Suddenly, a terrifying chill descended.

Linghu Yang's face was filled with shock. He was about to dodge but found that his legs had, at some unknown point, become covered in a layer of ice, sticking him firmly to the ground.

"Take this palm!"

Fang Xi roared, unleashing a full-power palm strike.

Linghu Yang traced a circle with his hands, focusing his defense, when suddenly his martial artist's intuition sensed extreme danger. A sound like tearing bones came from his neck, and he snapped his head to the side.

Thwack!

A dark light ambushed him from behind, narrowly avoiding a vital spot but slashing a large gash on his shoulder.

"This. . . this is. . ."

Linghu Yang paid no attention to his injury. He gazed at the Green Reaping Sword hovering beside Fang Xi, his expression filled with utter shock: "This. . . how is this possible?"

Martial artists in this world simply could not cultivate immortality.

To everyone, immortals were merely characters in fictional stories.

But at this moment, he seemed to have seen a true "Sword Immortal"!

Linghu Yang's expression suddenly turned fanatical: "There seems to be no enmity between us. You came to find me probably to leave the city. . . I have a way. I can teach you, and we can leave together, as long as you tell me what all this truly is about?"

"Leave the city?"

Fang Xi chuckled. However, from an ordinary person's perspective, considering Linghu Yang had just announced a way to leave the city, and then Yuan He Mountain was attacked, it was indeed easy to connect the two.

"No. . . I'm just here for your martial arts. " He shook his head.

"As long as you teach me your method of controlling a flying sword, I will offer the Yuan He Five Thunder Hand with both hands!"

Linghu Yang replied without hesitation.

This was a truly ruthless individual. For greater gains, so-called sect allegiances, secret traditions. . . he dismissed them without a second thought.

"No need, I will naturally obtain the information I desire."

Fang Xi looked at Linghu Yang, then suddenly frowned: "Your injuries. . . they're healing rather quickly."

Linghu Yang fell silent for a moment, then casually ripped apart his long robe.

On his bare chest, there were indeed black, tadpole-like runes, now swirling around his wound, like a seal.

Within the black rune seal, the gash on his shoulder was rapidly healing.

"Curse-bound person?"

Fang Xi furrowed his brows: "No. . . you can even slightly utilize demonic curse power?"

"Demonic curse power. . . it transcends martial arts power. Mortals can hardly grasp it, unless they use a large amount of a martial artist's essence blood to temporarily suppress it. This is also a secret art of my Yuan He Mountain!"

Linghu Yang pulled out a small bottle and swallowed all the brown essence blood within, his face gaining a deeper crimson hue: "This is the way to leave the city. . . The Demonic Tree only blocks ordinary people, but it won't intentionally block its own kind. . . As long as we transform into conscious demons, we can naturally escape!"

"So you've been extensively capturing martial artists just to refine their essence blood? To suppress the curse power within you? " Fang Xi's left hand slipped into his sleeve, secretly gripping something: "What about that Jiao Wu Chang who ambushed me?"

"He's dead. . . After all, there's been too little essence blood recently, and I can feel the Demonic Tree gradually encroaching upon my consciousness. . . " Linghu Yang smiled: "How about it? I've avenged you, haven't I? Can this be the basis for our cooperation?"

"You are indeed even more cold-blooded than I am! And you have no bottom line! " Fang Xi's expression returned to calm: "Unfortunately, when I came to this world, I once swore an oath to fight the most ruthless individuals, and you are quite suitable!"

"That is truly regrettable!"

The curse marks on Linghu Yang's chest spread rapidly, soon covering his entire body.

Suddenly!

The earth behind Fang Xi exploded, and roots, like spear tips, burst forth in a dense volley!

This was a power Linghu Yang gained after turning into a half-demon!

If it were an ordinary True Vigor martial master, they might suffer a great loss if caught off guard!

But Fang Xi had been guarding against Linghu Yang all along!

Clank clank clank!

The Earth Spear Formation thrust towards Fang Xi's back, piercing his clothes, but then it was firmly blocked by a layer of golden light, unable to advance an inch!

In Fang Xi's hand, a talisman was rapidly depleting.

—Goldenlight Cover Talisman!

"You always surprise me! " Linghu Yang looked at the golden light, deep in thought.

Fang Xi, at this moment, extended a finger.

Whoosh!

The Green Reaping Sword transformed into a green beam of light, piercing out like a bolt of silk.

"Secret Technique: Five Thunders Annihilation!"

Linghu Yang roared, sparks of electricity seemingly flaring between his hands, like lightning and flint, as he snapped them together in the middle, actually seizing the sword's edge!

A terrifying burst of True Vigor caused the Green Reaping Sword to let out mournful cries.

"Damn, body cultivators are troublesome!"

Fang Xi could see that the Green Reaping Sword had torn through Linghu Yang's flesh but was firmly stuck by the bone, unable to advance an inch.

The opponent's True Vigor even formed rings of threads, like a silkworm's cocoon, trying to sever his connection with the Green Reaping Sword.

"If this person were born in the South Barrens Cultivation World, he might truly forge a great career!"

Watching this scene, Fang Xi sighed with emotion, but his resolve to kill only grew stronger.

He shook his right hand, revealing another talisman he had kept as a trump card.

The surface of this talisman flickered with sparks, flowing like lightning.

The moment it appeared, it exuded a terrifying aura.

First-order mid-grade — Little Thunder Talisman!

"Go!"

Fang Xi injected his magic power into the talisman, pointing it at Linghu Yang.

RUMBLE!

Thunder erupted from flat ground!

A green bolt of lightning appeared, carrying terrifying power, instantly striking Linghu Yang, charring his entire body black and causing him to shriek miserably. He had clearly suffered extremely severe injuries.

"The Little Thunder Talisman is not only a first-order mid-grade talisman, but it's also lightning-attributed. It might have a special bonus against demons!"

Seeing this, Fang Xi was deep in thought, his movements swift: "Go!"

The unhindered Green Reaping Sword moved freely, and in an instant, it severed Linghu Yang's hands and feet.

"Ah!"

The man shrieked once, then completely lost consciousness.

Fang Xi went over to examine him, and saw that at the site of the injuries, faint flesh buds were still emerging, and black, tadpole-like runes stubbornly continued to heal his wounds, preserving his last shred of life!

"This demonic curse power is truly remarkable."

After a sigh of emotion, Fang Xi grabbed Linghu Yang, who had been reduced to a limbless torso, and swiftly departed.

He needed to find a safe place to slowly interrogate him using the 'Soul Confusion Art'.

This man had gone completely deranged in his desire to escape the city, even harming martial artists from his own side.

Fang Xi would not feel the slightest psychological burden regardless of how he dealt with him.

Chapter 33: Breakthrough and Transaction (Please collect)

Black Stone City.

Inside an abandoned, uninhabited residence.

Fang Xi, with his hands clasped behind his back, gazed at Linghu Yang, who had already been subjected to the 'Soul Bewitchment Art' and fallen unconscious.

This person's memories were quite a treasure trove.

It wasn't just the True Vigor Martial Master chapter of the 'Five Thunders Extremity Transformation Hand'!

There was also the method of 'Demonic Seed Implantation,' and various secrets of Yuan He Mountain, all of which greatly broadened Fang Xi's horizons.

"What a pity. . . the so-called 'Demonic Seed Implantation', using a martial artist's essence blood, could only slightly suppress it. . . In the end, they would still turn into monsters completely devoid of reason."

"Linghu Yang's situation was like this, merely drinking poison to quench thirst, or perhaps. . . trapped within the demonic domain, he had already fallen into complete despair and had no choice but to fight with his life on the line?"

"This person's Dao-seeking heart was exceptionally firm, unfortunately, his luck wasn't very good. . ."

Fang Xi fell silent for a moment, then raised a finger and flicked out a spark.

The spark landed on Linghu Yang's body, and instantly transformed into a raging inferno, devouring him whole and turning him into ashes. . .

...

Fang Xi paid it no mind, walked into the courtyard, and began grilling Taisui meat.

As he ate the meat, the secret manual of the 'Five Thunders Extremity Transformation Hand' appeared in his mind, every word incredibly clear, like lustrous pearls floating within his heart.

"The Five Thunders Extremity Transformation Hand is Yuan He Mountain's sect-guarding cultivation method; even Linghu Yang only obtained a fragmented portion. . . Moreover, through his descriptions, it's difficult for me to sketch out a complete Divine Intent Diagram, lacking the most fundamental element — Intent!"

The Divine Intent Diagram of the Five Thunders Extremity Transformation Hand was naturally not on Linghu Yang, nor in Black Stone City, but rather in Yuan He Mountain and strictly guarded.

At this moment, Fang Xi was simply out of reach.

However, he didn't feel it was a loss.

After all, his foundation wasn't built on the True Force cultivated from Yuan He Mountain's orthodox martial arts!

By constantly blending martial arts and cultivating other third-rate martial arts, he had already barely managed to make True Force cover his entire body, refining his strength into his marrow!

Normally, True Vigor would naturally generate in a few months or several years.

Now, he merely wanted to accelerate this process.

Thus, some of the techniques and tricks from the Five Thunders Extremity Transformation Hand were still very useful.

"Using True Force to stimulate different acupoints can accelerate the process of True Vigor generation. . . Brilliant! '"

Fang Xi recalled a secret technique, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Only those at the peak of True Force can attempt to cultivate this; a slight mistake will lead to paralysis at best, and death at worst. . . Who knows how many people Yuan He Mountain killed to create this secret technique. . . '"

He devoured the Taisui meat in large mouthfuls and abruptly stood up.

Boom!

Layer upon layer of cultivation methods circulated within Fang Xi, terrifying True Force enveloping his entire body, causing his joints to crackle like exploding beans, his physique steadily growing taller, as if he was transforming into some terrifying demon. . .

"I reached the peak of True Force long ago. . . '"

"Five Thunders Extremity Transformation, Big Dipper Body Forging! '"

Fang Xi let out a low cry, his right hand flitting like a butterfly amidst flowers, continuously tapping several special points on his body.

Suddenly.

His face flushed crimson, feeling the circulation of True Force within his body accelerate once more, to a terrifying degree.

Even Fang Xi's body could barely withstand it, as beads of blood seeped from his pores.

'This brutal training method, if Mu Cang Long were to try it, he would likely train himself to death midway because his foundation is insufficient! '

Fang Xi thought to himself, his Divine Consciousness observing internally, controlling the True Force throughout his body still with ease.

He possessed an extra Divine Consciousness compared to martial artists, allowing him to control his body with the utmost subtlety, reaching the realm of 'Minute Control,' a convenience that even Yuan He Mountain's martial artists found hard to enjoy.

What's more, Fang Xi had also consumed a Blood Qi Pill, breaking past the limits of the human body and causing his blood-qi to surge once more, making him practically a genius of Blood-Qi Martial Arts!

The accumulation of these various favorable factors allowed him to disregard many limitations, progressing at a speed that would leave even Linghu Yang dumbfounded.

Time passed little by little.

One hour, two hours, six hours later. . .

Fang Xi's entire body suddenly jolted!

A layer of blood scabs peeled off, revealing pristine, smooth skin beneath.

"True Vigor. . . it's done!"

His eyes lit up as he felt a special power emerging from his internal organs and bone marrow.

This power was a mixture of White Cloud Palm, Red Snake Leg, Iron Cloth Skill, Heaven-Gazing Earth-Listening Skill, and a small portion of the True Force from the Five Thunders Extremity Transformation Hand, yet it was completely different.

Moreover. . . its intensity far surpassed True Force!

And it carried a profound and mysterious. . . vitality!

"No. . . not vitality, but the distinction between True Vigor and True Force, True Vigor can carry special attributes! '"

Fang Xi gazed at his right hand, circulated his True Vigor, and pressed it against a wall.

Crash!

Suddenly, the entire wall collapsed, the broken edges twisted beyond recognition, and even carried faint traces of charring. . .

"The True Vigor cultivated by the Five Thunders Extremity Transformation Hand is called — Five Thunder Vigor! When it strikes an enemy, it can slightly paralyze them, and upon grand completion, it can even deter demons! '"

Recalling Linghu Yang's description, Fang Xi then looked at his own vigor and knew that what he had cultivated was absolutely not Five Thunder Vigor!

"To mix third-rate martial arts and achieve the True Vigor Martial Master realm, there are probably very few in the entire world who can do that. . . After becoming a Martial Master, my True Force has merged into True Vigor, carrying the effects of various True Forces. '"

From the collapsed wall, Fang Xi saw the twisting vigor of Red Snake Leg, the poisonous vigor of White Cloud Palm, and even a trace of lightning vigor attached. . .

"Within a single palm strike, multiple effects can be attached! '"

"This vigor shall be named — Primal Chaos Vigor! '"

Fang Xi gently nodded, naming his brand-new martial art: "'Therefore. . . my current cultivation method can be named Primal Chaos Thunderclap. . . Forget it, let's just call it the 'Primal Chaos True Art' instead! '"

He could clearly feel that under the influence of Primal Chaos Vigor, his previously somewhat fragile internal organs had undergone a new round of strengthening.

Now, he could already rival a second-stage Body Cultivator, which was equivalent to a mid-stage Qi Refinement body cultivator.

"Having reached this point, Spirit Farmer spells can't even break my defense, and ordinary early- or mid-stage Qi Refinement spells might not even kill me if they hit directly. . . My survival capability has greatly increased. '"

"Finally. . . I can finally dabble in the business of cross-world profiteering. '"

Fang Xi's eyes reddened, and he almost shed tears.

He cultivated his Longevity Art every day, but his progress was practically as slow as a snail's crawl.

However, Fang Xi knew very well that practicing martial arts had no future, and he still had to cultivate immortality!

Cultivating martial arts now was merely to quickly gain strength and secure resources for immortal cultivation!

"Facts prove that my choice was completely correct. . . After only a few months of martial arts training, I gained strength comparable to mid-stage Qi Refinement! '"

"If I hadn't practiced martial arts and instead painstakingly cultivated the Longevity Art with all my might every day, I would still be at Qi Refinement third level now, with limited strength improvement! '"

"What's more. . . in the South Barrens Cultivation World, to advance to second-stage Body Cultivation would require at least a hundred Spirit Stones in resources. How could I possibly produce that much? '"

"Now, it's equivalent to earning a hundred Spirit Stones in just a few months! Truly a cause for joy, a cause for joy! '"

Fang Xi looked up at the demon tree, towering like a mountain, the joy on his face gradually receding: "'Time to run. . . '"

If he waited for the demon tree to advance, that would truly be joy turning to sorrow.

Thinking of this, Fang Xi didn't hesitate and circulated his movement technique.

Whoosh!

With a light leap, he soared across five to six zhang and landed on a rooftop.

"My movement technique has also greatly improved compared to before! '"

Fang Xi nodded lightly, fixed his direction, and headed towards the market district of the West City Gate.

...

West City Gate.

After some time had passed, the environment here looked even worse.

Any passerby looked like a skeleton, as if they would collapse at any moment.

Fang Xi, with his face covered, entered the market district and saw the prices plummeting once again.

His heart remained unperturbed. He arrived at Han Pang Zi's shop and pushed the door open to enter.

"Brother!"

The meat mountain, having shrunk again, had actually barely regained a semblance of a human.

Han Pang Zi let out a wail, seeming to want to pounce and hug Fang Xi's leg, his voice thick with tears: "'If you didn't come soon, Old Han was going to starve to the point of eating people! '"

"Hold on!"

Fang Xi waved a hand, a little surprised: "'Didn't I trade a large batch of grain with you before? How did it end up like this? '"

"You don't understand the hunger of a starving man. . . ' Han Pang Zi poured out his grievances: "'Old Han here has already cut back to only five meals a day. . . The key is there's still a Taisui, and I have a bunch of subordinates and family members too, these are all major expenses! '"

"Oh!"

Fang Xi nodded thoughtfully.

That's right, Han Pang Zi, by himself, couldn't possibly support a black market trading shop.

Moreover, he wasn't a transmigrator and didn't suddenly appear in this world, so he naturally had family and friends to take care of.

"Brother, you've finally come. . . I have eight martial arts manuals here, every single one a masterpiece, and there's even Old Han's own 'Heaven Devouring Art'. . . I've truly brought out everything from the bottom of my chest! Each one is only eight hundred, no, five hundred jin of grain! ' Han Pang Zi extended five fingers and stared pitifully at Fang Xi."

Unexpectedly, Fang Xi shook his head: "'I no longer lack True Force secret manuals. '"

"What? '"

Han Pang Zi was struck as if by lightning. The enormous meat mountain plopped back down, still causing a small tremor, and he said dejectedly: "'What do you want? Even if you want my six concubines, it's negotiable! '"

"Your concubines? '"

Fang Xi glanced at Han Pang Zi with disdain, but secretly admired him at the same time.

Some people, even in an apocalypse, can live quite comfortably.

"My concubines are all as beautiful as flowers and jade. . . Especially Little Peach Red, she was once a renowned beauty and courtesan queen in Black Stone City back in the day! I only need a thousand jin of grain from you, this deal isn't a loss. ' Han Pang Zi, seeing Fang Xi seemed interested, quickly introduced."

"Old Han. '"

Fang Xi's voice turned calm and serious: "'No need for jokes, let's make a trade. . . Do you want to get out? '"

"Get out? Get out of this demonic domain? ' Han Pang Zi's eyes narrowed, squeezed into mere slits by the surrounding fat."

But from within the slits, a dangerous glint emerged: "'You can get out? It's not that swindler Linghu Yang's channel, is it? What do you want? '"

"Don't worry, I'm not Linghu Yang. ' Fang Xi secretly admired Han Pang Zi's well-informedness."

Linghu Yang was a swindler; that was something he only learned after soul-bewitching him.

Even if one underwent demonic seed implantation like him and transformed into half a demon, the probability of getting out of the city was still only fifty-fifty!

"I only need one thing from you, and I'll take you out! ' Fang Xi's gaze also sharpened: "'It is. . . Taisui! '"

"How bold of you, to dare ask for Old Han's lifeblood! '"

Han Pang Zi roared in fury, and the entire meat mountain exploded outwards with a rumble!

Boom!

A terrifying surge of blood-qi shot up into the sky.

The entire meat mountain moved, transforming into a punch like Mount Tai pressing down, and smashed down with a crash!

Chapter 34: Taisui (Seeking Recommendations)

Han Pang Zi, who could thrive in the black market and even nearly monopolize the demon beast meat business, naturally possessed some skill!

The "Swallowing Heaven Art" he cultivated was hailed as supreme for accumulating blood-qi, and his plump flesh now seemed to have transformed entirely into muscle, containing boundless True Force that almost surpassed Fang Xi's power before his breakthrough!

Moreover, in that overwhelming punch, his several-hundred-pound body also added a terrifying thrust!

"Not bad, not bad. Your martial arts are stronger than Chunyu's and Jiao Wu Chang's, second only to Linghu Yang!"

Fang Xi laughed heartily, sending out a palm strike.

Bang!

The entire small wooden hut shook, and a large amount of dust rustled down.

Han Pang Zi flew back at an even faster speed, landing heavily on the ground!

Thud!

A large pit appeared on the ground, and all the furniture in the wooden hut shattered.

Han Pang Zi, eyes wide and heedless of his injuries, muttered, "True Vigor? You actually broke through to Martial Master? How is that possible?"

The other party had clearly collected and practiced so many third-rate martial arts, yet could still break through to Martial Master – this was simply unbelievable!

"Haha, perhaps my martial arts foundation is strong enough, or I'm just exceptionally talented."

Fang Xi chuckled in response.

"Indeed. . . in the Great Thousand World, there are always some individuals whose appearance is meant to break conventional logic."

Han Pang Zi awkwardly scrambled to his feet, his large hands like cattail-leaf fans, patting off the dust.

"It sounds like you've seen such people? " Fang Xi grew a little interested.

"During my travels, I've merely heard of a few. . . it's nothing. " Han Pang Zi waved his hand, then asked seriously, "I'll give you Taisui, and you'll take me out?"

"Exactly!"

Fang Xi nodded.

In the Da Liang world, he felt that demon beast meat was currently the most likely thing to be accepted by the Green Bamboo Mountain market.

Of course, True Force secret manuals might fetch a higher price, but Fang Xi would absolutely not release them; those were his trump cards!

Han Pang Zi's eyes narrowed slightly. "Deal! But I want to bring my whole family."

"Coincidentally, I also need to bring some people."

Fang Xi nodded. "However, since you've added a condition, I must add one too: give me the Taisui right now!"

"Alright!"

Han Pang Zi narrowed his small eyes, then suddenly tumbled to the corner of the wooden hut, his two large hands digging like shovels.

A moment later, he dug out a white sphere, then tossed it over: "Here you go!"

Fang Xi took it, discovering it was a sphere of flesh. The wounds from where meat had previously been cut off had surprisingly mostly healed.

"This Taisui, Old Han discovered it with great difficulty back then; it's a unique demon beast with little aggression, but its self-healing ability and growth rate are extremely strong! As long as you feed it enough food and water every day, it will grow flesh rapidly. . ."

Han Pang Zi's old face was twitching.

Fang Xi pressed it, finding the Taisui soft and squishy, with an excellent texture.

Furthermore, the meat quality was the same as what he usually ate, so he nodded. "When it's time to leave, I'll send you a message. You know where to find me!"

He didn't believe that Han Pang Zi didn't know his identity.

After all. . . the wooden token from their first transaction was a key clue.

"White Cloud Martial Arts Hall, huh? I understand. . ."

Han Pang Zi slumped back down, appearing utterly dispirited and forlorn.

But for the sake of survival, there was nothing else he could do.

...

At the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall's compound.

Mu Cang Long looked at a letter in his hand, a cold smile appearing on his face. "Three Flowers Martial Arts Hall, they're anxious. . ."

"Father, what's going on?"

Mu Piao Miao looked at her father.

"Before, Yuan He Mountain had a way to get out of the city. These martial arts halls eagerly went to them, sending grain, secret manuals, women. . . Who knew that just a few days later, Yuan He Mountain was targeted and hunted down? And now. . . someone boldly went to the Yuan He Mountain compound, only to find that Yuan He Mountain was already empty. . ."

Mu Cang Long coldly chuckled as he put down the letter. "Now they're out of options, so they're calling for a martial arts hall alliance, but they've set their sights on our savings."

"Hmph, a bunch of bastards! " Mu Piao Miao's cheeks flushed with anger.

"Forget it, people are always like this. Originally, some martial hall masters even wanted to brazenly turn hostile, but they quieted down after seeing your Eldest Senior Brother's iron stake training. . ."

Mu Cang Long was somewhat pleased.

His own disciple, reaching the peak of True Force at such a young age, truly brought him honor.

Alas. . . their path forward was already set.

This was the sorrow of cultivating third-rate martial arts.

"Mas. . . Master! This is bad. . ."

Just then, Hao Lan stumbled in, his face full of panic.

"What happened? " Mu Cang Long, unfazed by the crisis, shouted.

"Someone is challenging the hall!"

Hao Lan regained his breath a little, then continued, "It's Zheng Tian Bao!"

"Zheng Tian Bao?"

Mu Cang Long was startled.

He had, of course, heard of the other party's reputation.

This Zheng Tian Bao was a lone martial artist, skilled in 'Flying Cloud Skill,' unique in his movement techniques. His actions were both righteous and evil, and his strength was extremely fearsome, with a record of escaping from a True Vigor Martial Master!

The crucial thing was, this person wasn't a martial hall master, so why had he come?

"Let's go, take a look!"

Mu Cang Long steadied himself and walked to the entrance, finding all the disciples of the martial hall had come out.

Tang Xuan and Liu Tao Tao gathered together, anxiously looking at the person outside the gate.

That person wore a black robe, was tall and slender, with a slightly pointed chin that gave him a sharp, mean impression. It was none other than Zheng Tian Bao!

Beside Zheng Tian Bao, there were also several martial hall masters.

Mu Cang Long recognized them after a brief glance and immediately became furious: "Three Flowers Martial Arts Hall's Xu Ming Jue, Red Rock Martial Arts Hall's Zhang Tian Ba. . . you actually invited an outsider to make a move?"

"Hehe, Hall Master Mu, that statement isn't right. We merely heard that a martial artist wanted to challenge your esteemed disciple, so we specifically came to watch the show."

Zhang Tian Ba looked coarse, but his thoughts were insidious, earning him the nickname 'Poisonous Snake. ' He said with a grin.

They had long coveted the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall's resources, but they were wary of the martial hall having two martial artists, especially Fang Xi, whose True Force seemed almost inhuman.

This time, they steeled their resolve, attached themselves to Zheng Tian Bao, and came together to cause trouble!

"If you wish to challenge, please wait. Our Eldest Senior Brother is not here."

Liu Tao Tao blurted out.

"Hehe, no matter, no matter. . . if he's not here, we'll just wait. Even waiting ten or eight days is fine, we'll just have to trouble Hall Master Mu to host us."

Zheng Tian Bao laughed heartily, about to step into the martial hall.

To put it bluntly, he was also persuaded because he didn't have enough food.

After all, True Force martial artists, with their abundant blood-qi, had equally terrifying appetites!

"Naturally!"

Mu Cang Long's cheeks twitched slightly as he looked at the group of disciples following behind Zhang Tian Ba, secretly lamenting in his heart.

At this rate, they were practically going to eat the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall out of house and home!

...

When Fang Xi returned, this was the scene that greeted him.

"What? Is our martial hall planning to open a communal canteen?"

He looked at the several martial artists who had already started ransacking the kitchen, feeling somewhat speechless.

In the past, these high and mighty martial artists would never have presented such an amusing sight.

They were even fighting over a single pot of rice!

"You're Fang Xi?"

Zheng Tian Bao put down his bowl and chopsticks, laughing heartily, "We've come to challenge the hall; shouldn't your master host us?"

"I've seen plenty of beggars, but this is the first time I've seen someone freeload their way to this extent."

Fang Xi nodded, his figure appearing abruptly before Zheng Tian Bao.

"What? !"

Zheng Tian Bao was greatly alarmed.

His Flying Cloud Skill originally focused on movement techniques, yet he was outmaneuvered by this young man!

"Since you've come, don't leave!"

Fang Xi casually slapped out a palm.

Zheng Tian Bao raised his arm to block.

Crack!

In an instant, he felt as if that palm strike carried multiple forces!

There was a poisonous force, a twisting force, and even a lightning force. . . leaving half his body numb.

Thump!

The next moment, Fang Xi broke Zheng Tian Bao's arm and sent him flying.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Tian Ba's rice bowl slipped from his hand in fright, crashing to the ground and instantly shattering into pieces. . .

...

Half an hour later.

"Junior Brother, you really. . . became a Martial Master?"

Mu Piao Miao recalled Fang Xi's formidable display moments ago, how he defeated Zhang Tian Ba and the others in just a few moves, and couldn't help but gaze at him with shining eyes.

"Yes!"

Fang Xi smiled and nodded, confirming it.

"Good!"

Mu Cang Long let out a loud cry, his tiger eyes filled with tears. "My White Cloud Martial Arts Hall. . . actually produced a Martial Master! Third-rate martial arts are indeed not a dead end! What are you all still standing around for?"

Chastised by him, Hao Lan, Liu Tao Tao, and the others quickly bowed, loudly saying, "Congratulations, Eldest Senior Brother, on breaking through to True Vigor and achieving Martial Master!"

"It was just a stroke of luck for me."

Fang Xi knew well how difficult it was for martial artists in this native world, who practiced third-rate martial arts, to achieve a breakthrough.

Except for those peerless geniuses who were born with extraordinary talent, whom Heaven itself fed, others could only cheat like him.

He glanced around, and after ensuring all irrelevant individuals had been sent away, his voice became serious. "Master Mu. . . now we should consider how to get out."

"Get out? Easier said than done. " Mu Cang Long let out a bitter laugh. "Linghu Yang once said he had a way, but later Yuan He Mountain was destroyed by others. . ."

As he spoke, he looked at Fang Xi, feeling that this disciple was likely the one who had made the move.

But Mu Cang Long was a smart man; he said nothing.

Fang Xi also appreciated the other's attitude and said, "I once met a Daoist who told me that I would fall into a death tribulation in the future, and only a single spirit talisman could resolve it. . . So, I spent ten thousand taels of gold to buy that spirit talisman from him. . . Thinking about it now, it might be meant for today."

"Ten thousand taels of gold? ! " Mu Cang Long's mouth twitched, but he felt that it was exactly the kind of thing this disciple would do!

After all, the pills worth a thousand taels of gold from before were also bought by him!

"Where is that spirit talisman? " Mu Piao Miao truly believed him and quickly pressed for an answer.

"At my old residence, I'll go back tomorrow and look for it. . ."

Fang Xi yawned.

Once he accumulated enough Spirit Stones and bought an 'Array Breaking Talisman,' that would naturally be when he "found" it. . .

Chapter 35: Selling Meat (Seeking Collection)

Green Bamboo Mountain Market.

Fang Xi specifically activated his ‘Primordial Unity True Art’ to transform into a masked burly man, carrying tens of pounds of Taisui meat, and entered the market.

This Taisui meat, of course, was cut from the one he had in the Da Liang world.

As for the Taisui itself?

It had been settled in the Da Liang world.

Anyway, this demon was just like a plant demon—it had little to no aggressiveness and was too lazy to move, making it very easy to raise!

As for bringing the Taisui to the cultivation world?

Fang Xi had once entertained this thought, but it was quickly dismissed.

The Taisui was, after all, a demon. He couldn't be entirely sure it didn't possess intelligence.

Once its existence was revealed, it would be too dangerous.

Fang Xi walked past numerous market buildings, stopping before a shop.

On the golden plaque, the three characters "Hundred Arts Tower" were written with bold, sweeping strokes, like dragons soaring and phoenixes dancing.

In the Green Bamboo Mountain Market, the Pill Cauldron Pavilion specialized in selling pills, the Heavenly Talisman Hall sold talismans, the Thousand Mechanisms Hall primarily dealt with cultivation techniques and even puppets, the Drunken Immortal Pavilion was a place where female cultivators conducted business, and the Ming Qing Pavilion was a refined establishment for drinking tea and listening to music.

And the Hundred Arts Tower, on the other hand, sold everything imaginable, a true general store, and at the same time, it consistently purchased various spirit items.

Fang Xi's target was this very establishment!

"Setting up a stall myself is too slow and too eye-catching. . ."

"Selling to a street vendor might fetch a higher price, but I could easily get scammed, or even be targeted. . ."

"Compared to that, a large business has slightly better credibility. At the very least, they wouldn't try to harm me over a few or even a dozen Spirit Stones. . ."

Of course, if his accumulated Spirit Stones reached hundreds or thousands in the future, then no merchant's credibility would be reliable, and they might even be the first to make a move!

After all, it was a question of what was worth it and what wasn't.

A few Spirit Stones weren't worth sacrificing the Hundred Arts Tower's reputation, but a few thousand or ten thousand Spirit Stones? Even if it meant the power behind them personally smashing their own plaque, they probably wouldn't hesitate much.

It was precisely because he understood this point that Fang Xi insisted on waiting until he had reached the second stage of Body Cultivation before engaging in this business.

Those who would dare to make a move on him for a few or a dozen Spirit Stones would at most be Qi Refinement mid-stage cultivators. . . At least he would still have the power to defend himself!

Upon entering the Hundred Arts Tower, a shop assistant immediately greeted him: "Fellow Daoist. . ."

"I'm here to sell demon beast meat!"

Fang Xi heavily slammed the Taisui meat onto the counter, his voice hoarse, his demeanor crude, and carrying a distinct murderous aura.

This was no mere disguise. Although he was still a "little white rabbit" in the cultivation world, in Da Liang, he already had quite a few human lives on his hands, so his temperament was naturally different.

"Alright, please wait a moment!"

The assistant hurried to the back to fetch the shopkeeper.

Cultivators capable of hunting demon beasts were all ruthless individuals! Even if their cultivation seemed low on the surface, they could be disguised experts!

Not long after, a male cultivator, dressed in sky-blue brocade embroidered with golden coins, emerged. He appeared to be around forty years old, his plump face full of benevolent smiles: "Fellow Daoist wishes to sell demon beast meat? I am Qi Liu, one of the shopkeepers of the Hundred Arts Tower. May I examine it first?"

"Please!"

Feeling the unfathomable spiritual energy fluctuations of the other party, who was a late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator, Fang Xi's heart subtly tensed as he gestured.

Qi Liu's expression also became solemn. He opened the package and saw the pale white Taisui meat.

He first formed a hand seal and cast a spell to test for poison.

Then, with a hint of uncertainty, he took out a bronze mirror and shined it on the Taisui meat.

Buzz!

A faint white light emerged from the bronze mirror.

Qi Liu nodded and said: "Fellow Daoist, please look. . . this is our shop's special artifact for appraising demon beast meat. The color represents the grade: white is first-order Qi Refinement level, blue is Foundation Establishment demon beast. . . The number of rings represents strength: one ring means comparable to early-stage Qi Refinement, two rings mid-stage, three rings late-stage. . . The demon beast you hunted barely qualifies as low-grade first-order. . . And according to my spell's calculation, this meat is skewed towards wood-attribute, and greatly nourishes blood-qi. Is this correct?"

"Indeed, Shopkeeper, your insight is keen," Fang Xi acknowledged with a nod.

The Taisui was a fungus, which could barely be classified as skewed towards wood-attribute.

As for its strength? It was even more laughable; classifying it as low-grade first-order was definitely no exaggeration.

"Hehe. . . " Qi Liu chuckled with a hint of pride, then some confusion: "Please forgive my poor judgment, but I cannot discern what species this demon beast is."

With that, he looked at Fang Xi, his eyes filled with inquiry.

"Well, I don't recognize it either. It's probably some hybrid or mutated species. . ."

Fang Xi's heart skipped a beat, but he answered calmly.

"Hmm, the cultivation world is so vast; even I cannot recognize all demon beast species, a pity indeed. . ."

There were many strange demon beasts in the cultivation world, so Shopkeeper Qi Liu didn't press the matter too much. After thinking for a moment, he quoted a price: "This demon beast meat. . . how does the esteemed guest wish to sell it?"

The crucial part had arrived. Fang Xi simply laughed: "According to market rates, low-grade first-order demon beast meat is one Spirit Crystal per jin!"

"Haha. . . When our tower acquires goods, it's naturally at a price lower than the market rate. " Qi Liu smiled faintly: "However. . . seeing as it's Fellow Daoist's first time trading at our tower, I'll give you face. Ying Song!"

The young assistant immediately stepped forward, weighed the demon beast meat separately, and reported the amount: "A total of sixty-seven jin, valued at six Spirit Stones and seven Spirit Crystals."

He then promptly produced six colorful Spirit Stones and a few fragmented Spirit Crystals, handing them to Fang Xi.

Fang Xi looked at the scene, even needing to use his Primordial Unity Vigor to keep himself from trembling.

Heaven help him!

When had he ever possessed so many Spirit Stones?

His original body, after a year of farming and various sporadic incomes, only managed two or three Spirit Stones a year!

If not for the lack of Spirit Stones, how could his cultivation have remained stagnant, and why would he have neglected the cultivation world's body cultivation techniques to instead learn Blood-Qi Martial Arts?

It was all because of one word—poverty!

Now, he finally saw so many Spirit Stones!

Fortunately, Fang Xi knew he was currently in a den of wolves. He casually tucked the Spirit Stones into his embrace and laughed heartily: "Shopkeeper is truly straightforward!"

As he was about to leave, Qi Liu's voice reached his ears: "Wait!"

"What is it? Does Shopkeeper Qi have any further instructions?"

Fang Xi's eyes narrowed slightly, his Primordial Unity Vigor already gathered in his palm.

At such close range, even if the opponent was a great master at late-stage Qi Refinement, they would suffer if they encountered a body cultivator!

"Hehe. . . nothing at all. I merely wished to ask, Fellow Daoist, if you have more of this demon beast meat? If so, please don't forget to favor our humble shop with your future business."

Qi Liu smiled amiably as he escorted Fang Xi out of the Hundred Arts Tower, bowing as he watched him depart.

Once Fang Xi's figure disappeared into the crowd, Ying Song leaned in: "Sixth Uncle. . . did I misjudge just now? That cultivator doesn't even have a storage bag, perhaps he just stumbled upon that demon beast corpse by pure luck. . . And, the price of one Spirit Stone per ten jin of meat is a bit too high. . ."

"Hehe, you're my nephew, that's why I'm looking out for you. You still have much to learn."

Qi Liu smiled as he returned to the counter, examining the Taisui meat: "Although this demon beast meat is only low-grade first-order, it is surprisingly pure and greatly supplements blood-qi. If sold to body cultivators, it would fetch at least one Spirit Stone for five jin! As for whether that person got lucky or is a truly ruthless individual, what does it matter to me? A single demon beast at most yields a few hundred jin of meat. Are we to ruin the reputation of our Hundred Arts Tower for a mere few dozen Spirit Stones? If we dared to do such a thing, our family wouldn't let us off!"

"Sixth Uncle is right! " Ying Song said with a look of being enlightened.

Qi Liu looked in the direction Fang Xi had left, a thought unsaid.

When the other party had approached earlier, even he had felt a sense of trepidation. This customer, despite his seemingly low cultivation, might have cultivated some profound breath-concealing technique; he was definitely a tough nut to crack!

To provoke such an individual for a low-grade first-order demon beast? He wasn't that foolish!

...

"Was I too cautious?"

After visiting several different places and changing his appearance multiple times, Fang Xi exited the market, his heart still pounding with lingering apprehension.

There was no helping it. He could be so reckless in Da Liang because he knew no one could defeat him there.

But in the South Barrens Cultivation World, he was so timid because he knew there were too many people who *could* defeat him!

Fortunately, after leaving the market, Fang Xi continued walking for a distance, feigning indifference, and no bandit cultivators suddenly jumped out to kill him and seize his treasures.

Seeing this, he immediately discarded his outer coat, changed into a spirit farmer's attire, and returned to the shack area.

Then, Fang Xi prepared to find Chen Ping to repay his debt and, while he was at it, inquire where he could buy barrier-breaking talismans.

"Speaking of which, I befriended Chen Ping back then, hoping to broaden my channels for selling supplies from Da Liang. . ."

"But now, his channels are still quite weak. That mere Jiu Xuan Shang Ren is practically poorer than me!"

"Only that Di Qi offers some hope. . . Next time I hunt other demon beasts, I might consider selling to him."

As for the Taisui meat?

After selling a few hundred jin, Fang Xi planned to stop.

Otherwise, if people knew he had a demon beast that could continuously produce demon beast meat, wouldn't they tear him limb from limb?

"Come to think of it, the Taisui's characteristic truly is remarkable."

"With it in hand, I could continuously generate Spirit Stones. . ."

"Ugh, no, I forgot to consider that body cultivators are a niche group, and the market will eventually become saturated. . . And long before the market saturates and prices plummet, I'd probably be exposed. . ."

Fang Xi arrived at Chen Ping's room and knocked on the door.

The month-long period was almost up, and he was a man of his word; debts still needed to be repaid.

He had borrowed four Spirit Stones to buy Blood-Qi Pills, promising to return five after a month. So, five it would be!

Though the interest was terrifying, 25% in a month, if calculated annually, it would be 300%!

"This Chen Ping fellow truly has a talent for lending money at interest."

As he was thinking, Chen Ping pulled open the door, a barely suppressed joy on his face, which then turned into a wail: "Fellow Daoist Fang. . ."

"What's wrong? " Fang Xi was utterly bewildered.

"I just received news. . . My master, Zong Wu, has been killed!"

Chen Ping replied with a look of profound grief.

Chapter 36: Exchange Gathering (Seeking Recommendations)

“What? Talisman Master Zong. . . so sudden? ”

Fang Xi's face was filled with shock.

Zong Wu was the Talisman Master Zong he frequently bought talismans from. Of course, what Fang Xi thought of more was his fiery-tempered Daoist Companion, Lu Zhi, who had an even more fiery personality.

“Oh! ”

He looked at Chen Ping, understanding why the latter had a hint of joy he was trying hard to suppress.

“Sigh. . . Daoist Friend Lu has lost her beloved partner; I must go and comfort her properly. It’s just. . . to mourn a Grandmaster now, my spirit stones are not conveniently at hand. ” Chen Ping looked at Fang Xi, his eyes holding the implied meaning of debt collection.

Fortunately, Fang Xi had come to repay his debt. He immediately took out five Spirit Stones: “Last month, thanks to Brother Chen, Daoist Friend Di, and Daoist Friend Jiu Xuan for lending a hand. Here are five Spirit Stones; please, Brother Chen, return them to the two Daoist Friends on my behalf. . . ”

“Of course! ”

Chen Ping took the Spirit Stones and eagerly rushed off to buy gifts, preparing to comfort the grieving widow.

This left Fang Xi feeling a bit exasperated.

He hadn't even had a chance to ask about the barrier-breaking talisman; he could only secretly grumble about this scoundrel who prioritized romance over friendship.

......

Talisman Master Zong was quite wealthy; he had specifically rented a cave abode within the Green Bamboo Mountain market town.

The moment he entered, Fang Xi immediately felt a wave of pure spiritual energy wash over him, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly: ‘So this is what a first-order spirit vein cave abode feels like? If I had such rich and pure spiritual energy to aid my cultivation, I would probably have already cultivated the Evergreen Art to the peak of the third layer and attempted to break through to the middle stage of Qi Refinement, right? ’

The South Barrens Cultivation World classifies spirit veins into several orders, corresponding to realms like Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, and so on.

A first-order spirit vein could generally only satisfy the needs of Qi Refinement cultivators.

A second-order spirit vein could provide for Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivators to meditate and cultivate.

Green Bamboo Mountain possessed a first-order spirit vein, which was usually sealed by an array formation and only supplied for internal use within the market town.

Rogue cultivators and Spirit Farmers like Fang Xi could only enjoy a bit of the residual spiritual energy outside the market town's array, barely counting as cultivating on an unranked spirit vein.

In terms of effectiveness, it was only slightly better than the mortal world.

“Daoist Friend Jiu Xuan, Daoist Friend Di! ”

Upon entering the cave abode, Fang Xi saw two familiar faces.

Old Daoist Jiu Xuan was still dressed in his Daoist robes, looking like an immortal, while Di Qi showed a smile on his face when he saw Fang Xi: “Daoist Friend Fang is truly a man of his word! ”

‘It seems Chen Ping did return the Spirit Stones to these two; he didn't embezzle them. . . Hmm, he’s still a friend worth keeping. ’

Fang Xi had genuinely been a little worried that Chen Ping would just pocket his Spirit Stones.

After all, three people had borrowed Spirit Stones from him together back then.

The few of them walked into the inner room and saw many cultivators gathered, seemingly all part of Talisman Master Zong’s network.

His Daoist Companion, Lu Zhi, was dressed in mourning clothes, serving spiritual tea and spiritual snacks to the guests.

After not seeing her for several days, Daoist Friend Lu looked a little haggard, but her charm remained undiminished.

Especially with the saying "to be charming, wear mourning clothes," her current attire made people's imaginations run wild.

For instance, that fellow Chen Ping couldn't take his eyes off her.

“Huh? They're here too? ”

Fang Xi's gaze swept over and he saw Shen Hao Ran and Yun Meng, who were by Chen Ping’s side, and couldn't help but murmur.

“Hmph, merely two arrogant individuals. . . ”

Di Qi also saw Shen Hao Ran and immediately spoke with some embarrassment.

“Oh? ! ”

Fang Xi looked thoughtfully at Di Qi, then at Shen Hao Ran, and immediately understood.

These few were all Chen Ping's friends, so they must have interacted frequently.

However, Shen Hao Ran and Yun Meng, regardless of their family background or cultivation, were a cut above Di Qi. Moreover, judging from the incident at Mingqing Pavilion last time, they were certainly not individuals who would condescend to others.

Di Qi had probably suffered a loss and held a grudge.

‘Good thing he didn't say anything like "eyes that look down on people," this kid still has some cunning. ’

Fang Xi secretly nodded, then consulted with Jiu Xuan Shang Ren, and together they contributed one low-grade Spirit Stone as a condolence gift.

......

“Everyone! ”

After a round of tea, Lu Zhi rose from the main seat and bowed gracefully: “I thank you all on behalf of my late husband for coming! ”

“No need to be polite! ”

“Not at all, not at all. . . ”

Fang Xi and the others quickly returned the bow.

“Cough, cough. . . May I ask why Talisman Master Zong passed away? ” Shen Hao Ran held a white jade folding fan, looking every bit the refined young master, and inquired.

Immediately, Lu Zhi replied: “My late husband didn't listen to my advice and went out of the market town to seek opportunities. He was killed by rogue cultivators. . . According to the information I've gathered, the enemies are likely the ‘Kou Brothers’! ”

“It’s them? ! ” Di Qi gasped.

Seeing Jiu Xuan Shang Ren looking somewhat bewildered, he explained to him: “These Kou Brothers are three biological brothers, said to have all reached the late stage of Qi Refinement. When they join forces, they can even fight a Qi Refinement Perfected cultivator. They've been rampaging everywhere, their hands stained with blood, killing countless people. . . ”

“Ah, so ferocious? ” Jiu Xuan Shang Ren’s eyes widened.

Although he called himself an ‘Shang Ren’, he was actually just a little rookie at the initial stage of Qi Refinement. Facing such vicious fiends, he probably wouldn't even be enough to fill their teeth.

Fang Xi observed coolly. After the names of the enemies were revealed, his group of friends immediately fell into an awkward silence.

Not one of them vowed to avenge Talisman Master Zong.

He couldn't help but inwardly lament the cold reality of the cultivation world, which was evident in this scene.

A living Talisman Master Zong was a first-order mid-grade talisman master with boundless prospects, but a dead one was worthless.

And certainly not worth the cultivators offending strong individuals like the Kou Brothers!

“Hmph! ”

Lu Zhi, seeing this, gave a dissatisfied cold snort.

But then, she calmed down again, took out a plain silk handkerchief, and wiped her eyes: “My late husband is gone, and I, a weak woman, cannot manage this family business. I plan to sell everything and return to my hometown. . . Since you all have come, I shall host an exchange gathering here! ”

Hearing this, many people's eyes lit up.

Including Fang Xi!

Unfortunately, thinking of his empty purse, Fang Xi couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly: ‘Sigh. . . I don't even have the strength to act like a vulture. . . ’

Cultivation world auctions were grand events!

And among fellow Daoist Friends, small exchange gatherings would occasionally be held, mostly in the form of bartering, to exchange what they had for what they lacked.

This time, with Talisman Master Zong’s demise, quite a few fellow cultivators had come, likely having caught wind of the situation!

The next moment, Lu Zhi’s melancholic voice sounded: “This Green Bamboo Mountain Cave Abode, Xuan-character Number Eight, its lease still has five years remaining, starting bid fifty Spirit Stones. . . ”

“I want it! ”

“I bid fifty-one Spirit Stones! ”

Soon, the lease was acquired by a yellow-robed old Daoist for fifty-five Spirit Stones.

Lu Zhi then took out a talisman brush: “A first-order superior-grade talisman brush, its bristles made from the hair of a Silver Moon Wolf. . . ”

This time, it attracted the pursuit of many talisman masters.

Fang Xi saw Chen Ping’s face flush red as he secretly conferred with Shen Hao Ran and Yun Meng, but he didn't make a bid.

‘Did the negotiation fall through? ’

Just as he was secretly pondering, he saw Lu Zhi take out a yellowish, old jade slip: “My late husband’s talisman-making notes, containing the methods for crafting multiple spiritual talismans. . . ”

“One hundred Spirit Stones! ” A talisman apprentice who had previously competed for the brush exclaimed, his eyes gleaming.

“One hundred fifty Spirit Stones! This is Talisman Master Zong’s entire legacy of talismans, you kid, dreaming are we! ” Another old talisman master immediately reprimanded him.

After a round of bidding, the price reached one hundred seventy-six Spirit Stones and could not go any higher.

After all, cultivators were all shrewd individuals; they wouldn't lose their minds for a talisman legacy.

“Two. . . two hundred Spirit Stones! ”

Suddenly, another voice rang out.

Fang Xi looked over; it was Chen Ping!

Chen Ping’s face was pale, his lips trembling, but his expression was incredibly resolute.

“Good! ” Lu Zhi was slightly surprised but readily agreed: “Two hundred Spirit Stones. My late husband’s talisman legacy will be handed over to Daoist Friend Chen. ”

“Mm-hmm, thank you. ”

Chen Ping chuckled foolishly, but Fang Xi felt something was off.

Even if Daoist Friend Chen had some savings, it was only around a few Spirit Stones, and he had pretty much spent everything at Fairy Red Bee’s place. How did he have so many Spirit Stones?

Unless. . . Shen Hao Ran and Yun Meng had lent them to him.

And these two were not good people; lending so many Spirit Stones to Chen Ping surely came with extremely harsh conditions!

Furthermore, Chen Ping himself must have something worth coveting!

Otherwise, there were plenty of penniless rogue cultivators around, but none were seen successfully borrowing such a large sum of Spirit Stones.

As Fang Xi pondered, the exchange gathering reached its end. Lu Zhi completely cleared out Talisman Master Zong’s inventory of talismans.

She even sold a few talismans the deceased had treasured.

One of them made Fang Xi’s breath catch.

“A first-order superior-grade barrier-breaking talisman, a rare and exquisite talisman. My late husband spent a great deal of money to buy this, intending to copy and learn from it. . . Sigh. . . If any fellow Daoists are interested, you can have it for thirty Spirit Stones. ”

Lu Zhi took out a wooden box. When she opened it, there was only a single talisman inside. On its pale yellow body, strokes of silver talisman ink were like iron hooks and silver lines, incredibly complex.

Moreover, between the silver runes, faint wisps of distortion seemed to emanate.

This was precisely the barrier-breaking talisman Fang Xi desperately needed!

Unfortunately, after repaying his debts, he was once again penniless.

‘What a pity, what a pity! If only I had more time. . . ’ As he seethed internally, he heard a talisman master stroke his beard and speak: “A first-order barrier-breaking talisman can only break first-order restrictions and grand arrays. It doesn't have much significant use. . . If it were second-order, its value would multiply tenfold, even a hundredfold. ”

First-order array formations were not considered much. The Situ family, protecting the Green Bamboo Mountain market town, used second-order array formations.

If those rogue cultivators obtained a second-order barrier-breaking talisman, the entire Green Bamboo Mountain market town might face disaster!

However, Fang Xi knew that this first-order barrier-breaking talisman was still very useful. This old talisman master was trying to drive down the price!

Indeed, the next moment, he heard the other party’s voice continue: “At the Heavenly Talisman Hall, a first-order superior-grade barrier-breaking talisman in perfect condition sells for around thirty-five Spirit Stones. Daoist Friend, your price is a bit high. . . ”

“Hmph, the spiritual energy of this barrier-breaking talisman of mine hasn't leaked a bit, and I’m selling it to you for five Spirit Stones less! How can you say it’s high? ”

Lu Zhi’s phoenix eyes widened, and that fiery, shrewish vigor returned.

“Sigh. . . ”

Watching this scene, Fang Xi could only inwardly lament: ‘Not every opportunity I see is destined to be mine. . . ’

Without Spirit Stones to make a bid, he could only wait until his next sale of monster beast meat, accumulate enough Spirit Stones, and then try his luck at the Heavenly Talisman Hall.

Chapter 37: Robber Cultivators (Seeking Collections)

"Alas. . . without Spirit Stones, to return from a mountain of treasures. . . truly lamentable."

After the exchange meeting concluded, Fang Xi, Jiu Xuan Shang Ren, and Di Qi left the market town together.

Jiu Xuan Shang Ren stroked his beard, his face a mask of long sighs and laments.

It had to be said, Lu Zhi's clearance sale featured many good items, and at least ten to twenty percent cheaper than the market town's usual prices!

Even Di Qi couldn't help but buy a few talismans usually crafted by Talisman Master Zong.

Only he and Fang Xi were truly strapped for cash, able only to stare longingly.

"Alas. . . what am I compared to him? Daoist Friend Chen Ping is truly formidable, to have directly acquired Talisman Master Zong's inheritance! " Di Qi sighed likewise, a hint of reluctance on his face: "Talisman Master Zong's talisman crafting skill was exceptionally refined; I even suspect he might have gained a second-order inheritance. . . Who knows how much he revealed in his notes?"

"That's certainly not the case. A second-order inheritance, how could it be worth a mere two hundred Spirit Stones? Does Daoist Friend Lu seem foolish to you? " Fang Xi laughed wryly.

According to his estimation, if that jade slip notebook contained the methods for a few superior-grade first-order talismans, then Lu Zhi had truly treated them with sincerity.

"Indeed. . . but Daoist Friend Chen still has a chance. " Jiu Xuan Shang Ren said with a serious expression: "If he can become Daoist Companions with Daoist Friend Lu, wouldn't that kill two birds with one stone? Not only would he win the beauty, but he'd also gain a talisman master's true secret treasury!"

"Haha! Let's hope so."

The three men shared a knowing laugh, a laugh all men understood.

...

The next day.

Fang Xi went down the mountain to buy provisions, then returned to the Da Liang world, where he heavily fed the Taisui before cutting its flesh.

After several days, he had accumulated nearly four hundred catties of Taisui meat.

Hundred Arts Tower.

Thud!

Four hundred catties of monster meat landed heavily on the ground, making Shopkeeper Qi Six beam so wide his mouth wouldn't close.

His honest dealings had indeed paid off.

See? Didn't this rogue cultivator bring all his monster meat here?

"Fellow Daoist, it is truly the honor of our Hundred Arts Tower that you chose us. Yingsong, why aren't you serving tea?"

Shopkeeper Qi smiled very kindly.

After all, the previous dozens of catties of monster meat had been purchased at a high price by a Body Cultivation cultivator, leading to a truly decent profit.

"Please, have some!"

Yingsong hastily poured a cup of spirit tea, but Fang Xi merely raised the cup without drinking.

After all, one truly needed to be extra careful when navigating the cultivation world, especially with things ingested.

"This monster meat's quality is the same as before, it should be from the same monster. . . Eh?"

Qi Six inspected it, then suddenly looked bewildered: "This monster, could it be boneless? Its bones are excellent materials! Marrow can be used as auxiliary materials for alchemy, and bone itself can be used for artifact refining. . ."

"Shopkeeper has keen eyes. This monster is indeed soft and boneless, quite extraordinary. A pity, there was only this one. . ."

Fang Xi feigned a sigh, secretly vowing never again to sell Taisui meat in this market town.

Anyway. . . once he left Black Stone City, he could perfectly well hunt other monsters to sell.

Monsters in the Da Liang world were generally numerous and weak in strength, making them excellent targets for 'leveling up'!

"These four hundred catties of monster meat total forty Spirit Stones. What do you think, Fellow Daoist?"

Qi Six quickly calculated the weight and even rounded up slightly for Fang Xi.

"Shopkeeper is generous."

Fang Xi cracked a smile: "However, I'd like to acquire a talisman. I wonder if Hundred Arts Tower has any?"

Compared to the Heavenly Talisman Hall or the Pill Cauldron Pavilion, Hundred Arts Tower was more like a general store, which was why he asked.

"Oh, what kind of talisman are you looking for? " Qi Six was somewhat surprised.

"A 'Prohibition Breaking Talisman'. A first-order one will do. " Fang Xi emphasized his words.

"A first-order Prohibition Breaking Talisman? " Qi Six pondered for a moment, then smiled: "Fellow Daoist, you're in luck. This kind of talisman is extremely rare. Our establishment originally didn't have any, but just yesterday, a customer sold us one. Its condition is perfect, and its spiritual energy hasn't dissipated much. Please, take a look!"

He lightly patted his waist, and from a brocade pouch, he pulled out a wooden box that Fang Xi found slightly familiar.

Upon opening it, a Prohibition Breaking Talisman identical to the one from that day appeared before Fang Xi.

'Could it actually be from Talisman Master Zong's collection, resold to the Hundred Arts Tower by that buyer? '

A flicker of contemplation passed through Fang Xi's eyes.

But whether the talisman was or wasn't, it had little to do with him.

After a careful inspection, Fang Xi spoke to inquire about the price: "Indeed, it is a superior-grade first-order Prohibition Breaking Talisman. What is its selling price?"

"Hehe. . . This Prohibition Breaking Talisman would sell for at least thirty-five Spirit Stones at the Heavenly Talisman Hall. This old man won't charge a runner's fee; just pay the original price, Fellow Daoist."

Qi Six took a sip of tea and spoke with utmost sincerity.

'But I distinctly remember that Lu Zhi sold this talisman for thirty-one Spirit Stones back then. . . Forget it, there's no way to say that now. '

Fang Xi maintained his aloof persona as a monster-hunting cultivator, nodding: "Shopkeeper is fair!"

In his heart, however, he felt like spitting blood.

This back and forth had practically burned away two years of his savings.

After Fang Xi departed, Qi Six stroked his chin, a hint of dissatisfaction on his face: "I misjudged him. . . This kid might truly just be a low-stage cultivator who stumbled upon good luck. With such limited experience, he thought he could fool this old man? Hmph!"

Fang Xi was, after all, just a minor cultivator. Even with his previous life's memories, due to his limited experience, some things were difficult to conceal.

After a few more exchanges with Shopkeeper Qi, his flaws were exposed.

"Just a few dozen Spirit Stones, never mind. . ."

Shopkeeper Qi sighed, then leisurely returned upstairs to meditate and drink tea. . .

However, Yingsong, who had overheard his sigh, shifted his gaze. He went to the back courtyard of the shop, a sound-transmitting talisman clutched in his hand, murmuring to himself: "Uncle Qi, Uncle Qi. . . It's not that I don't listen to you, but a few dozen Spirit Stones might be a drop in the ocean for you, yet for me, that's a huge sum. . ."

His spiritual power surged, and the sound-transmitting talisman transformed into a streak of fire, swiftly flying out and vanishing. . .

...

Fang Xi walked out of the market town, habitually taking a roundabout route.

"Hmm, something's not right?"

At this moment, his Heaven-Gazing Earth-Listening Art, which he was circulating, detected something amiss. He immediately crouched down, pressing his ear to the ground.

With his internal vigor enhancing his senses, he heard the extremely faint vibrations of the earth.

"Behind me. . . someone's tailing me. . . it should be two people!"

He quickly changed direction, accelerating his pace.

But no matter how many directions he changed, the two figures behind him managed to keep up. In fact, their distance was shrinking, clearly having sped up after realizing something was amiss with him.

Soon, two figures, one tall and one short, emerged into Fang Xi's vision.

'One at early-stage Qi Refinement, one at mid-stage Qi Refinement! '

Fang Xi sensed their undisguised spiritual power and malice, and his heart slightly eased, though his face remained wary as he shouted: "Who are you? Why are you following me?"

"Hehe, kid, hand over all your valuables!"

The shorter, early-stage Qi Refinement cultivator, around thirty years old with many freckles on his face, sneered. Holding a few talismans in his hand, he began to flank Fang Xi, aiming to cut off his escape route.

"Robber Cultivators!"

Fang Xi's expression turned incredibly grim. With a flick of his hand, the Green Reaping Sword rose against the wind, transforming into a jade-green sword light that streaked towards the shorter cultivator.

"An artifact! Big Brother, save me!"

The shorter cultivator first slapped a Goldlight Cover Talisman onto himself. A layer of golden light instantly enveloped his entire body, and only then did he cry out in alarm.

"Haha. . . even your artifact is so shabby. You're truly a paper tiger!"

Seeing the Green Reaping Sword with a chip in its blade, the taller cultivator didn't get angry; instead, he laughed. He slapped a dusty pouch at his waist.

A jet-black ghost-head saber artifact emerged, transforming into a dark streak of light that tangled with the Green Reaping Sword's green sword light, even easily suppressing it.

"A low-grade artifact!"

Witnessing this scene, Fang Xi's heart settled even further.

His Green Reaping Sword was merely a defective product among low-grade artifacts, so it was understandable that it was easily suppressed by the ghost-head saber.

"You. . . how did you find me? " he roared, feigning ferocity while actually feeling weak inside, then fled in a panic.

"Haha. . . Big Brother, leave this kid to me. He's just a third-layer Qi Refinement cultivator, easy to kill."

The shorter cultivator was incredibly excited, his gaze fixed on Fang Xi as he muttered incantations, clearly casting some kind of spell!

As the final syllable of the incantation fell, two bright yellow earth spikes formed before him.

"Go!"

The shorter cultivator pointed at Fang Xi, and the earth spikes immediately shot out.

Fang Xi performed a frantic tumble, narrowly dodging, his disheveled appearance only further exciting the shorter cultivator: "You have 'Three Day Fragrance' on you, there's no escape! Die!"

Before he even finished speaking, another earth spike had already pierced Fang Xi's back.

"Ah!"

Fang Xi cried out tragically and fell to the ground.

However, when he fled, he seemed to have been too panicked to pick his path, and the spot where he fell was very close to the taller cultivator.

"You talk too much!"

The taller cultivator said to the shorter one, then walked up to Fang Xi's 'corpse', suddenly feeling something was off.

That sword-shaped artifact, if it didn't have its master's spiritual power supporting it, how could it still be entangled with the ghost-head saber? It wasn't some kind of Numinous Treasure!

"Not good!"

After realizing this, the taller cultivator immediately tried to retreat.

But it was already too late!

Fang Xi, who had been lying 'dead' on the ground, pursued him at a terrifying speed, appearing before him almost in the blink of an eye.

In that critical moment, the taller cultivator hurriedly tore open a water-shield talisman, causing a circle of water light to envelop his entire body.

The next instant, Fang Xi's fist smashed onto the water shield!

Whoosh!

A terrifying dent appeared on the water shield, but it didn't break; its light merely dimmed considerably.

"A Body Cultivation cultivator, and a mid-stage one at that!"

The taller cultivator saw this scene, and fear immediately surfaced on his face: "Fellow Daoist. . . a misunderstanding. . ."

"Primal Chaos Vigor!"

But Fang Xi no longer wished to speak with him. He raised his right hand high, terrifying vigor gathering at his fingertips, then slammed it down fiercely onto the water shield!

Bang!

He used all his might, and the Primal Chaos Vigor, containing several types of force, erupted violently upon the water shield, tearing it apart and revealing the taller cultivator behind it, his face full of despair.

He still wanted to say something, but Fang Xi's finger had already pierced his throat.

Thud!

The taller robber cultivator's corpse was casually discarded by Fang Xi, who then looked towards the shorter cultivator who was still approaching: "Just now. . . did you enjoy hitting me?"

Chapter 38: Preparing to Depart (Seeking Recommendations)

Thwack!

Fang Xi expressionlessly reached out, grabbed the earth spike from his back, and yanked it out fiercely.

His Primal Unity Vigor had reached mastery, equivalent to a second-tier Body Cultivation cultivator. Even a regular mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivator casting spells might not be able to kill him, let alone a mere early-stage Qi Refinement cultivator?

After penetrating his skin and flesh, the opponent's earth spike was firmly lodged by his True Vigor-strengthened bones, unable to advance an inch.

“Mercy, please! ”

The short cultivator immediately knelt, begging loudly for mercy: “The one who wanted to kill you was Qi Ying Song from the Hundred Arts Tower. . . We two brothers were just acting on orders. . . ”

“How did you track me? ” Fang Xi's expression was icy.

The short cultivator quickly replied: “It was Ying Song; he smeared ‘Three-Day Fragrance’ on your teacup. This fragrance is almost colorless and odorless, detectable only by those specially trained to sniff it out, and it lingers for three days. . . ”

“So that's it! ”

Fang Xi nodded. Suddenly, his figure darted forward like lightning, pressing a palm onto the short cultivator's head.

Splat!

The opponent instantly collapsed, his brains splattering as he died. His palm opened, and several black bone needles clattered to the ground.

“'Bone-Piercing Nail' disposable artifact? ”

Fang Xi put them away with interest.

For such enemies and vipers, he never entertained thoughts of mercy.

A quick search of the short cultivator yielded nothing of value.

Fang Xi then took the dusty storage bag from the tall cultivator's waist and meticulously searched the corpse again.

Immediately after, he retrieved the Ghost Head Saber, which had lost its master's spiritual energy infusion, its radiance now contained, and was lying on the ground. He flicked out two sparks of fire, incinerated both corpses into ash, and swiftly left the scene.

“Damn the Hundred Arts Tower. . . they moved against me for a few dozen Spirit Stones? ”

As he walked, Fang Xi grumbled inwardly: “Fortunately, there was no late-stage Qi Refinement master, otherwise I would have been in danger. . . ”

“Indeed, a few dozen Spirit Stones could only attract such riff-raff. . . ”

At this moment, he felt his decision to wait until his martial arts improved before engaging in inter-world trade was truly incredibly wise!

“And. . . I was too reckless before, not cautious enough. ”

“This time, I must properly lie low. ”

Without returning to the shantytown, Fang Xi went directly to his Green Bamboo Mountain. His figure flickered, and he vanished.

No matter where he hid on Green Bamboo Mountain, there was always a possibility of being found.

Only in the other world was it absolutely safe!

“Sigh. . . this demonic tree has grown even taller. ”

In a certain abandoned house, Fang Xi looked up. Gazing at the demonic tree that soared into the clouds, its branches trailing roots, with monsters still connected at their ends, he sighed again.

If the situation here wasn't critical, with the demonic tree possibly advancing at any moment, he wouldn't have rushed to sell large amounts of Taisui meat, inviting covetous eyes.

“The path of cultivation is truly fraught with thorns, but fortunately, this time, I won. ”

Only after arriving here did Fang Xi have the leisure to calm down and examine his spoils of war.

First was the low-grade artifact – the Ghost Head Saber!

This saber was entirely black, three chi long, and half a chi wide. Its hilt was wrapped with shadowy silkworm threads, and at the end was a terrifyingly grotesque green-faced, fanged ghost head!

“Not bad, not bad. The artifact's internal restrictions are intact; it almost cleaved my Green Reaping Sword in two. . . It should fetch at least ten Spirit Stones! ”

Fang Xi had long felt that the Green Reaping Sword was quite unwieldy to use. This was due to the artifact already being damaged; now he had finally found a replacement.

In addition, there were three disposable artifacts – Bone-Piercing Nails!

Such artifacts could only be used once and were extremely sinister. However, their single-use attack power could even reach the upper limit of low-grade artifacts, making their might quite considerable.

“Too bad body cultivators fear these ghostly tricks the least, because their survivability is the strongest, their margin for error is the highest! ”

Fang Xi's face was full of joy, without a trace of his previous disdain for low-tier body cultivation.

Next, he took out a small, dusty brocade pouch.

“It should be a storage bag. . . The short cultivator had no wealth or pills on him at all, so everything must have been in the tall one's storage bag. ”

“These two marauding cultivators weren't highly cultivated, their artifacts weren't refined, and they didn't even have a defensive one! Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken them down so easily. Clearly, they were at the bottom rung of marauding cultivators! ”

Although Fang Xi had never used a storage bag, he had at least seen pigs run.

He now held the storage bag in both hands, channeling the Evergreen Art to them, allowing faint wisps of spiritual energy to penetrate the storage bag, to wear down its original master's imprint.

What Fang Xi hadn't expected was that his spiritual energy was truly too meager. It actually took him a full five hours to barely erase the original master's spiritual energy imprint from the storage bag.

Whoosh!

When he felt that the original spiritual energy imprint within the storage bag had been dispersed, Fang Xi, without hesitation, imprinted his own spiritual energy upon it.

And through the storage bag, his Divine Consciousness seemed to leave his body, sensing another space.

It was a gray space, roughly three chi and three inches in length, width, and height.

Inside the space, there were many small items.

Including a small pile of gold, silver, and jade artifacts, thirteen low-grade Spirit Stones, and various odds and ends like bottles and jars.

“Truly a storage bag! ”

Fang Xi fondled the storage bag, quite unable to put it down: “I was just about to relocate, and this good item was delivered. . . These two brothers are truly treasure-delivering lads. . . ”

In reality, if one didn't count that spell-breaking talisman, Fang Xi was far poorer than these two brothers!

“Damn the Hundred Arts Tower, robbing even a poor devil like me! This debt, I will settle with you sooner or later! ”

Although, according to their confession, these two hapless marauding cultivators might not have been instructed by Qi Liu to be sent by Qi Ying Song.

After all, from Fang Xi's understanding of that shopkeeper, his dealings were quite meticulous, making it unlikely he would dispatch such low-grade individuals.

But Fang Xi still squarely placed the debt on the Hundred Arts Tower's head.

As for that Ying Song, if Fang Xi ever saw him again, he would certainly make him pay.

“It's just that my current strength is still insufficient to shake such a colossal entity. I'll lie low and develop for a while first. . . ”

Fang Xi prepared to lie low in Da Liang for a while.

Just in time, he could try to lead people away from Black Stone City.

After all, the people from the martial arts hall were somewhat related to him. To truly watch them all perish here, trapped, would be a bit heartless.

Of course, once the passage opened, Fang Xi would definitely be the first to leave. Then it would be up to the fate of the remaining people.

If the demonic tree's demonic domain was too powerful, and only a few people could pass through the passage, then they could only blame their own destiny!

...

White Cloud Martial Arts Hall's Compound.

“Young Master went out again last time, I wonder when he'll return? ”

Bai He stood by the door, vigilantly staring outside.

In recent times, as Fang Xi's strength and status steadily rose, the martial arts hall members became increasingly polite to her, leaving the young girl quite overwhelmed by the unexpected favor.

But Bai He clearly knew who had granted her her current status, and she remained very mindful of her place before Fang Xi.

Previously, Fang Xi had gone out again under a pretext. She couldn't stop him, and could only wait anxiously by the door every day.

The next moment, at the end of the street, someone seemed to be walking over.

“Young Master. . . ”

Bai He's joyful words hadn't even fully left her mouth when her expression suddenly shifted slightly.

Emerging from the street corner was a swaying 'person'. Old roots of trees spiraled out from his shoulders, as if his entire being had become a fertile ground for vines and roots.

“Monster! ”

Bai He's sharp cry immediately spread throughout the entire martial arts hall.

“Prepare torches! ”

“Engage the enemy! ”

“It's a wood man! Quickly, go invite the Hall Master! ”

The entire gate district plunged into chaos.

More than one martial arts hall had been attacked, suffering extremely heavy losses.

The many monsters that had previously been lurking in the inner city, at this moment, seemed to have lost their restraints and leashes, and began madly advancing towards the outer city, and even the gate district!

“Die for this old man! ”

Mu Cang Long swept his staff, knocking a Cursed Person off the wall. Looking at the breached martial arts halls around him, his expression was as dark as water: “The demon servants' range of activity has expanded again. . . If this continues, in less than three days, the outer city will also completely fall! And Fang Xi, who knows when he'll return? ”

Just as he was pondering, two wood men actually leaped directly over the wall of fire, lunging towards Mu Cang Long.

As they lunged, countless roots suddenly sprouted from their bodies, forming a grotesque armor.

“Haha. . . come on! ”

Mu Cang Long's hands turned utterly black, and he fearlessly met them.

After a few moves, he was sent flying, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The wood men's strength far surpassed that of the Cursed Persons. Even the Hall Master found them difficult to contend with, and could easily be poisoned if not careful!

“Father! ”

Mu Piao Miao waved her torch, guarding Mu Cang Long, her eyes filled with despair.

“Ah! ”

Even though Bai He was well-protected, when even Mu Cang Long fell into a life-or-death crisis, naturally no one could spare a thought for her.

She fell to the ground, gazing at a Cursed Person slowly approaching. Watching its face, covered in strange incantations, her heart filled with despair: “Young Master, Bai He can no longer serve you. . . ”

Pfft!

“What did you say? ”

A familiar voice sounded, and Bai He, who had been closing her eyes to await death, suddenly snapped them open, seeing none other than Fang Xi!

With a casual chop of his right hand, Fang Xi sent the Cursed Person's head flying high.

“I'll deal with you later! ”

After tossing out that remark, Fang Xi charged towards the two wood men.

Although these wood men were extremely formidable, they were still slightly inferior to True Vigor martial artists.

He struck them one by one with his Primal Unity Vigor, shattering them into pieces.

“Senior Brother, you're finally back! ”

Tang Xuan's face was filled with joy.

“Mm! ”

Fang Xi looked around, offering help wherever there was a gap in the defense.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the monsters retreated once more.

The White Cloud Martial Arts Hall members, exhausted, collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath without a shred of concern for their appearance: “We're alive! We're alive! ”

Tang Xuan saw Fang Xi holding a torch and setting two wood men ablaze. He couldn't help but ask curiously, “Senior Brother, what are you doing? ”

“Nothing much, just a small experiment. ”

Fang Xi watched intently, discovering that after the roots were burned, two seeds emerged from within the charred corpses.

“One wood man, one seed? ”

He put the seeds away, planning to research them thoroughly another day.

“Sigh. . . Fang Xi, if it weren't for you this time, who knows how many more people in our martial arts hall would have died. . . ” Mu Cang Long was helped over by Mu Piao Miao, his face filled with lingering fear.

“The monsters' range of activity has expanded; we can't stay here anymore. ”

Fang Xi looked at everyone around him, his voice heavy: “Prepare yourselves. . . We're leaving this place immediately! ”

Chapter 39: Leaving the City (Please Collect)

The sky was a dismal grey.

Fang Xi looked up, narrowing his eyes.

Ever since Black Stone City had fallen into the Demonic Domain, the people within the entire city had not seen the sun again.

However, when it was daytime outside, the city was like a cloudy day, with a hint of light.

When it was night outside, the entire city plunged into bottomless darkness.

Outside the city gates.

Fang Xi stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the layer of black mist that separated inside from out.

Beside him was the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall's convoy.

Tang Xuan pushed a handcart, on which sat Madam Bai. Her face, normally enchanting, was now clouded with worry as she stared at the black mist. Around her were piles of supplies.

Liu Tao Tao, Mu Piao Miao, and others also carried their bundles, their faces etched with anxiety.

Even Zhang Jun Ming was there, bringing several street urchins with him.

"We've tried this black mist. No matter how we try to leave, we always end up back where we started. . . Even if we dig tunnels, the black mist is there underground too!"

Mu Cang Long sighed and asked, "When do we depart?"

"Waiting for someone!"

Fang Xi waited silently.

After about the time it takes two sticks of incense to burn, another group of people arrived.

It was a convoy of dozens, surrounding two carriages in the middle.

The curtain of the front carriage was lifted, revealing a mountain of flesh: none other than Han Pang Zi. "Haha. . . Brother Fang. . . Upon receiving your message, Old Han immediately brought all his belongings to seek refuge with you!"

Fang Xi looked at the two carriages, especially the glossy, well-fed horses, feeling somewhat speechless.

At a time when people in the city were constantly starving to death, to be able to feed beasts so fat and strong, it truly was quite inhuman!

'Damn it, where did this guy get his food from. . . Oh, right, it was from me, so never mind! '

He shook his head, looking at the people who had chosen to follow him, his voice gradually growing serious: "I only have one talisman, and only one chance. When the passage appears, you must seize it yourselves!"

Fang Xi stepped up to the black mist and took out the Barrier-Breaching Talisman.

At that moment, the giant tree in the city seemed to sense something, its countless leaves rustling and trembling.

"Awoo!"

A demonic wolf, its body entwined with vines, roared towards the sky and galloped furiously towards them on all fours.

Not only that, in the central area of the city, there was also a giant python with half its body severed, and an ape larger than a house. . .

These demonic servants, normally responsible for guarding the Demonic Tree's main body, were actually pouring out as if in a full-scale assault!

'It's anxious, it's really anxious! '

Fang Xi's lips curved slightly. This sight only strengthened his resolve. "Go!"

With spiritual power infused, the Barrier-Breaching Talisman swiftly flew out. Countless silver threads exploded from the talisman, twisting. . . and merging into the black mist.

Woooo!

The black mist churned violently, then a passage appeared.

Faintly, one could discern blurred images of the outside world, along with faint rays of sunlight!

That was the light of hope!

"Go!"

Seeing this, Fang Xi cast one last look at Black Stone City, noticing that the demonic wolf had already reached the outer district. He smiled faintly, picked up Bai He, and like a flash of lightning, swiftly darted into the passage.

"Follow up!"

Mu Cang Long had just intended to follow with his daughter when he noticed someone was even faster!

It was Han Pang Zi!

Though he resembled a ball of flesh, his movements were incredibly agile, truly like a rolling sphere. With an undeniable momentum, he was the second to tumble into the passage.

"Go! Go!"

Watching the passage slowly blur and even show signs of disappearing, Zhang Jun Ming seemed to awaken from a dream. He picked up Gou'er with one hand, Xiao Yun with the other, and carried another child on his back. His figure flashed repeatedly as he rushed into the passage.

...

Inside the passage, the sensation was profoundly disorienting.

Time and space seemed to twist.

But Fang Xi's expression remained firm as he pressed forward.

Suddenly!

Intense sunlight poured down. Ahead, a broken official road appeared, with green mountains and farmlands not far away. . . Everything became clear.

Black Stone City had vanished behind them, replaced by a mass of black mist, like a colossal dark bowl covering the earth.

"We. . . got out?"

Bai He looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and tears immediately streamed down her face.

This wasn't just excitement; it was also due to her eyes being injured.

Living in constant dimness for so long, the sudden exposure to sunlight could cause light sensitivity.

Behind Fang Xi came the ball-like Han Pang Zi, Zhang Jun Ming, Mu Cang Long. . .

A large stream of people poured out, looking at the green mountains and clear waters outside, each one weeping with relief: "We're alive. . . we're alive!"

At this moment, even Mu Cang Long and Zhang Jun Ming felt a profound sense of surviving a calamity.

Just as they were sighing, someone suddenly called out: "Oh no. . . the passage is blocked!"

It was common for people, desperate to live, to crowd a single passage and then get stuck, unable to get out.

"No, the passage is closing!"

Mu Cang Long watched the passage in the black mist continuously shrinking, equally panicked, and looked at Fang Xi.

"The talisman's power is about to run out. . . I don't have a second one."

Fang Xi shook his head.

A first-order Barrier-Breaching Talisman, it seemed, only had the effect of temporarily opening a passage into the Demonic Domain, and its duration wasn't very long.

'To completely break through the Demonic Tree's Demonic Domain, I'd need at least a second-order Barrier-Breaching Talisman, and it would have to be before it fully advances! '

A thought suddenly surfaced in Fang Xi's mind, then he chuckled to himself and shook his head.

Before reaching Foundation Establishment, why would he be bored out of his mind trying to deal with the Demonic Tree?

And just then, the passage in the black mist finally slowly closed.

The last person to emerge was Tang Xuan of the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall!

He stopped his handcart, looked around, and immediately felt a sense of bewilderment. "Liu Tao Tao, Junior Sister Liu. . . she's still behind. She even pushed me. . . What about her?"

If not for Liu Tao Tao, with him pushing the handcart and someone else on it, he would never have been able to squeeze out!

"Life and death are determined by fate!"

Fang Xi sighed and turned to leave.

They were still too close to the Demonic Tree. If that demon reacted and expanded its Demonic Domain, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Seeing him leave, the other survivors, as if finding their backbone, all followed Fang Xi.

They, too, wanted to get as far away from that demonic lair as possible!

...

Night fell.

Fang Xi roasted two pieces of Taisui meat and was eating them bite by bite.

His appetite was enormous now; only special demonic meat could barely fill him.

By the other bonfire, everyone else was eating the roasted meat they had hunted as if starved.

Even Mu Piao Miao, at this moment, had completely abandoned any semblance of a lady, gnawing on a roasted rabbit in her hand, even crushing the bones directly with a crunching and tearing sound!

Mu Cang Long maintained a semblance of decorum. After finishing his roasted meat, he wiped the grease from his mouth and looked at Fang Xi: "Where do we go next?"

"Does Master Mu have any suggestions?"

Fang Xi countered with a question. He was genuinely unfamiliar with Da Liang.

Even now, he could only confirm that Black Stone City was located within Ding Province.

As for the geography, customs, and local flavor, he had only ever heard of them, never seen them.

"Hmm, Black Stone City is ruined. Now, with demons causing chaos and people suffering. . . Perhaps only the provincial capital of Ding Province—Three Yuan City—is relatively stable."

Mu Cang Long offered his suggestion: "Three Yuan City has the Ding Province Army stationed there, and not far from it is the main gate of Yuan He Mountain. . . It has been peaceful for over a hundred years."

"It certainly seems like a peaceful place to go."

Fang Xi was indifferent about where they went.

However, he didn't necessarily need to stay with these people.

After all, one must be wary of others.

Although he claimed that the spirit pills and talismans to deal with the demons were bought by him—which was true—what if someone didn't believe him?

What if someone told the local authorities or Yuan He Mountain?

Therefore, Fang Xi decided that once they reached the outskirts of Three Yuan City, he would part ways with this group.

"Haha, Brother Fang is going to Three Yuan City?"

Not far away, a mountain of flesh rolled over—it was Han Pang Zi!

Fang Xi couldn't help but admire this man. Not only did he successfully escape himself, but thanks to his carriages, his entire family of concubines also made it out safely, all in one piece.

Han Pang Zi then said: "Though Old Han isn't a local bigwig in Three Yuan City, I at least have some connections. Brother, you rescued me from the depths of despair today, so feel free to find Old Han another day; there's nothing Old Han won't do for you!"

"Hmm!"

Although they had conducted business several times and he was confident that the other party was relatively trustworthy, Fang Xi didn't fully believe him and merely humored him casually.

The next morning.

The survivors scattered in twos and threes, and Zhang Jun Ming also came to bid farewell.

Zhang Jun Ming clasped his fist: "Many thanks, Brother Fang, for saving my life. However, I won't be going to Three Yuan City. Among these children, only Xiao Yun has relatives, and I must send her to them! May the green mountains remain and the waters flow long, we shall meet again!"

"We shall meet again!"

Fang Xi clasped his fist in farewell.

After Zhang Jun Ming left with the group of children, only the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall group and Han Pang Zi's two factions remained.

"Hehe. . . I can lend you a carriage. Just return it when you reach a place with people ahead."

Han Pang Zi waved his hand with extraordinary generosity.

The countless gold and silver treasures in Black Stone City, in the later stages of the Demonic Domain, were practically no different from bricks and dirt; anyone with ambition could get rich.

However, a carriage was indeed quite necessary at this moment, so Fang Xi didn't refuse. He arranged for Bai He and some of the other women, such as Tang Xuan's female companion, to board the carriage.

...

The group slowly set off.

After less than half an hour, Fang Xi raised his hand: "Stop!"

"What happened?"

Mu Cang Long and Han Pang Zi immediately rushed over, their expressions alert.

"Something's happening."

Fang Xi closed his eyes. His enhanced hearing faintly picked up a cry from behind:

"Help. . . Someone, please help. . ."

"It's behind us!"

Fang Xi unleashed his movement technique, disappearing instantly and darting backward.

Mu Cang Long and Han Pang Zi exchanged glances, then followed, bewildered.

After turning past a hillside, a boy's voice reached their ears: "Great Hero Mu. . . Big Brother Fang. . . help. . . sob sob. . ."

"It seems to be that child who was with Zhang Jun Ming, named A'gou, no, Gou'er. " Han Pang Zi stroked his chin, a little startled.

Fang Xi's hearing was not only clearly superior to his, but vastly beyond!

To be an enemy of such a keen person would certainly be extremely dangerous and terrifying.

Fortunately, they were not enemies, but friends!

Chapter 40: Bestowing a Name (Seeking Recommendations)

Along the main road, a small boy could be seen crying and running, stopping intermittently along the way. It was Gou'er.

"What happened?"

With their robes fluttering, Fang Xi and the other two had already surrounded Gou'er.

"Wuwuwu. . . Quick, save big brother! Big brother is being attacked by a monster! " Gou'er, seeing Fang Xi and the others, clung to them as if they were saviors.

"What? Another monster? " Mu Cang Long felt a headache coming on. "What kind of monster?"

"Wuwu. . . I. . . I don't know. . . I couldn't see it at all, but blood was flowing from big brother, and from Xiao Yun, and Xiao Shu. . ."

Gou'er was sobbing so hard he could barely breathe.

"Could it be. . . another 'demon'?"

Mu Cang Long's expression turned grim.

"No! Absolutely not a demon! " Han Pang Zi calmed down and analyzed, "Old Han once read an ancient text, which said 'two demons do not meet,' meaning that within a single region, only one demon will appear! And Black Stone City already has a Demonic Tree of Primordial Beginning, so what Zhang Jun Ming encountered should be a more special kind of 'yao' (monster)!"

"A yao?"

Fang Xi rubbed his chin.

If Zhang Jun Ming had encountered another demon, he would have turned around and left without a word.

But a yao was different.

He had already been considering hunting demon beasts to sell their meat!

His cultivation in the Longevity Art had been slow to progress, so it seemed it was time to buy pills and rely on their power to cultivate.

And that required Spirit Stones, many, many Spirit Stones!

"Master Mu, you take Gou'er back to the convoy. Han Pang Zi and I will go take a look! " Fang Xi thought for a moment, then immediately made his decision.

"Why Old Han and not me? " Han Pang Zi looked a bit vexed.

"Naturally, because your strength is greater. " Fang Xi chuckled, thinking to himself that even if they encountered danger, this 'mountain of flesh' could both block attacks and presented a larger target than himself. Why would he choose Mu Cang Long?

...

Inside the dense forest.

Bloodstains covered the gnarled roots of ancient trees.

Fang Xi's brow twitched. He pulled a piece of cloth from a tree branch.

"It's what Zhang Jun Ming was wearing!"

Han Pang Zi pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the greasy sweat from his face. "It looks like Zhang Jun Ming is gone for good, Brother Fang. How about we just leave? This place is seriously creepy."

"Indeed. . . an invisible yao, quite interesting."

Fang Xi mused, "Perhaps. . . it hasn't left after hunting?"

With that thought, he secretly circulated the Longevity Art, sending two strands of wood-attribute magical power into his eyes.

This was the 'spiritual eye technique' of cultivators!

Of course, spiritual eyes that hadn't undergone special cultivation weren't actually very useful in the cultivation world. Their main purpose in the mortal world was to find items with spiritual energy.

But in Da Liang?

Demon meat and the like were also considered to be quite rich in spiritual energy.

A green glow flashed in Fang Xi's eyes as he scanned his surroundings.

Suddenly, his body stiffened.

Between the ancient trees beside Han Pang Zi, a translucent monster was coiled!

It seemed as if its entire body was made of glass, moving tracelessly through the jungle. A long tongue had slowly descended, reaching Han Pang Zi's side.

"Wretch!"

Fang Xi's voice boomed like thunder, and he punched towards Han Pang Zi.

"Ah!"

Caught off guard, Han Pang Zi instinctively activated his 'Devouring Heaven Art' to defend with all his might. Immediately, he felt an extremely long object wrap around his waist, bringing with it a sticky fluid and a foul stench.

"What the hell is this thing? !"

He roared, his entire body of fat swelling like a sphere, actually forcing the monster's tongue to stretch open.

At the same time, Fang Xi's punch landed on the monster's body, and his 'Primal Chaos Force' erupted!

Bang!

A series of powerful impacts exploded, sending green blood splashing.

A heavy thud echoed as something hit the ground.

It was then that Han Pang Zi finally saw it: on the ground lay a beast, made seemingly of glazed material, gradually regaining its dark green color. . .

This monster was over a 'zhang' — more than three meters long — with sharp, scaly limbs and bulging, extremely agile eyes that spun around. At its neck was a frill-like collar of skin, making it look quite formidable from afar.

"What a massive chameleon demon beast!"

For some reason, seeing that collar-like membrane, Fang Xi was suddenly reminded of a dog's protective cone, and he felt like laughing. "Hahahaha. . . Han Pang Zi, you almost served yourself up as meat just now!"

He had to admit, this fat man made a pretty good meat shield.

In his vision, there was a huge bloody hole on the chameleon demon's back, surrounded by scattered green scales.

"Damn it, I almost bit the dust today."

Han Pang Zi's face also held a hint of ferocity. "Tonight, Old Han is eating this demon beast meat!"

With a roar, his massive body leaped up and descended like a collapsing mountain: "Devouring Heaven Palm!"

Fang Xi shook his head. "You probably won't be able to eat it!"

As he spoke, he coordinated his attack with Han Pang Zi.

This demon beast's actual strength wasn't that great; it was only its ability to hide its form and move tracelessly that made it so troublesome.

However, once Fang Xi broke its 'Invisibility Art', it became quite ordinary.

Before long, it was lying on its back, belly up, a corpse on the ground.

Fang Xi didn't stand on ceremony. He pulled out a dagger and directly disemboweled the demon beast, finding Zhang Jun Ming's mangled remains inside.

"Ugh. . . looks like it really can't be eaten. . ."

Han Pang Zi shook his head, a hint of regret on his face.

"Alas. . . to think that saying goodbye this morning would be a farewell forever! Still, I didn't see Xiao Yun's body, so perhaps she escaped?"

Fang Xi suddenly felt the impermanence of life.

Since they had known each other, he and Han Pang Zi buried Zhang Jun Ming's body together, then sent Han Pang Zi ahead.

After confirming Han Pang Zi had left, Fang Xi patted his storage bag, took out his Ghost Head Saber, a hint of excitement on his face. "This demon beast's hide should be usable for some special artifacts. . . and the meat and bones are good too, not bad, can sell for some Spirit Stones."

At this moment, he inwardly thanked the 'treasure-sending boy' once more.

Without the storage bag generously provided by that fellow, hiding the chameleon demon beast's corpse would have been quite troublesome indeed.

...

The convoy.

"Don't worry. . . Big Senior Brother's martial arts are exceptional, he's already a Martial Master-level expert. He'll surely bring your big brother back."

Mu Piao Miao was comforting Gou'er.

Suddenly, a mountain of flesh gracefully flew from the distance and landed in front of Gou'er.

"Where's my big brother? " Gou'er immediately asked.

"Dead!"

Han Pang Zi sighed, handing a blood-stained piece of clothing to Gou'er.

Gou'er immediately burst into uncontrollable sobs.

"Such is life in this world, just try to accept it. . . " Han Pang Zi shook his head and returned to his own carriage to enjoy himself.

Ah, after giving up one carriage, he had called all his concubines into his own carriage, making everyone admire his magnificent pulling horse—it was truly a divine steed!

"Master is back!"

Han Pang Zi returned to his carriage, immediately enveloped by several tender arms.

"Heh heh. . ."

He casually retrieved a bottle of fine wine from under the seat and took a swig. "Mmm. . . back home."

His eyes narrowed in contentment, leaving only a slit:

"That Fang Xi definitely has secrets, but it's none of Old Han's business."

"Being carefree and joyful, that's the way to longevity. . . I'm not greedy, no, not greedy at all. Just happy to have beautiful concubines and full meals every day, happy, just happy. . ."

...

Not long after, Fang Xi also returned to the convoy.

"Set off, continue forward!"

He looked at the people in the convoy and issued the command.

The team slowly moved forward. Fang Xi came up to Gou'er. "Do you have anywhere else to go?"

"No. . ."

Gou'er's eyes were vacant as he gazed ahead.

"Then come with us to Three Yuan City. I'll introduce you to the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall; you'll at least be able to earn a living there!"

Fang Xi prepared to casually shift the burden to Mu Piao Miao.

After all, when Mu Cang Long arrived in Three Yuan City, he would most likely be forced by livelihood to open a martial arts hall again.

"By the way, do you have a name?"

"No! " Gou'er replied.

"Then I'll give you one. You can take Zhang Jun Ming's surname, Zhang. . . As for your given name? 'Imperial ambitions are discussed with a laugh, but none compare to a life well-drunk. . . ' So, how about Zhang Zui. . . no, Zhang Minting!"

"Zhang? " Gou'er thought for a moment, then nodded heavily. "I'll be called Zhang Minting!"

"Excellent!"

Fang Xi nodded, suddenly feeling that a piece of Zhang Jun Ming's existence had found a continuation in this world.

This was precisely what the ancients pursued.

"Heh heh. . . Too bad such continuation is merely an illusion!"

"What family, bloodline, spiritual legacy, or leaving a name in history. . . none compare to living long enough to become history yourself!"

"I must achieve Foundation Establishment and enjoy longevity!"

Fang Xi's eyes flickered with a deep resolve, firming his ambition even further.

...

Several days later.

Green Bamboo Mountain Cultivation City.

Fang Xi returned to the shanty town with a normal expression.

The 'Three-Day Fragrance' had long since dissipated, and along the way, he hadn't noticed any signs of widespread panic.

After all, people frequently died outside the Cultivation City; everyone was used to it.

As long as no important figures died, they would quickly be forgotten.

"Moreover. . . if the Hundred Arts Tower were looking, they'd be searching for a fierce, burly man selling Taisui meat. What does that have to do with me, a humble Spirit Farmer?"

Fang Xi gathered some information, secretly feeling relieved.

However, his neighbor Chen Ping wasn't around, probably either in secluded cultivation or gone to pester Fellow Daoist Lu.

Fang Xi ignored him. After some thought, he directly sought out Di Qi.

"What? Fellow Daoist Fang, you actually killed a demon beast?"

Di Qi looked Fang Xi up and down, as if re-evaluating this Spirit Farmer.

"It was just good luck; coincidentally, this demon beast wasn't very strong either. . ."

Fang Xi displayed a shy smile. "The corpse is all at my place; I'll take you to see it. . ."

Of course, he wouldn't expose his storage bag in front of Di Qi, so he had directly placed the butchered demon beast meat at home.

Di Qi arrived at Fang Xi's wooden hut and, seeing the chunks of beast meat and the stark white bones, finally believed him. "Fellow Daoist, you truly have good fortune. . . Are you planning to. . . sell it?"

"Yes, I am!"

Fang Xi rubbed his hands, seemingly a bit embarrassed to speak. "This Cultivation City is full of intrigue, and I don't dare to parade it around. So, I could only trouble Fellow Daoist to handle it for me, couldn't I? If Fellow Daoist is willing, I can give you ten percent of the proceeds!"

"What a deal!"

Di Qi's eyes immediately lit up. His family had a demand for such things, and bringing this back would also count as a small contribution.

The key was. . . he could earn from both ends!

He immediately perked up. "What rank is this demon beast? How many jin (catty) does it weigh?"

"Roughly a first-order, low-grade. . . the meat is about three to four hundred jin, bones are extra. . . as for the hide, I kept that."

Fang Xi answered frankly.

Even for a Spirit Farmer, getting lucky and killing a demon beast was considered reasonably plausible.

After all, who could predict luck?

In any case, he didn't plan to sell a second demon beast through Di Qi.

Chapter 41: Qi Refinement Fourth Layer (Seeking Collections)

The next day.

Inside the shed's cellar.

Fang Xi sat cross-legged, gazing at a small black jade bottle in his hand.

This was a bottle of 'Wood Origin Pill', suitable for Qi Refinement cultivators in the early and middle stages who practiced wood-attribute cultivation methods, helping them advance their cultivation and possessing a slight effect in stimulating breakthroughs at bottlenecks.

"Di Qi is still quite trustworthy, but a monster's meat and bones only sold for twenty Spirit Stones, a bit of a loss. . . This person must have skimmed quite a bit off the top. . ."

This was within Fang Xi's expectations; what he truly wanted was to save trouble and complete the transaction quickly.

After all, he didn't have much time here.

In Da Liang, Fang Xi had left the caravan directly under the pretext of wanting to act alone.

The caravan was moving slowly anyway, and with the speed of his movement technique, he could catch up to a two or three day journey in just a few hours.

If he couldn't catch up. . . then he couldn't catch up!

After all, he had done his utmost; there was nothing more to say.

"What a pity, I can't go to the Hundred Arts Tower, and I can't sell Taisui meat anymore. . . Next time I hunt a monster, I'll have to disguise myself as a Rogue Cultivator and sell it at the market. . ."

"Compared to Di Qi, the Pill Cauldron Pavilion is truly ruthless! A bottle of pills sells for thirty Spirit Stones. . . and I even subsidized a lot myself. . ."

Thinking of the various pills in the Pill Cauldron Pavilion and their exorbitant prices, Fang Xi felt an impulse to grit his teeth and draw a sharp breath.

Was it easy for him to painstakingly act as a merchant transporting goods between two worlds? The result was that all the profits were taken by these monopolists!

"Sigh. . . look on the bright side, cultivation is everything."

Fang Xi calmed his emotions and poured out a single 'Wood Origin Pill' from the black jade bottle.

The pill was entirely emerald green, yet it carried a pungent, spicy scent.

He considered for a moment, then swallowed it directly, closing his eyes to refine it.

Not long after, Fang Xi's expression stirred as he felt a vast and gentle spiritual energy burst open within his Dantian Qi Sea, stirring the Eternal Spring Art to restless movement.

He instinctively began to circulate the third layer of the Eternal Spring Art, over and over again.

By the time Fang Xi returned to his senses, he had, unknowingly, circulated the cultivation method for a full three hours.

And when he performed an internal scan, his face immediately lit up with joy: "I've actually reached the peak of the third layer of Qi Refinement! This truly wasn't easy. . ."

Heaven help him, he was already at the third layer of Qi Refinement when he transmigrated, and he hadn't seen the peak even after more than a year!

Now, he had finally cultivated this layer of his cultivation method to its peak, and could now charge at the bottleneck of the middle stage of Qi Refinement!

"The power of pills is not bad!"

Fang Xi happily caressed the small black jade bottle; there were still two 'Wood Origin Pills' inside, which he estimated should be enough for him to break through the bottleneck of the middle stage of Qi Refinement!

"Sure enough, mindlessly meditating and cultivating is too foolish; popping pills is the true path!"

"Moreover, these spirit pills contain spiritual energy within them. Consuming them primarily involves refining the spiritual energy and medicinal properties for cultivation. Therefore, even over in Da Liang, one can still cultivate and make progress. . ."

For a moment, Fang Xi even thought of immediately returning to Da Liang to capture monsters on a large scale, then exchanging them for pills to cultivate.

But soon, he severed this delusion!

Cultivation advancing too quickly could lead to an unstable foundation!

Moreover, pills suitable for increasing spiritual power and breaking through bottlenecks in the middle and late stages of Qi Refinement were even more expensive!

Not to mention, consuming large quantities of pills would lead to issues with pill toxins, which would definitely affect breakthroughs to higher realms later on!

"Selling large quantities of monster meat, not to mention suppressing the market price, would be counterproductive and easily expose me. . ."

"Still, stability is key. I'm only seventeen, almost eighteen. . . No rush, no rush. . ."

Fang Xi gazed at the Wood Origin Pill in his hand, falling into contemplation.

One day later.

Fang Xi walked out of the shed, a trace of melancholy on his face.

Originally, he had thought that one more Wood Origin Pill would be enough to break through the bottleneck.

However, he hadn't expected that a single pill wasn't nearly enough. He had to consume the very last Wood Origin Pill just to barely break through the bottleneck of the fourth layer of Qi Refinement, becoming a middle-stage Qi Refinement cultivator at the fourth layer.

"Aptitude, ah!"

Fang Xi vaguely sensed that his lower-grade spiritual root aptitude would become an increasingly large obstacle on his path to longevity.

During the Qi Refinement stage, it was still manageable. While various pills for increasing spiritual power weren't common, as long as one was willing to throw Spirit Stones at it, they could always be bought.

However, pills for increasing spiritual power required by Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivators could only be seen at the Green Bamboo Mountain market's decade-long auctions.

Not to mention, once one reached the Core Formation level, both pill recipes and spiritual herbs hundreds of years old would become incredibly scarce and rare.

Attempting to advance purely by the power of pills, even without the problem of pill toxins, was simply unrealistic!

"Spiritual root. . . spiritual root. . . I wonder if there's a way to improve one's spiritual root?"

Fang Xi fell into contemplation.

According to the spiritual root theory of the cultivation world, every cultivator possessing a spiritual root must inherently have all five elements. It's just that one or several spiritual roots are more prominent, and the 'longest plank of wood' determines the cultivator's aptitude.

Fang Xi himself possessed a lower-grade, wood-biased spiritual root, meaning that among his five-element spiritual roots, his wood spiritual root was the strongest, but it only reached the lower-grade level.

Above lower-grade spiritual roots were middle-grade and upper-grade spiritual roots, and even the legendary Earth Spiritual Root and Heaven Spiritual Root — these were all within legend. Once they appeared, they would inevitably cause super sects to contend for them as Core Formation seeds! They were reserves for future powerhouses!

"But. . . I don't seem to have heard of any methods that can enhance spiritual roots? Perhaps this is due to my predecessor's low cultivation and limited knowledge?"

"If spiritual roots could be improved later in life, why would sects still strive to recruit disciples with excellent spiritual roots? Therefore, even if such a method exists, the price must be enormous. . ."

"Sigh. . . one word: difficult!"

Fang Xi quietly worried about his cultivation path.

He walked into the courtyard, and a tiny seed suddenly appeared in his hand.

This was a seed from a weed he had casually collected while serving as a Spirit Farmer here—an Iron Luo Grass seed!

This type of weed offered no benefits; it was simply extremely tough, comparable to steel.

Fang Xi took out this seed, but it was for practicing a spell!

After his cultivation advanced to the middle stage of Qi Refinement, he could finally escape the awkwardness of only knowing how to perform the Spirit Farmer's weed removal and rain-making spells during the early Qi Refinement stage, and could now practice first-order, middle-grade spells!

The spell he was about to practice was called—'Entanglement Art', a minor spell recorded in the 'Eternal Spring Art' cultivation method.

Its main purpose was to use spiritual power to rapidly grow seeds into vines to entangle and bind enemies!

As for common cultivation methods having common supporting spells. . . their power was just about this much.

Fang Xi recalled the incantation while channeling his spiritual power and throwing out the seed.

Thwack!

The seed landed on the ground, remaining motionless for a long time. . .

"Spell failed. . ."

Fang Xi sighed.

He had never been a genius on the path of cultivation.

Fortunately, spellcasting could be mastered through repeated practice.

Since Fang Xi didn't require immediate combat application, he could pronounce the incantation slower, and perform the spell hand seals likewise, in order to reduce the difficulty.

Half a day later.

Accompanied by a series of complex and tongue-twisting syllables, Fang Xi formed hand seals with both hands and threw out the Iron Luo Grass seed.

"Eternal Spring's command, myriad trees flourish!"

The next instant, Fang Xi felt the spiritual power within him gush out like a breached dam, pouring forth instantaneously!

The Iron Luo Grass seed that landed on the ground rapidly burst open, unfurling dark, roughly ten-foot-long leaves with sharp serrated edges, which immediately coiled around a wooden stake.

Crack! Crack!

The Iron Luo Grass, like a giant python, continuously tightened its coils. The wooden stake within instantly shattered, sending countless wood splinters flying.

"This power. . . it's just okay, I guess."

"In a crucial moment, I'll still have to rely on my fists!"

Seeing this scene, Fang Xi wasn't particularly disappointed.

"Haha. . . a fine wood-element spell!"

Just then, a voice of admiration suddenly came from beyond the wall.

Fang Xi looked over and saw his next-door neighbor Chen Ping, and couldn't help but smile: "Not at all. . . it's incomparable to the agility and destructive power of your fellow Daoist's fire-element spells."

Perhaps only this person could engage in such mutual commercial flattery with him.

Chen Ping's cultivation method was even worse than his, and his signature spell was merely a Fireball Art. He had truly immersed himself in it for many years, mastering the Fireball to an astonishing degree.

"But, this Entanglement Art is a first-order, middle-grade spell. Could it be, Fellow Daoist Fang, that you. . . ?"

Chen Ping suddenly looked at Fang Xi in surprise.

"Haha. . . By chance, I finally broke through to the middle stage of Qi Refinement!"

Fang Xi had originally not intended to conceal his cultivation progress.

What he truly wanted to conceal was his Body Cultivation.

"So that's how it is. My sincere congratulations, Fellow Daoist."

Chen Ping bowed solemnly, envy in his eyes.

His aptitude was indeed mediocre, making both cultivation and breakthroughs extraordinarily difficult.

At this moment, Chen Ping continued: "I just happened to meet Fellow Daoist, so I'll let you know. . . I'm moving."

"Oh? Why?"

Fang Xi was startled.

Was Chen Ping no longer a Spirit Farmer?

"To be honest, after receiving the inheritance of Talisman Master Zong, my talismanship has made some small progress. I am now a first-order, middle-grade Talisman Master. . ."

Chen Ping replied proudly.

This time, it was Fang Xi's turn to envy Chen Ping.

A first-order, middle-grade Talisman Master was far more valuable than a middle-stage Qi Refinement cultivator.

'Damn it, there's no justice. . . Talisman Master Zong was only barely at this rank, and Chen Ping previously struggled even to draw first-order, lower-grade spirit talismans. How did he suddenly gain enlightenment? '

Fang Xi was completely bewildered.

Chen Ping rubbed his head, then revealed a simple, honest smile: "Also. . . Fellow Daoist Lu saw my diligence and was moved by my talent in the Dao of Talismans. She's willing to stay and guide me for a few days, so she won't be leaving anytime soon. . ."

". . . " Fang Xi was even more speechless, forcing himself to suppress a twitch at the corner of his mouth as he congratulated: "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist! Your sincerity has moved even stone and metal!"

In the cultivation world, first or second marriages held no importance. Even female cultivators could keep three thousand male companions and be flattered by everyone.

This was because, in terms of 'power', female cultivators could also cultivate and break through, not yielding in the slightest to male cultivators.

Equality in power was the true root of equality!

And Lu Zhi had high cultivation, good looks, and a large inheritance. . .

At this moment, Fang Xi felt a little sour.

After his sigh of emotion, Fang Xi suddenly recalled the interactions between Yun Meng and others with Chen Ping: 'Perhaps. . . this Fellow Daoist Chen. . . truly possesses a unique charm? '

However, no matter how he looked, he still couldn't tell. Besides, if there really was a secret, how could Chen Ping have fared so poorly before?

"Haha. . . when Fellow Daoist Lu and I become Daoist Companions, Fellow Daoist Fang will surely not miss out on a cup of spirit wine!"

Chen Ping laughed heartily, brimming with high spirits.

Chapter 42: Three Yuan City (Please recommend)

‘Chen Ping must have a secret! ’

Back in the Da Liang world, Fang Xi's eyes glinted with a sharp light: ‘Should I. . . ? ’

The next moment, he couldn't help but laugh softly: "In a Great Thousand World, cultivators' opportunities aren't exclusive to me alone; isn't it normal for someone to have a few secrets? There's no need to dig into every detail, or even kill people for their treasures. . . that would be putting the cart before the horse! No matter how great his secret, could it be greater than mine? ”

To sit on a mountain of gold and still plot to snatch coppers from a beggar, that truly would be. . . low-class!

Having understood this point, Fang Xi set aside his curiosity about Chen Ping, identified the direction, and spurred his horse to catch up with the convoy.

To be honest, he actually quite liked this status of being apart from the main group, a semi-lone wolf, as it was more convenient for him to conceal certain things.

For example. . . Fang Xi had been constantly searching for traces of demon beasts in the wild.

Unfortunately, even though the Da Liang world was plagued by demons, they weren't found everywhere.

Ever since he killed that chameleon, Fang Xi's entire luck seemed to have run out.

During this period, he roamed the wilderness but didn't encounter any demon beasts.

The journey was uneventful, and he soon caught up with the convoy again.

“Young master is back! ”

Bai He's eyes were filled with smiles when she saw Fang Xi.

“Mm, I’m back! ”

Fang Xi nodded, looking at the increasingly vast convoy.

As the convoy passed through other towns, it naturally replenished its livestock and carriages, becoming increasingly grand and cumbersome. . . However, the hardship of the journey was significantly reduced.

After exchanging a few words with the maidservants, Fang Xi went to find Han Pang Zi.

“Oh? Brother Fang wants to know about Three Yuan City's factions? ”

Han Pang Zi was sitting in a carriage, eating fruit peeled by his concubine, and burst into laughter upon hearing this: “That’s simple enough. . . ”

Since he was idle anyway during the journey, Han Pang Zi simply gave Fang Xi a detailed explanation of the power distribution in Three Yuan City.

As the capital city of Ding Prefecture, Three Yuan City boasted a large population and prosperous industries, with its factions a tangled mix of dragons and snakes.

“If we're talking about Three Yuan City's top power, that would naturally be the Ding Prefecture Army! The Ding Prefecture Army is the imperial court's stabilizing force in Ding Prefecture. . . Every soldier in the army must grasp their blood-qi, having reached the first transformation of a Martial Apprentice! Only those with three blood-qi transformations can serve as squad leaders, True Force martial artists can be camp commanders, and above camp commanders are the eight great captains, each a True Vigor Martial Master famous for many years. . . As for the general. . . ” Han Pang Zi deliberately left a suspenseful pause.

“Could it be a True Vigor Martial Saint? ” Fang Xi interjected.

“If one were a Grandmaster, one could naturally take on the role of general, but that's not the case. . . ” Han Pang Zi burst into hearty laughter: “Being able to fight doesn't mean being able to wage war. . . High martial arts skill doesn't mean one can command a large army. The Ding Prefecture Army's general is simply a military official appointed by the Da Liang imperial court; his strength is hard to say. However, it's rumored that he has an elite personal guard force by his side, so even a Grandmaster might not be able to get close. . . ”

“That certainly makes sense. ” Fang Xi nodded: “The imperial court is the first, so what about the second power? ”

“The second power is Yuan He Mountain. ”

Han Pang Zi specifically glanced at Fang Xi, seeing his expressionless face before continuing: “Yuan He Mountain is a major sect in Ding Prefecture, with dozens of True Vigor Martial Masters within its gates, and True Force martial artists emerging endlessly. Its network of connections is deeply entrenched. . . It's said that within the sect, there's even a Grandmaster Patriarch, though whether that's true or false is unknown. ”

“As for the third, that would be the Monster Hunting Association! ”

“Monster Hunting Association? ” Hearing that name, Fang Xi suddenly felt a favorable impression; he probably had some affinity with this organization.

Han Pang Zi, oblivious to Fang Xi's thoughts, introduced: “There are too many demon beasts in the mountains and wilds, and they're too elusive. Mobilizing the imperial army or even divine constables to deal with them one by one is too troublesome. Civilian martial artists are also a good force, so the Monster Hunting Association emerged to meet this need. It's equivalent to the imperial court issuing bounties; martial artists with ability can go hunt demon beasts and exchange them for rewards. . . They can also gain fame throughout the land! Which martial artist doesn't love fame and fortune? This Monster Hunting Association is spread throughout the entire prefecture. Once a martial artist subjugates a troublesome demon beast, they'll become famous, and there's even a monthly ranking. . . ”

“Indeed, quite good. ”

Fang Xi continued to inquire, learning that the fourth and fifth powers were the Merchant Alliance and the Martial Alliance, which left him speechless.

The Merchant Alliance was a commercial federation; it went without saying that without merchants, the populace couldn't prosper.

As for the Martial Alliance, the alliance of martial arts halls, it was surprisingly ranked only fifth. Truly, those who publicly sold their skills never had anything truly good.

Martial arts taught for money would always be at the lowest tier; it was understandable, completely understandable, that they'd end up in such a sorry state.

“Han Pang Zi, you seem to have missed something, like the black market forces? ” Fang Xi thought for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Haha. . . the black market is just rats in a ditch, what kind of power could they have? ” Han Pang Zi laughed with humble deference: “Apart from that, there are the four great noble families and the like. The reason they aren't ranked separately is because their influence spans across various sectors. For example, the Huang family has people serving as captains in the Ding Prefecture Army, they run businesses, their merchant houses hold many voting rights in the Merchant Alliance, and furthermore, they influence some martial arts halls, secretly gathering many experts to serve as their wings. They're very difficult to deal with. . . ”

“I wasn't thinking of dealing with anyone. . . ” Fang Xi gave a wry laugh: “I just want to practice martial arts diligently and become a Grandmaster one day! ”

“Grandmaster? ” Han Pang Zi gave a bitter smile: “To achieve True Vigor? How incredibly difficult. . . I only heard an elder mention it once, something about ‘spirit merging with vigor’ and ‘unity of heaven and man’. . . ”

“Spirit merging with vigor? ”

Fang Xi recalled that similar descriptions were also present in the Yuan He Mountain secret manual.

However, it was explained more clearly.

The gap between a Grandmaster and a Martial Master was vast, divided into many steps.

The first step to becoming a Grandmaster was to cultivate 'fist intent'!

As for the second step, it was the 'subtle manifestation of vigor,' using true vigor to refine the 'great spinal dragon,' surging straight to the crown of the head, and breaking through the Niwan Palace!

This wasn't recorded in the secret manual; it was something Linghu Yang's master had told him.

First-step Martial Master, second-step Martial Master. . . presumably there were third-step, fourth-step, and so on, later. . .

As for when one could become a Grandmaster, Linghu Yang didn't know either.

‘Cultivating as a Martial Master is even harder than as a Martial Artist. . . ’

‘What a pity, the Yuan He Five Thunder Hand secret manual I have is incomplete. . . Perhaps, I should think of a way? ’

Fang Xi gazed at the scenery outside the carriage, lost in thought.

......

During the following month, Fang Xi often fell behind the convoy, traveling to the South Barrens Cultivation World to farm and handle his social interactions there.

Occasionally, he would rush about through the mountains and wilds of Ding Prefecture, searching for traces of demon beasts.

After expending immense effort, he finally hunted down a two-headed snake demon, flayed its skin, and stored its meat for sale.

As for this outcome, Fang Xi gradually came to terms with it.

If demons were found everywhere in the countryside, how would the common people farm their lands?

This world would likely have ended long ago, and the Da Liang imperial court wouldn't exist.

Therefore, although there were demons in the wilderness, they were ultimately very few.

The situation before in Black Stone City, for instance, was purely due to the emergence of the Progenitor Demonic Tree, which drove away other demon beasts; it was an exception!

......

On this day.

The convoy drove up a hill. Looking out, a large city came into view in the distance.

This grand city was located at the confluence of two large rivers, with massive docks constructed along them.

Under the sunlight, the moat shimmered with ripples, and large pleasure boats glided gracefully upon it. . .

The majestic ancient city exuded an ancient aura. On its plaque, the large characters 'Three Yuan' were clearly visible.

“Three Yuan City, we’re here! ”

Many people in the convoy cheered.

They had finally reached the end of their journey!

“Young master, look! ”

Bai He excitedly pointed to the city not far away: “So many people. . . so beautiful. . . ”

“Indeed! ”

Fang Xi smiled, dotingly patting her head, then said to Mu Piao Miao: “Piao Miao. . . I'll leave Bai He in your care. ”

“Please rest assured, Senior Brother! ” Mu Piao Miao subconsciously agreed, then realized something was off: “Senior Brother. . . aren't you entering the city? ”

“I merely escorted you this far. A farewell is inevitable after a long journey. I'm leaving now! ”

Fang Xi waved his hand at Mu Cang Long and Han Pang Zi, then turned and strode away.

Entering the city with so many people was definitely not his plan.

After all, too many people meant too many mouths, and he had previously displayed some extraordinary qualities.

Even Mu Cang Long might not trust him a hundred percent.

Moreover, the siege of Black Stone City was a major event, and the authorities would certainly be paying attention. When they discovered this group of survivors and interrogated them, who among them could hold out?

Human hearts, too, couldn't withstand scrutiny.

Therefore, Fang Xi chose not to test human nature directly.

As long as he maintained his mysterious disappearance, and no one knew his whereabouts, no one would think of informing the authorities.

Thus, he decided to leave alone, not even taking Bai He with him.

After all, she was merely a maidservant. His protection, allowing her to survive the demonic disaster and safely reach Three Yuan City, was already an immense kindness.

He owed her nothing, only kindness.

Fang Xi departed with utmost nonchalance.

Watching his retreating figure, both Mu Cang Long and Han Pang Zi fell silent.

While they were indeed grateful for Fang Xi's life-saving grace and might not betray their benefactor, what lay deep within their hearts was truly hard to say.

But now, not even a trace of such thoughts remained.

Because Fang Xi simply gave them no opportunity!

......

“After becoming a True Vigor Martial Master, it's quite difficult to progress further. Currently, my combat power is equivalent to a second-step Martial Master, but I haven't even taken a single step on the path to Grandmaster. . . Although I have the aid of Divine Consciousness and the 'subtle manifestation' realm, comprehending fist intent should be quick. . . ”

“But martial arts are merely a means to protect the Dao; immortal cultivation is the true path to longevity. . . ”

Back in the cultivation world, Fang Xi felt the spiritual energy, far more abundant than in Da Liang, and sighed inwardly.

He emerged from the cellar into his shed, only to find a 'Sound Transmission Talisman' floating outside his house!

Fang Xi reached out and took it, injecting a wisp of magical power.

A clear, crisp girl's voice resounded: “Is that Fellow Daoist Fang Xi? This humble one is Situ Qing Qing, the newly appointed spirit farm steward. I ask Fellow Daoist to send me a message after seeing this Sound Transmission Talisman. ”

“The Situ Clan actually changed people? ”

Fang Xi, holding the Sound Transmission Talisman, was quite surprised, but still followed her instructions, injecting magical power and tossing it upwards.

Whoosh!

The Sound Transmission Talisman transformed into a streak of fire and vanished.

Not long after, an 'Iron Leaf Boat' artifact flew over.

Standing upon the Iron Leaf Boat was none other than a maiden dressed in green robes.

Her willow-like brows were delicately painted, her skin slightly pale. Her features, while not individually striking, were remarkably harmonious, imparting an ethereal, fairy-like quality. Her long hair cascaded to her waist, making her appear like a lady stepping out of a landscape painting.

“Greetings, Fellow Daoist Situ! ”

Fang Xi quickly bowed.

Although he sensed that the other party was merely at the mid-stage Qi Refinement realm, she was, after all, a member of the Situ Clan!

“Fellow Daoist Fang is also an old hand among our Green Bamboo Mountain spirit farmers; there's no need to be so polite! ”

Situ Qing Qing spoke, her voice as clear and pure as a mountain spring.

Chapter 43: Signs (Please Collect)

“I wonder how Fellow Daoist Situ Ying is doing? ”

Fang Xi gazed at the Situ family's newly appointed agricultural overseer, struggling to find a topic for a long while before finally asking the doubt in his heart.

Situ Qing Qing's expression grew stern: "Upon investigation. . . this individual was found to be negligent in his duties, deceiving his superiors and oppressing his subordinates, and engaging in extortion. He has already been apprehended by the family, subjected to the Thunder Whip Punishment, and ordered to face the wall in self-reflection. . . Was Fellow Daoist in seclusion before? Otherwise, you would have known already."

"I see."

Fang Xi nodded, secretly pleased in his heart. That old exploiter Situ Ying had finally met his retribution!

He even felt a glimmer of goodwill towards the Situ family.

But that glimmer of goodwill was swiftly extinguished, for he was a spirit farmer, and if a landlord merely offered a small benefit and he became overflowing with gratitude, that, in essence, was still the slave mentality ingrained in his bones!

Nevertheless, on the surface, Fang Xi let his emotions show, profoundly moved: "The Situ family truly sees through the smallest details! With Miss Qing Qing's arrival, justice will prevail. . ."

'This person. . . is truly too obsequious. '

Situ Qing Qing suddenly found it a bit sickening. Originally, seeing Fang Xi was a mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivator, she had intended to ask a few more questions, but now she simply said: "If you have any matters in the future, you can directly find me at Earth-Rank Cave Dwelling Number Three in the market town."

She immediately piloted her Iron Leaf Boat, speeding away.

Gazing at the departing Situ Qing Qing, Fang Xi narrowed his eyes slightly: "Heh heh. . ."

He didn't quite believe Situ Qing Qing's explanation.

Through Di Qi, he also knew a bit about the attitude of those cultivation families towards their fellow clansmen.

Even if the Situ family was a Foundation Establishment family, every clan member with a spiritual root was important. How could they be punished for such a small matter?

Yes. . . to cultivators, slightly overcharging spirit farmers by a few bushels was indeed a small matter!

Therefore, Situ Qing Qing's transfer was highly unusual!

The other party might have other schemes, or be secretly investigating something!

'It couldn't possibly be that they're investigating me, could it? '

Fang Xi came to the Jade Green Bamboo Grove, pulling weeds with his bare hands, and suddenly sighed again.

This market town. . . was restless again!

Or rather, it had just barely settled down from the craze of the Purple Mystical Mountain mystic realm. Less than a year had passed, and it seemed new undercurrents were already lurking!

'I hope I won't be implicated. . . '

'But I am a spirit farmer employed by the Situ family. When the nest is overturned, how can any egg remain intact? '

'Should I just run first? Anyway, I no longer care about the income from farming this land. . . but the channels of Green Bamboo Mountain market town are still very important. . . '

For a moment, Fang Xi fell into hesitation.

However, he quickly decided to observe the situation first.

...

Due to Situ Qing Qing's appearance, Fang Xi became somewhat suspicious and paranoid, temporarily abandoning his plans to go to the Da Liang world, or to disguise himself and peddle monster meat as an outsider rogue cultivator in the market. Instead, he honestly focused on cultivating the Longevity Art, Entangling Art, and being a spirit farmer.

As a result, Fang Xi also discovered something.

Without pills to consume, and cultivating in a third-rate spiritual energy environment, his progress with the fourth layer of the Longevity Art was agonizingly slow.

Even after meditating and refining qi for six to eight hours every day, his cultivation technique still progressed at a snail's pace.

According to his estimation, if this continued, it might take more than a decade to fully cultivate the fourth layer of the Longevity Art — and that didn't even include breaking through the bottleneck to the fifth layer.

The difficulty faced by rogue cultivators and those with poor aptitude in cultivating immortality was thus evident.

"Just accumulating spiritual energy is already so difficult. . . let alone breaking through bottlenecks. This low-grade spiritual root truly is miserable. . ."

"And according to the information I've gathered, the disadvantages of a low-grade spiritual root are all-encompassing. Even when refining the spiritual energy from pills, the absorption rate is significantly worse than for mid-grade or superior-grade spiritual roots. . . How can one even begin to describe the sheer misery of it?"

After another session of meditation, Fang Xi rose, his brows filled with helplessness.

Under the premise that his aptitude and spiritual vein environment remained unchanged, without the aid of pills, he might not even be able to cultivate to the realm of Qi Refinement Perfection in this lifetime!

"The only good news is that after achieving great perfection in the Primal Chaos Art, I can now lock in my entire body's blood-qi. . . Even if I reach one hundred years old, the blood-qi hurdle won't be able to stop me!"

"But if my spiritual energy doesn't reach great perfection, I won't even have the qualification to attempt Foundation Establishment!"

Fang Xi's expression was cold and stern.

In reality, cultivators at Qi Refinement Great Perfection, even without using Foundation Establishment spiritual items or a Foundation Establishment Pill, still had a chance to autonomously attempt to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

It was just that the success rate was pitifully low, reportedly less than ten percent, and once failed, it immediately resulted in death and the extinguishing of one's Dao.

Fang Xi never liked to gamble on success rates. If he were to attempt Foundation Establishment, he would at least need to acquire one Foundation Establishment Pill, to ensure that even if he failed, he wouldn't die.

As long as he didn't die, everything could be restarted!

He stood up, cleaned himself off, and walked out the main door.

"Oh, young man next door, would you like to explore the Dao of Yin and Yang with this humble one?"

Next door, from the wooden house where Chen Ping had originally lived, a seductive female cultivator happened to emerge, smiling as she extended the invitation.

"Fairy, please don't jest!"

Fang Xi refused with a serious expression, heading towards a certain spot on Green Bamboo Mountain.

He had a gathering with Jiu Xuan Shang Ren and Di Qi.

...

Green Bamboo Mountain.

Near the spirit field region, a place of beautiful mountains and clear waters.

Fang Xi had specially hunted and roasted two pheasants, sprinkling them with special spices. They sizzled with oil, emitting an enticing aroma.

Jiu Xuan Shang Ren and Di Qi each sat on one side, gazing covetously.

Fang Xi looked around, a little regretful: "Fellow Daoist Chen didn't come again. . ."

"Sigh. . . you wouldn't know, Fellow Daoist Chen has truly risen in prominence!"

Jiu Xuan Shang Ren's tone was a bit envious: "Ever since he acquired Talisman Master Zong's notes, Fellow Daoist Chen's progress on the path of talisman making has been simply phenomenal! It's said he's recently been attempting to create first-order superior-grade talismans. . ."

"This. . ."

Fang Xi was somewhat flabbergasted.

Could it be. . . that Chen Ping truly was a once-in-a-century genius at talisman making? Had he simply not awakened before?

"Not only that, Fellow Daoist Lu Zhi has also changed her attitude towards Fellow Daoist Chen. Just two days ago, I even saw them walking arm-in-arm, quite intimately. . ."

Di Qi also began to feel envious.

Don't look at him as a family cultivator; he was just from a Qi Refinement family, not much stronger than a rogue cultivator.

If he could kill Chen Ping and take his place, he'd undoubtedly be a hundred times willing.

What if she's a widow? What if she has children?

His stomach wasn't good; he was suited to be supported, and besides, Lu Zhi was quite pretty. . .

"If Fellow Daoist Chen becomes a first-order superior-grade talisman master, his standing in the market town will truly be no less than those experts at Qi Refinement Great Perfection."

Fang Xi sighed with emotion, looking left and right: "When should we prepare generous gifts and pay him a visit?"

As rogue cultivators, they still needed that much foresight.

"Naturally, naturally. . . " Jiu Xuan Shang Ren nodded repeatedly. Although he felt a sourness in his heart, it didn't prevent them from building good relations with Chen Ping; who knew when he might be useful in the future!

"Heh heh. . . don't bother thinking about it."

At this moment, Di Qi sneered a few times, shaking his head: "Chen Ping has already moved into a market town cave dwelling. A few days ago, when I went to visit, I was actually stopped at the door. . . by people from Yun Meng Xianzi's side! I tell you. . . after he rose to prominence, he's long forgotten us old acquaintances. . ."

'Yun Meng Xianzi again? '

Instinctively, Fang Xi felt that Chen Ping wasn't that kind of person, but if it was Yun Meng Xianzi and Shen Hao Ran doing it, it was quite possible.

Those two had very keen insight; they had already been investing in Chen Ping.

Now that Chen Ping had the momentum to soar, it was only natural for them to further secure him, and expelling his old acquaintances to replace his social network was to be expected.

It was said that some domineering sects and families, if they encountered exceptionally talented cultivators outstanding in the Four Arts of Cultivation, would simply abduct them and use them as tools until their dying breath!

'But Chen Ping's speed of progress in the talisman dao is still a bit abnormal. . . Did Situ Qing Qing come because of him? '

A thought emerged in Fang Xi's mind, and he then sincerely asked the two: "Are there any recent rumors?"

Jiu Xuan Shang Ren, with rosy cheeks, recounted a pile of strange tales and unusual occurrences.

Di Qi drank sullenly, occasionally adding a few sentences.

From this, Fang Xi roughly understood that everything in the market town was normal, and there was no particular rising price trend for artifacts or talismans.

And there was no news of war.

'It seems perhaps I'm being a bit too paranoid? '

'Maybe the Situ family just suddenly appointed a Law Enforcement Elder who hates evil like a personal enemy. . . '

Fang Xi comforted himself.

At this moment, Di Qi spoke again: "If you want the biggest news. . . it's naturally that the Purple Mystical Mountain mystic realm was jointly breached by Red Leaf Valley and the Situ family. It's been completely swept clean. The blockade there has now been lifted, but it's just a wasteland now. Rogue cultivators have scoured it several times over, but they can't find anything. . ."

"Purple Mystical Mountain mystic realm?"

Fang Xi thought of Old Mai Tou and couldn't help but fall silent.

A moment later, Jiu Xuan Shang Ren said enviously: "It seems the Purple Mystical Mountain was just a small mystic realm, not really warranting the joint efforts of two major powers. . . It's just that all the spiritual items within have been plundered. Perhaps in the next few years, the Situ family and Red Leaf Valley will gain a few more great cultivators at Foundation Establishment. . ."

The speaker had no intention, but the listener took it to heart!

Upon hearing this, Fang Xi's heart skipped a beat.

An ancient saying goes, 'When prosperity reaches its peak, it begins to decline,' and there was some truth to it.

The Situ family and Red Leaf Valley had obtained many treasures; it was hard to guarantee that outsiders wouldn't covet them.

Would they be pleased if these two families produced a few more Foundation Establishment cultivators?

Even being a bit more petty-minded, one mountain cannot hold two tigers. After the spoils were gone, could Red Leaf Valley and the Situ family truly coexist in harmony?

'Perhaps the recent strangeness stems from this? '

Fang Xi gnawed on a chicken leg, yet his mood inexplicably relaxed.

He was currently at the lowest rung of the cultivation world. Whatever changes happened above had nothing to do with him, as long as he submitted his grain on time!

'Cultivator wars? Absolutely cannot get involved! '

'When it comes to escaping, no one in the world can surpass me! '

'At worst, if chaos erupts here, I'll just go hide in Da Liang for a few years! '

Chapter 44: An Encounter (Please recommend)

After a period of 'lying low', Fang Xi sensed that Situ Qing Qing's attention had waned concerning his affairs, so he finally found an opportunity to disguise himself as a rogue cultivator and enter the Green Bamboo Mountain market town.

This time, he wore a dark green robe, a bamboo hat on his head, his build burly, and an intimidating aura emanating from him.

‘Last time, I was only at the early-stage Qi Refinement, even a mere shop assistant looked down on me. ’

‘This time is much better, my mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivation can no longer be considered poor. . . ’

As he passed by the Hundred Arts Tower, Fang Xi didn't spare it a glance.

Some hatreds, if the time isn't right, he would only bury deep within his heart.

After heading to the Situ Clan's stronghold in the market and paying a Spirit Crystal for the stall fee, Fang Xi arrived at his own stall and patted his storage pouch.

A roll of snakeskin, a large pile of stark white snake bones, and snake meat preserved with ice cubes appeared.

A bloody stench mixed with a foul odor caused the stall owners on either side to wrinkle their brows.

But looking at the fierce and intimidating Fang Xi, who clearly wasn't to be trifled with, they dared not utter a word, only daring to grumble silently in their minds.

"It's demon beast meat!"

"Cultivators who can hunt demon beasts are truly top-tier ruthless individuals!"

"I also want to hunt demon beasts, but alas, demon beasts are extremely rare in Yue Kingdom, and any that are occasionally found are long since monopolized by local cultivators. . ."

"Let me take a look!"

The onlookers exchanged scattered comments, when a cultivator dressed as a scholar stepped forward: "Esteemed brother, greetings! May I ask what grade this demon beast meat is? And how is it sold?"

"First-grade low-tier demon snake meat, ten catties for one low-grade Spirit Stone! The snake bones are five Spirit Stones for the entire lot! The snakeskin is open to negotiation. . ."

Fang Xi sat cross-legged and replied with a slight lift of his eyelids.

"What a pity, this meat looks like it's been stored for a while, even with ice, it's not very fresh. . ."

The scholar sighed regretfully and stood up, offering his evaluation.

"Poor scoundrel, scram!"

Fang Xi's eyelids opened fully, revealing faint glints of light.

This scholar wasn't a body cultivator, and his entire attire wasn't worth a single low-grade Spirit Stone. Crucially, his cultivation was only at early-stage Qi Refinement!

He simply wasn't his target customer!

"Ah, ah. . . brother, why such anger? I'll leave now. . . I'll leave now. . . " The scholar was so startled his legs went weak and he scurried into the crowd.

The rogue cultivators, enjoying the show, let out laughter, but didn't find anything amiss.

Cultivators with higher cultivation could openly humiliate those with lower cultivation; this was the law of the jungle in the cultivation world.

In the past, Fang Xi had been at the very bottom, but now, after advancing to mid-stage Qi Refinement, he could barely be said to have climbed up a bit.

Alas. . . the peak was still a distant reach.

"Oh? More demon beast meat?"

Not long after, a boorish voice drifted over.

The crowd parted in the middle, as a burly man, over two meters tall, like an iron tower, approached the stall, disregarding the snakeskin and bones, and only eyeing the snake meat.

After asking about the price, he shook his head: "Ten catties for one Spirit Stone? That's too expensive!"

Fang Xi glanced at the man, confirming he was also a body cultivator, and immediately put on a friendly smile: "Daoist friend, if you purchase fifty catties or more, I can offer a discount. . ."

After some haggling, the burly man finally tossed out four Spirit Stones and bought fifty catties of snake meat.

Unfortunately, after that burly man, there wasn't much business.

Only a talisman master apprentice came and spent one Spirit Stone to buy all the snake blood, reportedly to mix talisman ink.

Fang Xi wasn't anxious; cultivators' patience was always excellent, and the spiritual energy within the market town far surpassed that of the shack district, so it was a good time to meditate.

He meditated for an entire day.

As it approached time to pack up his stall, Fang Xi mused to himself: "The market today was decent, with nine Spirit Stones entering my account. . ."

Rogue cultivators without residency tokens were not permitted to stay overnight in the market town; this was also to prevent rogue cultivators from freeloading off the market town's spiritual energy.

Just as Fang Xi was about to pack up his stall, he saw two cultivators approaching, laughing and chatting, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch slightly: ‘It's actually those two? ’

The ones who arrived were none other than Chen Ping and Lu Zhi.

At this moment, Chen Ping was wearing a lake-blue silkworm silk magic robe embroidered with gold edges, looking spirited and full of vigor. Lu Zhi, meanwhile, had changed out of her mourning clothes and donned a vibrant red dress, making her appear even more alluring.

The two strolled along, looking around, and soon arrived before Fang Xi's stall.

"Not bad, not bad, as expected, there's demon beast hide for sale here!"

Chen Ping poked the snakeskin with his finger, then expressed some regret: "What a pity. . . it's only a first-grade low-tier demon beast. Daoist friend, how much for this roll of snakeskin?"

Evidently, he hadn't recognized Fang Xi.

After all, Fang Xi had used a cultivation technique to adjust his physique, appearing tall and burly, a completely different person from his previous slightly slender self.

"One price, ten Spirit Stones!"

Seeing a 'sucker' appear at his stall at this moment, Fang Xi thoughtfully glanced at Lu Zhi, and immediately raised the price.

Men, you see, in front of women, especially beautiful ones, always like to spend unnecessarily, putting on a show of wealth they might not have.

"Deal! " Chen Ping, as expected, agreed without a second thought.

Lu Zhi, on the other hand, frowned slightly: "This snakeskin is worth five Spirit Stones at most. . . isn't ten a bit too high?"

"Ah. . . this snakeskin is in perfect condition. If carefully processed, it can produce at least a hundred talisman papers, and special talisman papers made from demon beast hide are much better than ordinary paper. It's even said to increase the success rate of talisman crafting, so it's really not expensive. . . " Fang Xi was, after all, good friends with Chen Ping, and knew a thing or two about talisman papers, so he spoke casually, fabricating his words.

"Precisely, and. . . Sister Zhi, this kind of demon beast hide talisman paper is even more special to me. . . Besides, as you know, I'm already a first-grade high-tier Talisman Master. This slight premium is a mere drop in the ocean; I'll earn it back by drawing a few more talismans."

Chen Ping gazed tenderly at Lu Zhi.

‘Have these two's relationship progressed to this extent? Should I expect a wedding banquet soon? ’

‘Wait. . . has Chen Ping's talisman dao truly advanced so quickly? Last I heard from Jiu Xuan, he was still attempting to refine first-grade high-tier talismans, and now he's succeeded? That's not logical. . . no, that's not cultivation! ’

Just as Fang Xi was complaining internally, Lu Zhi was actually convinced and nodded, saying: "Fine, I'll go along with you!"

Chen Ping immediately tossed out ten Spirit Stones and took the demon snakeskin.

Fang Xi watched the 'sucker' depart, still feeling a tinge of regret.

‘If I had known this, I should have sold the chameleon hide too. . . Alas, bringing it out now might be too conspicuous. ’

He had already disposed of the chameleon demon beast to Di Qi; if he sold the hide again, it might expose this identity.

Besides, this demon beast hide had special properties; Fang Xi preferred to keep it for himself.

Just as he was watching Chen Ping leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and saw a flash of green.

Fang Xi's pupils constricted slightly, but he immediately continued packing up his stall and leaving as if nothing had happened. . .

It wasn't until he had left the market town that he let out a long breath: "It was actually Situ Qing Qing. . . was she tailing Chen Ping?"

"Could it be. . . she's truly investigating Chen Ping, and not me?"

"Did I just overthink things before?"

"No. . . why would the Situ Clan be so interested in Chen Ping? Do they want to win him over, or perhaps kidnap him and use him as a tool? No. . . Chen Ping isn't worthy of such treatment yet, unless he can break through to a second-grade Talisman Master, but how could that be possible?"

Fang Xi chuckled to himself, casually burned his clothes, changed back into his spirit farmer attire, and returned to his shack to continue cultivating.

The path of cultivation values perseverance above all else.

Even if his daily Qi Refinement speed was like a snail's, he couldn't afford to neglect it.

‘Now that I have Spirit Stones, I can buy some pills to aid my cultivation tomorrow? ’

As he sat in meditation, a thought surfaced in Fang Xi's mind: ‘But this doesn't seem very worthwhile. . . The Spirit Stones I possess are enough to buy several 'Blood-Qi Pills' and other elixirs suitable for body cultivators. . . If I have pills to assist, my martial arts will improve faster. If I push my martial arts to the third level of Body Cultivation, then whether I sell meat or engage in other trades later, I'll feel much more at ease. Spirit Stone accumulation will be faster, and buying spiritual pills to aid cultivation later seems more efficient and can better increase my combat power! ’

Increase combat power!

As Fang Xi sensed an ominous cloud approaching, this reasoning became even more compelling.

After all, self-preservation was the top priority!

The next day.

Fang Xi rose early, ignoring the greeting from the female cultivator next door, and headed to the market town.

Hundred Refinements Workshop!

As soon as he entered, a wave of heat assailed his nostrils.

As the largest artifact crafting establishment in Green Bamboo Mountain market town, the Hundred Refinements Workshop appeared quite unpretentious.

In the front was the counter for selling artifacts, while in the back, there were many furnaces, and a dozen or so artifact refining apprentices were attempting to repair and refine artifacts under the guidance of their respective masters.

"Daoist friend, are you here to purchase an artifact?"

A blacksmith with bare arms and flushed cheeks approached to greet him and asked politely.

"I wish to commission an artifact!"

As Fang Xi spoke, he took out the chameleon hide he had previously acquired: "Although this demon beast was not of a high rank, it excelled at concealing its presence. I wish to use this hide as material to craft a special artifact suitable for concealment!"

"So that's how it is. Please come in, I'll go fetch Master Gu!"

The blacksmith led Fang Xi to a guest room. Not long after, the door was pushed open, and an old man with white hair walked in: "This old one is Gu Tian. Daoist friend, do you wish to craft a special type of artifact?"

"Precisely so! " Fang Xi nodded.

Gu Tian examined the demon beast hide thoroughly, then took out a strange artifact and inspected it for a long while, before nodding and then shaking his head: "This demon beast hide is of average grade, with average defense. . . Fortunately, it's relatively complete, and can be inscribed with formations. Does honored guest have any other requests?"

"The artifact's grade doesn't need to be high, low-grade will suffice. There are no particular requirements for its defensive power either. . . " Fang Xi stated: "The main focus is on concealment; it needs to be optimized, ideally to the point where mortals cannot detect it under any circumstances. . . As for detection by cultivators using spiritual eye techniques, there's no requirement for that."

Even though Gu Tian had encountered many strange clients, Fang Xi's request still struck him dumbfounded: "So. . . this is an artifact specifically for mortals?"

An artifact that any cultivator could see through at a glance was practically an insult to his craftsmanship!

Only then did Fang Xi reveal his true intentions: "So. . . there's no need to add any precious materials, nor any special formations. . . Can it be made a bit cheaper?"

Low-grade artifacts in the Green Bamboo Mountain market town generally cost around ten Spirit Stones, while mid-grade and high-grade artifacts ranged from dozens to hundreds of Spirit Stones.

However, customizing special types of artifacts was definitely more expensive, even for a low-grade artifact.

Master Gu was momentarily speechless, before finally speaking: "Alright, I'll charge you fifteen low-grade Spirit Stones. Pay a five Spirit Stone deposit first, and then sign the contract. . ."

Since its establishment, the Hundred Refinements Workshop had always been a highly reputable establishment.

Furthermore, after signing the contract, secrecy was guaranteed.

For Fang Xi, it was naturally everything he could wish for.

After imbuing a trace of magic power into the two-part contract to form a seal, Fang Xi paid the five Spirit Stones and walked out of the Hundred Refinements Workshop.

Chapter 45: The Eight Great Demon Kings (Seeking Collections)

Da Liang world.

Three Yuan City.

After confirming that Situ Qing Qing was indeed watching Chen Ping, Fang Xi waited for a while longer. Once his artifact was refined, he finally sealed the cellar with a protective talisman and once again crossed over to the Da Liang world.

Standing by the roadside, Fang Xi observed the passing merchants and travelers.

Strangely, these people walked by without the slightest awareness, even when Fang Xi put his face right in front of a young woman; she didn't utter a single curse of "lecher."

The culprit behind all this was naturally the leather armor Fang Xi wore.

According to Fang Xi's requirements, the artifact refiner at the Hundred Refinements Workshop had forged this low-grade artifact, the Camouflage Robe, in just a few days!

Upon this magic robe, several small arrays were inscribed: one for dust-repelling, one for staying warm in winter and cool in summer, and it could even slightly adjust its tightness according to the wearer, ensuring comfortable wear.

Beyond that, its greatest function was to—bewilder spiritual sense!

As Master Gu had said when he delivered it, as long as one channeled spiritual power into it and didn't actively reveal oneself, mortals would absolutely be unable to detect the hidden wearer.

He had confirmed this point with the laborers working in the Hundred Refinements Workshop's backyard.

These mortal laborers, if placed in the mundane world, would each be peerless masters with astonishing divine strength, yet not a single one detected Fang Xi while he activated the artifact's effect.

Of course, to Master Gu, this artifact was utterly a chimera.

Because it lacked one final high-tier array—the spirit-concealing array!

Therefore, if there was even a first-level Qi Refinement cultivator nearby who activated small spell arts like the Heaven's Eye or Spirit Eye, they would inevitably discover him.

The other party even had a bit of an obsessive-compulsive tendency, indicating a willingness to upgrade the artifact further, perfecting it, and even offering a discount.

But Fang Xi directly declined.

After all, that chameleon demon was only a low-grade first-order, so using the precious spirit-concealing array on it wouldn't be worth it.

More importantly. . . this array was far more expensive than any dust-repelling or water-repelling one!

Fang Xi's current Spirit Stones were limited, and he couldn't afford such expenditures.

The large sum of Spirit Stones saved in this aspect was entirely converted by Fang Xi into Blood-Qi Pills and other elixirs useful for body cultivators, preparing for a significant improvement in Da Liang.

After previous demonstration, the method of first improving martial arts and then striving for cultivation resources was indeed feasible.

"If my martial dao can be comparable to the third level of Body Cultivation, then there will be almost no danger for me in the Green Bamboo Mountain market. . ."

Fang Xi strolled leisurely in his Camouflage Robe, all the way to the city gates.

The soldiers who questioned and collected taxes were like blind men, offering no obstruction whatsoever, allowing him to enter Three Yuan City.

Fang Xi found a hidden spot, stopped channeling spiritual power into his Camouflage Robe, and deactivated the disguise effect.

Moreover, his clothes automatically changed color, turning into a green scholar's robe, making him appear like an ordinary scholar as he walked onto the official road, wide enough for eight carriages to travel abreast.

"I wonder how the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall and Han Pang Zi and the others are doing. . . But with nearly two months passed, they should have settled down in Three Yuan City by now, right?"

Fang Xi walked, stopping and going, until he halted before a colossal pavilion.

This pavilion was built squarely and was immensely tall, practically overshadowing the nearby government office in grandeur.

And on each side of the pavilion, there was a public notice board, with some striking red marks on them.

"The Eight Great Demon Kings of Ding Province!"

"Demon Hunting List!"

"List of Rare Treasures!"

"Hidden Dragon Fledgling Phoenix List!"

Fang Xi identified each one, then directly bypassed the "Hidden Dragon Fledgling Phoenix List," which ranked young martial artists and changed the most rapidly, and looked at the demon beast lists, starting with the top "Eight Great Demon Kings."

"Old Dragon Pond Flood Dragon. . . the head of Ding Province's Eight Great Demon Kings, once annihilated an army of a thousand, killed thirteen True Force Martial Masters. . . If a brave warrior can slay the Flood Dragon, the reward is one hundred thousand taels of gold, an appointment as a Captain by the imperial court, a grand residence in Ding Province, and ten Scarlet Blood Ganoderma. . ."

"Gale Gorge Great Peng King. . . one of Ding Province's Eight Great Demon Kings, flies without a trace, . . . reward. . ."

"Cloud-Connecting Mountain Old One-Eye. . . a wolf demon, one of Ding Province's Eight Great Demon Kings, cunning by nature. . ."

...

"Great Demon Brown Bear, appeared near Da Qing Village three months ago, injured seventeen people, killed five. . . reward three thousand taels of silver. . ."

Demons (Demons) and fiends (demons) are different; demons can be killed.

Therefore, Ding Province only ranked demon beasts, not fiends!

The so-called "Eight Great Demon Kings" were demon beasts that had continuously ravaged Ding Province but had been left unpunished, and their bounties were extremely generous.

According to Fang Xi's understanding, a Demon King's strength was roughly equivalent to a late-stage or even perfected Qi Refinement cultivator.

While a Great Demon had strength roughly equivalent to a mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivator.

The snake demon and chameleon he encountered before were at most minor demons, but these Great Peng Kings and Flood Dragons. . . if they were human martial artists, they would be True Vigor Martial Saints who could be respectfully called "Grandmasters"! Perhaps even harder to deal with.

"The Eight Great Demon Kings of Ding Province are chronic problems that ordinary people can't solve. . . For me, these are simply piles of treasures."

Fang Xi gazed at the list of the Eight Great Demon Kings, his eyes subtly moving.

Of course, he also knew his own limits; these Demon Kings, even without cultivation techniques, were not opponents he could easily handle.

However, after his strength improved, that might not be the case. . .

"Old Dragon Pond Flood Dragon? Is there such a thing as a first-order Flood Dragon? A pure-blooded Flood Dragon species should be at least a second-order demon beast. . . equivalent to a great cultivator of Foundation Establishment. This is probably just a snake species that awakened a trace of dragon blood? Even so. . . it's still worth an immense amount of Spirit Stones. . ."

Fang Xi looked at the descriptions of the Eight Great Demon Kings, seemingly seeing mountains of Spirit Stones!

Unfortunately, with his current strength, he could at most seek trouble with Great Demons.

"No. . . there's no hurry to find Great Demons. Three Yuan City controls most of Ding Province's manpower and resources, so there must be more detailed intelligence here. I can also further advance my Primal Chaos True Art before making further plans. . ."

"Perhaps. . . in such a large provincial city, there might even be other Grandmaster martial arts!"

Fang Xi caressed his Camouflage Robe, revealing a harmless smile.

As he mused, a sudden commotion arose in the street.

"Here comes the street-cleansing Huang!"

"Everyone run!"

Fang Xi looked and saw that someone was brazenly riding a horse through the street, terrifying a crowd of vendors and pedestrians who couldn't dodge in time, leaving them in disarray.

The radiant girl on horseback not only didn't rein in, but instead laughed heartily.

"Who is that?"

He casually grabbed a person next to him and asked.

The person initially tried to pull away but found the hand gripping him to be like an iron vice, so he replied, "That's Young Miss Huang Ximei of the Huang family!"

"The Huang family, one of Three Yuan City's influential families?"

Fang Xi understood.

It seemed that no matter where, there were always people who ran rampant relying on their family background.

"Forget it, forget it, can't afford to provoke, simply can't afford to provoke!"

He waited until that Young Miss Huang had brazenly paraded through the market before avoiding the silently cursing vendors who were tidying their stalls, and then he entered the Demon Hunting Tower.

The first and second floors of the Demon Hunting Tower were actually a vast inn.

Many martial artists liked to rest there and obtain the latest demon beast intelligence.

Fang Xi sat down, and a waiter immediately came over to serve tea.

"Honored guest, are you a martial artist? Would you like a copy of our establishment's latest and most comprehensive lists?"

The waiter asked with a smile.

"Oh? Tell me, what's the difference between this and the lists hung outside? " Fang Xi grew interested, casually flicking a piece of broken silver over.

The waiter's eyes immediately lit up: "Honored guest, you might not know, but the lists sold in our establishment are much more detailed. . . especially regarding the gains and losses from past demon beast subjugation efforts, all are meticulously recorded."

"Sounds good, bring me a copy, the most complete one."

Fang Xi was never short on gold or silver, so he smiled upon hearing this.

"Alright!"

The waiter had just happily agreed and turned to leave when he suddenly let out a scream.

Crack!

A horsewhip that coiled around him from behind directly knocked the waiter over, revealing a radiant girl in a goose-yellow outfit behind him.

"Huang Ximei? " Fang Xi frowned slightly, wondering why this young miss was bothering him.

"Indeed, a handsome face!"

Huang Ximei glanced at Fang Xi, nodding with satisfaction: "And he has a heroic aura about him, much better than those sissies. . . This young lady fancies you."

". . . " Fang Xi was instantly speechless, touching his cheek.

His appearance, after slight adjustment with his cultivation technique, was already uglier than his usual self, yet how could he still attract so much attention?

'However. . . if I could infiltrate the Huang mansion this way, it might not be a bad idea? '

A thought suddenly flashed through Fang Xi's mind, and he asked, "Young Miss, what is the meaning of this?"

"Haha! " Huang Ximei laughed wildly: "This young lady wants to take you home to be my eighty-second male concubine!"

"Cough, cough!"

Fang Xi coughed twice, as if choked.

Then, he looked at Huang Ximei, a hint of regret in his eyes.

Although Fang Xi enjoyed tasting tea, he couldn't bring himself to appreciate this sort of person: "What if I refuse?"

"If you refuse. . ."

Huang Ximei leaned in, her breath like orchids: "Then I'll use force, seize your parents, friends, wife, and children. . . and make you watch how I torture them. . . Haha. . . isn't that a great idea?"

"This woman. . . is a lunatic! " Gazing at the delicate face opposite him, Fang Xi made his judgment in his heart, his tone becoming grim: "Aren't you afraid. . . of provoking someone you cannot afford to provoke?"

"Hehe. . . it's precisely the novelty that makes it exciting! As for someone I can't afford to provoke? I am Young Miss Huang Ximei of the Huang family, my uncle is a Captain in the Ding Province Army. In all of Ding Province, there's no one this young lady can't provoke. . . " Huang Ximei's expression was dazed, gazing at Fang Xi's face: "Such a handsome appearance, if I were to slash it a few times, the sight would surely be exquisitely beautiful. . ."

"Oh dear, oh dear. . . that Young Miss Huang is going to snatch another handsome man. " Not far away, a group of people watched the scene, all with expressions of watching a show.

"This Young Miss Huang isn't bad-looking, it wouldn't be a loss to be carried off by her. . . " A young man immediately mused.

"Heh, don't be silly. . . this Young Miss Huang is famously mentally ill, she loves to torment and then brutally murder her male concubines! " The young man's martial artist elder immediately tugged his ear.

Just as everyone thought Young Miss Huang was about to mercilessly destroy a flower once more today.

Pfft!

"Hmph. . . hmph. . ."

Huang Ximei's expression was blank, her gaze dropping to Fang Xi's hand.

Fang Xi's hand was fair, slender. . . and even seemed to possess a certain demonic quality.

At this moment, two fingers of that hand were plunged into her throat!

"So fragile. . . " Fang Xi withdrew his fingers, looking at the girl collapsed on the ground, and said coldly, "Do you understand what it means when a common man is enraged, blood stains five paces?"

Chapter 46: Unbridled (Seeking Recommendations)

"Wh-what just happened?"

The patrons all around instantly froze.

They had originally been watching as if at a play, only to suddenly realize that the protagonist had fallen!

Not only had she fallen, but a bloody hole had also ripped open in her throat.

"Ah, Young Miss? !"

"Fight him to the death!"

The several family servants behind Huang Ximei roared in fury, swinging their fists and feet at Fang Xi, revealing themselves to be martial artists.

Bang bang!

However, they were sent flying back even faster, each of them having their lives taken by Fang Xi with extremely heavy-handed techniques.

"Waiter, where is my detailed book?"

Fang Xi casually sipped his tea, watching the waiter.

"G-great sir. . . it's here. . ."

The waiter scrambled and crawled, handing a book to Fang Xi, then fled as if his life depended on it.

It seemed Fang Xi was not a man, but a tiger!

"The tea's finished, the item's in hand, time to go."

Fang Xi casually tucked the booklet into his embrace and was about to leave.

Just then, a tall, burly man rushed over. He wore the uniform of the Hunter's Guild, exuding an air of authority, clearly a person of high standing.

Seeing Huang Ximei lying on the ground, his expression turned cold: "You've stirred up monumental trouble. . . do you know who she is? Do you know the Huang family?"

"So what? " Fang Xi asked indifferently. "You want to stop me?"

"Since this incident occurred in the Hunter's Pavilion, our establishment must bear responsibility. . . you won't escape. " The tall, burly man looked at Fang Xi as if he were already dead: "Even if you can escape from my grasp, the Dingzhou Army will immediately seal the city gates and launch a city-wide search. . . you'll scurry around like a terrified rat, never knowing peace. Surrender obediently, and you might at least die a swift death."

"Haha. . . escape?"

Amidst his loud laughter, Fang Xi's muscles bulged one by one, his joints cracked explosively throughout his body, and he suddenly transformed into a palm strike, unleashing it fiercely.

Bang!

The tall, burly man took the palm strike, reeled back several steps, and abruptly opened his mouth, spitting out a large mouthful of fresh blood: "A Martial. . . Martial Master? But what if you are a Martial Master? Huang Yuanwu of the Huang family is already a Third Step Martial Master. . . stronger than me!"

This tall, burly man had only just broken through to become a Martial Master, yet he felt that Fang Xi possessed the strength of at least a First Step Martial Master, having condensed his fist intent!

"Huang Yuanwu?"

Fang Xi's interest was piqued: "So. . . the Huang family has cultivation methods that reach at least the Third Step?"

The tall, burly man was baffled; did this person truly not understand what was important?

However, he wouldn't need to know for much longer, for Fang Xi had already arrived before him.

The two figures crossed paths, and a head flew into the air.

'Indeed. . . my strength is still very formidable. Although I haven't undergone much Martial Master cultivation, the combined Primal Chaos Force from several techniques, augmented by my cultivator abilities. . . slaying ordinary Martial Masters is effortless. '

Towards those who sought to harm him, Fang Xi was never polite, thus he directly took the opponent's life with a single hand chop.

As for attracting the wrath of the colossal Hunter's Guild because of this?

He had already offended the Huang family anyway, so he wasn't afraid of adding one more to the list.

What's more, even if he had retreated, the Hunter's Guild wouldn't have been friendly to an unfamiliar outsider like him.

"M-murder!"

At this moment, chaos finally erupted in the Hunter's Pavilion.

Fang Xi, seizing the opportunity, smashed through a window, leaped out of the building, found a deserted blind spot no one was paying attention to, and activated his camouflage cloak.

Not long after, hoofbeats suddenly arose!

First to arrive was a troop of cavalry, immediately blockading the Hunter's Pavilion!

Squads of elite soldiers were enforcing the blockade, and the city gates of Three Yuan City had already been sealed.

Next, undoubtedly, would be a city-wide manhunt.

"To achieve such rapid, mobile response in ancient times, it's truly rare. . . and equipped with bows and crossbows, indeed, ordinary martial artists and Martial Masters would find it difficult to escape from a military formation."

Fang Xi sighed with emotion, then walked past a martial artist.

The other party was like a blind man, though his expression seemed to carry a hint of confusion.

'Body movement can still cause a slight rustle of wind. . . '

Fang Xi now had a clear understanding, and ignoring the Huang family who were raging at the scene, he casually swaggered out of the encirclement. . .

...

Late night.

The Huang family residence.

Huang Yuanding, the Huang family patriarch, had a somber expression as he stood in the main hall with the other leading figures, gazing at the corpse covered by white cloth: "The City Guard still hasn't caught the culprit?"

"My Lord, you must avenge Ximei. . ."

Above in the main hall, a noblewoman adorned with a head full of hairpins wept bitterly, tears streaming down her face like pear blossoms after a spring rain: "Ximei was a good child, just a bit playful, that heaven-forsaken monster truly had no conscience. . ."

"Enough, you may leave now."

Huang Yuanding furrowed his brows, and immediately several maidservants came over to escort the weeping woman away.

Just then, a rough, booming voice came from outside the main hall: "Big Brother!"

"Yuanwu. . . you've come?"

Huang Yuanding saw a cavalry captain in armor enter the hall, and a hint of joy appeared on his face: "I've heard the Hunter's Guild's account of the incident. Little Ximei's fate was like walking too many dark roads until she finally ran into a ghost. . . but those of my Huang family are not so easily slain."

By the end of his words, a hint of murderous aura also appeared on his face.

The newcomer was precisely Huang Yuanwu, one of the eight cavalry captains of the Dingzhou Army, a Third Step Martial Master cultivation. He was a formidable expert throughout Dingzhou, holding both high status and power!

He pondered for a moment and said: "That culprit is meticulous and likely possesses secret concealment techniques. . . but it doesn't matter. I've brought a Nine-Life Mastiff from the military camp. . . it already has a trace of demonic nature, making it a half-demon. With its sense of smell, it will definitely find that person!"

As the saying goes—nine dogs make one mastiff!

The Nine-Life Mastiff, as a half-demon, is born with a unique quality: a mother dog must give birth to nine pups in one litter, then these nine pups are confined together, forced to fight each other like raising Gu worms. The one that ultimately emerges victorious is the true Nine-Life Mastiff!

This type of mastiff not only possesses astonishing olfactory senses but also immense strength, comparable to an ordinary martial artist.

Even within the Dingzhou Army, they were few, and this time Huang Yuanwu had clearly spared no expense.

He whistled, and a mastiff resembling a small black lion leaped out from behind him, its emerald green eyes like abysses, chilling all who gazed upon them.

"Did that culprit leave behind any artifacts?"

Huang Yuanwu asked.

"Yes, we've already brought all the tea utensils he used."

Huang Yuanding nodded, and immediately a young servant brought forward a set of sky-blue porcelain tea ware.

Huang Yuanwu glanced at it, then let the Nine-Life Mastiff sniff the teacup.

"Woof woof!"

The Nine-Life Mastiff sniffed, then suddenly barked loudly towards the door.

"What's going on? " Huang Yuanding asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

Huang Yuanwu's expression, however, turned incredibly solemn and grave: "The Nine-Life Mastiff says. . . that person is nearby!"

...

Outside the Huang family mansion.

"So this is the Huang family?"

Fang Xi removed his camouflage cloak, stepped out of the shadows, and gazed at the towering doorway of the Huang family, muttering to himself.

"Young man, you'd best leave quickly. If you offend a noble, you'll be in trouble."

An old man holding a lantern beside him, seeing Fang Xi's utter disrespect, couldn't help but advise him.

"Noble?"

Fang Xi chuckled, then walked towards the main gate of the Huang family mansion.

This grand gate was usually kept closed, only opening when distinguished guests arrived.

However, at the entrance, there were often several vicious servants.

Seeing Fang Xi approach, they immediately stepped forward, roughly yelling curses: "Can't you see what kind of place this is? Hurry up and scram! Are you looking for a beating?"

As gatekeepers, the first thing they needed was discernment.

These vicious servants naturally saw that Fang Xi had no possessions, nor any attendants. He was definitely not a close friend or a high-ranking guest of their master, so they could naturally bully him at will.

"Hah. . . arguing illogically, are we?"

Fang Xi glared at the vicious servant, then suddenly shouted: "Hah. . . you dare to step out with your left foot first?"

"What?"

The vicious servant hadn't even reacted when his eyes suddenly caught sight of his own back: 'Whose headless corpse is this. . . it looks so familiar. . . '

This was his last conscious thought.

With a single hand chop, Fang Xi finished off the encircling vicious servants, then smashed a fist into the main gate of the Huang family mansion.

Boom!

The colossal main gate instantly shattered into countless pieces, sending wood splinters flying everywhere.

"Who is it? !"

"Which fool is seeking death? !"

A group of guards surrounded him, led by a True Force Martial Master no less!

"You. . . you dare to step with your right leg first when walking? You truly violate my taboo, you deserve to die!"

Fang Xi roared and punched out!

What he intended to do was actually very simple: casually find a large power, annihilate its family, then collect its secret techniques!

Even if the methods were despicable, there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

As long as he chose a notoriously infamous major power, it would even count as eliminating harm for the people.

Bang!

Under the Primal Chaos Force, the charging martial artist was sent flying back at an even greater speed.

"Such audacity!"

Accompanied by several barks from the mastiff, Huang Yuanding and his group emerged, gazing at Fang Xi: "May I ask if Your Excellency holds a grudge against my Huang family?"

"You dare to speak before me?"

Fang Xi's eyes widened, his right hand surged with True Force, and his figure suddenly darted forward like an arrow, unleashing a palm strike!

"You seek death!"

A thunderous roar erupted in his ears, and a figure blocked in front of Huang Yuanding, none other than Huang Yuanwu!

"Secret Technique: Winds from All Directions!"

He roared explosively, his body growing taller inch by inch like a giant god, his large hands tearing at the air, seemingly able to control the currents, causing the space from all directions to squeeze towards Fang Xi!

Fang Xi changed his palm to a fist, and punched into the void.

Crack!

Thunder erupted from flat ground, and countless air currents scattered chaotically!

Fang Xi's figure rapidly retreated, then suddenly leaped up, laughing heartily: "Huang family Martial Master, not bad!"

He immediately flipped over a wall, and the archers hiding behind it screamed and fell to the ground.

By the time Huang Yuanwu also leaped onto the wall, Fang Xi's figure had already vanished into the darkness outside.

"Nine-Life!"

Huang Yuanwu roared in fury, and the black mastiff immediately leaped out, sniffing the air, leading the way.

Huang Yuanwu followed closely behind, giving chase. . .

"Yuanwu, be careful!"

After Huang Yuanding gave his instructions, when he turned around, his cheeks were flushed with anger, and his fingers trembled: "When did this happen? My Huang family has actually fallen to such a state?"

He simply couldn't understand why that person dared to be so unbridled, treating the law as naught!

"What are you all still standing there for? ! Go help Second Master!"

Chapter 47: The Five-Step Grandmaster (Please Bookmark)

Three Yuan City was far from peaceful tonight.

Especially near the Huang family compound, teams carrying torches swarmed out, like fiery dragons spreading in all directions.

Wind seemed to rise beneath Fang Xi's feet as he moved with extreme speed, yet closely pursuing him from behind was a single person: none other than Huang Yuanwu!

Originally, if he went all out, he could have easily shaken off his pursuers, then used his camouflage cloak to vanish without a trace.

With a cultivator's methods, not even a Nine-Lives Mastiff could track him down.

This was his confidence in daring to cause such a stir in Three Yuan City!

However, his target this time was Huang Yuanwu, so naturally, he wouldn't flee.

The two, one chasing and one fleeing, arrived at the backyard of an abandoned mansion in the blink of an eye.

This garden was littered with rockeries, its weeds withered and yellow, and a former pond, having lost its flowing water, reeked foully.

Under the moonlight, Fang Xi turned, gazing calmly at Huang Yuanwu: "You dare to follow me? You've got guts!"

"Heh. . . A mere Martial Master who just stepped into the realm dares to boast so wildly!"

Huang Yuanwu, with his ape-like arms and wasp-like waist, stood motionless, exuding an imposing aura, like a deep abyss or towering peak.

Beside him, the pitch-black Nine-Lives Mastiff, resembling a lion, let out low growls and roars.

"Nine-Lives is here, so I can confirm there are no ambushes around. . . As for you! " Huang Yuanwu's gaze was slightly grave. "During our previous exchange, I confirmed that you haven't yet condensed your fist intent, yet your strength is comparable to a Second-step Martial Master. You're a genius! But if you provoke my Huang family, a genius from even the greatest power will die!"

It seemed he had mistaken Fang Xi's identity.

But then again, given Fang Xi's recent breakthrough to the Martial Master realm, yet possessing strength comparable to a Second-step Martial Master, he truly seemed like an extraordinarily gifted genius from a major power, guided by a renowned master!

If Huang Yuanwu knew that Fang Xi was merely a penniless martial artist, and that this entire endeavor was simply because he was desperate enough to steal the Huang family's secret manuals, he'd be utterly speechless.

"Enough talk. . . Your subordinates will take another fifteen minutes to arrive."

As Fang Xi spoke with a casual air, his Hunyuan Force circulated throughout his body, and his figure suddenly swelled.

The next moment, the earth seemed to tremble slightly as a terrifying power generated from the soles of his feet, passing through his waist, spine, and arms. . . finally connecting into a single line, transforming into a killing blow of a punch!

"Today, I'll make you realize that a genius who hasn't matured yet is no genius at all!"

Amidst Huang Yuanwu's roar, his hands pushed out as if moving a mountain.

CRASH!

Fang Xi's fist collided with his palm, like a raging tide crashing against a reef. No matter how violent the Hunyuan Force, it was ultimately shattered, scattering into splashes.

Huang Yuanwu was a Third-step Martial Master, a top expert in Three Yuan City, so his strength naturally surpassed Fang Xi's!

He let out a sinister laugh, his terrifying true force about to counterattack.

The next moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong!

A terrifying penetrating force, like a sharp needle, pierced his hand, breaking through his skin and flesh, and even injuring his bones!

It turned out that just now, as Fang Xi's fist scattered, a small, pitch-black needle within it suddenly burst forth.

A one-time use artifact—the Bone-Penetrating Nail!

"You. . . Despicable!"

Huang Yuanwu retreated three steps, looking at his palm, where a pitch-black blood hole had appeared.

"Damn it, Body Cultivators are such a hassle!"

Little did he know, Fang Xi was also grumbling to himself at this moment.

If a cultivator had been hit with such a move, the Bone-Penetrating Nail would have long since pierced through their hand, and then continued to pierce their heart.

Alas, the physique of a Third-step Martial Master was truly astonishing; even though the Bone-Penetrating Nail's power neared the limit of a low-grade artifact, it was stuck by those iron-like bones.

"To use such vile methods, despicable!"

Huang Yuanwu frowned, his true force about to compress the wound, but he found he couldn't stop the bleeding at all.

Furthermore, his entire arm began to ache intensely, and he couldn't help but curse angrily.

"Heh heh. . . With a degenerate like you, there's no need to talk about martial world justice."

Fang Xi turned and struck with a palm, landing precisely on the Nine-Lives Mastiff's head.

It turned out that this half-demon had secretly run behind him, intending to launch a sneak attack while he was exchanging blows with Huang Yuanwu.

But at this moment, it was angrily smashed by Fang Xi!

A terrifying burst of true force sent the Nine-Lives Mastiff flying, landing in the pond and splashing up a large amount of water.

Huang Yuanwu's expression didn't change at all; he suddenly turned and fled!

One of his arms hung limply, clearly unusable for a short time.

And even if he was a Third-step Martial Master, fighting other Martial Masters with one hand tied would be a great disadvantage.

However, before Huang Yuanwu could jump onto the wall, he suddenly felt a malevolent gust of wind rush at him.

THWACK!

A dark light flashed towards him, transforming into a ghost-head saber that fiercely hacked at his body.

"Ah!"

Huang Yuanwu cried out miserably, falling back into the courtyard, a deep, bone-visible saber mark shockingly appearing on his chest!

"You. . . Who exactly are you?"

His eyes were filled with despair, yet he couldn't recall when the Huang family had provoked someone with such heaven-reaching methods!

"The one who will take your life!"

Fang Xi pulled out a few more talismans and chuckled.

At the same time, he made a comparison in his mind:

'Although Martial Masters are equivalent to cultivators at the Body Cultivation Second Layer, they are much easier to deal with than cultivators. . . '

'If it were a Body Cultivator, they would never expose such a big flaw, because Martial Masters simply have no experience dealing with cultivators. . . '

'Moreover, Body Cultivators also use various talismans and even artifact armor to enhance themselves. . . '

'The Martial Masters of Da Liang are still too naive. . . '

The next moment, Fang Xi, without hesitation, tore a Goldlight Cover Talisman, charged forward, and engaged Huang Yuanwu in a trade of blows, injury for injury. . .

Not long after, he leisurely departed from the abandoned mansion, carrying Huang Yuanwu, whose limbs were broken.

Soon after, the Huang family's experts and guards finally arrived, panting heavily. They looked at the messy scene, exchanging dismayed glances. . .

...

The next day.

At the Monster Hunting Association.

"Did you hear? The Huang family suffered a great misfortune?"

Some martial artists conversed in hushed tones, their faces alight with glee, an undeniable undercurrent of schadenfreude.

After all, the Huang family had always been notoriously arrogant and overbearing.

"Just yesterday, that Huang family's Second Miss provoked someone she shouldn't have and was killed on the spot. . . The Huang family had just released their threats, and guess what? That very night, the Huang family's Second Master disappeared. . ."

"That was a Captain! Who dares to slap the faces of the imperial court and the Dingzhou Army?"

"Who? A peerless fiend, of course. . . This person is about twenty years old, with the appearance of a scholar, and the martial world has given him the nickname 'Ghost's Sorrow'!"

One martial artist had a smug expression, clearly a well-informed individual, and began to boast.

"Oh? Why is he called Ghost's Sorrow?"

The other martial artists quickly pressed for more.

"Naturally, it's because this Ghost's Sorrow has no background, yet his martial arts are incredibly powerful, and he acts without restraint, treating government laws as child's play. . . Even more terrifying is his character, which is quite. . . dreadful! Do you know under what pretext he attacked the Huang residence last night? I heard. . . it was just because someone from the Huang residence stepped out with their left foot first, which violated his taboo. . ."

The surrounding martial artists, upon hearing this, were all speechless.

Another interjected: "How come I heard. . . it was because they stepped out with their right foot first?"

Even so, everyone's scalps tingled, and they subconsciously looked at their own legs, not wanting to provoke such a bizarre enemy.

"Heh heh. . . Do you think the Second Master Huang's disappearance last night was the end of it?"

The martial artist who spoke first chuckled: "That Ghost's Sorrow was truly audacious. After abducting the Second Master, he secretly returned to the Huang residence and reportedly went on a killing spree, killing quite a few people. . . Even the Huang family's First Master, Huang Yuanding, was severely injured. If not for the critical moment when the imperial government and the Dingzhou Army arrived as reinforcements, he would have been beaten to death!"

"Even if he didn't die, after this battle, the Huang family is probably going to decline. . . Not only decline, but they don't even know who their enemy is. Tell me. . . Isn't that utterly infuriating?"

An old man put down his teacup, sighing softly: "The Huang family had committed too many unjust acts; this retribution was well-deserved!"

"Haha, that's true, drink tea, drink tea. . ."

...

Fang Xi was unaware of the commotion and turmoil happening outside, nor did he wish to know.

At this moment, he was in a room, meticulously studying a secret manual in his hand.

He had taken Huang Yuanwu away last night, then extracted a large amount of intelligence using the Soul Confusion Art.

Then, he immediately launched a surprise counter-attack, turning the Huang residence upside down—in reality, it was to search for secret manuals and the Divine Intent Diagram. Injuring the Huang family head was merely incidental. . .

"A Huang family ancestor once studied at Yuan He Mountain, reaching the realm of a Fourth-step Martial Master, a mere hair's breadth away from becoming a Grandmaster. . . Later, he descended the mountain, and the family's inherited art was this 'Heavenly Wind Secret Scroll'!"

Fang Xi carefully read the ancient book. This was the original, the one with the Divine Intent Diagram included.

Now that he had taken it, the Huang family's Divine Intent Diagram heritage would likely be severed. . .

"Martial Master cultivation progresses in four steps: First-step Martial Master, condensing fist intent; Second-step Martial Master, breaking through the Niwan Palace; Third-step Martial Master, achieving steel tendons and iron bones; Fourth-step Martial Master, spirit and force unite. . . And then comes the Grandmaster, where one's spirit merges with heaven and earth, achieving the unity of heaven and man!"

The first two steps of Martial Master cultivation were something Fang Xi had dug out from Linghu Yang's mind.

However, Linghu Yang had only heard his master speak of them and didn't possess the specific cultivation methods!

But the 'Heavenly Wind Secret Scroll' contained them!

Fang Xi knew his own situation; he had indeed just broken through to Martial Master and wasn't even a First-step Martial Master.

Alas, his own accumulated foundation was profound, his blood-qi had broken through human bodily limits, he was extraordinarily gifted, and he had mixed and cultivated several major cultivation methods, creating his own Hunyuan True Art. Thus, his strength was astonishing, capable of fighting a Second-step Martial Master!

If he added a cultivator's small tricks, even Third-step and Fourth-step Martial Masters would fall for them.

But for a Grandmaster, who had taken the fifth step, also known as a True Vigor Martial Saint, it was hard to say. rAN0BEs

"Martial Master cultivation only has four steps. Taking the fifth step makes one a Grandmaster Martial Saint! Thankfully, thankfully. . . I thought there would be at least nine steps. . . and further subdivisions into half-step, half-step peak, and half-step grand completion!"

Fang Xi wasn't prepared to fight a True Vigor Martial Saint right now either.

His philosophy had always been to overwhelm others with power. It was better to fight enemies from a slightly higher minor realm, and excellent to crush enemies from a higher major realm.

To subdue the enemy without fighting was the best!

The immortal dao values life; what kind of conduct is this, fighting and killing?

Not to mention, a True Vigor Martial Saint was equivalent to a late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator at the Body Cultivation Third Layer. Asking him to cross a minor realm and challenge a higher stage? Forget about it. . .

Although Martial Saints of this world, when pitted against Body Cultivation Third Layer cultivators from the cultivation world, would most likely die, one shouldn't look down on them.

'The advantage of Body Cultivation Third Layer cultivators lies in the foundation of the cultivation world, allowing them to utilize external objects. . . In terms of character and will, they might not necessarily surpass the Grandmasters of this world. . . '

Chapter 48: Fist Intent (Please recommend)

Holding the 'Heavenly Wind Secret Scroll' in hand, Fang Xi began to attempt to extract its essence, to integrate it into his own 'Primordial Chaos True Art'.

“Hmm. . . refining the great dragon of the spine, directly piercing the Mud Pill, thereby attaining the 'Minute Detail' realm. . . ”

Seeing the description concerning the second step of a Martial Master, Fang Xi pondered deeply: “'Minute Detail' realm? Mud Pill? . . . So, the second step of a Martial Master, after breaking through the Mud Pill Palace, also allows one to subtly control their entire body and inner vision? Isn't this the same as the effect of my Divine Consciousness? ”

“Therefore, this realm, I can say I've long since reached it. . . So for me, this second step is as good as nothing? ”

“Cultivation truly surpasses martial arts by a great margin. . . In that case, as long as I condense out 'Fist Intent', I can swiftly advance to a second-step Martial Master. . . ”

“As for the third step of a Martial Master, 'Steel Bones and Iron Tendons', buying some pills that assist in refining bones should also allow me to quickly surge past it. . . ”

“So, what's missing is the fourth step, 'Spirit and Vigor Confluence'? ”

Utilizing resources from another world to swiftly break through martial arts realms—this was also a matter of Fang Xi's experience.

At this moment, he focused on the contents of the 'Heavenly Wind Secret Scroll', specifically regarding the first-step Martial Master.

“'Fist Intent' is profoundly subtle. . . Generally speaking, it represents a certain pinnacle of martial arts. If it were a member of the Huang family studying the 'Heavenly Wind Secret Scroll', as long as they mastered its secret techniques and continuously practiced, they would be able to gain an insight. . . ”

“My 'Primordial Chaos True Art' was merely rough-drafted, and no corresponding secret techniques have been generated yet. . . Therefore, as long as I create a secret technique unique to the 'Primordial Chaos True Art', I will most likely comprehend 'Fist Intent'. . . This is the advantage of independently creating a martial art! ”

Thinking this, Fang Xi put down the scroll and took out a jade bottle from his storage bag.

After pulling open the stopper, he poured out a Blood-Qi Pill and popped it into his mouth.

“If realms like Martial Artist and Martial Master are all about building a towering structure, then the innate quality of the martial practitioner themselves is the foundation, the base. . . The stronger the foundation, the greater the achievement! ”

“Some martial artists with extraordinary talent can even defeat Martial Masters across realms! This is because their physical constitution is too powerful. . . ”

“Therefore, replenishing blood-qi is also very important. ”

After swallowing the Blood-Qi Pill, feeling the medicinal power spread, Fang Xi walked out of the room, came to the courtyard, and began to practice his martial arts.

It was quite laughable, really.

Initially, after he killed the Huang family's second young mistress, he was hunted throughout the entire city.

But after killing Huang Yuanwu and severely injuring the Huang family, although the wanted list still hung, the frequency of city-wide searches had, on the contrary, dwindled to almost nothing.

Even when he randomly chose an abandoned residence, no one came to disturb him.

Clearly. . . those with shoes were all afraid of provoking a barefoot madman like him!

“Taking this opportunity, I'll continue cultivating! ”

Fang Xi immersed himself in the refinement of the 'Primordial Chaos True Art'.

For him, this was the most important objective.

As for the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall and others, they were all insignificant trivialities. . .

...

“Primordial Chaos. . . Primordial Chaos. . . ”

Inside the courtyard, Fang Xi was dressed only in close-fitting short attire, casually swinging his fists and feet.

Each of his moves looked incredibly casual, like a farmer's routine.

But if a Martial Master were present, they would feel that within each move, there seemed to be contained a supreme philosophy, leaving one with endless food for thought.

“Secret techniques are the pinnacle crystallization that naturally arises after a martial art has been practiced to extreme fluidity! ”

“My 'Primordial Chaos Art' draws from a hundred schools, but they aren't entirely harmonious with each other, which is why I've been slow to create a secret technique. . . But it doesn't matter. ”

With the aid of the Blood-Qi Pill, Fang Xi's physique was strengthened once more.

And at this moment, the secret technique that he previously couldn't create, also saw the light of dawn!

While circulating his cultivation, he seized a flash of inspiration, and began to execute scattered moves.

“Failed. . . ”

“Not like this. . . ”

“The True Vigor circulation is wrong. . . ”

“That move still needs adjustment. . . ”

Sun setting and moon rising, moon setting and sun rising again, time imperceptibly slipped away, bit by bit.

Fang Xi was like a stonemason, constantly carving the colossal stone that was the 'Primordial Chaos True Art', allowing the unpolished jade hidden within to gradually reveal itself to the world.

Finally. . .

As the morning glow first draped itself over Fang Xi, his eyes suddenly flashed, he raised his single right arm, his five fingers pressed together, forming a palm, and slowly pressed it forward:

“Secret Technique—Primordial Chaos Boundless! ”

Bang!

Terrifying True Vigor erupted, blasting a small hill in front of him into dust.

Rattle and crash!

Amidst the scattered stones filling the sky, Fang Xi stood firm upon the earth, with the gradually rising morning sun behind him: “Like the sun's ascent, like the origin's dawn! This is my Fist Intent! ”

After perfecting the secret technique of the 'Primordial Chaos True Art', Fang Xi naturally comprehended 'Fist Intent', took a step, and became a first-step Martial Master!

Not only that!

His True Vigor permeated his spine, making this great dragon move with flexible agility, controlling his entire body, and then effortlessly ascending along the Ren and Du Meridians, breaking through the Mud Pill Palace at his crown!

“The second step of a Martial Master, the 'Minute Detail' realm, I had already achieved this realm long ago, therefore, this step could not become an obstacle. ”

In an instant, Fang Xi took two steps forward on the path to becoming a Grandmaster!

“As for the third step, 'Steel Bones and Iron Tendons', it requires the 'Minute Detail' realm as its foundation, daily using True Vigor to temper bones and great tendons, transforming them to be incomparably tough. . . It is a process of slow, meticulous work. ”

“Although the Great Liang world rarely has spirit medicines that can accelerate this process, the cultivation world still has quite a few pills that aid in refining bones and tendons. . . ”

“As for the final 'Spirit and Vigor Confluence'. . . it's a kind of enlightenment, the most troublesome of all. ”

Fang Xi no longer had any doubts about his path.

As long as he completed these four steps, he could break through to become a Martial Arts Grandmaster, a True Vigor Martial Saint!

Even when placed in the Green Bamboo Mountain market, a third-tier Body Cultivator would be considered a significant figure.

...

South Barrens Cultivation World.

Upon crossing back, Fang Xi immediately checked his protective talisman.

Seeing that the talisman was still functioning, and that there were no traces of anyone having touched the other small mechanisms, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

“As expected. . . Situ Qing Qing's target wasn't me, it was most likely Chen Ping! ”

“But how did this Chen Ping attract the attention of the Situ family again? ”

“Never mind, this isn't my concern. ”

“However, over in Three Yuan City, causing trouble and then running away, truly exciting! ”

After he broke through to a second-step Martial Master in Great Liang this time, he followed the intelligence previously obtained from the Monster Hunting Tower and went to hunt a tiger demon nearby, preparing to sell its parts for Spirit Stones in the South Barrens and, while he was at it, purchase pills to aid in cultivating bones and great tendons.

This type of pill was relatively uncommon, most of them prepared for Body Cultivators, and they weren't cheap.

In Fang Xi's heart, there was actually another plan.

Hunting demons alone in Great Liang was simply too slow.

Perhaps. . . he should compete with the Monster Hunting Guild, or even directly annex their forces!

In this way, he could enter the phase Fang Xi was most skilled at—spending money!

He would acquire demon beasts with gold and silver in Great Liang, then sell them at Green Bamboo Mountain, using most of the exchanged Spirit Stones for himself, and a small portion to gather gold and silver, transporting it to Great Liang, forming a virtuous cycle!

“Unfortunately. . . although the Monster Hunting Guild claimed independence, behind it, ninety percent was still the government, and there was a high probability of a Grandmaster present. . . I could launch a surprise attack and leave, but I couldn't always be stationed there. . . ”

With a slight trace of regret, Fang Xi arrived at the Green Bamboo Mountain market.

This time, he had changed into a set of purple robes, and beneath his face covering was the image of a young noble forged by using True Vigor to lengthen his bones and tendons. RaN0#b-Еs

A gentle breeze blew, carrying traces of chill.

The ordinary vegetation on the edge of the market had actually turned somewhat withered and yellow.

“Unknowingly, it's already late autumn. . . And I'm almost eighteen years old. . . ”

But considering his current situation, it was far from a time when he could leisurely pause.

He chuckled softly, crushing the withered leaf in his hand, and completely entered the formation.

...

Pill Cauldron Pavilion.

“Fellow Daoist, are you looking to purchase pills that assist in cultivating bones and great tendons? ”

Zhuo Lu Ting was still as graceful and charming as before, and with every frown and smile, she exuded an even gentler aura.

After hearing Fang Xi's request, she pondered for a moment and introduced: “Our pavilion has 'Jade Bone Pills', ranked as first-order superior-grade, and they are the most effective for strengthening bones. . . As for great tendons? You can use 'Tiger-Leopard Tendon Transformation Paste', applied to the area of the great tendons you wish to cultivate, it can make your great tendons both firm and flexible. . . ”

“Not bad, not bad. . . ”

Fang Xi asked in a deep voice, “I just wonder. . . what is the price? ”

In his heart, he had long prepared to bleed a little.

As expected, he heard Zhuo Lu Ting say with a smiling expression, “Jade Bone Pills are thirty Spirit Stones per bottle, and Tiger-Leopard Tendon Transformation Paste is twenty Spirit Stones per box. Fellow Daoist may purchase one of each to try first. . . ”

“To think it's so expensive. ”

Fang Xi put on a difficult expression.

“Not expensive at all, not expensive. One must understand that these Jade Bone Pills are auxiliary items only occasionally used by third-tier Body Cultivators. . . And the raw materials for the Tiger-Leopard Tendon Transformation Paste are hard to find, requiring precious materials from first-order tiger demons and leopard demons. ” Although Zhuo Lu Ting smiled very gently, she adamantly refused to give a discount.

This made Fang Xi secretly roll his eyes, “I only have a few Spirit Stones. . . ”

Just as Zhuo Lu Ting's expression turned cold, Fang Xi spoke again, “I wonder if materials can be used as payment here? ”

“Well. . . Our pavilion generally doesn't accept materials, unless they are spirit herbs. ” Zhuo Lu Ting thought for a moment before replying.

“What about demon beast materials? ” Fang Xi took out a tiger bone from his storage bag; he had personally heard Zhuo Lu Ting say that some pastes required demon beast materials, surely she wouldn't deny it now?

“A demon tiger? ”

Zhuo Lu Ting took out a small mirror that Fang Xi found somewhat familiar, and shone it upon the demon tiger.

Buzz!

Two faint rings of white light appeared.

“Fellow Daoist can actually hunt a first-order mid-grade tiger demon! ” Zhuo Lu Ting's expression immediately became much more respectful, her red lips lightly pursed: “This humble one can offer Fellow Daoist a fair price. . . ”

...

A moment later, Fang Xi walked out of the Pill Cauldron Pavilion, happily patting his storage bag.

The Jade Bone Pills and Tiger-Leopard Tendon Transformation Paste lay perfectly intact inside, and besides that, there were also thirty more Spirit Stones.

“Selling demon beasts really is how one earns Spirit Stones! What a pity. . . ”

Fang Xi lowered his gaze; he had already sold demon beast meat at the Hundred Arts Tower, to Di Qi, at the rogue cultivator market, and at the Pill Cauldron Pavilion.

For now, there seemed to be no problem with this, but if someone could contact these four establishments simultaneously, they might discover some clues.

And the managers of the Green Bamboo Mountain market, if they were to carefully tally the numbers, would realize that the frequency of demon beast materials appearing in the Green Bamboo Mountain market recently was too high. . .

‘If I continue to act without restraint, this frequency will become abnormal, attracting attention, and bringing danger. . . ’

Just as Fang Xi was considering whether he should lie low for a while, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, and spotted a fleeting green figure.

Chapter 49: Chaos Erupts (Please favorite)

"It's her? Situ Qing Qing!"

Fang Xi saw Situ Qing Qing, his body not pausing for an instant. He simply brushed past her, just like an ordinary passerby.

However, after she had passed, Fang Xi suddenly felt a surge of tension.

Because around Situ Qing Qing, there were vaguely a few Qi Refinement middle and late-stage cultivators forming a circle, walking towards the cave-dwelling district.

"Cultivators from the enforcement team? They aren't acting openly but are moving surreptitiously. . . A secret mission?"

Fang Xi felt his scalp tingle, and instinctively walked towards the market exit.

Something big might be about to happen; his first reaction was to make a run for it and stay in Da Liang for a few years.

However, this reaction was still a bit too late.

Just as he reached the edge of the thin mist, his expression suddenly turned grim, and he rapidly retreated!

Buzz! Buzz!

He saw that the faint mist originally enveloping the market was rapidly growing denser, a powerful spiritual energy fluctuation radiated outwards. Numerous multicolored runes, like small fish, were leisurely swimming within the thick mist, each one carrying extreme danger.

"What's going on?"

"This is Green Bamboo Mountain market's mountain-protecting formation—the second-order 'Azure as Water Formation'! How could it suddenly be fully activated?"

Right there, a rogue cultivator anxiously exclaimed.

The formation of Green Bamboo Mountain market usually operated at minimum consumption, only activating for major events.

Now, it was suddenly running at full power, sealing off the entire market. No matter how one looked at it, something was wrong!

Especially some disguised bandit cultivators were already as anxious as ants on a hot griddle: "Where are the Situ family members? Come out and give an explanation, let us out!"

"Everyone, don't worry!"

At this moment, a team dressed in uniform dark Xuan-black robes, flying on swords—clearly the Situ family's enforcement cultivators—were in mid-air, shouting loudly using a sound amplification spell: "Today, the market's formation was activated merely to search for bandit cultivators. Fellow Daoists, please stay where you are and do not move around!"

Within the fully activated second-order formation, even Qi Refinement Perfected cultivators could not fly with artifacts.

Only the Situ family's enforcement team, with authorization and approval, could!

Upon hearing this, Fang Xi suddenly thought of Situ Qing Qing, whom he had just seen, and his expression grew even more solemn.

Before long, he saw those enforcement cultivators surrounding several buildings, even the Hundred Arts Tower was prominently among them.

Boom!

Clang! Bang! Clatter!

The explosions of spells and the sounds of artifacts clashing suddenly erupted!

Suddenly, another loud bang was heard, and the entire Hundred Arts Tower collapsed with a crash, turning into a pile of ruins.

From within the ruins, several streaks of light shot out, leading them was none other than Shopkeeper Qi Liu!

"Hmph, your Qi family dares to make a move against my Situ family?"

The Situ family's enforcement cultivator squad leader roared furiously.

"Haha. . . the Situ family is unjust, the High Sect has given an order for all families to jointly attack them!"

Although Qi Liu had some bloodstains on his chest, he was controlling a bronze bell artifact, firmly protecting himself and the few people behind him within its shield. His voice spread far and wide: "Red Leaf Valley has already been annihilated. . . your Situ family is next!"

Not long after, several other voices also rang out simultaneously: "By the High Sect's command, exterminate the Situ family!"

Looking at the source of the voices, it was none other than large buildings like the Heavenly Talisman Hall and Ming Qing Pavilion.

From these buildings, a number of Qi Refinement late-stage cultivators charged out and clashed with the Situ family's enforcement team.

"It's actually these major powers acting together. . ."

An old cultivator wore an astonished expression and muttered to himself:

"This sky. . . it's about to change!"

Those who could open shops in Green Bamboo Mountain market at least had Foundation Establishment forces backing them.

Now, several families were simultaneously causing trouble for the Situ family. Didn't that mean the Situ family was about to face several enemies of the same realm?

What's more. . . that order from the High Sect truly made one's imagination run wild.

"That's right. . . the sky is about to change, and this is precisely our opportunity! Brothers? What are you waiting for? Loot!"

A cultivator with a concealed identity had bloody light bursting from his eyes, clearly cultivating a heterodox cultivation method. After letting out a joyful roar, he charged towards a certain splendid building.

For countless rogue cultivators, the chaos in the market was an opportunity they might not encounter even once in their lifetime!

'Damn it. . . why such a coincidence? '

In Fang Xi's heart, he felt utterly frustrated.

He had never imagined that coming to buy pills, he would coincidentally stumble upon the scene of the Situ family confronting these rebellious forces.

Fortunately, possessing a cheat for escaping with his life, Fang Xi wasn't overly panicked.

He carefully observed his surroundings, only to see that within the market, the only ones fiercely fighting were the Situ family's enforcement team and the rebellious forces.

As for the rogue cultivators who weren't allied with either side, they actually comprised over eighty percent!

But with one shout from an unknown person, the hearts of the people were thrown into chaos. Scattered disturbances had already appeared, and greater chaos was brewing.

Seeing this, Fang Xi, however, did not, as he had in his dreams before, go to loot the Pill Cauldron Pavilion, but instead walked towards a less crowded area.

He possessed a cheat, with longevity in sight, he certainly wouldn't risk it for a bit of petty gain.

Even if there were Foundation Establishment Pills in the Pill Cauldron Pavilion. . . he wouldn't consider it!

After all, his cultivation was too low!

As he walked, Fang Xi had already activated his camouflage robe, trying to make his presence as inconspicuous as possible.

Furthermore, he took out his ghost-head saber, holding the Bone-Penetrating Nail in his hand, ready to strike at any moment.

Only when he reached the edge of the formation, a location far from the market, did Fang Xi stop and begin to ponder:

"Before, Ming Qing Pavilion was also among the rebellious forces. . . As far as I know, Yun Meng seemed to have some connection with this pavilion. . . And Shen Hao Ran, this person has a close relationship with the Heavenly Talisman Hall. . . Chen Ping. . . Perhaps, Situ Qing Qing found clues from Chen Ping's side, and then discovered evidence of the rebellious forces?"

Although the rebellious forces were shouting fiercely at this moment, Fang Xi was certain that the Situ family still held the upper hand!

The evidence was the 'Azure as Water Formation' fully activated before his eyes!

With the assistance of this second-order formation, even Foundation Establishment cultivators would be severely wounded within the array!

What's more, the leaders of the various powers within the market were only at the late-stage Qi Refinement and Perfected Qi Refinement levels.

Rumble!

Indeed, not long after, the thick mist churned once more.

Countless restriction runes gathered, transforming into multicolored orbs, descending from the sky, and precisely began striking the rebellious cultivators.

These multicolored orbs looked unremarkable, but each strike was equivalent to a full-power blow from a Perfected Qi Refinement cultivator!

Hum!

Qi Liu's bronze bell artifact, struck by this attack, let out a mournful wail from its entire light shield, and a crack even appeared on the artifact itself.

"Damn it. . . Fairy Yun Meng, why aren't you acting?"

He looked towards Ming Qing Pavilion.

Over there, Fairy Yun Meng was manipulating a colorful ribbon, conjuring countless flower petals, trapping Situ Qing Qing and the rest of the enforcement team cultivators.

And her cultivation had actually reached late-stage Qi Refinement!

Clearly, her previous cultivation might have been a disguise!

This woman must possess an extremely profound qi-concealing art!

"Hehe. . . Shopkeeper Qi, no need to rush, our reinforcements have arrived!"

As if to confirm her words, the 'Azure as Water Formation' suddenly rippled extensively, a layer of mist dissipated, revealing multicolored, semi-transparent restrictions.

Outside the restrictions, there was a several-zhang-long black greatsword madly attacking the entire grand formation!

Manipulating this greatsword was a barefooted man in black robes. Above his unkempt stubble, a pair of eyes gleamed with sharp light, carrying terrifying might.

"Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

Seeing this scene, Fang Xi involuntarily recoiled.

The barefooted man in black robes had an iron-cold expression. With a sudden wave of his hand, the black greatsword hovered above the formation, and a layer of black flames began to burn at its tip. Terrifying spell fluctuations spread outwards.

"Alas. . . it's been decades since we last met, Daoist Long has indeed advanced to mid-stage Foundation Establishment!"

At this moment, a cyan figure flew out from within the market, standing against the wind, his voice spreading in all directions.

It was a Situ family Foundation Establishment cultivator!

This person wore a cyan Daoist robe, was gaunt, and his face often held a hint of melancholy. He said loudly: "Since Daoist Long sees that I am here, you should know that all your plans have come to naught. . . Though I am untalented and only at early-stage Foundation Establishment, with this second-order grand formation, holding you back will not be a problem at all!"

The moment this Situ family Foundation Establishment cultivator appeared, all the bandit cultivators in the entire market felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over their heads, all their thoughts vanished, and the original trend of chaos was rapidly halted!

That's right!

Even if they could get rich by looting, they were still inside someone else's formation, and the Situ family still had a Foundation Establishment cultivator holding the fort. How could they escape?

Once reason prevailed, the chaos gradually subsided.

'Something's wrong! '

At this moment, Fang Xi felt his hairs stand on end.

'It seems the Situ family received intelligence and gained the initiative, even ambushing a powerful Foundation Establishment cultivator beforehand. But that barefooted man in black robes showed no intention of retreating in the slightest. He must have another trump card! '

Just as Fang Xi was pondering what trump card it could be, he suddenly saw a streak of blood-light fly out from the market and land on top of the 'Azure as Water Formation'.

The blood-light burst open, revealing a talisman within, emitting ripples of silver light, distorting the formation's operational fluctuations. . .

"This is. . . " Fang Xi uttered his guess: "A Restriction-Breaking Talisman? ! A second-order Restriction-Breaking Talisman? ! How is that possible?"

If first-order Restriction-Breaking Talismans were relatively common, then second-order Restriction-Breaking Talismans were practically strategic resources, rarely appearing on the market, and once sold, corresponding news and intelligence would surely spread.

At the very least, the Situ family wouldn't have been caught unprepared!

But all of this was happening right before his eyes!

Buzz! Buzz!

Restriction-Breaking Talismans were specifically for breaking formations, not to mention this particular Restriction-Breaking Talisman was detonated from within the formation—its power was even greater!

In an instant, amidst the furious roar of the Situ family's Foundation Establishment cultivator, the 'Azure as Water Formation' collapsed layer by layer, countless mists dispersed, and the multicolored restriction runes also shattered into pieces. . .

"The Situ family's luck has run out!"

The barefooted man in black robes waiting outside let out a cold laugh, and the black greatsword fell straight down!

Boom!

Within the market, the largest building was instantly split in two.

The rogue cultivators who had originally been deterred now had red eyes and began to fight wildly again. True chaos had formed, and. . . it could no longer be restrained!

Under the allure of immense profit, any rogue cultivator could transform into a bandit cultivator!

This was the cultivation world!

Chapter 50: The Enemy (Please Recommend)

Chaos!

After the Azure Water Array was broken, the entire Green Bamboo Mountain Market Town descended into chaos.

Rogue cultivators were the most humble, the most lowly, and simultaneously the most cunning and brutal group of cultivators.

After judging that the Situ Clan was beyond salvation today, the greed within people's hearts was ignited, instantly causing immense pandemonium.

Cultivators were being slaughtered everywhere, and shops plundered!

‘What in the hell is this chaos! ’

Fang Xi cursed under his breath, quickly fleeing towards the outskirts of the market town.

With the second-order array now broken, it was the perfect opportunity to escape!

He didn't want to cross over directly within the market town. Who knew if Foundation Establishment cultivators had released their Divine Consciousness, occasionally sweeping over this area?

If his secret of being able to transmigrate were discovered, wouldn't that be a massive problem?

There were also a few rogue cultivators fleeing like Fang Xi, most of whom were seasoned and prudent individuals.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Fang Xi moved like lightning, relying on his camouflage clothing to come and go without a trace.

Although they were all cultivators, at this moment, few bothered to cast a 'Spirit Eye Art' on themselves.

Furthermore, he was running outwards; the further he got from the chaotic area, the smaller the danger.

Along the way, Fang Xi passed by the shantytown, even feeling a touch of regret: "My spirit rice, and the wine I buried. . ."

The shantytown was also in chaos, with many cultivators gazing at the Green Bamboo Mountain Market Town, which was ablaze with firelight, their faces etched with unease.

At the same time, more spirit farmers silently returned to their rooms and picked up their magical artifacts.

"Grandpa. . . Grandpa, don't go!"

Outside a fence, a six or seven-year-old boy clung desperately to an old farmer's trouser leg.

"Good boy, Grandpa isn't doing this for himself. You listen to your father, hide well, and wait for Grandpa to come back!"

The old farmer's eyes were deep. In his hand, he held an old, long-stemmed tobacco pipe artifact with a brass body and a white jade mouthpiece. He charged towards the market town without hesitation.

He had lived long enough. This trip might mean death, but it might also bring back enough spiritual items to smooth his grandson's cultivation path considerably.

"My husband. . ."

From time to time, the cries of women could be heard from within the shantytown.

Hearing them too often, Fang Xi's face gradually grew numb, and he continued on his way.

He had already made up his mind: once he was far from the battlefield, he would immediately flee to Da Liang!

He would have to wait until this period of chaos had completely passed before considering what to do next.

Boom!

Just as Fang Xi ran out of the shantytown, another loud bang suddenly echoed from behind him, and the terrifying spiritual energy fluctuation made his heart fiercely tremble.

Following that, he saw countless streaks of light flying out from the market town, scattering in all directions.

‘So what if they have flying artifacts, damn it? ’

‘Alright, I guess it really is impressive! ’

Watching cultivators one by one ride their flying artifacts, transforming into streaks of light that swept over his head, Fang Xi muttered with a hint of sourness.

After descending Green Bamboo Mountain, Fang Xi's eyebrows suddenly twitched.

Behind him, three streaks of escaping light were entangled in battle. . . In the blink of an eye, they swept past him, continuing onward.

One of the cultivators, riding a black cloud, was someone he actually knew!

The other party was dressed in a shop assistant's attire, with a cultivation base only at early Qi Refinement. Yet, at this moment, he was continuously pulling talismans from his storage bag, launching a barrage of attacks at a slender figure in green ahead, who was riding an iron leaf boat.

It was none other than Qi Ying Song, the shop assistant from the Hundred Arts Tower!

This person had once recruited bandits to rob him; if Fang Xi hadn't broken through to the second level of Body Cultivation, he might have died!

This grudge absolutely had to be repaid!

"Bitch, you can't escape!"

Qi Ying Song was mainly providing support. Beside him was a burly man riding a flying shuttle, whose cultivation base had shockingly reached late Qi Refinement!

At this moment, the burly man was staring at that slender figure, continuously spewing vulgarities from his mouth.

And that slender figure was also very familiar to Fang Xi; it was Situ Qing Qing!

"It's this woman? She's being chased all the way out here?"

"Indeed, the Situ Clan's situation has deteriorated greatly. Are they breaking out to escape with their lives?"

Fang Xi looked at the burly man at late Qi Refinement, his expression filled with apprehension.

This man was dressed in a dull yellow hemp robe, his eyes like copper bells, and a twisted, centipede-like scar marred his face. Especially with his cultivation reaching late Qi Refinement, he clearly wasn't someone to provoke!

In comparison, Situ Qing Qing was only at mid Qi Refinement, offering no real assistance.

‘Is it really worth taking such a risk for an enemy? ’

‘Or should I just let it go? A major grudge can be settled later. Wouldn't it be better to go to Da Liang and bully the weak? ’

Fang Xi deliberately made a half-circle detour, preparing to leave quietly.

As for Situ Qing Qing?

What did her life or death have to do with him?

Just as he was making his detour, the combat in mid-air took a new turn.

Ahead, Situ Qing Qing, riding the iron leaf boat, had a pale face. She glanced back at the approaching yellow-robed burly man and Qi Ying Song, then gritted her teeth. From her storage bag, she pulled out a drab, grey, longan-sized spherical pearl and flicked it behind her.

Simultaneously, she performed a hand seal, and a spirit talisman flew up, transforming into countless green pine needles that shot towards her pursuers.

"Petty tricks!"

The yellow-robed burly man at late Qi Refinement sneered, casually conjuring a golden longsword artifact. He deflected the pine needles one by one, then moved to attack Situ Qing Qing.

However, upon seeing the pitch-black small sphere mixed in among the pine needles, his expression suddenly changed: "No good. . . a Yin Lightning Orb?"

Boom!

In the sky, a bolt of pitch-black lightning suddenly flashed.

The charred corpse of the yellow-robed burly man plummeted from the sky.

At the same time, his golden longsword artifact, used in his final desperate struggle, pierced through the three green shields around Situ Qing Qing. The sword light slashed down, making Situ Qing Qing's face even paler, as if drained of all blood. Her iron leaf boat also swayed precariously, finally plummeting to the ground after Qi Ying Song pulled out another talisman to attack.

"This woman is truly troublesome. . . Damn it, the third brother of the Kou Brothers died here, I'm in big trouble now. . . His two elder brothers aren't to be trifled with."

Qi Ying Song descended his black cloud, gazing at the unconscious Situ Qing Qing ahead, and the blood on her chest. He still didn't quite dare to approach.

"Something's not right with this woman. She's only at mid Qi Refinement, yet her personal wealth is so abundant. Could she be a direct descendant of the Situ Clan? No. . . to be able to produce a disposable artifact like the Yin Lightning Orb, which can even threaten Foundation Establishment cultivators, could she be the Situ Clan ancestor's direct granddaughter?"

Qi Ying Song analyzed the situation, his expression, however, filled with excitement: "If I capture this woman, I'll have rendered a great service to the clan, haha. . ."

The Hundred Arts Tower had formally broken ties with the Situ Clan this time, something he had actually been quite bewildered by before.

After all, how could the clan's high-level strategy be divulged to someone at the bottom?

And the battle had erupted without warning.

When he saw the Azure Water Array activate, Qi Ying Song truly thought he was doomed.

He hadn't expected the tables to turn so dramatically; his side had gained the upper hand, utterly defeating the Situ Clan.

Ultimately, after a chaotic battle, the Situ Clan members broke out in separate directions, and his uncle had also gone to pursue an important figure.

Qi Ying Song was somewhat timid, only daring to follow the previous late Qi Refinement master to pursue a female cultivator at mid Qi Refinement.

This matter seemed like a sure thing, yet he hadn't expected such a reversal.

"This woman. . ."

Just as Qi Ying Song was about to step forward, a blue jade pendant on his person suddenly began to hum.

A layer of azure light shield instantly appeared, enveloping his entire body.

Before Qi Ying Song's expression could change, he felt a tremendous force strike the shield, causing the jade pendant to emit a mournful cry!

"Hmm? A self-activating protective artifact? The Hundred Arts Tower truly has deep pockets. . ."

A slightly familiar voice echoed.

Qi Ying Song looked over and saw an unfamiliar bandit cultivator, masked with a kerchief, slowly withdrawing his fist.

But that voice was inexplicably familiar.

In an instant, the cultivators' ability of photographic memory made him recall: "You're that cultivator who sold monster meat?"

The bandit brothers he had hired back then never returned, and Qi Ying Song had almost thought they had fled with the plundered money!

Now it seemed his own uncle had clearly been mistaken!

This cultivator was clearly one of those ruthless individuals who had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

Fang Xi didn't hold back, delivering punch after punch, slamming them fiercely onto the light shield.

"Fellow Daoist. . . let's talk this over!"

"Behind me is the Qi family of the Hundred Arts Tower!"

"I. . . I can offer compensation!"

Qi Ying Song explained with a terrified expression, simultaneously preparing to tear several talismans.

But Fang Xi wouldn't give the other party a chance at all. He let out a furious roar, his entire body's True Vigor intensely concentrated.

"Secret Technique: Limitless Primordial Chaos!"

Bang!

A terrifying, immense force, far surpassing the previous ones, struck the light-blue shield.

Crack, snap!

Numerous hairline cracks appeared on the blue jade pendant, and it instantly turned to dust.

Fang Xi's momentum remained unchecked, and his two fingers directly pierced into Qi Ying Song's throat.

"Ugh. . ."

Qi Ying Song's eyes were filled with horror as he slowly collapsed.

His hand relaxed, and several talismans slowly drifted down.

"This is also the advantage of body cultivation: thought manifests instantly. . . The speed of action is incredibly fast, leaving enemies no time to react."

Fang Xi flicked out a fireball, destroying the corpse and erasing any traces, then scooped up the storage bag from Qi Ying Song's body. In his mind, he was still pondering the gains and losses of this battle: "Of course. . . the camouflage clothing's concealment function is also very important. Cultivators who constantly keep their Spirit Eyes active are a minority, and being able to hide from ordinary people's naked eyes provides a great advantage for body cultivators' surprise attacks. . ."

Although the storage bag was good, Fang Xi didn't have time to slowly wear down the magical power imprint on it.

Moreover, there were also the magical artifacts and storage bag of the previous late Qi Refinement expert, which were the main portion of the spoils of war!

After everything was done, Fang Xi looked towards where Situ Qing Qing lay and suddenly spoke: "Fellow Daoist, have you had enough sleep?"

"Truly, nothing escapes Fellow Daoist's notice! " Situ Qing Qing slowly rose. Although her hair was disheveled and blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, her demeanor remained extraordinary.

"I have no intention of being your enemy, and there's no need for Fellow Daoist to use your last resort on me."

Fang Xi was disguised at this moment, so he wasn't afraid of Situ Qing Qing discovering his identity. He laughed aloud.

"This concubine, Situ Qing Qing, thanks Fellow Daoist for saving my life. " Situ Qing Qing smiled gently, performing a graceful bow.

She was a very intelligent woman. Seeing Fang Xi masked, she knew his intention was to hide his identity, so she didn't press for details. Instead, she took out a token: "This is a token of my Situ Clan. Please keep it safe, and there will surely be a reward in the future!"

The token was tossed out, but Fang Xi didn't reach for it, letting it fall to the ground.

The scene became somewhat awkward for a moment.

"I didn't specifically intend to save you. . . " Fang Xi watched the token, representing a great favor from the Situ Clan, fall to the ground, as if he was witnessing the collapse of the Situ Clan's power.

Yes. . . what use was a favor from a great clan on the verge of extermination?

He wanted to cash in more!

Therefore, Fang Xi chuckled: "There's no need to be so polite, Immortal Maiden. If you truly wish to repay me, why not tell me what happened? I'm truly bewildered by the chaos in the market town. . ."

Chapter 51: Release Day Thoughts

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Chapter 52: Blood Talisman Spirit Body (Please Subscribe! ! ! )

“The market disturbance? ”

At the mention of this, a look of immense complexity momentarily flashed across Situ Qing Qing’s face.

It contained hatred, anger. . . but also helplessness, bitterness, and even a touch of fear.

“Presumably, you've heard that the Qi family of Hundred Arts Tower, the Green Leaf Xu family, the Heavenly Talisman Shen family, and the Song Clan all attacked my family simultaneously. . . In truth, they were merely coveting my family’s gains from the Purple Mystical Mountain mystic realm. ”

After a long silence, Situ Qing Qing replied with an indifferent expression.

‘This woman is hiding something. I remember. . . back then, someone shouted, “The superior sect has a command! ”. . . In the State of Yue, there is only one superior sect, and that is—the Black Heaven Sect! Within its gates, there are dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators and a Core Formation ancestor overseeing it, truly an undisputed hegemon of the State of Yue’s cultivation world! ’

‘But. . . the Situ Clan and Red Leaf Valley, did they truly suffer calamity because of the Purple Mystical Mountain mystic realm? ’

Fang Xi pondered secretly, then, as if casually, asked the question he most wanted to know: “Right. . . today, the market’s formation array seemed to have been breached by a second-order restriction-breaking talisman. Is this matter related to that Yun Meng and Talisman Master Chen Ping? ”

“Hmm? Fellow Daoist actually knows Chen Ping? ” Situ Qing Qing was quite surprised.

“Heh heh. . . I naturally know a few things. ” Fang Xi replied inscrutably.

Situ Qing Qing bit her red lip, then sighed: “Since things have come to this, there’s nothing that can’t be said. . . Indeed, the market’s breach today was due to my Situ Clan’s miscalculation, failing to anticipate that Chen Ping would actually awaken the ‘Blood Talisman Spirit Body’! ”

“So that’s how it is. . . ” Fang Xi nodded: “But regarding the details of the ‘Blood Talisman Spirit Body’, could Fairy tell me a thing or two? ”

He knew that in the cultivation world, there were also cultivators who not only possessed spirit roots but also certain spirit body talents.

For example, ‘Sword Bone’ was highly suitable for sword cultivators.

And if a ‘Profound Water Spirit Body’ was combined with a water spirit root cultivator, it could dramatically increase their cultivation technique’s progress. For instance, a mid-grade water-biased spirit root cultivator with this spirit body would cultivate almost as fast as a top-grade water spirit root genius.

Once, such a spirit body cultivator emerged, shaking the entire State of Yue.

However, these spirit bodies were even rarer than spirit roots, almost one in ten thousand among cultivators.

As for the effects of the Blood Talisman Spirit Body, Fang Xi truly didn't know, as it was his first time hearing of it.

“The Blood Talisman Spirit Body is a talisman Dao physique, innately aligned with the Great Dao of talismans. It allows cultivators to advance by leaps and bounds in the path of talismans. It can actively consume vital blood to increase the success rate of talisman crafting, and also makes it easier to break through limits and create high-grade talismans. . . and even, when necessary, consume one's own lifespan to elevate a specific talisman by a major grade! ” Situ Qing Qing introduced.

“A talisman Dao physique? ” Fang Xi was somewhat surprised. There was actually a spirit body specifically suited for the talisman Dao?

This was simply unbelievable.

However, the cultivation world was full of countless wondrous techniques and secret arts, so another type of Blood Talisman Spirit Body was quite normal.

Soon, he connected this to Chen Ping’s rapid progress, and that crucial second-order restriction-breaking talisman in the market: “So. . . that restriction-breaking talisman was made by Chen Ping, and was originally a first-order superior-grade talisman. . . but he consumed vital blood and lifespan, forcefully pushing it into the second-order tier? This Blood Talisman Spirit Body is truly terrifying! ”

“Hmph, it’s merely draining the pond to catch all the fish. That Chen Ping is only at the Qi Refinement stage. . . for that one talisman, he consumed at least half a Jiazi (thirty years) of lifespan. ” Situ Qing Qing spoke of him with considerable indignation: “My Situ Clan had already found clues by tracking that cheap Yun Meng from Mingqing Pavilion and was about to go capture her, unexpectedly, the other party resorted to desperate measures. . . ”

‘Wait, something still doesn’t add up. . . If Chen Ping is a Blood Talisman Spirit Body, how could he have been so impoverished and even a spirit farmer at first? ’

A thought surfaced in Fang Xi’s mind, and he asked directly.

Situ Qing Qing replied frankly: “The Blood Talisman Spirit Body is a recessive constitution; it doesn’t manifest normally. The key is to activate it through acquired means. . . ”

“Could it be that the so-called activation requires some kind of talisman inheritance? ” Fang Xi thought of Chen Ping’s transformation after obtaining Talisman Master Zong’s notes, and couldn’t help but guess this.

“Not so. . . ” Situ Qing Qing sneered: “Although my Situ Clan hasn’t researched spirit bodies extensively, according to my deduction, the activation of this spirit body likely requires some kind of blood sacrifice! ”

“Blood sacrifice? ! ”

Fang Xi suddenly thought of the Kou Brothers who had killed Talisman Master Zong!

Just now, the one chasing Situ Qing Qing was the third of the Kou Brothers! They clearly shared interests with these rebellious forces!

Of course, Kou Brothers was an outsider’s moniker; the three brothers usually called themselves the Three Heroes. . .

Connecting the dots like this, it was truly horrifying the more he thought about it!

‘I had found it strange for a while that Chen Ping’s social circle was a bit too high-class. . . He must have met Yun Meng and others before his spirit body was activated, had his potential discovered, and then intentionally lowered himself to associate with them. . . ’

‘Presumably, even before the Blood Talisman Spirit Body was activated, there were some marks or clues that could be confirmed through certain means. . . ’

‘And then, it was a matter of researching how to activate it. . . Yun Meng and the others contacted the Kou Brothers, and who knows how many blood sacrifice materials they gathered for Chen Ping, even Talisman Master Zong. . . ’

‘Fortunately, I was smart and rarely left Green Bamboo Mountain, otherwise, I’m afraid. . . ’

‘Tsk tsk. . . Fellow Daoist Lu (Lu Zhi) truly walked into a tiger’s den. I wonder if Chen Ping himself knows? This counts as killing her husband and taking his wife, doesn’t it? Truly a Cao Cao! And Talisman Master Zong’s children, they’ve all acknowledged their father’s killer as their own father. . . ’

‘And then, Chen Ping successfully activated his Blood Talisman Spirit Body, soaring to prominence. . . ’

Fang Xi had even personally experienced some of the crucial changes within this whole affair.

Recalling it now, he immediately felt that everything had traces to follow.

‘Everything is clear now. . . Due to the substantial gains of the Situ Clan and Red Leaf Valley from the Purple Mystical Mountain mystic realm, their strength greatly increased, causing unease for the Black Heaven Sect, which then arranged for nearby forces to eradicate them. . . ’

‘As for Chen Ping? Perhaps at first, Yun Meng only wanted to win over this genius who might awaken the Blood Talisman Spirit Body. . . but later, as the situation changed, she arranged for his blood sacrifice, intending to frantically exploit his power. . . ultimately consuming his lifespan to create a second-order restriction-breaking talisman, contributing to the assault on Green Bamboo Mountain market! ’

Humans are always short-sighted.

Even cultivators were no exception.

Behind Fairy Yun Meng was the Green Leaf Xu family, merely a Foundation Establishment family.

A top-tier talisman Dao genius like the Blood Talisman Spirit Body might not be something they could keep. It was more likely that a command from the Black Heaven Sect would arrive, and they would have to obediently send him to the sect as a disciple.

In that case, although they might receive some sect rewards, they wouldn’t be much.

It was far less beneficial than the profits from breaching the Green Bamboo Mountain market!

‘Draining the pond to catch all the fish—this is the preferred choice for rogue cultivators, and even small sects and minor forces. . . Examples of cultivating unparalleled geniuses to soar to prominence and then having them uplift the sect and their relatives are not unheard of, but they are exceedingly rare. . . Why? Because the resources of minor forces are simply insufficient to cultivate unparalleled geniuses, and might even lead to their premature elimination by hostile forces! This is precisely what is meant by “virtue not matching one’s position will surely bring calamity! ”’

‘Conversely, this method of killing the goose to get the eggs, while seemingly wasteful, yields greater immediate benefits. . . How to choose, goes without saying! ’

Fang Xi sighed.

This was both a sigh of lament and a feeling of pity for Chen Ping.

If this person had been born into a cultivation world rich in resources and supported by a powerful sect, perhaps his path of cultivation would have been much smoother than it was now, and he wouldn’t have been driven to a dead end.

“Fellow Daoist, do you perhaps know Chen Ping? ”

Situ Qing Qing’s bright eyes sparkled, as if she had discerned something.

“No, I’m merely lamenting the downfall of a top-tier talisman Dao genius. . . ” Fang Xi’s heart skipped a beat, but his tone remained calm.

Qi Refinement cultivators generally had lifespans around a hundred years. Suddenly losing half a Jiazi, which was thirty years!

This was by no means a small amount.

Situ Qing Qing did not press the matter, instead bowing sincerely once more: “Fellow Daoist possesses extraordinary strength. I wonder if you would be willing to join my Situ Clan and become a guest elder? Although my Situ Clan is currently in precarious times, it is in adversity that true hearts are revealed. At this moment, we absolutely treat external rogue cultivators equally. As long as you perform meritorious deeds, there will certainly be rewards—pills to increase cultivation, powerful artifacts and talismans, and even the insights on Foundation Establishment from my ancestor. . . all can be imparted without reservation! ”

‘This Situ Qing Qing truly has a non-simple background. . . She even dares to casually promise insights on Foundation Establishment. ’

Although Fang Xi felt a flicker of temptation, it was only a very slight one.

Perhaps Situ Qing Qing was right; the Situ Clan, on the brink of collapse, would do anything, even drinking poison to quench thirst. But how could he possibly be willing to be buried with the Situ Clan?

Therefore, he decisively refused: “I am accustomed to being an idle cloud and wild crane and am unwilling to join any force. . . Fairy, take care on your journey, we shall meet again! ”

Cupping his hands, he executed his movement technique, swiftly darting away like a dragon or snake. After just a few twists, he vanished from sight. . .

‘Who is this person? ’ Watching Fang Xi’s retreating figure, Situ Qing Qing’s gaze subtly sharpened: ‘A body cultivator at the second stage of Body Cultivation. . . using a movement technique more akin to a mortal martial artist, yet even surpassing it. . . Such a person shouldn’t be unknown; if the family’s Four Seas Hall were still active, they might not be unable to find clues. . . ’

But then, a bitter smile appeared on her face.

Green Bamboo Mountain market had been suddenly breached, and the fate of one Foundation Establishment ancestor was unknown.

The future of the Situ Clan was still uncertain; they truly didn’t have the energy to investigate a mere mid-Qi Refinement stage body cultivator.

‘The Black Heaven Sect, and the Xu family, the Song Clan. . . I, Situ Qing Qing, have remembered this vendetta. ’

Situ Qing Qing cast a final glance in the direction of the market, then switched to a flower basket artifact, swiftly riding it away. . .

......

On the other side.

Fang Xi ran far away, arriving in a mountain forest.

The stream gurgled, and withered leaves floated upon its surface.

He chose a spot beneath a large bluestone, dug a cellar, and reinforced it with defenses.

After completing everything, he immediately chose to transmigrate!

‘The area around Green Bamboo Mountain is about to descend into chaos. The downfall of a major force is a feast for small fries, and the hundreds of miles around won’t be too peaceful. . . I’m too lazy to get involved; it’s better to hide. ’

This time, Fang Xi planned to hide in Da Liang for a few good years.

Even if it meant delaying his Everlasting Spring Art progress. . . he hadn’t made much progress in that art anyway. Besides. . . he still had the Primordial Chaos True Art to substitute!

If he could advance to True Vigor Martial Saint in Da Liang, which was equivalent to a Grandmaster at the third stage of Body Cultivation, then when he returned, he might even be able to snatch some leftovers.

‘Forget it. . . it’s best not to even touch the leftovers. As long as I control the trade between the two worlds, why would I fear lacking resources? ’

Da Liang.

A desolate mountain outside Three Yuan City.

Fang Xi’s figure appeared, then, with a hint of excitement, he looked at the two storage bags in his hands: “It’s finally time to check the spoils. . . ”

Chapter 53: Opening the Storage Bags (Seeking first subscription! ! ! )

“I need to reflect. This time, when I saw my enemy, I couldn't hold back. ”

Fang Xi laid out two storage bags, one exquisite and one crude, secretly reminding himself.

Killing and seizing treasures felt great, but becoming the one killed and robbed was hardly beautiful.

Sitting on a mountain of treasures, Fang Xi had no desire to end up in such a predicament.

After calming his mind, he first picked up the crude storage bag.

This storage bag belonged to Ying Song. That person's magic power was low, and coupled with Fang Xi already being at the mid-stage Qi Refinement realm, he managed to unlock it in about the time it took to steep a cup of tea.

Inside the storage bag was indeed a space about the same size as Fang Xi's own previous storage bag, containing two stacks of talismans, over ten Spirit Stones, and some clothes and miscellaneous items.

In fact, Fang Xi suspected that such a large number of talismans might not even belong to Ying Song himself, but were life-saving items given to him by Qi Liu.

After all, early-stage Qi Refinement cultivators had weak magic power and couldn't even use superior-grade artifacts effectively. Talismans were much more convenient and straightforward.

In addition, the flying artifact that Ying Song had controlled, named "Black Cloud Pouch," also became Fang Xi's spoils of war.

“All in all, it’s not bad. ”

“However, the real big haul still belongs to that Kou family expert. . . ”

Fang Xi picked up the Kou family's third brother's storage bag. This bag was noticeably much more exquisite.

Not only was it exquisite, but the magical power imprint on it was also very strong.

Fang Xi spent a full five or six hours just to barely wear it down and unlock it. . .

Upon opening it, even with some mental preparation, his eyes couldn’t help but narrow slightly.

Spirit Stones!

The first thing that caught his eye was a pile of over a hundred Spirit Stones in the corner!

“I’ve struck it rich, truly rich this time. . . ”

Fang Xi murmured, then looked at the other gains, feeling a jolt.

The capacity of this storage bag clearly surpassed the previous two, being about three cubic meters in size. Inside were some blood-stained artifacts, materials, pills, and even jade slips and packages. . . most of them were quite scattered, seemingly packed in a hurry.

‘This Kou family's third brother must have plundered quite a few people in the market and collected a good deal of wealth. . . ’

However, at this moment, Fang Xi unceremoniously accepted this accumulated wealth with a smile.

He discarded his original storage bag and directly upgraded to the Kou family's third brother's three-cubic-meter storage bag, immediately feeling much more spacious.

He didn't plan to leave the remaining two storage bags empty, intending to use them specifically for transporting monster beast materials.

For a two-world transporter, the more storage bags, the better.

Fang Xi could already imagine the day he would advance to an eight-bag disciple of the Beggar Sect, or even a nine-bag elder. . .

...

Night fell.

“Thanks for the generous gift, Kou Brothers! ”

Fang Xi had thoroughly identified and cleaned out the miscellaneous items, now holding the fruits of his labor.

A golden longsword artifact!

This artifact was two feet three inches long and one inch wide, entirely golden, with delicate scale patterns on its surface. Its hilt was adorned with a dragon's head, and its blade continuously emanated a chill, making anyone who saw it feel a shiver down their spine.

This was none other than a superior-grade artifact—the Golden Flood Dragon Sword!

‘In the market, even the cheapest superior-grade artifact costs at least a hundred low-grade Spirit Stones! ’

‘Too bad, this is stolen goods, it can’t see the light of day. ’

Thinking of the third brother's two older siblings, both late-stage Qi Refinement cultivators, Fang Xi felt a tingling in his scalp.

In reality, according to the cultivation world's rule of "whoever defeats the enemy claims the spoils," this Kou family's third brother's storage bag should have belonged to Situ Qing Qing.

However, that female cultivator hadn't mentioned it, clearly tacitly agreeing.

Fang Xi also felt that saving her life made it perfectly acceptable to take some spoils of war.

At this moment, he could only accept the ensuing trouble.

In addition, from the Kou family's third brother's storage bag, he also found a mid-grade artifact-level 'Profound Iron Shield', which Fang Xi took out and carefully refined as a defensive artifact.

As for the flying shuttle he had used, it had been destroyed by the Yin Thunder and was long unusable.

“Thus, adding the Black Cloud Pouch for travel, I now have a complete set of artifacts for attack, defense, and travel. . . Is killing and seizing treasures really the fastest way to get rich? ”

Fang Xi muttered to himself.

Aside from artifacts, among the large pile of plundered goods, he also found many jade bottles containing pills, including even a bottle of 'Wood Essence Pills', which was a truly unexpected surprise.

Unfortunately, the most valuable item was a bottle of 'Golden Grain Pills', which were pills used by late-stage Qi Refinement cultivators who practiced gold-attribute cultivation methods to enhance their magic power. They were likely for the Kou family's third brother himself.

Fang Xi couldn't use them, so he could only put them away for now.

There were also some healing and detoxifying pills, as well as a large quantity of grain-replacing pills, which he sorted one by one and stored by category. They would surely be useful someday.

As for the jade slips, they contained a hodgepodge of information.

There was even the full text of the 'Fire Essence Art' and half of the 'Golden Wind Art'. . .

Unfortunately, these were common cultivation methods like the 'Evergreen Art', and Fang Xi had no intention of changing his main cultivation method.

He was a cultivator with a wood-biased spiritual root; would he really cultivate gold and earth methods if he never wanted to reach Foundation Establishment?

However, some miscellaneous knowledge, travelogues, and cultural notes recorded in the jade slips did broaden Fang Xi's horizons. He planned to read them when he had free time.

“Finally, there’s this. ”

Fang Xi picked up the last jade slip.

This jade slip was not only much thicker than the others, but its texture was also quite different, similar to mortal suet white jade—warm and lustrous, with faint golden threads within.

One look was enough to tell it was a high-grade jade slip.

When Fang Xi first got it, it even had specks of bloodstains on it, suggesting that many cultivators had likely died fighting for it.

And when Fang Xi's Divine Consciousness probed it, countless dense pieces of information immediately appeared, led by a line of golden characters—

[Preliminary Introduction to Array Dao (Upper Scroll)]!

This was unexpectedly a first-order Array Master inheritance!

The four arts of cultivation were arrays, pills, artifacts, and talismans!

Even the Talisman Masters, who ranked last among them, could live incredibly comfortably, not to mention Array Masters, who were at the very top of the hierarchy!

Fang Xi had previously thought about specializing in an art to bolster his strength.

However, he had originally planned to study the Dao of Talismans, and for this, he had intentionally built good relations with some Talisman Masters, such as Talisman Master Zong and Chen Ping. . . but fate had its twists and turns.

Now, Talisman Master Zong was dead, and Chen Ping was not worth mentioning.

He never expected an array formation inheritance to land in his hands!

Fang Xi had already roughly perused it. This array formation inheritance was truly just an introduction, suitable for array novices. The most powerful array within it was only a first-order superior-grade array!

But this was already enough; if sold, it could fetch at least several hundred Spirit Stones!

As for why an array Dao inheritance had roughly the same value as Talisman Master Zong's talisman Dao notes. . .

“Damn it, array formations are too difficult! ”

Fang Xi stared at the first sentence of the array Dao introduction, instantly feeling a bit dumbfounded:

“Array formations gather the changes of heaven and earth, thoroughly exploring the mysteries of creation’s multiplication and division. Cultivators are best advised to observe with Divine Consciousness; entry will yield twice the results with half the effort. . . ”

Divine Consciousness!

This was an exclusive ability only possessed by Foundation Establishment cultivators!

Divine Consciousness could exit the body, probing an area of tens or even hundreds of feet, giving a huge advantage in combat.

Moreover, with Divine Consciousness, there were more conveniences in talisman crafting, pill refining, and artifact forging.

Thus, those Foundation Establishment cultivators would often diligently study one of the four cultivation arts, using Divine Consciousness to assist, and with their extended lifespans for study, most could achieve some success.

And Fang Xi finally understood why Array Masters were at the top of the hierarchy!

Other Pill Refiners and Artifact Refiners could at least begin their studies at the Qi Refinement stage, while Array Masters were best off starting only at the Foundation Establishment stage!

But then again, with Divine Consciousness, there were numerous conveniences for studying restrictions, mapping mountains and rivers, precisely setting up arrays, and even observing the subsequent evolution of arrays!

“But the crucial point is that Qi Refinement cultivators have no Divine Consciousness at all, only spiritual sense capable of inner sight. . . ”

Fang Xi really wanted to complain.

When he read further and saw that studying array formations required specialized venues and large quantities of Spirit Stones to create array disks and array flags, he was even more bewildered. . .

Actually, these resources were fine. For an Array Master to truly get started, the key was aptitude, meaning their comprehension of array formations!

For the other three arts, like pill refining or talisman crafting, one could accumulate experience and skills by piling up resources and failing numerous times, thereby slowly improving.

In other words, as long as one wasn't afraid of wasting resources, progress was always possible.

But for the Dao of Array Formations, if you couldn't comprehend it, you just couldn't!

No matter how many times you tried, it would still be a failure!

This was one of the reasons why other Foundation Establishment cultivators mostly focused on pills, artifacts, and talismans, with Array Masters being extremely rare.

“Talismans for wealth, pills and artifacts for ruin; advising someone to learn arrays means they'll be struck by lightning! ”

Looking at the annotation in the jade slip, clearly added by a junior, Fang Xi’s mouth twitched slightly.

But upon careful reflection, among rogue cultivators, Talisman Masters were the most numerous, while Pill Refiners and Artifact Refiners were extremely rare, and their skills were often inferior to those from major factions. As for Array Masters, they were exceedingly rare. . . It seemed quite fitting indeed. . .

“Too bad. . . I don’t have any other inheritances on hand. ”

“Forget it, I’ll take a look first. It’s hard to cultivate much in Da Liang anyway, so why not spend some time confirming my talent in the Dao of Arrays. . . ”

Fang Xi composed himself and continued to study the Preliminary Introduction to Array Dao.

“An array formation consists of several important parts: the array source, array patterns, restrictions, and the array eye. . . ”

The array source was the power source of the array. Some legendary Array Masters could even use the stars of heaven and earth as their array, wielding world-shattering power.

Of course, most cultivators nowadays used spiritual veins as their array source, at most supplementing them with Spirit Stones.

For example, the Sky-Blue Water Array of Green Bamboo Mountain Market!

This array was a second-order array, but Green Bamboo Mountain only had a first-order spiritual vein, unable to support the full operation of a second-order array.

This was partly why the Sky-Blue Water Array usually operated at its lowest consumption.

During wartime, however, large quantities of Spirit Stones could naturally be poured into the array source without regard for cost, so as to fully unleash the entire power of this array formation!

After the array source, came the array patterns!

This was where countless Array Masters poured their heart and soul!

Comprehending array patterns primarily relied on one's insight!

Different arrays required the arrangement of different array patterns. These patterns then combined to form restrictions, which could be said to be the most fundamental part. If array patterns conflicted, the array could absolutely not succeed!

Fang Xi looked at the array patterns for an introductory array. The densely packed runes instantly made him feel dizzy, like a programmer from his previous life seeing terrifying error code. . .

Chapter 54: Yuan He Mountain (For the Alliance Leader Cramp's Night! )

Half a month later.

Fang Xi sat cross-legged, his eyes vacant, holding a jade slip in his hand.

Before him, a simple Three Talents Formation had been laid out with stones.

The three stacked stones subtly seemed to contain countless permutations and combinations.

Nearby lay a pile of counting rods, along with his own equations, various key points, and notes. . .

"I've got it!"

Suddenly, a gleam flashed in Fang Xi's eyes, and he began to calculate.

A moment later, he slumped back down. "No. . . it's all wrong. . ."

Ever since acquiring that formation dao inheritance, he had been engrossed in studying it, forgetting food and sleep.

When thirsty, he drank mountain spring water; when hungry, he popped a grain of 'Grain Abstinence Pill', frantically trying to conquer the first part of the 'Preliminary Explanation of Formation Dao'.

This section contained only the most basic 'Three Talents Formation Rune', requiring the reader to decipher it and use it to form a minor restriction, serving as a small test.

It was also a method to assess a cultivator's aptitude and comprehension in the formation dao.

It was later mentioned that true formation geniuses could decipher it at a glance.

Those who could decipher it within a day were considered to have excellent aptitude in the formation dao.

Within three days was considered average.

Within seven days, though a bit slow, was still barely enough to enter the path.

But now. . . Fang Xi had been studying for fifteen days.

His complexion was haggard, like an old scholar who had exhausted himself with texts, bloodshot veins appearing in his eyes:

"How does 'Formation' decipher? Why does every stroke feel wrong. . ."

"Damn it. . . damn it all!"

Smack!

He suddenly stood up and kicked the scattered Three Talents stones. "I must be insane. . . A person who gets stumped by civil service math problems trying to decipher otherworld formations. . . I'm truly foolish, truly!"

"What kind of crap formation is this? I'm not learning it, I'm going to practice martial arts!"

The Three Talents Formation Rune seemed simple, but it actually required solving problems from multiple dimensions, far beyond Fang Xi's current mathematical prowess.

This period of intense study had finally made him realize one thing: he was definitely not a formation dao genius!

Therefore, Fang Xi gave up, choosing to be a 'salted fish'!

Oh, no, that's not right—he started practicing martial arts!

He opened a small jade bottle and poured out an 'Emerald Bone Pill'.

The pill was pure white and carried a milky fragrance, yet when tasted, it left a bitter aftertaste.

Most importantly, after refining the medicinal power, Fang Xi felt his entire skeletal structure tingle and go numb.

It felt as if countless ants were crawling and gnawing on his bones. . .

Not long after, this sensation transformed into a burning heat. . .

This alternation continued for nine cycles before everything gradually subsided.

By this time, his pores had expelled some yellowish impurities.

"Bone Refinement?"

Fang Xi mused, lost in thought.

The progression from a second-step Martial Master to a third-step requires refining steel-like tendons and iron-like bones. This is a slow, meticulous process, demanding daily stimulation of one's bone marrow with True Force. Even a slight mistake can lead to disability and paralysis, so it absolutely cannot be rushed!

However, with the support of spirit pills from the cultivation world, his bone refining speed was incredibly fast!

After thoroughly refining the medicinal power of the 'Emerald Bone Pill', Fang Xi took out some 'Tiger-Leopard Tendon Easing Ointment' and applied it to the major tendons in his thighs and arms.

Once the ointment was applied, a cool sensation spread throughout his body.

Seizing this opportunity, Fang Xi stood up and performed a set of fist techniques.

Bang! Bang!

Each punch he threw, though seemingly casual, produced terrifying tearing sounds in the air.

Indeed, with every strike, Fang Xi could feel his tendons and bones being torn apart and then rapidly regenerating, becoming even more resilient. . .

Half an hour later.

Fang Xi stopped, exhaling a long breath.

This long breath shot out like an arrow, several feet into the air, before slowly dissipating.

"Before I finish consuming these pills, I will definitely break through to third-step Martial Master!"

"And then, it's 'Spirit and Force Unification' of fourth-step martial arts?"

"That's right! This is the normal progression! Fist-to-flesh combat, flying on a sword like an immortal, and achieving eternal life—that's the romance for men of our generation. . . Formation masters can go die somewhere!"

Fang Xi was quite satisfied with his martial arts talent (and financial backing).

He closed his eyes and inwardly examined his body.

After consuming the pills, he needed some time to adapt and also expel any lingering pill toxins.

Thus, he preferred not to consume 'Emerald Bone Pills' consecutively.

Even so, Fang Xi was confident he could refine steel-like tendons and iron-like bones within a month, directly achieving the third-step Martial Master realm!

But the final step, 'Spirit and Force Unification', was an epiphany, a spiritual state.

Currently, Fang Xi was completely at a loss.

Even the 'Heavenly Wind Secret Scroll' described it in extremely vague terms, only saying that some Martial Masters comprehended it during life-or-death battles, at the brink of death, while others achieved it naturally by observing the blooming and wilting of flowers.

Even more third-step Martial Masters never managed to grasp 'Spirit and Force Unification' until their dying breath!

"The Huang family's secret manual is indeed a bit crude. . ."

Fang Xi gazed towards Yuan He Mountain, lost in thought. "Perhaps. . . I should borrow another secret manual to study? Conveniently, I also have many questions about a Grandmaster's 'Union of Man and Heaven'. . ."

...

Yuan He Mountain.

This mountain is located north of Three Yuan City, only a few dozen miles away.

Three Yuan City lies at the junction of two great rivers, with mountain ranges providing natural defenses to its north.

Upon entering the mountain range, one can see five peaks rising into the sky, resembling a human hand.

The only path up the mountain is a narrow, single-file gorge.

This is the gate of Yuan He Mountain—the 'Blood Gate'!

To enter Yuan He Mountain, one must pass through the Blood Gate!

This gate, leveraging the advantageous terrain, served as an impenetrable barrier, warding off countless powerful enemies for Yuan He Mountain in the past.

Even the nearby rocks had turned blood-red, supposedly stained by the fresh blood of their foes.

Although Yuan He Mountain now dominated Ding State with no one daring to defy it, its past caution remained. The Blood Gate's narrow pass was heavily guarded by numerous Yuan He Mountain disciples, with no shortage of checkpoints and hidden sentries.

Even within some special strategic openings, crossbows were positioned!

Under such defenses, even if the Da Liang imperial court were to launch tens of thousands of troops in an attack, the mountain could hold out for a long time—it was truly impregnable!

Deep night!

The cold wind howled, but the Yuan He Mountain disciples guarding the Blood Gate remained energetic, their movements disciplined whether standing, walking, or sitting.

But none of this concerned Fang Xi in the slightest. . .

A dark cloud slowly drifted across the sky.

"Fooled you, didn't I? I can fly!"

Fang Xi controlled his refined flying artifact—the 'Black Cloud Pouch'—directly soaring over the perilous Blood Gate and entering the heart of Yuan He Mountain.

"With my current strength, those first and second-step Martial Masters are just seeking death!"

"Only third-step Martial Masters with steel-like tendons and iron-like bones, whose skeletons have been strengthened, are somewhat difficult to kill. . . but even they are like paper in front of the 'Golden Flood Dragon Shears'. . ."

After all, these weren't Body Cultivators from the South Barrens Cultivation World; those Body Cultivators had learned their lesson long ago. Before every battle, they would invariably don a full set of artifact-grade armor, becoming true humanoid beasts!

Cultivators were a group of people very adept at utilizing external aids.

Fortunately, these Martial Masters didn't have artifact armor to wear.

"Besides them, there's only the legendary Grandmaster."

Fang Xi's eyes were deep.

"But it doesn't matter. . . I can fly! Even if I can't beat him. . . with a superior-grade artifact in hand, I can kite him to death!"

Yuan He Mountain has five peaks, each with a different landscape and completely different status within the sect.

The 'Snow Soul Peak', resembling a thumb, was where the Yuan He Mountain Sect Master and the main discussion hall were located.

The 'Myriad Bone Peak', like an index finger, was the gathering place for martial artist deacons and Martial Master elders.

As for the two peaks representing the ring and pinky fingers, they were where the disciples and laborers resided.

Finally, there was the 'Thunder Peak', the middle finger!

This peak was the tallest, yet also a forbidden area for Yuan He Mountain disciples, serving as the burial ground for successive Sect Masters and elders.

However, there were also rumors that Yuan He Mountain's sole Grandmaster, a Martial Saint, lived in seclusion on Thunder Peak!

Under the cover of night, Fang Xi brazenly landed on the summit of Thunder Peak.

Because it was a forbidden area, no disciples patrolled it normally.

It was likely that no one in Yuan He Mountain ever imagined an enemy could invade from the sky!

"Nice view!"

Fang Xi stood with his hands behind his back, taking leisurely steps as he wandered freely within this forbidden area of Yuan He Mountain.

At the summit of Thunder Peak, there was a small lake.

At the edge of the lake lay a stretch of white cemetery, with gravestones and burial mounds all white. . . appearing quite peculiar.

"I wonder if the occupants of these tombs brought any martial arts secret manuals, or their beloved gold and silver treasures, or rare curiosities as burial goods. . ."

Fang Xi muttered to himself, suddenly getting an urge to act as a 'tomb raider'.

"Hehe. . . most of our sect's ancestors were poor devils; they didn't have much in the way of burial goods."

Suddenly, a voice emerged from the darkness.

Fang Xi's expression remained unchanged. He secretly clutched a 'Goldenlight Cover Talisman' in his hand, his Profound Iron Sword ready to fly out from his storage bag at any moment.

The 'Goldenlight Cover Talisman' was a mid-grade first-order defensive talisman he had found among his spoils, offering quite decent defense.

At the very least, it could block a single blow from a late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator without any problem.

With these two trump cards, his demeanor was utterly uninhibited and relaxed: "Old Grandmaster of Yuan He Mountain? May I know your name?"

"Haha, no need for formalities. . . I am Linghu Shan!"

A green-robed old man appeared slowly from the moonlight, his hands clasped behind his back.

His head was large, his skin pale, and white hair fell to either side, making him appear quite ancient.

But Fang Xi could sense an incredibly condensed blood-qi from him!

As if he wasn't facing a mortal, but a fierce beast hidden beneath human skin!

At this moment, Linghu Shan had approached Fang Xi, his cloudy eyes sweeping over him before he shook his head. "My sect disciples are unworthy. Our ancestors' good stuff was already dug up by previous Sect Masters. . . even I didn't get much, what a pity. . ."

Fang Xi was somewhat startled. Da Liang generally respected its ancestors and masters.

But the man before him was a ruthless individual who dared to dig up his own ancestors' graves!

Linghu Shan suddenly looked at Fang Xi. "You are. . . the Ghost of Misfortune who caused such a ruckus in Three Yuan City, aren't you? Could it be that this time you're interested in our sect's Grandmaster martial arts?"

Fang Xi's expression remained neutral. "How did you know?"

"Hehe. . . although people say the Ghost of Misfortune is unpredictable, I carefully reviewed the intelligence. . . and found that you were actually after the Huang family's secret manuals, and the Huang family ancestor was only a fourth-step Martial Master back then. . ."

Linghu Shan dug his ear. "Therefore, I guessed you would definitely visit Yuan He Mountain. If you want Martial Master techniques, you certainly wouldn't miss out on Grandmaster ones."

"Precisely. " Fang Xi laughed. "So, will you give them to me?"

"Yes! " Linghu Shan answered seriously.

"If you don't, I'll. . . Hmm? " This unexpected answer made Fang Xi momentarily stunned.

Chapter 55: A Certain Martial Arts Hall (In celebration of Alliance Master 'Cramped Night'! )

Linghu Shan's answer truly stunned Fang Xi.

For any martial arts faction, having their fundamental cultivation method stolen usually meant a life-and-death struggle, right?

Fang Xi had already mentally rehearsed his next moves: a sudden turn of hostility, a confrontation, then soaring into the sky to slowly wear down this Grandmaster with talismans and artifacts. . .

But the outcome. . . the other party wasn't playing by the rules at all!

"Hmm? Why give it?"

Fang Xi directly voiced the doubt in his heart.

"Haha. . . actually, even with the cultivation method, only a very small number can become Grandmasters!"

Linghu Shan's blasé expression turned solemn: "What's truly important will always be the person! It's a martial artist's aptitude, temperament, and perseverance! Unfortunately, even with such martial artists, becoming a Grandmaster. . . still requires a bit of luck in the end! Currently, there are too few Grandmasters in Dingzhou, and demon kings run rampant. If another Grandmaster can emerge, it would naturally be a great boon for humanity! Since you, little brother, think highly of my Yuan He Mountain's cultivation method, this old man naturally wishes to fulfill your desire."

"Since that is the case, then I shall not be modest," Fang Xi replied with a slight smile, utterly shameless.

"The Yuan He Five Thunder Hand is, after all, a Grandmaster's ultimate technique, a fundamental secret transmission of Yuan He Mountain. . . Since this old man has given it to you, it's worth a considerable favor, wouldn't you say? " At this point, Linghu Shan finally revealed his true intentions.

"Hmm, what are your demands? " Fang Xi's heart felt much calmer; this was the rhythm of a normal negotiation.

"Should you, one day, advance to the Grandmaster realm, you may join forces with this old man to slay the Flood Dragon King of Old Dragon Pond!"

As Linghu Shan mentioned this Flood Dragon King, his face showed unreserved hatred: "This Flood Dragon King has ravaged the region; its predations even consumed this old man's last direct blood descendant. . ."

"A Flood Dragon Demon King, then?"

Fang Xi nodded: "Very well. . . I agree."

In any case, if he advanced to the third stage of Body Cultivation, he would eventually seek trouble with these demon beasts himself.

A first-order demon beast that has awakened dragon blood is truly a treasure from head to tail; it absolutely cannot be missed!

"Haha, straightforward!"

Linghu Shan casually tossed a scroll of beast hide into Fang Xi's hand.

This beast hide scroll carried an aura that made even Fang Xi's heart tremble slightly, likely the hide of a late-stage first-order demon beast.

On the front of the beast hide, the magnificent scenery of Yuan He Mountain's five peaks was depicted.

On Lei Ji Peak, in particular, azure lightning constantly swirled.

"The Divine Intent Diagram of the Yuan He Five Thunder Hand?"

Fang Xi merely glanced at it and confirmed it was not fake.

On the back of the Divine Intent Diagram, there were dense, ant-sized characters detailing the cultivation method of the "Yuan He Five Thunder Hand."

Comparing it with Linghu Yang's oral narration, there were no discrepancies whatsoever.

"This old man, he's serious. . ."

Fang Xi had originally thought the other party would tamper with the cultivation method in some way.

After all, if a profound cultivation method had even slight errors or omissions, the after-effects might not become apparent for over a decade and would be difficult to reverse.

"I've given you the secret manual. You are already a three-step Martial Master, with steel bones and iron sinews. Next is the fourth step, where spirit and vigor merge. . . Although my Yuan He Mountain has recorded some secret methods to aid in breakthroughs, they might not have a significant effect."

Linghu Shan's insight was astonishing; he seemed to discern Fang Xi's current realm at a glance: "As for a Grandmaster's 'Heaven-Man Unity'. . . that still depends on each individual's comprehension and fortuitous opportunities! Back in the day, to grasp Heaven-Man Unity, this old man once descended the mountain for twenty years, disguised as a mortal ignorant of martial arts, experiencing the mundane world. . . until finally, one morning, I achieved sudden enlightenment."

He then spoke at length about his insights on breakthroughs, appearing quite sincere.

Fang Xi noted them down one by one, intending to verify them in the future.

The two conversed most pleasantly; Linghu Shan even wished to become sworn brothers with Fang Xi and invite him to be an honored guest elder of Yuan He Mountain.

Fang Xi repeatedly declined several times before finally refusing, then descended Lei Ji Peak alone.

Watching Fang Xi's disappearing figure, Linghu Shan stroked the small beard on his chin, his eyes gradually deepening: "A three-step Martial Master can be so composed in front of this old man; this person must have a trump card. . . What's going on with the Blood Gate? Even this old man couldn't have ascended Lei Ji Peak without causing any alarm. Could it be that all the disciples below are dead? Or have they all been bribed?"

Rather than believing that, he'd sooner believe Yuan He Mountain had another secret passage!

"Forget it, forget it. All in all, it's best not to fight if one can avoid it; let's establish a good connection. . . These young people nowadays are fiercer than the last. That 'Ghost Scourge' clearly intended to seize it if it wasn't given!"

Linghu Shan clasped his hands behind his back and began pondering which courtesan in Three Yuan City had recently 'gone to sea'.

Such was his consistent nature.

Back then, his master, who hated evil like fire, his senior brother, whose temper burned like flames, and his junior brother, who championed justice, all perished. . .

Only he survived to this day, living long enough to become a Grandmaster.

That was all due to forging good connections and avoiding conflict whenever possible.

As for the Yuan He Five Thunder Hand secret manual? Would an unfilial descendant who dared to dig up the graves of his ancestors care about such a thing?

...

"Not having to fight is good too!"

Having descended Lei Ji Peak, Fang Xi used his camouflage clothing and easily slipped out of Yuan He Mountain.

Although the defenses here were strict, to him, it was practically like his own backyard; he could enter and leave as he pleased.

To obtain the cultivation method for the Yuan He Five Thunder Hand and guidance from a Grandmaster, this trip was certainly worthwhile.

As for whether the other party might intentionally set up traps?

Fang Xi didn't care in the slightest.

Because his main cultivation wasn't the Yuan He Five Thunder Hand, but the Hunyuan True Art!

The reason he came to snatch the secret manual was merely to extract its essence and improve his Hunyuan True Art!

Therefore, even if Linghu Shan had some hidden traps in the Grandmaster section, it would at most cause him to take a detour and waste some time, without harming his foundation.

However, if that happened, he would certainly exterminate every single member of Yuan He Mountain!

"This Linghu Shan seems decent; I can definitely go ask for more advice from him in the future. . ."

It wasn't just the Grandmaster martial arts; Fang Xi was still very interested in the various secret techniques Yuan He Mountain had accumulated over the years, such as the method of 'Planting a Demon into the Body'.

Such methods and their experiential heritage were sometimes passed down orally, meaning even if he annihilated Yuan He Mountain, he might not necessarily obtain them.

...

Three Yuan City.

As the capital of Dingzhou, this city was quite vast, divided into an inner city, an outer city, and the outermost expanded area.

Naturally, the closer one was to the inner city, the higher the land prices, and the residents were all high officials and nobles.

The outer city housed merchants of all sizes, martial arts hall masters, and various commercial streets.

The outermost expanded area was home to the largest number of common people.

On this particular day.

In the outer city, within a three-courtyard residence.

"Young Master, look at our courtyard here. Not only is it spacious, but the back rooms are also brand new, with red bricks and green tiles, all just renovated last year. . . And there's even a well!"

An agent was currently showing Fang Xi the house.

Since the cultivation world was quite dangerous, and the chaotic war between various Foundation Establishment forces would continue for some time.

Fang Xi therefore prepared to hide away in Da Liang, taking the opportunity to focus on improving his martial arts.

Even before ascending Yuan He Mountain, he had already consumed all of his Body Cultivation pills, achieving the three-step Martial Master realm of steel bones and iron sinews!

Next, he needed to explore the method of spirit and vigor merging, as well as the most mystical realm of 'Heaven-Man Unity' of the Grandmaster stage.

Thus, he planned to buy a house in Three Yuan City as well, and then try out the "red dust cultivation" Linghu Shan had spoken of.

"But I don't need to imitate his disguise as a mortal. . . The Hunyuan True Art was rudimentary to begin with, so it's a good opportunity to recruit some disciples as guinea pigs. . . Besides, the process of teaching a common person to become a master can serve to inspect whether my own martial arts have any shortcomings."

Fang Xi looked around and was fairly satisfied with the courtyard.

Not only could the front be converted into a small martial arts hall, but the back space was also quite large, enough for his own cultivation.

He immediately said to the agent: "How much to buy it?"

The agent's eyes lit up: "Only nine hundred taels of silver!"

"Cheap, I'll take it!"

Fang Xi knew he was probably being ripped off, but he didn't care in the slightest, agreeing casually.

"Young Master is straightforward, may I ask your esteemed name? This humble one will immediately go prepare the contract! " The agent smiled so wide his teeth were barely visible; this was truly a. . . fat sheep!

"Fang Leng!"

Fang Xi replied with a smile.

After all, the name Fang Xi had some connection to the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall, and he didn't plan to use it in Three Yuan City.

Furthermore, he had even used his True Vigor to slightly alter certain features of his face, creating a disguise.

Coupled with his physical transformation from martial arts breakthroughs, his physique had become even more robust and he had grown taller.

Even if he met Bai He face-to-face, she might not recognize him.

"So it's Young Master Fang Leng. May I ask where you are from, Young Master, and do you have a travel permit or credentials? The yamen will need them for the transfer of ownership. . . " The agent asked with another ingratiating smile.

"Hmm?"

Fang Xi cast a glance over: "This young master wants you to handle this precisely for convenience. If I can't transfer ownership without a permit, then this young master will just find another agent to deal with!"

The reason he was willing to spend more and be ripped off was precisely for convenience, wasn't it?

If this agent couldn't solve his problem, why would he let them earn so much money?

"Yes, you can. Even without a travel permit, this humble one will go handle it right away," the agent said.

The agent instantly perked up and hastily replied, afraid Fang Xi would leave.

How much did it cost to bribe the scribes in the yamen?

What he had already earned from this fat sheep far exceeded that amount.

"That's more like it!"

Fang Xi resumed his persona as a dissolute young master, smiling as he said: "Help this young master out, and you won't miss out on benefits. . . This young master also needs a few servant women for cooking and laundry; go find some, and your commission won't be little."

...

Three days later.

A small "A Certain Martial Arts Hall" quietly opened its doors.

Fang Xi only appeared when the signboard was hung to greet his neighbors and any visitors, and afterward, he didn't do much in terms of promotion or networking.

He didn't even display any profound martial arts.

Consequently, the martial arts hall was deserted from the moment it opened, not a single apprentice showing up.

Fang Xi didn't care much, as it was merely a temporary diversion for him.

Every day, he would sit in his grand armchair, holding a copied book on array formations and restrictions, painstakingly trying to comprehend it.

He even found some local teachers to instruct him in the native methods of calculation.

Fang Xi was determined; with no conditions currently suitable for studying other alchemy, talismans, or artifacts, he had plenty of free time each day.

By merging the arithmetic knowledge from three worlds, he was bound to grasp the intricacies of array formations!

As long as he entered the path of array mastery, even if only at the first-order, he could be considered a skilled artisan in the cultivation world, and his status and income would be entirely different in the future!

Chapter 56: Accepting Disciples (A Congratulation to Alliance Leader Stiff Night! )

Two months later.

Three Yuan City, A Certain Martial Arts Hall.

The interior was still deserted, sparrows could be caught at the door.

Fang Xi didn't care in the slightest.

At this moment, he was lying in a grand tutor's chair, removing the book covering his face, a hint of joy in his eyes: "Ever since I deciphered the Three Talents Array Pattern, I can finally understand a bit of that inherited manual. . ."

Although the bit he understood was only the beginning, Fang Xi still maintained great enthusiasm.

In truth, he knew that even for a great Foundation Establishment cultivator, even with the aid of Divine Consciousness, making progress in the four cultivation arts still depended on one's innate talent and the resources invested later on!

For example, a Foundation Establishment alchemist might quickly refine first-order pills. After investing a large amount of resources, they might even attempt to refine second-order pills, but the input and output might not even break even.

Ultimately, how far one could go still depended on talent!

Not to mention, the path of formations was even more unique.

His own aptitude clearly belonged to the 'thankless task' type.

But. . . what else could he do now?

Since he only had this first-order formation inheritance, he could only bite the bullet and keep studying it.

"Hmph. . . Ha. . ."

On the training ground in the martial arts hall's front yard, it wasn't completely empty.

At this time, there was still a girl in red, practicing her fist techniques against a wooden dummy.

Her physique far surpassed that of her peers, her cheeks were flushed, and while not exquisitely beautiful, she possessed a certain charm.

"Master, how was my performance?"

The girl finished a set of fist techniques and looked at Fang Xi expectantly.

"Excellent, excellent. . . " Fang Xi praised without much sincerity: "To perform this set of 'Primordial Unity Fist' so vividly and impressively, I imagine it won't be long before you can initially grasp your blood-qi and enter the First Transformation level. In the future, refining your True Force and becoming a renowned martial hero of the jianghu will surely be within sight, within sight indeed. . ."

This girl was named Sun Hong Die, the daughter of his next-door neighbor, Old Man Sun.

Previously, she didn't know what madness had possessed her to want to learn martial arts, but the Sun family didn't have enough money for the enrollment fees of those large and small martial arts halls.

Coincidentally, Fang Xi's martial arts hall was right next door, making it convenient for Sun Hong Die to go home, and the fees were also quite cheap.

Thus, both sides hit it off immediately, and Sun Hong Die enrolled in A Certain Martial Arts Hall.

Furthermore. . .

"Hong Die, the firewood at home isn't all chopped yet!"

Suddenly, a man's head poked over the adjacent wall. It was none other than Old Man Sun.

"Oh!"

Sun Hong Die had no choice but to put down her martial arts dream and go back to carry water and chop firewood. . .

By the time she returned, she hadn't even practiced for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.

"Hong Die, it's time to cook. . ."

This time, the head poking out from next door belonged to a woman, Sun Hong Die's mother.

"Oh!"

Hong Die replied, a hint of annoyance already on her face.

She was just about to leave when she suddenly narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Fang Xi like a fox: "Master. . . did you make arrangements with my family? Did you deliberately trick me into practicing martial arts?"

She had long suspected it; this martial arts hall's fees were actually only one-tenth of other martial arts halls, and for her family, they even gave an additional thirty percent discount on top of that!

This was simply too cheap!

"Well. . . no, not at all. You must believe your master."

Fang Xi widened his eyes, seemingly filled with sincerity.

"I believe you a ghost! This 'Primordial Unity Fist' doesn't seem very powerful either. . ."

Sun Hong Die muttered to herself.

At this moment, Old Man Sun from next door chuckled as he walked into the martial arts hall: "Virtuous Nephew Fang Leng, would you like to have a drink tonight? I just chopped up some excellent braised pig's head meat here!"

"Mm, splendid! " Fang Xi put down his book and responded with a smile.

"That's wonderful, then I'll tell my old woman to fry two more dishes!"

Old Man Sun laughed heartily.

In reality, he was very shrewd in his calculations. Although this Fang Leng was an outsider and his martial arts hall had no apprentices, he was rich!

He had inquired and learned that this residence wasn't rented, but bought!

Furthermore, to be able to open a martial arts hall, he must know martial arts and be in good health!

Rich, young, handsome, healthy. . . what was this? This was an excellent son-in-law candidate!

His Hong Die was already fifteen and hadn't married yet; he was practically dying of anxiety.

And this girl was even madly shouting about wanting to practice martial arts. Was being a martial artist something a woman should do?

But in the end, he agreed, not because A Certain Martial Arts Hall's fees were cheap, but because 'the pavilion closest to the water gets the moon first'!

As for the tuition fees? What was given now, wouldn't it be ferociously recouped later? The other party would even have to beg him to take it!

Thinking of this, Old Man Sun couldn't help but smugly stroke his beard.

Sun Hong Die glared at her father, always feeling that he was brewing some conspiracy.

She didn't know that Old Man Sun already intended to bundle up and sell off his 'salted egg' daughter. . .

The braised pig's head meat was fragrant, and the home-brewed yellow wine from Old Zhang's family at the alley entrance was also quite good.

Fang Xi ate quite happily, though Old Man Sun occasionally sending Sun Hong Die over to pick up food and pour wine was a little annoying.

But he didn't care. He was Sun Hong Die's teacher; 'one day as teacher, a lifetime as father'.

It was only proper for a daughter to serve her father a meal, wasn't it?

...

Night.

After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Fang Xi hummed a little tune along the way, about to fumble for his keys to open the martial arts hall's main gate, when he suddenly looked to the side.

In the cold night wind, there seemed to be two dark objects wriggling, like stray dogs.

"Homeless children?"

How astonishing was Fang Xi's eyesight? He immediately saw that the things curled up in the corner in the darkness were not stray cats or dogs, but. . . people!

They were two emaciated children, their clothes tattered and ragged, like little beggars, huddled in the corner to shelter from the wind and find warmth.

"You. . . where are you beggars from?"

Fang Xi walked over and asked the slightly older one.

The older one, with messy hair, raised his head and revealed an ingratiating smile: "Sir. . . we're from the Earth God Temple, but the Earth God Temple is now occupied by some outside beggars. . . Please be kind, give us something to eat. . ."

This slightly older beggar looked like a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, but Fang Xi, observing through his blood-qi, judged him to be around fifteen. This was due to long-term malnutrition.

"Life is tough in the mortal world. . . What's your name? " Fang Xi remembered Zhang Ming Ding and couldn't help but ask.

"Qing. . . Qingsang!"

Qingsang looked at the big man, his eyes filled with pleading.

If they didn't get any food soon, they might starve to death the next day.

However, he watched the other party open the main gate, walk inside, and then. . . bang!

The door slammed shut.

Qingsang lowered his head, the hope in his eyes gradually dissipating. . .

"Big brother. . . I'm hungry!"

The smaller beggar murmured, unsure if he was dazed from hunger or dreaming.

The cold wind persisted.

Who knew how much time had passed.

Thud!

From inside the walled courtyard, a few white, fluffy things were thrown out, landing at their feet.

"These are. . . steamed buns? A'Dai, quick, wake up. . . there are steamed buns to eat."

Qingsang snatched up a steamed bun and crammed it into his mouth. How long had it been since he experienced this sweet and fulfilling sensation?

A'Dai, beside him, also clutched a steamed bun and gnawed desperately, seemingly no longer human, but a beast!

...

The next day.

Early morning.

Fang Xi opened the martial arts hall's main gate and stretched comfortably in the sunlight.

"Si. . . Sir!"

A timid voice sounded beside him.

"Oh? It's you two? Still not leaving?"

Fang Xi's eyes narrowed slightly.

A sheng of rice creates kindness, a dou of rice creates enmity.

If this beggar thought he was easygoing and wanted to get a long-term meal ticket, then. . .

"Thank you, Benefactor, for the meal yesterday!"

Qingsang, bringing A'Dai along, kowtowed twice with loud thuds, then rose and prepared to leave.

Having mingled in the streets for many years, he understood clearly that one could not always rely on others' kindness and charity. . .

"Wait!"

At this moment, Fang Xi suddenly called out to the two: "You've seen it yourselves, I run a martial arts hall. Since fate has brought us together, I'll teach you a move!"

Little beggars out on the street were easily bullied by adult beggars, being young and weak.

Qingsang immediately stopped, his gaze fixed on Fang Xi, shining brightly.

Fang Xi didn't hesitate. He extended his right hand, his five fingers closing into a fist, swung it back, and then fiercely lashed it out!

Bang!

The air let out an explosive crack.

"This 'Moon-Stealing Style' is most suitable for people of short stature. . . When executing it, remember that the force should originate from your feet, extending up to your waist. . ."

He explained a few points carefully.

This was not some Blood-Qi Martial Art, merely a few supplementary small techniques.

Even if mastered, it wouldn't allow one to enter the First Blood-Qi Transformation, and could instead potentially damage one's own body.

It was akin to a 'killing move'!

However. . . one had to admit it was extremely effective! As long as one mastered it, it might not work against experts, but against those who didn't know martial arts, it would nab them with absolute certainty!

Especially this 'Moon-Stealing Style', when unleashed by children, it specifically attacked the lower body, and a moment's inattention could lead to the risk of one's manhood being crushed. . .

If it were used in a proper martial arts competition, the audience would surely curse the user to high heavens.

But what did beggars care about such things?

As for damaging their bodies? If they couldn't get food, Qingsang and his companion might very well starve to death in a few days. . .

Compared to immediate death, future damage was utterly insignificant.

"Alright, be off!"

After teaching the two beggars, Fang Xi directly returned to his martial arts hall.

This time, it was nothing more than a sudden whim, a casual act.

He also wanted to see what kind of future the seeds he had now sown would become.

Back in the martial arts hall, he spread out white paper in his quiet room, held a brush, and began practicing calligraphy!

Yes, that's right, practicing calligraphy!

According to the secrets passed down by Linghu Shan and found in the Yuan He Five Thunder Hand manual, the fourth step of a martial master, the Spirit and Strength Conjunction, mainly relied on comprehension.

But there was also a secret method to speed up progress.

Yuan He Mountain's secret method was—practicing calligraphy!

Through continuous writing, adjusting the true strength in one's wrist and fingers, combining it with the brush, one strove to make every written character possess both form and spirit!

According to Linghu Shan, he himself had once, while drunk, spontaneously splashed ink, copied an ancient scholar's prose-poem, and then broke through on the spot. . .

"Spirit and strength conjoin, hand and force unite, finally landing on paper. . ."

Fang Xi looked at the character'yong'he had written, frowning. It was severely crooked and wobbly.

But there was no helping it. When putting brush to paper, one also had to control the true strength in their wrist to operate according to a special pattern, which was inherently a very troublesome task.

It was like asking an ordinary person to write with dozens of jin of stone tied to their arm; being able to write anything at all would be impressive.

"It seems. . . I still need to accumulate more."

Fang Xi thought, feeling a hint of helplessness.

Chapter 57: Getting Married (Celebrating Pipa Yinli Jiaoshuren's Alliance Master! )

Another month passed.

On this day,

Fang Xi looked at the calligraphy he had copied, finding each stroke imbued with both spirit and form, perfectly rounded and flawless, as if about to emit a brilliant glow.

"Spirit merging with power. . . accomplished!"

At this moment, Fang Xi felt the circulation of his True Power within his body flow perfectly, even beneath his skin, with an urge to burst forth. . . yet it remained only an urge.

"It's said that the True Vigor of a Martial God can be externally manifested; perhaps it's true. . ."

Spirit merging with power signifies the pinnacle of True Power circulation!

As for a Grandmaster, it's the transformation of True Power into True Vigor!

True Vigor not only vastly increases destructive and defensive capabilities, but can even move independently of the body!

After achieving this step, Fang Xi was already a four-step Martial Master, reaching the peak of this realm.

Next, he would embark on the path of Heaven and Man merging into one, in anticipation of advancing to Grandmaster!

"What a pity. . . Yuan He Mountain still has some experience with four-step Martial Masters, but as for breaking through to Grandmaster. . . Linghu Shan also lacks the relevant secret methods. . . otherwise, he wouldn't have been trapped for twenty years!"

After finishing his calligraphy, Fang Xi felt pleased and went to the training grounds.

At this moment, the training grounds still held only Sun Hongdie.

Over the past month, a few disciples had come sporadically to apprentice, but quickly ran off. . .

"Master. . . when will I be able to grasp my blood-qi and enter the Blood-Qi Transformation realm?"

Sun Hongdie's gaze was filled with resentment upon seeing Fang Xi arrive.

Every time, Master would say she was innately gifted, and entering the Blood-Qi Transformation realm would be but an instant, but now. . . several months had passed, and she still hadn't even started.

"Soon, very soon."

Fang Xi smiled faintly, "No need to rush. . ."

In truth, Sun Hongdie's martial arts aptitude was even worse than he'd anticipated.

Moreover, this apprentice was distracted by numerous household chores every day, unable to calm her heart to practice martial arts. It would be a ghost's chance for her to achieve anything!

All his previous praises were merely to humor a child.

Watching Sun Hongdie's face puff up like a steamed bun in anger, Fang Xi laughed rather ungraciously.

'Alas, only now do I feel like a youth again. . . '

Thinking of his eighteenth birthday, which had quietly passed not long ago, Fang Xi couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

After arriving in the Da Liang world, he had been busy cultivating and breaking through, so he hadn't even had time to celebrate such an important day.

Perhaps it was a case of 'once you've seen the vast ocean, other waters are but streams'.

'I wonder how the war at Green Bamboo Mountain is progressing? Has the Situ Clan fallen? '

Another thought flashed through his mind, but Fang Xi had not the slightest interest in the Situ Clan's fate.

It was undoubtedly a time of great chaos, and the mere means of a second-level Body Cultivation were far from safe.

He should just lie low during this dangerous period, at least wait a year or two, and then go back to gauge the situation. . .

What made Fang Xi somewhat melancholic was that after consuming that bottle of Wood Origin Pills, his magical power's progress had virtually stagnated.

After all, the spiritual energy in the Da Liang world was extremely sparse.

To make progress, he would have to switch to absorbing spiritual energy from within spirit stones during cultivation.

But this approach was truly too extravagant. After all, spirit stones were mostly emergency items used by cultivators during breakthroughs or to restore magical power in combat.

Thus, Fang Xi restrained his impulse, circulating his cultivation technique once each day before moving on to other matters.

'The Evergreen Chant, at its fourth-layer peak, is just mediocre. . . '

'The current key is still to break through and become a True Vigor Martial God! '

'Furthermore, monster meat spoils easily, but their hides and bones don't. . . If I gather more, transporting them to the South Barrens Cultivation World in the future would definitely be a huge fortune! '

After all, the State of Yue was a cultivation country already thoroughly developed, with a dense population, sparse primeval forests, and naturally, even fewer monsters.

Sometimes, if a monster suddenly appeared, it might very well be surrounded and killed by cultivators from all directions!

As monsters became scarcer, the price of monster resources steadily rose.

This was an opportunity to earn spirit stones!

'The Monster Hunting Guild, and Yuan He Mountain. . . That old man Linghu Shan definitely has good stuff on hand! '

Fang Xi immediately made up his mind to visit Elder Brother Linghu more often in the future, to chat and 'borrow' some resources.

...

"Master, those two beggars are here again!"

Half an hour later, Sun Hongdie, who had been called home for dinner, saw the small string of copper coins placed at the entrance, immediately picked them up, and scurried back to hand them to Fang Xi.

She was referring to Qingsang and Ah Dai.

Ever since ten days ago, those two little fellows had occasionally appeared near the martial arts hall, dropping off a few things before leaving.

"It seems they're doing quite well."

Fang Xi sat on his grand armchair, took a sip of tea from his Zisha teapot, and instructed Sun Hongdie, "Call them in!"

Sun Hongdie bounced out.

Not long after, the two little beggars walked in.

Though their clothes were still tattered, their complexions had improved significantly. Upon seeing Fang Xi, they immediately knelt and kowtowed, "Qingsang (Ah Dai) greets the Hall Master!"

"You two still know how to repay kindness. Not bad. . ."

Fang Xi was rather pleased. To obtain food and money so quickly meant they must have learned that move, 'Moon-Stealing Style'.

This move, when suddenly unleashed, even when performed by a child, might not be parried by a Blood-Qi Transformation martial artist. It was certainly enough to deal with ordinary people.

He hadn't expected that casually saving two children and teaching them a little something would reveal such decent talent.

"Now. . . take off your shirts! " Fang Xi instructed.

Qingsang froze for a moment, then he and Ah Dai stripped off their tattered shirts.

Their bodies were covered in filth, festering sores, and scars. . .

Ignoring the rest, his gaze settled on their arms, shoulders, and palms.

One could see that Qingsang's shoulder had a large injury, likely caused by the strenuous practice of the 'Moon-Stealing Style'.

Ah Dai's shoulder, however, showed no injury at all, but he caught Fang Xi's attention.

"Not bad, not bad. . ."

Looking at Ah Dai, "Not only did you master the Moon-Stealing Style, you even incorporated some of your own flair, not rigidly practicing it like this simpleton next to you. . ."

Ah Dai's expression was muddled; he didn't seem to understand what was said.

Qingsang, however, had his mouth half-open, somewhat incredulous.

But he quickly recalled that he had learned 'martial arts,' practicing like his life depended on it every day, yet his first attempt hadn't even succeeded. If Ah Dai hadn't stepped in at that time, he might have been beaten to death by that enraged old beggar!

Now it seemed Ah Dai's talent was even greater than his?

Fang Xi, on the other hand, had some ideas.

He indeed needed to cultivate a few people as test subjects, to practice his Primal Chaos True Art.

After all, this cultivation method was merely his initial creation; there might indeed be some issues within it.

Finding and correcting flaws in the cultivation method might also help him become a Grandmaster!

"Very well. From today onward, you two are apprentices of the 'Youjian Martial Arts Hall'. The things you brought before will serve as your tuition. Starting today, come practice martial arts for two hours daily. . . Perhaps one day, you'll become true experts."

Fang Xi chuckled, his figure suddenly appearing in the center of the training grounds.

Sun Hongdie was startled. She had been watching Fang Xi the entire time and hadn't noticed how he'd moved.

'I never thought Master was actually an expert? '

Her eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

Fang Xi, however, ignored her and began to demonstrate the Primal Chaos Fist Art.

This was the introductory chapter of his 'Primal Chaos True Art,' adapted by him to accelerate the condensation of blood-qi and then break through to True Force!

"My Primal Chaos Fist Art has a chant—Body like a bow, legs like a pine, fist like the wind, intent like the void!"

Fang Xi demonstrated the fist and foot techniques, move by move: "If you want to practice martial arts, you must put in hard work! Don't look at my youth; this level of cultivation, I've already practiced for over twenty years!"

Thus admonished the young man who had just celebrated his eighteenth birthday.

Bang!

As he spoke, Fang Xi had already arrived before the wooden stake and punched it.

Wham!

The wooden stake shattered instantly, transforming into a shower of wood splinters flying everywhere.

"Whoa! Ptui, ptui, ptui. . ."

Sun Hongdie was about to say something when she found her mouth full of wood splinters and dust, and couldn't help but ungracefully spit them out.

Qingsang and Ah Dai, on the other hand, both had sparkling eyes.

"Alright, I've demonstrated the four major stances of the Primal Chaos Fist Art once. Now, let me see you learn them."

Fang Xi sat back on his grand armchair and said in a deep voice.

"Please guide us, Master!"

Qingsang immediately stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and then sharply pulled into a stance.

"This person. . ."

Sun Hongdie was astonished. Although she could see many omissions and errors in Qingsang's moves, he at least stumbled through the entire set.

Back then. . . she had to have Master break down and teach her each movement, one by one. How many days did it take her to learn the entire set of stances? Was it ten days? Or half a month?

After Qingsang stepped down, Fang Xi said a few words to Ah Dai. The seemingly muddle-headed Ah Dai then came into the training ground and took up his fist stance.

This time, Sun Hongdie no longer wanted to speak.

Because although Ah Dai appeared dull, he meticulously performed the entire set of fist techniques, to the point where even she couldn't find a single error!

"A genius. . . a true martial arts genius!"

Sun Hongdie murmured to herself.

Immediately, she cast a resentful gaze at Fang Xi.

Clearly, Fang Xi's earlier set of deceptive words had finally been exposed. . .

"Very good, Ah Dai, your four major stances are well-executed. Qingsang, from now on, you'll learn your fist techniques from Ah Dai, and continue practicing strength with your Senior Sister Sun Hongdie by hitting the wooden stake!"

Fang Xi, however, wasn't particularly surprised.

No matter how good Ah Dai's talent was, it was only comparable to Linghu Yang. Perhaps Linghu Shan would be overjoyed to see it, but to Fang Xi, it was nothing special. . .

Even if he possessed a spiritual root, or even an Earth-grade or Heaven-grade spiritual root, what then?

In any case, he wouldn't teach him cultivation, nor would he take him to the South Barrens Cultivation World.

So. . . it's all the same; they're merely lab rats for cultivation.

"Master. . ."

Sun Hongdie's eyes were red, her voice thick with a sob, "Tell me the truth. . . am I truly untalented?"

She had practiced for so long; even an ordinary person should have grasped their blood-qi by now.

"Uh. . ."

Fang Xi thought for a moment, then said, "Your mom called you home for dinner. . ."

She had just been called home for dinner earlier, and now a long time had passed.

"Master, don't avoid the question! " Sun Hongdie said, puffing out her cheeks.

"Alas, foolish apprentice. . . " Fang Xi sighed, his gaze filled with pity, and finally spoke the truth, "How about. . . you just go home and get married?"

Chapter 58: The Grandmaster Society (Congratulations to the Alliance Master of Pixiaoyuan School Scholar! )

Spring passed and autumn arrived.

In the blink of an eye, another year had passed.

Fang Xi drank a cup of wine, silently celebrating his nineteenth birthday.

'South Barrens. . . I wonder how it is? '

He had randomly chosen a place to cross over to initially, so theoretically, crossing back shouldn't pose much danger.

But Fang Xi still decided to wait until he became a Grandmaster before returning to check.

After all, cultivators' concept of time was different from that of ordinary people.

A war could potentially last for decades, even centuries.

The vicinity of Green Bamboo Mountain must be chaotic now, so he should endure for a bit longer.

Martial arts cultivation had reached the level of a Fourth-Step Martial Master; next was 'Divine Integration with Heaven and Earth,' which emphasized sudden enlightenment and, ironically, had no requirements for external environment or resources.

However, what Fang Xi feared was precisely this lack of requirements!

Otherwise, he might very well be able to directly break through with spirit pills and miraculous medicines!

"It's not that there's no way. . . Rumor has it that at Green Bamboo Mountain's auction, a 'Spirit Awakening Pill' was once put up for bid, which could temporarily increase a cultivator's comprehension. . . It ultimately fetched a high price of several hundred spirit stones."

"If I had one, perhaps it could accelerate my comprehension of 'Heaven-Man Unity'?"

"Alas, even if I had spirit stones, I might not be able to buy it."

Fang Xi sighed, then tidied up a wolf hide on the table.

This was a wolf hide he had acquired for a hefty sum in Three Yuan City! A demon wolf's hide!

Besides the wolf hide, there was also a wolf tooth necklace, which he had received as an extra and pocketed.

These items. . . they were all spirit stones for the South Barrens in the future!

It was just a pity that with the identity of Fang Leng, collecting a small amount of demon beast materials could be passed off as a personal hobby, but buying them in large quantities would be too conspicuous.

What's more, the largest channel for demon beast materials in Three Yuan City was still the Demon Hunting Guild!

'Sooner or later, everything will belong to the Fang clan! '

'No rush for now. '

Fang Xi put away the demon wolf hide and went to the training ground.

Sun Hongdie had long since been discouraged by him and gone home to marry; at this moment, there were only a handful of people in the training ground, all students he had taken on later.

"Master!"

Qingsang, who had been promoted to Eldest Senior Brother, had started practicing martial arts again thanks to an abundance of food. In the past year, he had shot up in height and already looked somewhat like a miniature adult.

Especially after he had subdued the beggars on an entire street, he had reclaimed the territory of that street from the original beggar gang and gathered many smaller beggars. Not only did they beg regularly, but they also monopolized businesses like collecting and selling vegetables, and emptying night soil. While it couldn't be said that they made a fortune daily, they were far above the average commoner class, and now he was renting a house near the martial hall.

"Hmm. . . already at Blood-Qi Transformation? Not bad, not bad!"

Fang Xi glanced at him and knew that Qingsang's martial arts realm had broken through again.

"This is all thanks to Master's daily guidance!"

Qingsang smiled humbly: "I'm far from comparable to A'Dai. . . He condensed True Force a month ago. For this year's Martial Alliance's selection of the Eight Prodigies, I think Junior Brother is very likely to be chosen. If so, Master's martial hall will become famous in one stroke."

The Martial Alliance was indeed a martial hall alliance. As for the 'New Talent Selection,' Fang Xi had never cared for it.

However, what surprised him somewhat was that among the new talents this time, there was actually one, Zhang Ming Ding from the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall!

As a beggar child back then, he was adopted by Zhang Jun Ming, and now that he had achieved so much, Zhang Jun Ming's spirit in heaven must also feel comforted.

"Oh right. . . where's A'Dai?"

Fang Xi scanned the area, didn't see A'Dai, and asked with some curiosity.

"Someone is causing trouble at the street corner. Junior Brother A'Dai has a righteous and courageous nature, so he's already gone to handle it," Qingsang calmly replied. "It's the Black Tiger Gang bullying merchants and demanding more monthly fees. . ."

"So that's how it is."

Fang Xi understood.

In the past two years, the gang forces in Three Yuan City had actually been very chaotic, undergoing several major reshuffles.

And the reason for it, surprisingly, was partly his fault!

Because the Huang Family had fallen!

As one of the Four Great Clans, the Huang Family rapidly declined after its strongest expert was beaten to death by Fang Xi and its ancestral home was turned upside down.

Within a few months, it was even discovered that their entire clan had been annihilated, with not a single survivor!

The remaining three great clans and other forces silently divided up the benefits that the Huang Family had originally held.

After the colossal Huang Family fell, those at the top naturally took the lion's share, while the small fry below fiercely fought over scraps.

This caused a certain degree of chaos, and gang vendettas were particularly fierce during that period, though it had little to do with ordinary people.

Not long after, a youth in green robes walked in from outside the martial hall.

He still had unremarkable features, dull eyes, and a rather simple, foolish appearance.

"Senior Brother Qingmu!"

"Hello, Senior Brother Qingmu!"

But the martial hall apprentices dared not be negligent and bowed one after another.

Ah, A'Dai's formal name was Qingmu, a name given by Fang Xi, and then A'Dai adopted Qingsang's surname.

But Qingsang and Fang Xi still preferred to call him A'Dai.

"Master, Big Brother. . . it's settled."

Qingmu came before Fang Xi, first bowed, then spoke to Qingsang.

He was now at the Martial Hall Master realm; in other cities, he could even open a martial hall to swindle people, no, to establish his own sect.

"Hmm, good that it's settled. Eh? "

Fang Xi stepped forward and felt Qingmu's arm: "Your blood-qi accumulation is incredibly fast. . . even the True Force realm can't hold you back, excellent, excellent. . ."

He nodded repeatedly, greatly pleased.

After all, that 'Primordial Chaos Divine Intention Chart' was something he had casually drawn, but Qingmu was actually able to break through to True Force with it, which meant his path was correct!

If the other party could continue along the path of the 'Primordial Chaos True Art' all the way to condensing True Vigor, then it would prove that this 'Primordial Chaos True Art' had a solid foundation with no significant flaws.

"It's a pity. . . this master is also merely at the True Force realm. . . but how about this, come over tonight, this master has some insights and experiences he wishes to discuss with you."

Fang Xi currently publicly claimed to be a Martial Hall Master also at the True Force realm.

After all, even within the Martial Alliance, those who could break through to become True Vigor Martial Masters were extremely rare.

Naturally, Fang Xi wouldn't seek such attention.

"Master saying this, does it mean our 'Primordial Chaos True Art' has the potential to advance to Martial Master?"

Qingsang's eyes lit up, and he quickly pressed down on Qingmu's head: "Quick, thank Master!"

After all, that was a Martial Master!

Although Three Yuan City was the provincial capital of Dingzhou, the major powers had always strictly blockaded high-level martial arts and secret techniques.

Martial Masters were truly the upper echelon.

Therefore, how precious was a cultivation method that could potentially be cultivated to the Martial Master realm? At least Qingsang couldn't even imagine it.

"Oh, thank you, Master."

Compared to Qingsang, Qingmu remained simple-minded and foolish, only remembering to thank after his head was pressed down.

...

Yuan He Mountain.

Thunder Peak.

Linghu Shan was half-reclining on a lounge chair, a massive copper hotpot before him.

Charcoal carved into various beast shapes burst with flames, happily licking the bottom of the pot, making the milky-white soup within boil.

On the surrounding porcelain plates, beef, mutton, and various vegetables were piled high.

Next to it was also an ice-sculpted crystal basin, filled with various iced fruits, very pleasing to the eye, and simultaneously whetting one's appetite.

"Linghu Shan!"

Fang Xi walked over and casually tossed a huge yellow-skinned gourd.

"Hmm?"

Linghu Shan took it, pulled open the gourd stopper, and gulped down a large mouthful with a gurgle. Only then did he sigh contentedly: "Good wine. . ."

Fang Xi sat before the hotpot, picked up his chopsticks to add meat, while mumbling: "I keep feeling like you're trying to trick me? That 'Red Dust Refining Heart' for Grandmasters, I feel it has no effect whatsoever. . ."

"Haha, little friend is too impatient, it's only been a few years. . . This Spirit Monkey Wine is good, bring more next time!"

Linghu Shan drank large gulps of wine and ate big chunks of meat, his mouth full of food and drink, speaking in a muffled voice: "Even if little friend is exceptionally talented, breaking through to Grandmaster still requires waiting for an opportunity. . . In fact, if little friend breaks through within ten years, I'm afraid his martial arts talent would rank first in Dingzhou within a century, and even those old fellows from the 'Grandmaster Society' would be startled."

"Grandmaster Society? What kind of organization is that? " Fang Xi grew interested.

Chatting with Linghu Shan always allowed him to learn some insider information, which was one of the reasons he sought Linghu Shan out from time to time.

"The Grandmaster Society, ah. . . That's a mysterious organization spread throughout Da Liang. The requirement to join is to be a True Vigor Martial Grandmaster. It's said to be for exploring realms beyond Martial Grandmaster. . . " Linghu Shan fell into a certain mood.

"Beyond Martial Grandmaster? !"

Fang Xi's heart stirred: "So, have they found it?"

"Unfortunately, no, Grandmaster is the limit for martial artists. " Linghu Shan shook his head regretfully.

"That's truly a pity."

Fang Xi felt a slight regret.

He had originally thought that this world might have body cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage, but he hadn't expected that True Vigor Martial Grandmaster was already the limit!

"The Grandmaster Society is an organization formed by a group of unwilling people. They believe that beyond Martial Grandmaster, there must be other realms, so they began researching demons. . . Especially the immortality and cursed power characteristics of demons were regarded as new hope, leading to many horrific experiments, but none had any further results. . . " Linghu Shan sighed.

"Researching. . . demons? " Fang Xi suddenly sneered: "Speaking of horrific, your Yuan He Mountain's 'Seed Demon into Body' technique isn't far behind. Or rather. . . did you obtain this secret art from the Grandmaster Society?"

"Haha, the Grandmaster Society is just a loose organization. This old man did indeed join it in his youth, in a personal capacity."

Linghu Shan did not deny it.

"Looking at it this way. . . when I become a Grandmaster in the future, I'll also go take a look at the Grandmaster Society."

Fang Xi made up his mind.

After eating and drinking his fill, he stood up: "Linghu Shan, let's fight a round!"

Even though he was only a Fourth-Step Martial Master now, by sparring with a Martial Grandmaster, he might be able to gain some insight into the workings of True Vigor and take the first step towards transforming True Force into True Vigor!

"Still want to fight?"

Linghu Shan glared, then lay back down directly: "No fighting, no fighting. . . That light barrier secret art you use for protection is too shameless. You're only allowed to hit me, but I'm not allowed to hit you, it's no fun at all. . ."

To be honest, he was indeed quite curious about this Ghost-Feared Fang Leng's secret art.

Unfortunately, the other party simply kept it tightly concealed, not giving him a chance to observe.

'Could it be some secret art that imitates demons? '

Linghu Shan had some conjectures in his heart, and immediately changed the subject: "Actually, whether it's wandering through the mundane world or taking the path of life-and-death struggle to break through, the most crucial point is to recognize your own heart. This is the starting point for a Grandmaster!"

"The Heart of a Grandmaster? My heart? " Fang Xi was startled.

Chapter 59: Persuasion (A Celebration for Alliance Master Pi Pa Yin Li Jiao Shu Ren! )

“My heart. . . ”

After descending Yuan He Mountain, Fang Xi employed his movement technique and hastened towards Three Yuan City.

As he traveled, he pondered his previous confrontation with Linghu Shan.

No, rather than a confrontation, it was more like a one-sided domination.

The True Vigor Martial Saint's power was all-encompassing, practically overwhelming him, and the externalized True Vigor was extremely sharp.

Several times, Fang Xi almost couldn't resist unleashing his artifact to directly cut down that old geezer!

The crucial point was that even after the fight, he was still completely clueless about how to condense True Vigor and break through to the Grandmaster realm.

Upon entering Three Yuan City, Fang Xi was about to return to the Have-A-Martial-Arts-Hall.

Suddenly, a thought stirred within him. He found a secluded spot, and when he emerged, he had shed Fang Leng's disguise, restoring his original appearance as Fang Xi.

...

Somewhere in the outer city district.

Outside a small martial arts hall, two rows of willows swayed in the wind.

The martial arts hall's signboard, however, was remarkably new, emblazoned with the large characters 'White Cloud Martial Arts Hall', with cloud patterns along its edges.

On the training ground.

Zhang Minting's expression was resolute as he boiled toxic liquid in an iron pot, training his palms.

Through Fang Xi's introduction, he had apprenticed himself to Mu Cang Long of the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall, becoming Mu Piao Miao's junior martial brother.

Currently, he was diligently practicing the White Cloud Palm, having even reached the Dark Cloud Layer!

He was just a hair's breadth away from the Black Cloud Layer of a True Force Martial Artist.

“Good! ”

Mu Cang Long stood nearby, sipping tea from his beloved purple clay pot, nodding repeatedly. "Among the eighteen rising stars in Three Yuan City right now, only two or three can truly suppress you. . . This year's Martial Alliance 'Eight Steeds' selection, Minting, you have a lot of hope. . . cough, cough. . ."

“Father, your health isn't fully recovered yet, don't run around. ”

Mu Piao Miao quickly came to support him. Her father had nearly died in Black Stone City back then, and though he fortunately received a spirit pill from Fang Xi to save his life, the residual toxins were not fully purged. His health hadn't been good lately, and many doctors proved useless.

Mu Cang Long's current joy was likely from seeing that the martial arts hall finally had a successor, wasn't it?

These few people did not notice a pair of eyes silently watching them from atop the wall.

“Mu Cang Long won't live much longer. . . ”

Fang Xi sighed inwardly, his sleeve fluttering as he entered the martial arts hall.

His movement technique was astonishingly light; none of the disciples coming and going could detect him.

And inside a high-quality side room, Bai He was embroidering a piece of clothing. Judging by the dense, meticulous stitches, she was clearly putting a lot of heart into it.

“Young Master. . . ”

As she embroidered, Bai He gazed at the clothing, seemingly lost in thought.

“Sigh. . . ”

Fang Xi sighed, yet did not enter. Instead, he departed.

He had come this time simply to follow his inner impulse, to check on the people of the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall.

Seeing that they were doing well, he felt at ease.

“My heart. . . my Grandmaster's heart. . . it is to grow stronger! Stronger! ! ”

“This isn't the South Barrens Cultivation World; as long as my strength is sufficient, strong enough. . . it will be enough to suppress everything! ”

“Even if I break through to Grandmaster, I'll become much less scrupulous. . . I won't need to hide or specifically conceal my identity. ”

Fang Xi's expression gradually solidified. “Unrestrained freedom. . . built upon strength. Is this. . . my martial dao heart? ! ”

...

Three Yuan City naturally also had a black market.

Moreover, its scale was considerably larger than that of Black Stone City.

At the end of a commercial street in the inner city, if introduced by a familiar customer, one could pass through several camouflaged walls to enter another bustling street.

“So this is Three Yuan City's black market? ”

Fang Xi walked through the black market, his gaze sweeping over weapons, secret techniques, precious medicines rarely seen outside. . . Anything that appeared in the black market almost always had a somewhat dubious origin.

And there were many fakes too!

He knew about this black market and had bought some demon beast materials here before.

However, he hadn't come to buy anything today.

After walking past several small stalls, Fang Xi arrived before a building.

“Thousand Gold Pavilion? ”

Gazing at the signboard, Fang Xi let out a soft chuckle. "Isn't it more like 'Thousand Jin Pavilion'?"

He immediately walked inside.

“What can I get for you, honored guest? ” a young waiter greeted him, asking with a face full of smiles.

“I'm looking for someone! Is Han Pang Zi around? ”

Fang Xi glanced left and right, noticing it was a butcher shop.

Without his Taisui, Han Pang Zi had still returned to his old trade, truly not forgetting his roots.

“Shopkeeper Han? I'll go inform him right away! ”

The waiter was startled. Seeing Fang Xi speak with such certainty, he assumed they were acquainted and quickly went inside to report.

Not long after, he reemerged and invited Fang Xi into the back room.

“Brother Fang. . . Old Han has missed you terribly! ”

Inside the back room was indeed a mountain of flesh.

Han Pang Zi sat on the floor, surrounded by many large basins filled with roasted chickens, roasted ducks, suckling pigs. . . various aromatic meats piled up like small mountains, which he casually tossed into his mouth.

Seeing Fang Xi enter, he immediately dropped the chicken leg in his hand and greeted him warmly.

“Han Pang Zi, you're even fatter than before! ”

Fang Xi, seeing Han Pang Zi's weight surpass his former self, couldn't help but retort.

Speaking of which, this was the first time he had seen Han Pang Zi since arriving in Three Yuan City.

Han Pang Zi waved his hand, and the waiter immediately retreated from the room. He then turned to Fang Xi, his expression solemn:

“Brother Fang, coming to the black market this time, you must have something you need Old Han to do. Through mountains of daggers or into cauldrons of boiling oil, just say the word! ”

“No need for you to sacrifice your thousand jin of fat. ” Fang Xi shook his head. “I merely want to ask you to keep an eye out for demon beast materials in the black market for me. I'll purchase them at a high price. . . ”

As he spoke, he directly tossed out a pouch, heavy and full of gold.

“Demon beast materials? No problem. . . Although such things are rare, they always appear periodically! ” Han Pang Zi took the pouch, his smile becoming even more sincere. “However, Brother Fang, after our parting that day, I wonder where you went? ”

“Just wandering around. . . Once you receive the materials, store them here, and I'll come collect them every so often. ”

Fang Xi gave his instructions and prepared to leave.

“Wait, Brother Fang. . . ” Han Pang Zi called out, stopping Fang Xi. “Brother Fang, do you know. . . the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall has run into trouble recently? ”

“Oh? ” Fang Xi truly hadn't known, and immediately halted. “I'd like to hear the details. . . ”

“It's still matters within the Martial Alliance. Ever since the Huang family was annihilated, their secretly controlled 'Flying Rainbow Martial Arts Hall' and 'Yellow Jade Martial Arts Hall' have successively run into problems, their influence greatly diminished, forcing them to withdraw from the core circle of the Martial Alliance. Coincidentally, in the past two years, several smaller martial arts halls have risen abruptly. . . The struggle for power has stemmed from this! And it just so happens to coincide with the recent 'Eight Steeds' selection, in which Zhang Minting of the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall has also become embroiled. . . ”

Han Pang Zi swiftly relayed the intelligence.

“It seems. . . some people don't want smaller martial arts halls to gain fame and then rise? ” Fang Xi's gaze darkened.

How is this merely Zhang Minting's affair?

His own Have-A-Martial-Arts-Hall would likely be even harder to escape!

‘Hmph, I'm afraid those people still don't know the might of Ghost-Fears-Sorrow Fang Leng! ’

Fang Xi muttered to himself, then asked, “Which families are they? ”

“Old Master Ximen of the Gale Martial Arts Hall, who was once known as the Martial Alliance's top expert, but had always been suppressed by the Huang family. Now, he harbors quite the ambition to integrate the Martial Alliance. . . ”

Han Pang Zi immediately replied.

“Many thanks. ”

Fang Xi cupped his fist and turned to leave.

Of course, he wouldn't simply believe their words, but a quick investigation back home would reveal the truth.

Watching Fang Xi's retreating figure, Han Pang Zi immediately called for the waiter. “I remember. . . the Ximen family secretly lends out money at interest, right? Quickly send a few more people to borrow, don't be afraid of high interest rates. . . Wait! ”

Seeing the waiter agree and about to exit, Han Pang Zi called out again, “Forget it, let's drop this matter! ”

He still held an inexplicable apprehension towards Fang Xi.

Even for something as easy as going with the flow, as long as there was a possibility of displeasing Fang Xi, he tried his best to avoid it. . .

...

“Gale Martial Arts Hall, Ximen family? ”

After leaving the black market, Fang Xi pondered for a moment. He didn't directly transform into Ghost-Fears-Sorrow and go to kill someone.

Otherwise, tomorrow the streets and alleys of Three Yuan City would again be filled with rumors of the Ximen family being tragically annihilated because they stepped out their door with their left foot first.

‘Seriously, would anyone believe such a thing? Unless it could be proven that Ghost-Fears-Sorrow was insane. . . ’

‘If I were to act like a normal person as Linghu Shan suggested, wouldn't I just be letting myself be slaughtered at this moment? How stifling would that be! ’

‘His path of 'Mortal Realm Heart Refining' is not my path! ’

‘My heart. . . my heart. . . ’

Pondering all the way, Fang Xi entered a dark alley.

When he emerged again, he was no longer Fang Xi, but had assumed Fang Leng's appearance!

...

Have-A-Martial-Arts-Hall.

Qingsang walked out from within, a gentle smile on his face, preparing to return to his residence.

Thwack!

The next moment, a pebble shot out and was caught in his hand. “Who's there? ”

A figure flashed and vanished.

Qingsang immediately gave chase.

The two, one pursuing and one fleeing, quickly arrived in an deserted alley.

“Qingsang. . . watching Qingmu surpass you day by day, you must feel uncomfortable, right? ”

The figure turned around. He wore a mask over his head, revealing only a pair of eyes.

“Hmph, boring tricks! ”

Qingsang assumed a boxing stance.

He and Qingmu shared a life-and-death bond!

“Heh heh. . . your master has never truly valued you. What he values is only Qingmu. . . One day, he will hand everything over to Qingmu, not you! ”

The masked man chuckled, “And. . . the Have-A-Martial-Arts-Hall is about to face a great disaster, do you know that? ”

“Haha. . . empty threats, you think that'll scare me? When this young master was fighting for his life with stray dogs by the roadside, you probably didn't even know where you were! ”

Qingsang roared in anger and unleashed a punch.

He had diligently practiced the Primordial True Art for many years, and his cultivation could be considered profound. He was able to gather most of his body's strength into a single punch, its power astonishing!

But the next moment, the masked man merely flickered, dodging his punch, his movements ghost-like!

His punch missing its mark, Qingsang instantly felt a sharp pain in his back. He stumbled forward, collapsing onto the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

“A True Force Martial Artist? ”

He stared at the masked man, somewhat incredulous.

Since when did the Martial Hall Master realm become so common?

“Heh heh. . . I'm merely a vanguard. Behind me, there are true Martial Master Lords. . . And your Have-A-Martial-Arts-Hall only has two martial artists. . . ”

The masked man said indifferently, “Whether you die with the martial arts hall or carve out a path to survival, that choice is yours! ”

Chapter 60: The Arena (Congratulations to Alliance Master Satan under the Moonlight! )

Three Yuan City, eighth day of the eighth month.

The Martial Alliance held a grand assembly, with numerous martial arts hall masters gathered in one place.

"Good to see you, Elder Brother Zhang!"

"Old Hu took another concubine a few days ago, his vigor is undiminished from back in the day!"

"Isn't that Old Master Ximen of the Gale Martial Arts Hall? He actually came too!"

...

Fang Xi stood to the side, mingling with the other struggling and disheartened martial arts hall masters, disinclined to engage in commercial flattery.

Those major martial arts halls controlled the Martial Alliance, establishing so-called rules that were, in reality, designed to raise the bar and make things difficult for newcomers like them.

The previously dismal business of the 'A Certain Martial Arts Hall' was largely related to this.

Mu Cang Long was also among the crowd, a joyful expression on his face, conversing with another female hall master in her forties, not recognizing Fang Xi.

After all, Fang Xi was currently wearing Fang Leng's face.

With the muscle and bone transformation of a four-step Martial Master, coupled with the minor tricks of a cultivator, even a Grandmaster would be unable to discern his disguise.

The venue was the 'Return Wind Tower' in Three Yuan City.

This building was not only sumptuously constructed but also featured a 'return' shaped structure, with private rooms on all four sides encircling a massive central arena.

It could be used for song and dance performances, or for. . . martial arts contests!

After a round of modest greetings, the many martial arts hall masters took their seats.

With a flash of movement, an old man with white hair and beard, and a crimson fleshy growth on his forehead, leaped onto the arena stage. He clasped his fists to the four directions: "Everyone. . . Today's Martial Alliance gathering is to select the 'Eight Steeds'. . . Any martial arts hall apprentice below the age of twenty who is willing may register and compete to determine the victor!"

These 'Eight Steeds' not only had an appealing title but also represented the opportunity to receive the full support and cultivation of the Martial Alliance. Afterward, it would also raise the prestige of their own martial arts halls, bringing many benefits.

Because of this, the competition was extremely fierce.

Qingmu, representing 'A Certain Martial Arts Hall', had naturally registered early and was waiting to step onto the arena.

"First match, Yang Jian of Azure Profound Martial Arts Hall, versus Pan Miaomiao of Vase Martial Arts Hall!"

Fang Xi remained unmoving, seated in his Grand Tutor's Chair, sipping tea and watching as the martial arts contest began in the arena.

"Vase Martial Arts Hall actually sent a woman to compete?"

A white-haired martial arts hall master beside him couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Elder Brother Zhao wouldn't know, but this Pan Miaomiao is a martial apprentice who has achieved the third change of Blood-Qi Transformation!"

Another hall master beside him introduced to Hall Master Zhao: "This woman cultivates the Vase Martial Arts Hall's 'Vase Seal'. This martial art is profound and intricate; it's said to be significantly beyond ordinary third-rate martial arts, having reached the level of second-rate martial arts."

Indeed, in less than three moves, Pan Miaomiao knocked Yang Jian off the stage, cleanly winning the first match.

"Master, they all fight so fast!"

Qingsang watched groups of people ascend the arena stage and quickly decide their fates, unable to stop himself from exclaiming.

"Naturally so. . . In Blood-Qi Martial Arts, if one's martial skill is a line higher, their combat power is exponentially greater! After all, we martial artists emphasize defeating an enemy in a single move. . . If a fight on stage goes for more than thirty moves without a clear victor, it's generally a feigned match!"

Fang Xi set down his teacup, giving his student a lecture.

"This Hall Master Fang, you hit the nail on the head. " Hall Master Zhao beside him heard this and his eyes lit up: "May I ask where your esteemed martial arts hall teaches its disciples?"

"I am Fang Leng, and I've opened 'A Certain Martial Arts Hall'," Fang Xi smiled faintly.

"A Certain Martial Arts Hall? " Hall Master Zhao's old face flushed. Even though he prided himself on his extensive knowledge, he had never heard of this martial arts hall's name. He could only give a vague chuckle to smooth things over.

At this moment, the fleshy-growth-headed old man above shouted: "Next match. . . Qingmu of A Certain Martial Arts Hall, versus Song Sifei of Great Peng Martial Arts Hall!"

"Go!"

Fang Xi said to the dazed and simple-minded Qingmu beside him.

"Oh!"

Qingmu, his eyes vacant, responded and walked to the side of the arena, then clambered up. . .

"Uh, this. . ."

Hall Master Zhao looked at Qingmu with a hint of pity: "Is this child simple? The steps are right there. . ."

In truth, most of these young martial artists, seeking to appear cool, would usually use their movement techniques to leap onto the stage.

Someone like Qingmu was truly rare. . .

Qingsang, however, knew that Adai's wisdom was hidden within; he simply didn't care what others thought of him. If Master told him to go on stage, he went on stage; if Master told him to fight, he fought!

"Please!"

Song Sifei wore blue short training attire, revealing his bulging, muscular arms. Seeing Qingmu step onto the stage, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

As soon as the referee announced the start of the match, his arms moved like the wind. He unleashed the Great Peng Iron-Wing Fist, smashing towards Qingmu!

In his view, encountering such an opponent—one who couldn't even leap onto the arena stage—in the first match was sheer luck!

"Ah!"

The next moment, before Song Sifei could even react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his entire body was sent flying off the arena stage.

"How. . . did I lose?"

A look of confusion appeared on his face. He simply couldn't fathom how he had lost to that little simpleton?

"Hm?"

"True Force?"

"A Martial Artist?"

Apart from a few well-informed major martial arts halls and high-level figures, the other smaller martial arts halls were somewhat stunned.

"Who is this person? So young, yet he has actually advanced to the Martial Artist realm!"

Mu Cang Long was incredulous. He turned to Zhang Minting beside him and said, "This person is your formidable enemy. If you encounter him, you can concede!"

He profoundly understood the difference between a Martial Artist and a martial apprentice.

"Is he. . . really that strong? "

Zhang Minting had also won a match and was somewhat unconvinced.

"Not only strong, but his innate talent. . . probably only your Eldest Senior Brother Fang Xi can compare. " Mu Cang Long sighed, wondering where that supremely talented eldest disciple had gone?

...

"Old Master Ximen, please observe!"

In the largest private room of the Return Wind Tower, an old man with large, gnarled hands and a fierce countenance, who was quietly smoking a golden dry pipe, watched Qingmu descend from the stage.

Beside him, a middle-aged martial artist bowed and said, "That is Qingmu. Like Zhang Minting, he also comes from a small martial arts hall. . ."

"Hmph, the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall is one thing, but this 'A Certain Martial Arts Hall' dares to open for business without even acknowledging us as their superior, clearly not showing us any respect!"

Another portly martial artist stroked his two small mustaches with a smile. He was Ximen He, the master of the Gale Martial Arts Hall, and also Old Master Ximen's son: "It's just good luck, they picked up a genius. Yet, there are still people in the Alliance who want to recruit and train him. . . Father, rest assured, I already rigged the draw today, and I've also made arrangements over there. I guarantee that kid will be carried off the stage in his next match!"

"A-He!"

Old Master Ximen suddenly glared, his eyes wide.

When at ease, he resembled an old farmer from the countryside, but when he displayed his might, he was like an enraged Vajra, making Ximen He not dare to even breathe: "Father. . ."

"I've told you before, use fewer of these underhanded tricks. They damage our Ximen family's prestige. A mere small martial arts hall, we can shut them down with a wave of our hand. Why resort to such insidious methods? " Old Master Ximen shook his head: "What's more. . . you don't understand the greater trend!"

"The greater trend? " Ximen He was somewhat surprised.

"Indeed. . . The Martial Alliance is too chaotic, it needs to be integrated. This is the will of those above. " Old Master Ximen slowly added tobacco to his pipe: "Although the Huang family is gone, there's still the Qian family. . . Once we've paved their way, what do these trifling matters below account for? That one named Qingmu, he will be your dog in the future. When dealing with your own dog, do you need to kill it directly? What a waste!"

"The Qian family, one of the Four Great Clans, is supporting us? " Ximen He's eyes lit up: "Then what is there to fear. . . Haha, Father, you are truly far-sighted!"

He was now somewhat eager to see the faces of his opponents, as if they'd lost their parents.

...

"Adai, well done."

Adai descended from the arena, still looking as if his mind wandered afar.

But Hall Master Zhao, beside Fang Xi, could no longer sit still: "Brother Fang. . . I have a granddaughter, sixteen years old, she's absolutely charming. Would you consider forming a marriage alliance?"

Fang Xi chuckled vaguely in response, deflecting the proposal.

Qingsang patted Adai's shoulder: "Qingmu, well done. . . Here, have a meat bun, you'll have more strength for your match!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a paper packet, the buns inside still steaming hot.

"Big Brother. . ."

Qingmu glanced at Qingsang, then ate the meat bun in large bites, a childlike smile appearing on his face.

"Next match. . . Qingmu of A Certain Martial Arts Hall, versus Ximen Zhong of Gale Martial Arts Hall!"

At this moment, the fleshy-growth-headed old man on the arena called out again.

"It's his turn again, Brother Fang, although your disciple's martial arts are strong, his luck with the draws isn't so good. . ."

Hall Master Zhao shook his head: "Ximen Zhong is the biological son of Gale Martial Arts Hall Master Ximen He, personally tutored by him. His martial arts also entered the True Force realm early on. . ."

"Go!"

Fang Xi's expression was calm as he spoke to Adai.

Adai nodded, ascended the arena. Opposite him was a young man in crimson clothes, his face filled with arrogance: "You're Qingmu, right? If I don't knock you off this stage within twenty moves, I'll take your surname!"

...

Below the arena.

"Master! Earlier, a man in black tried to find me and told me to secretly put this powder in Adai's food!"

Qingsang's face showed a struggle, then he suddenly came to Fang Xi's side, handing over a yellow paper packet: "I didn't use it. . ."

"Mm, Adai knows, after all, you used to call him Adai, not Qingmu."

Fang Xi nodded, taking the paper packet and casually discerning its contents: "Tendons-Burning Powder? Impressive. . . Do they want my disciple dead on the arena stage?"

"What? Adai? " Qingsang was as if struck by lightning, retreating several steps.

"Don't worry, Adai always trusts you. Otherwise, why would he eat your bun?"

Fang Xi chuckled, looking towards the arena.

On the arena, figures flew and danced, and in a blink of an eye, more than ten moves had passed.

"Damn it, you forced my hand."

Ximen Zhong was pushed to the edge of the arena, his face twisted in a ferocious expression, his hands moving like the wind:

"Secret Art: Fierce Mountain Palm!"

His hands instantly turned crimson, striking out in a series of spectral, rapid blows, filling the air with red palm shadows.

"Not good!"

Below the stage, Mu Cang Long's face was filled with alarm: "This is a secret killing move of the Gale Martial Arts Hall! Once unleashed, it means either death or grave injury!"

Many of the elders had already closed their eyes, unable to watch.

The next instant, Adai's feet seemed rooted to the ground, and he slowly extended a palm.

This palm strike was neither remarkably dazzling nor particularly intricate, yet it was precisely. . . perfect!

Thwack!

This palm strike dodged all the palm shadows and landed directly on Ximen Zhong's chest, sending him flying off the arena stage.

Ximen Zhong stood there, his expression frozen in a daze.

Suddenly!

Thump!

A bloody hole burst open on his back, and countless internal organs, mixed with bone fragments, splattered out as if an explosion had occurred!

Secret Art: Primordial Limitless!

Chapter 61: Notorious Reputation (For Alliance Leader "Satan in the Moonlight")

“Excellent! ”

Amidst the collective astonishment in the hall, Fang Xi was the first to clap and praise.

“This Ah Niu is truly extraordinarily gifted; he actually managed to master even the secret techniques of my Primordial Unity True Art! ”

Fang Xi was overjoyed.

Being able to use secret techniques meant that Ah Niu would have no trouble condensing True Vigor in the future.

Having re-examined and perfected his Primordial Unity True Art, it had become an ‘unbreakable’ martial art!

Meanwhile, Hall Master Zhao next to him, who didn't understand Fang Xi's joy at all, unconsciously scooted his backside a little to the side, trying to maintain distance from this person.

As for what about earlier proposals? He must have been having a fit, talking nonsense!

This Youjian Martial Arts Hall's master and disciple are both lunatics; it's best to keep a distance!

...

“How dare you! You killed my Zhong’er? Pay with your life! ”

Inside the private box, Ximen He, who had originally been smiling as he watched the arena battle, saw the horrific sight of his son Ximen Zhong’s back exploding, his internal organs spilling out. His face first contorted in disbelief, then exploded in fury!

He roared, his figure smashing through the window, descending from above, and striking out with a palm.

Ah Niu raised both hands to the sky, meeting the attack with a stance akin to ‘Overlord Lifts the Tripod’.

Bang!

He reeled back seven steps, each one leaving a deep imprint on the arena floor. Suddenly, his cheeks flushed red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood: “True Vigor? ! ”

“You dared to kill my son? You’ll pay with your life! Not just you, but your family, your master. . . all of you will die! ”

Ximen He was enraged to the point of madness. He was already a Martial Master, yet he hadn't even taken down Ah Niu with a single palm, which only fueled his fury.

With another roar, he unleashed both palms simultaneously, his True Vigor surging forth like crashing waves.

Splat!

The next moment, a figure flickered.

Fang Xi had already appeared beside Ah Niu, his right hand seizing Ximen He's wrist: “You want to kill me? I can’t pretend I didn’t hear that! ”

“Hm? ”

Ximen He stared at Fang Xi in disbelief, feeling as though his True Vigor, cultivated painstakingly for years, had slammed into an impenetrable copper wall and iron barrier, utterly unable to break through!

“A Martial Master? How is this possible? ”

Ordinary martial arts halls only taught third-rate martial arts; True Force martial artists were their limit!

Only major martial arts halls like the Liefeng Martial Arts Hall would impart second-rate martial arts, enabling martial artists to break through to the Martial Master realm and forge True Vigor!

But wasn’t the Youjian Martial Arts Hall a rundown shack?

How could this be?

Before he could react, he saw the smile on Fang Xi’s face gradually turn cold.

Crack!

Fang Xi tightened his grip, directly crushing Ximen He’s wrist bones.

Then, he swung his leg, delivering a direct kick to Ximen He’s chest.

Thud!

Ximen He’s chest caved in, blood mixed with internal organs continuously spewed from his mouth, and his corpse flew off the arena, landing beside his son.

“He’er? ”

A roar of fury erupted from the private box with the shattered wall.

Old Master Ximen stared at his dead son and grandson. . . his hand crushing his pipe stem, his eyes looking as if they could devour people!

“This is bad! ”

At this moment, the martial arts hall masters below the stage looked at the two corpses lying side by side, cold sweat seeping from their foreheads.

“What’s going on? How did it suddenly turn out like this? ”

Zhang Minting was somewhat stunned.

“Ximen Zhong struck first with intent to kill, then was counter-killed. . . Ximen He couldn’t stand it and bullied the weaker, only to be beaten to death himself. . . Truly. . . they’ve met a tough one. ”

Mu Cang Long slowly let out a long breath: “But sometimes. . . no, most of the time, the Liefeng Martial Arts Hall doesn’t necessarily operate on reason! ”

“This young man has actually cultivated to the Martial Master realm too? The Youjian Martial Arts Hall actually possesses Martial Master level ultimate techniques and legacies? ! ”

“Oh no, Old Master Ximen was once the Martial Alliance’s top expert, his True Vigor cultivation long since reaching the ‘steel bones and iron sinews’ level. . . ”

“Heh heh, a good show awaits. ”

The martial arts hall masters below the stage wore various expressions.

...

“Old Man Ximen, what’s with all the shouting? ”

Facing Old Master Ximen’s man-eating gaze, Fang Xi merely picked his ear: “Once you step onto the arena and sign the death waiver, there’s no blaming anyone for getting killed. Your son, acting as the elder bullying the younger, broke the rules first. Him getting killed by me is getting off lightly; I haven’t even settled accounts with you yet! ”

“Hmph! ”

Old Master Ximen clenched his fist, looking as if he would strike at any moment.

But he never jumped onto the arena.

Fists fear the young and strong!

He was old, and his discerning eye was sharp.

Although he was a Three-step Martial Master with ‘steel bones and iron sinews,’ this young Martial Master below could easily kill his son, meaning he was at least a Second-step cultivator!

In a battle to the death, he wasn't very confident!

Although Martial Masters could lock their blood-qi to maintain their bodily functions, alas. . . his heart was already in its twilight.

This was his greatest flaw!

Furthermore, Old Master Ximen had an even deeper worry in his heart.

What if. . . what if this opponent was a peak Three-step Martial Master expert? Then he absolutely could not act today.

Otherwise, the entire Liefeng Martial Arts Hall would be lost!

Fortunately, being an old fox, he had already made thorough preparations!

“Please, Young Master Qian, take a look. . . these two ruthless thugs, taking advantage of an old man’s weakness, actually acted so brazenly and killed my son and grandson. . . ”

In a flash, he squeezed out two tears and bowed to the side: “Please, uphold justice for this old man! ”

Beside Old Master Ximen, a young man in luxurious robes had appeared at some unknown point.

He wore a jade crown on his head, a brocade robe with a circle of golden copper coins embroidered along the edges. His smile was gentle, his eyes profound, carrying the aloof demeanor of a prominent family.

That circle of golden copper coins made every martial arts hall master’s expression change: “It’s the Qian family! ”

“The Qian family is one of the Four Great Families; do they intend to extend their reach into the martial arts hall world as well? ”

“This Youjian Martial Arts Hall is in trouble. . . ”

...

“I am Qian Qiming! I was invited today to participate in this grand martial arts hall gathering. ”

Qian Qiming’s smile was gentle, completely devoid of arrogance, and his manner towards others was as refreshing as a spring breeze: “I did not expect to encounter two martial artists meeting such a tragic end; truly a pity. . . ”

“Oh? Is your Qian family going to stand up for the Liefeng Martial Arts Hall? ”

Fang Xi sneered, cutting directly to the chase.

The smile on Qian Qiming’s face stiffened. This person on stage simply didn’t play by the rules.

Or rather, he was too direct!

Who tears off all pretense the moment they meet? Is he not afraid of my family’s background at all?

After a pause, Qian Qiming’s smile also turned cold: “This humble Qian happens to hold the position of a judicial officer in the prefectural capital. This brother and his disciple killed someone, and according to reason, they should indeed make a trip to the yamen. . . ”

A death waiver, such a thing operates on the principle of ‘if the people don’t complain, the officials don’t investigate. ’ If one were to strictly scrutinize it, it’s still illegal!

Qian Qiming was also clever, directly using the authority of the government to suppress them.

Among the martial arts hall masters present, who would dare to defy the government?

This was an overwhelming force; if they arbitrarily labeled you a criminal, no matter how heaven-defying your martial arts, you would still have to surrender!

Qian Qiming had seen many unruly martial artists.

But what was their ultimate fate?

“Alas. . . what a pity. ”

Mu Cang Long secretly sighed, believing that this Hall Master Fang Leng would not have a good end.

“Oh, the government, I’m so scared! ”

Fang Xi sneered. At this moment, he finally knew what he truly wanted in his heart: “Young Master Qian, do you know that you dared to step out with your left foot first, which is truly a great taboo of mine! ”

“What are you saying? ”

Qian Qiming frowned, but a personal old servant beside him suddenly changed drastically in expression, whispering a few words into his young master’s ear.

Qian Qiming’s legs immediately went weak, his smile rapidly twisting into a sorrowful expression, looking utterly comical: “May I. . . may I ask, Your Excellency. . . what is your connection. . . to that person? ”

“I am Fang Leng. Back when I roamed the martial world, the elders of Three Yuan City, not disliking me, bestowed upon me the nickname ‘Ghost’s Bane’. ”

Fang Xi smiled coldly.

“Ghost’s Bane! ”

“It’s actually him? ! ”

A man’s name, a tree’s shadow!

In an instant, the Huifeng Tower fell into a dead silence!

Why was the Huang family, one of the Four Great Families back then, wiped out? Wasn’t it because they provoked this very person?

And now, the Qian family has provoked him again?

Qian Qiming’s face was pale, looking as if he might faint at any moment.

“Ghost’s Bane. . . Fang Leng? ”

Old Master Ximen, however, felt a bitter anguish in his heart, as if he had eaten several catties of Coptis.

You, a notorious fiend from Ding Province, what are you doing opening a martial arts hall for no reason?

Are you in the business of swindling people?

The next instant.

Fang Xi had already appeared before him, almost face to face.

“Ah! ”

Old Master Ximen had just tried to circulate his True Vigor, but found that he had lost all strength, and his body had become very cold, very cold. . .

Watching Ghost’s Bane kill the former top expert of the Martial Alliance with a single move, the old servant behind Qian Qiming drew his weapon, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

Clang!

The next moment, a white light flashed.

“Ah! ”

Qian Qiming screamed in agony, his left foot gone, a large amount of blood flowing out.

“May I ask, Your Excellency, are you satisfied now? ”

The old servant bowed, asking with utmost humility.

As a scion of a prominent family, he enjoyed all the glory in ordinary times, but at crucial moments, he also had to possess the awareness to sacrifice for his family!

“Hahaha. . . The Qian family is far more sensible than the Huang family. Now scram! ”

Fang Xi waved his hand.

“Disciples, let’s go! ”

With a flicker, he had descended from the upper floor, arriving beside Qing Sang and Ah Niu, and led the way out of the Huifeng Tower.

All the martial arts hall masters in the hall were utterly silenced!

...

“Master, are you truly. . . the Ghost’s Bane who annihilated the Huang family back then? ”

All along the way, Ah Niu remained dazed and silent.

On the other hand, Qing Sang’s face was filled with disbelief.

“Who’s spreading rumors? This master didn’t annihilate the Huang family; I just killed a few people and robbed them a bit, that’s all. ”

Fang Xi said as he walked.

Not long after, they returned to the Youjian Martial Arts Hall.

“But. . . Master, why did you have to break this peaceful life and admit that you are Ghost’s Bane? ”

Qing Sang suddenly asked another question.

“Because your actions set an example for this master. . . people still need to face their true selves. ”

Fang Xi laughed heartily: “What this master pursues is unconstrained freedom, so why bother hiding it? Tonight. . . you all leave first, hmm, take Sun Hongdie and her family from next door with you. ”

Although the Qian family superficially conceded, the matter from back then might not be so easily settled.

Tonight, there will surely be a great battle!

It wouldn’t be good to accidentally harm the flowers and plants then.

Fang Xi’s spirit was exceptionally active now; he felt his True Vigor was practically bursting forth from his body, so naturally, he wouldn’t miss this opportunity.

Moreover, following one’s true self and being unconstrained doesn't mean seeking death.

If he truly couldn’t win tonight. . . then at worst, he’d just grab his Black Cloud Pouch and run!

As for advancing to Grandmaster, how could it be more important than his own little life?

This, too, was his true self!

Chapter 62: Breaking Through to Martial God (Congratulations to Alliance Master Satan in the Moonlight! )

The moon was bright, the stars sparse.

Around the Youjian Martial Arts Hall, an inexplicable quiet had settled.

“Midnight! Mind your candles! ”

The patrolling night watchman, clanging his copper gong and clacking his bamboo clapper, slowly walked down the street.

The gates of Three Yuan City, large and small, were tightly shut. The garrison (garrison) had even been changed, calling in the more formal Dingzhou Army.

On this night, countless people found themselves unable to sleep.

The wind swept through the towers, presaging a mountain storm!

At the Youjian Martial Arts Hall, on the training ground.

Fang Xi was calmly practicing the Hunyuan True Art.

As for whether Qing Sang and Qing Mu could escape, he wasn't overly concerned.

After all, if he was fine, they would certainly be fine.

If he himself couldn't protect himself, then what use was worrying about them?

As for being captured and used to threaten him? He was never a man to be threatened.

“Spirit integrating with heaven and earth, the unity of man and nature? ”

As he performed the moving exercises, Fang Xi felt his True Vigor erupting continuously with every punch and kick, vibrant to an extreme degree.

Just a hair's breadth away, it would burst forth from his limbs and bones, transforming into an even more profound power!

Swoosh!

Just then, a figure seemed to materialize directly from the darkness, darting out like a giant python. Muscles rippled on its arm, its nails were terrifyingly sharp, and veins bulged menacingly like the claws of a wild beast, as it launched a surprise attack on Fang Xi!

Bang!

Fang Xi seemed to have anticipated it, pressing his right palm down to block the sneak attack, his Hunyuan True Vigor exploding with force!

Rip!

In the darkness, a flash of lightning seemed to appear, and the attacker's figure abruptly froze.

In a contest between experts, that split second of advantage was already enough to determine victory!

Fang Xi's left hand, fingers pressed together, formed a fist. Like a divine giant swinging an axe to split mountains, he was about to smash it out, but then suddenly paused, drawing a half-circle, and struck towards another spot.

Bang, bang!

The courtyard wall was directly smashed through, leaving a large hole. From within, a Martial Master over three meters tall, with bulging muscles and black-iron skin, burst out. As his hands crossed, a beast-like roar seemed to echo:

“Secret Technique: Myriad Beast Roar! ”

Fang Xi's mid-strike change of direction resulted in his fist landing squarely on the assailant's inevitable path.

The opponent's expression shifted rapidly as he crossed his arms, shielding his chest.

Immediately after, he let out a painful groan, his arms snapping with glimpses of pale bone, and was sent flying backward at an even greater speed.

But seizing this opportunity, the dark figure who had initially ambushed Fang Xi also leaped away, landing on the courtyard wall. Its movement technique was astonishing, but its stature was very short, like a dwarf.

“Ghost-Feared Fang Leng? ”

The dwarf's eyes, emerald green, emitted a venomous voice: “Damn it, we need more money. . . The intelligence from the provincial government is completely off. Where is this a Third-step Martial Master? Didn't you see Old Lion's arm was broken? This is a peak expert, a Fourth-step Martial Master! I'd believe it if you said he was a Half-step Grandmaster! ”

“I knew it. After revealing my identity in broad daylight, something like this was bound to happen. ”

Fang Xi stood with his hands withdrawn, looking in all directions: “Come out, all of you! ”

Swish, swish!

With the rustle of clothes, figures appeared one after another.

Beside the dwarf stood another tall figure, covered in golden fur with limp arms dangling before him—it was none other than ‘Iron Lion’, the one who had attacked earlier!

In addition, atop the roof stood a tall woman in a purple dress, holding a pair of Mandarin Duck Axes.

From the main gate, a one-eyed old man with a full head of silver hair, smoking a pipe, slowly walked in: “Ghost-Feared. . . You have repeatedly violated the law, yet you dare to be so brazen? How about we take a step back? You vow never to enter Three Yuan City, and we old fellows will retreat. What do you say? ”

Though all those who dared to surround and kill Ghost-Feared were at least Third-step Martial Masters, experts with steel-sinewed and iron-boned physiques, even experts had families and livelihoods and didn't wish to risk their lives casually.

If Fang Leng were merely a Third-step Martial Master, that would be one thing, but now that their target's strength far exceeded expectations, peace was naturally preferable.

“Haha. . . So this is the imperial court, outwardly fierce but inwardly weak! ”

Fang Xi shook his head: “However. . . I need you all to complete my final step! ”

As he spoke, his body suddenly swelled, muscles bulging, countless blue veins writhing like pythons across them.

As the last word fell, Fang Xi had already arrived before the old man, his broad, fan-like hand descending upon him.

“Reverse Seven Stars! ”

Though the one-eyed old man was smoking a dry pipe, his movements were incredibly agile. His pipe jabbed repeatedly, aiming for Fang Xi's vital acupuncture points.

The pipe sliced through the air, emitting a terrifying hissing sound!

The next instant, their figures crossed.

Puff, puff!

Red spots appeared on Fang Xi's body, but his flesh rapidly squirmed, forcefully healing the wounds.

The old man, however, retreated a few steps, coughing incessantly: “Cough, cough. . . Spirit and Vigor United? He truly is a grand expert of the Fourth-step Martial Master realm. . . Quick, retreat! This man has gone mad, seeking to break through to Grandmaster via a life-and-death battle. We mustn't benefit him; immediately activate Emergency Plan Bravo, send in the Dingzhou Army! ”

As he spoke, he was already retreating wildly.

But Fang Xi was faster. His footsteps were like a snake's, already upon the one-eyed old man.

“How audacious! ”

The woman in purple let out a sharp cry, her Mandarin Duck Axes striking first from behind, already reaching Fang Xi's back.

The short dwarf and Iron Lion, one on the left and one on the right, struck with fierce and powerful boxing techniques, aiming for Fang Xi's vital points.

Clearly, this was an attack on his must-defend spots!

Even if Fang Xi could kill the one-eyed old man, taking a simultaneous assault from three Martial Masters would likely mean death!

“Hiss, hiss! ”

At this critical juncture, all four suddenly heard Fang Xi's breathing simultaneously.

The sound was like an ancient giant python, or a thousand-year-old spirit turtle, rumbling. . . The courtyard wind howled, yet it seemed to be entirely sucked into Fang Xi's nose and mouth, causing his chest to rise high.

“Ha! ”

The next moment, a thunderclap instantly exploded within the courtyard.

Amidst the rolling sound waves, a terrifying vigor and spiritual force seemed to ripple, causing all four, save the old man, to momentarily fall into a daze.

It was this split-second difference that allowed Fang Xi to move a step faster, pressing his palm onto the old man's head: “Secret Technique: Hunyuan Wuji! ”

Bang!

His palm descended like an overturning Heaven-Sealing Seal, or Mount Tai pressing down, his large hand pressing the old man's head, crushing him inch by inch into the ground!

The one-eyed old man's lower body was a mangled mess of flesh and blood, clearly beyond saving.

It was only then that Fang Xi turned, catching the purple-clad woman's Mandarin Duck Axes.

“Die! ”

But the split-second opportunity Fang Xi had created only allowed him to intercept the woman's Mandarin Duck Axes; the dwarf's and Iron Lion's punches and kicks still landed on his body!

Clang!

The punches and kicks, imbued with Martial Master True Vigor, struck Fang Xi's body, yet they rang out like blows against a bronze bell.

“No. . . this is. . . ? ”

The dwarf retreated violently, staring at his own hands, which were now covered in bloody holes. A thought of extreme terror suddenly flashed through his mind: “Aura? ”

Beneath the moonlight, Fang Xi's clothes where he had been struck were completely shredded, revealing his pristine skin.

And upon his skin, a thin layer of blood-colored Martial God True Aura had materialized!

This True Aura only condensed for an instant before dissipating, yet it had saved Fang Xi from severe injury!

“You’ve already broken through to Grandmaster? ! ”

The purple-clad woman's shrill voice tore through the night.

“Almost. . . but I've found the way. ”

Fang Xi smiled faintly, pointing a finger out.

The purple-clad woman immediately withdrew her Mandarin Duck Axes to defend, crescent-shaped blades of light protecting her body impregnably.

Even Fang Xi's finger could only reach three inches before her forehead before it had to stop.

But that was enough!

Martial God True Aura can be projected beyond the body!

A thin, blood-red True Aura suddenly appeared on Fang Xi's fingertip, piercing through the purple-clad woman's forehead, vanishing in a flash.

A red dot appeared on the purple-clad woman's forehead, her body froze, and her blood and qi instantly dissipated.

“Run! ”

Iron Lion roared, stepping forward to block Fang Xi.

The dwarf let out a strange yelp and turned to flee!

This Ghost-Feared was too terrifying!

Besieged by their combination, he not only didn't flee but brazenly counter-killed two of them!

He even broke through to Grandmaster during the fight itself!

“By Dingzhou Army command, flatten this courtyard! ”

As he fled out of the small martial arts hall, he saw the elite Dingzhou Army clad in armor and wielding sharp weapons on the street, especially their crossbows, and felt a measure of relief.

Even if he was a Grandmaster, what then?

Surrounded by a martial artist army like the Dingzhou Army, with crossbows and expert containment, he would still die!

The dwarf escaped into the military formation, panting urgently, but a surge of grief welled up in his heart. To buy him time to escape, Iron Lion must have already died at the hands of that brutal man!

“Form the Wind Elephant Formation, advance! ”

Within the Dingzhou Army, a commanding officer with golden beast-head armor on his left shoulder immediately gave the order.

Waves of armored soldiers surged forward, completely surrounding the martial arts hall.

“Crossbows ready. . . fire! ”

Chh, chh!

Amidst the sounds of mechanisms engaging, arrows shot into the courtyard.

“By chance, a divine sword took flight for sport, razing Zhongnan's foremost peak, its stronghold! ”

A figure with a Profound Iron Shield floating beside him emerged from the courtyard, holding a slender golden sword, reciting a long, melodic chant.

The next moment!

A sword light flew from his hand; the armored soldiers in its path were sliced cleanly like paper. The sword light expanded, engulfing the dwarf Martial Master and the commanding officer, then vanished.

The Dingzhou Army stared blankly at this scene, and only after the person had left did they erupt in terrified shouts: “Commanding officer. . . the commanding officer is dead! ”

In the distant darkness.

Fang Xi retracted his Golden Flood Dragon Sword, feeling most of his magical power depleted, and couldn't help but smile wryly: “Superior-grade artifacts really should only be used in late-stage Qi Refinement. Forcibly using them consumes too much magical power. . . ”

“Ah well, since I've broken through, I can finally go back and see. ”

His figure flickered, then vanished without a trace.

...

Under the same night sky.

Bang!

Qing Mu, the simpleton, swung his fist with all his might, sending another martial artist flying.

Qing Sang huddled behind Qing Mu, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Ever since night fell, they had been attacked by mysterious figures and were now pushed to the brink of despair!

However, at this critical moment, a flare ignited from outside the city.

The mysterious attackers surrounding them suddenly retreated en masse.

As Qing Mu and Qing Sang exchanged bewildered glances, a carriage galloped along the official road. From it descended an amiable old patriarch.

He saw Qing Mu and the other, and a smile immediately spread across his face:

“Young heroes. . . This old man represents the officials and aristocratic families of the prefecture. Please rest assured, from now on, no one will dare to harm you. . . ”

Chapter 63: Aftermath at Green Bamboo (Celebrating Feathered Life, Descending Phoenix Alliance Leader! )

The South Barrens Cultivation World.

Streams babbled, forests flourished.

Boom!

A green stone slab suddenly shifted, revealing a cellar beneath.

Fang Xi, holding his Golden Flood Dragon Shears in one hand and a talisman clutched in the other, cautiously poked his head out.

Seeing that everything outside was as it should be, with little change from before he left, he couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"Finally, I'm back," he murmured, taking a deep breath and relishing the spiritual energy of the South Barrens Cultivation World.

"It could only be me. . . any other fourth-step Martial Master, even if they managed to break through amidst the encirclement by all the experts and armies of Three Yuan City, would still likely be cornered and besieged to death."

"Fortunately, I got everything I wanted."

"Breaking through to the True Vigor Martial Saint realm, translated into the immortal path, means a third-tier Body Cultivation cultivator, comparable to a great expert in late-stage Qi Refinement!"

"Even if the chaos near Green Bamboo Mountain market town hasn't ended, I'm strong enough to protect myself."

The reason Fang Xi had fled Green Bamboo Mountain market town back then was precisely because he feared the chaos.

Now, however, he felt a bit eager to try. After all, chaos was the best stepping stone.

"No, I still need to be careful."

"Right now, the most important thing is to find someone and understand the current situation!"

Fang Xi glanced at the sky, ascertained a direction, and swiftly departed using his movement technique.

...

State of Yue.

Jiahe City.

This was the closest mortal city to Green Bamboo Mountain.

Inside the city's finest restaurant—the Celestial Immortal Pavilion.

The Celestial Immortal Pavilion was located in the very center of the city, a place where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, and it was constructed with exquisite elegance.

The topmost floor, in particular, was traditionally reserved only for esteemed guests.

As for who these esteemed guests were, even the staff within the pavilion might not know.

"Grandpa, they say the master behind the Celestial Immortal Pavilion is treated with reverence even by the City Lord himself. I wonder what kind of divine being they are?"

On the second-highest floor of the Celestial Immortal Pavilion, in a private room with an open door, a gentle girl dressed in luxurious attire was curiously questioning her grandfather beside her.

"Heh heh, you've asked the right person for this. . . " The old man chuckled, stroking his beard. After several pleas from the girl, he finally lowered his voice: "Those who can make even the City Lord bow in humility are naturally those Immortal Masters. . ."

"Immortal Masters, you say? " The girl's eyes immediately lit up. Her gaze darted around, searching left and right, as if trying to find the entrance to the upper floor.

Alas, the entrance to the topmost floor did not seem to be located there.

Just then, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a youth in green robes arrived on this floor and looked left and right.

Then, as if having pinpointed his destination, he walked up to a wooden wall.

On the wooden wall hung a painting of an ancient-style lady.

"This is it. . ."

Fang Xi murmured, and walked in.

Woosh!

A burst of light appeared, and he completely vanished into it.

Having studied the "Elementary Array Dao," Fang Xi naturally recognized that this was merely a small restriction, designed to block mortals but completely ineffective against cultivators.

"Grandpa. . ."

Gazing at his disappearing back, the girl tugged at her grandfather's sleeve.

The old man's eyes were also somewhat glazed over; he didn't even notice the wine spilling on his clothes. After a long moment, he finally turned to his granddaughter and said, "Yunyun, you're very lucky. That youth in green robes was probably an Immortal Master. . ."

"An Immortal Master, huh. . ."

The young girl's eyes were filled with unconcealed envy.

...

Beyond the restriction lay a wooden staircase.

Step by step, Fang Xi ascended the stairs, arriving at the Celestial Immortal Pavilion's topmost floor.

The decor here was elegant and refined; every item was perhaps something rarely found in the mortal world. The view was also incredibly expansive, allowing one to overlook the entire scenery of Jiahe City.

Only a few seats were available, and at this moment, only a handful of people were sitting.

"Heh heh. . . Fellow Daoist, I am Ge Hong Dan, humbly serving as the proprietor of the Celestial Immortal Pavilion!"

A corpulent man dressed like a mortal official smiled cheerfully as he cupped his hands: "This pavilion is open to all cultivators. Fellow Daoist may reside and partake as you wish; all mortal amenities are free of charge."

"Fellow Daoist is generous!"

Fang Xi cupped his hands in return.

Ge Hong Dan laughed heartily: "I simply enjoy making friends. . . To be frank, the Eighth Prince of the State of Yue is also supporting me. Might I ask, Fellow Daoist, where is your immortal homeland? Are you willing to serve as a guest elder in the secular world? As long as Fellow Daoist is willing to come to the princely manor, I cannot guarantee Spirit Stones, but all secular enjoyments—be it gold, silver, jewelry, beautiful women, luxurious mansions, fine horses, or antiques. . . everything will be at your disposal!"

"Many thanks for Fellow Daoist Ge's kind intentions, but alas, I am still rather young and wish to continue striving on the Dao path."

Fang Xi politely declined, then promised: "Once I grow old or become disheartened, I will certainly come here to see, and at that time, I hope Fellow Daoist will take me in."

"Haha, certainly, certainly. " Ge Hong Dan didn't insist. He had seen many such young cultivators; each one was indeed arrogant and ambitious. His true targets were the elderly cultivators past their sixty-year limit.

Elderly cultivators with no hope of Foundation Establishment, if they wished to establish a family in the mortal world or continue their bloodline, found that the best method was to seek refuge with the powerful and influential. In doing so, they would enjoy boundless glory and wealth.

'Excellent. Just as the rumors said, they're all weaklings. '

Fang Xi swept his gaze around, discovering that apart from Ge Hong Dan, who possessed mid-stage Qi Refinement strength, most of the other guests were around early-stage Qi Refinement.

In other words, he alone could slaughter everyone here. It was quite safe, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

After thinking for a moment, he found a seat by the window and began to enjoy the view outside.

Meanwhile, some cultivators on this floor were holding gourds of spiritual wine, pouring and drinking by themselves; others were savoring delicacies, and some were chatting about everything under the sun.

Fang Xi waited for a little over an hour before he heard the newcomers next door discussing the very information he sought:

"Sigh. . . another refined corpse has appeared near Jiahe City. Old Song and I teamed up to slay it, but Old Song inadvertently got hit by the corpse poison. . . now we have to buy spirit pills to detoxify him. All told, we'll still be down half a Spirit Stone. Damn these refined corpses!"

A young man at Qi Refinement Layer Three took a sip of wine, his chest full of grievances: "Even if the Situ Clan was annihilated, they still caused immense harm!"

"Fellow Daoist, if you please."

Fang Xi's heart stirred upon hearing this, and he walked over.

"Fellow Daoist, you're too polite. I am Chen Mo. May I ask what advice you have for me? " The young man immediately grew somewhat nervous upon seeing Fang Xi approach.

After all, he was only at Qi Refinement Layer Three, and his friend beside him was even weaker, merely at Qi Refinement Layer Two. Their bodies couldn't help but tense up.

Cultivators mingling in the mortal world were generally like this: low in cultivation, cautious to a fault.

"I have been diligently cultivating in seclusion for the past two years. I just happened to hear you mention the annihilation of the Situ Clan. Might I ask what the situation was?"

Fang Xi casually sat down and began to ask.

"Oh, that. " Chen Mo's expression relaxed: "The Situ Clan and Red Leaf Valley committed many unrighteous deeds and were ordered to be exterminated by the superior sect, the Black Heaven Sect. . . that was about two years ago."

"Oh? I wonder about the specifics? Which forces participated? " Fang Xi continued to inquire.

Chen Mo was a bit surprised, but this was all public information, and no one really cared: "The ones who took action were the Qi Family of Hundred Arts, the Xu Family of Green Leaf, the Shen Family of Heavenly Talismans, the Long Family of Yellow Wind, and also the Song Clan. . . When exterminating Red Leaf Valley and Green Bamboo Mountain market town, everything went smoothly, until they reached the Situ Clan's main base, their ancestral land at Black Water Pool, where they suffered heavy losses!"

"What kind of heavy losses? " Fang Xi showed an interested expression.

"Sigh. . . Originally, the Situ Clan was renowned for its tyrannical and domineering ways. Later, we learned that it was a Demonic Cultivator force, and their ancestor was the Demonic Cultivator 'Situ Jiu' who once ran rampant in a neighboring country. He was highly proficient in the art of Corpse Refinement. . . As for Black Water Pool, its spiritual vein wasn't abundant, and it had poisonous miasma. The only thing worth mentioning was an Yin vein, suitable as a corpse-nurturing ground. . . The Situ Clan truly plotted with great deliberation when they chose this place as their ancestral land!"

"On that day, when the cultivators' grand army reached the Situ Clan, the Situ Clan fought by raising coffins. Thousands of coffins emerged from their gates, and countless buried ancestral corpses rose from their caskets, slaughtering the cultivators' army until blood flowed like rivers. . . Tsk tsk, it's said that the Situ Clan had an ancestral teaching: all cultivator clansmen, upon death, must be buried in the corpse-nurturing ground to become the family's foundation. The way they sprang out this time truly startled the attacking cultivators. It's rumored that there were five or six flying zombies at the Foundation Establishment stage alone, with the leader even reaching the late-stage Foundation Establishment level!"

"However, the Black Heaven Sect dispatched cultivators to supervise the battle. In the end, the clan cultivators set up the 'Heavenly Fire Divine Flame Array,' attacking for several months before barely managing to breach the Situ Clan's defenses. But the most elite portion of the Situ Clan's members had already escaped, transforming into Demonic Cultivators and poisoning the region. . . The attacking Foundation Establishment cultivation families also suffered heavy losses. The Qi Family of Hundred Arts lost a Foundation Establishment Ancestor, the Shen Family of Heavenly Talismans had all its Foundation Establishment cultivators perish, degrading them to a Qi Refinement family. Later, they were even exterminated by the Situ Clan's remnants. The losses were truly severe. . ."

"Conversely, Black Water Pool, where the Situ Clan was located, even though there are still scattered Qi Refinement-level refined corpses lingering, and it has been plundered once already, it has also become the most favored exploration ground for rogue cultivators in the State of Yue recently. . ."

Chen Mo finished speaking in one breath, feeling somewhat parched, and couldn't help but take a sip of tea.

"So convoluted!"

Fang Xi felt a hint of shock upon hearing this.

He hadn't expected the Situ Clan's death throes and counterattack to be so resolute and tragic!

'But the Situ Clan wasn't completely wiped out? Some clan members escaped? I wonder if Situ Qing Qing is among them? Even if she is, she's probably been forced into becoming a Demonic Cultivator. . . '

Fang Xi always felt that the final battle had many issues. It was highly probable that it was a tactic by the Black Heaven Sect to make both sides suffer heavy losses, ultimately benefiting themselves like a fisherman reaping the rewards.

However, there were many clever people in the cultivation world. Everyone could see it, but no one could say it.

Who told the Black Heaven Sect to have a Core Formation Ancestor, after all!

"I wonder what happened to Green Bamboo Mountain market town afterward? " Fang Xi pondered, then asked the question he cared about most.

"I happen to know about that," Ge Hong Dan said, walking over with a smile. "Green Bamboo Mountain market town was originally controlled by the Situ Clan, but it was later breached by the Long Family's Ancestor. . . However, the Long Family suffered heavy losses during the subsequent attack on Black Water Pool and had to relinquish most of their gains. Green Bamboo Mountain itself changed hands several times, truly experiencing a period of chaos. There were rogue cultivators everywhere killing and plundering treasures, and most of the goods sold were adulterated. . . causing most of the nearby cultivators to flee."

"Later, several perfected Qi Refinement rogue cultivators couldn't stand it anymore and formed an alliance called the 'Green Bamboo Association,' taking over the market town's management. After several rounds of rectification and strikes against rogue cultivators, they barely managed to stabilize the market town. Still, its improvement was limited; they could only guarantee no fighting *within* the market town, but outside, they took no responsibility for anything. . . Nevertheless, this made it a rare place for fencing stolen goods in the State of Yue's cultivation world, and its reputation spread."

"A black market within the cultivation world? " Fang Xi murmured to himself, already understanding.

Chapter 64: Fencing the Loot (Congratulating Alliance Lord Hanyu Jiangxiangluan! )

After leaving the Celestial Immortal Pavilion, Fang Xi, fully equipped and with his mindset adjusted, returned to Green Bamboo Mountain.

The mountainside was lush, the verdant bamboo still dripping with dew, yet everything had long since changed, and the people were gone.

Fang Xi arrived at the shantytown where the spirit farmers had once lived, only to find it a scene of shattered walls and crumbling ruins, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

“Indeed, it’s not safe outside the market town, and without Foundation Establishment cultivators to deter. . . where would any spirit farmers be willing to cultivate land? ”

He sighed with emotion, then found his small wooden hut.

Here too was a wasteland of ruins; it seemed widespread collapse had occurred due to a battle of spells.

Smack!

Fang Xi gripped a roof beam and abruptly heaved.

His strength was now astonishingly immense; with a burst of power, a flood of wooden planks and rubble were overturned, revealing shattered tables, chairs, and even some unknown bone fragments.

“Sigh. . . my home is gone. ”

Fang Xi sighed regretfully, then located the spot where he had once dug his cellar.

The entrance to the passage was long since buried under a mass of earth, making it look no different from any other spot.

Fang Xi took out his ghost-head saber, used it like a hoe, and quickly dug down to his original cellar.

“I left in such a hurry back then, didn't take any of these belongings with me. . . ”

He went to a corner and, with practiced ease, dug out a small wine jar.

Upon opening it, a sour smell wafted out.

“What a waste. . . ”

Fang Xi glanced at the label; this was a control group he had set up when he'd first tried brewing wine.

Now, two years later, it was confirmed a failure.

He continued to dig out wine jars, finding that most of the spirit wine was the same—either the jars were broken or the taste had spoiled.

But when a certain jar of spirit wine was opened, Fang Xi's eyes lit up.

Pop!

The mud seal cracked, and a rich aroma of wine wafted out.

“This. . . it worked? ”

Fang Xi sighed with emotion, quickly checked the label, and noted down the original recipe.

He took a sip, then frowned slightly: “The taste is too poor. . . and the spiritual rice's effects are barely there anymore. ”

According to Fang Xi's original vision, his spiritual rice wine should at least taste decent, and also come with some of the effects of a Grain Abstinence Pill.

Facts proved he had thought brewing wine far too simple.

“Alas. . . how many things from ancient times are now but a laughing matter. . . ”

Fang Xi caressed the cellar wall, thinking back to the events of that year, his expression becoming lost in thought.

Then, he lifted the wine jar and poured it into his mouth with a gulping sound.

The wine tasted mediocre, even slightly bitter, but it perfectly matched his current state of mind.

Clang!

After finishing, Fang Xi flung the wine jar, letting it smash against the wall, exploding into countless fragments.

“This place. . . I won't need to come here again. ”

After leaving the cellar, Fang Xi cast one last glance, then turned and strode away.

...

Green Bamboo Mountain Market Town.

Fang Xi raised his head, looking at the newly erected archway, filled with deep emotion.

Now, he had long since changed his appearance to that of Fang Leng, wearing a bamboo hat and a green robe to conceal his figure.

“Fellow Daoist, please step forth. To enter our Green Bamboo Market Town, please pay one spirit crystal! ”

Beneath the archway stood two cultivators, collecting fees from those wishing to enter the market town.

These two cultivators weren't highly cultivated, merely at the mid-stage Qi Refinement, clad in green uniforms with a circle of bamboo marks on their chests, signifying they were members of the 'Green Bamboo Alliance'.

‘In the past, Green Bamboo Mountain Market Town never charged an entry fee. . . ’

Fang Xi grumbled inwardly, yet offered no objection, paying one spirit crystal as was customary, receiving a bamboo token as identification.

“This token only allows you to remain within the formation for twelve hours. Should you exceed the time limit, the formation will inevitably retaliate! ”

When handing over the token, the Green Bamboo Alliance cultivator added a reminder.

“I understand! ”

Fang Xi cupped his fist, hung the token at his waist, and stepped inside the formation beyond the archway.

“This formation. . . it should be a second-order one, but I don't recognize it. . . ”

Although Fang Xi had diligently studied the "Elementary Guide to Formations," unfortunately, he couldn't even be considered a low-grade first-order formation master now, let alone identify the origin of this market town's protective formation.

He could only confirm that it wasn't the previous ‘Sky Azure Water Formation’.

‘For this Green Bamboo Alliance to acquire a second-order mountain-protecting grand formation, they truly have some connections. . . ’

Not long after, Fang Xi arrived inside the market town.

As soon as he entered, a cacophony of bustling sounds assailed him.

He looked around and saw that the layout of Green Bamboo Mountain Market Town had undergone a major transformation; two more streets had been built alongside the main one, and the market square had doubled in size, appearing much grander.

“The leader of the Green Bamboo Alliance truly seems to be a person of strategy and vision. ”

Fang Xi secretly made his assessment.

In the past two years, one Foundation Establishment family after another had fallen, and many major powers had undergone turbulent reshuffling, resulting in a considerable outflow of good items.

It was even rumored that some rogue cultivators had seized this rare opportunity to successfully achieve Foundation Establishment!

The Green Bamboo Alliance occupied Green Bamboo Mountain, transforming the original market town into a black market, which indeed attracted a significant flow of people.

However, most of the cultivators trading here were masked and disguised, each exuding a malevolent aura, not appearing to be good people.

‘It seems. . . I'm not exactly a righteous gentleman myself. . . ’

Fang Xi touched his cheek, first taking a general tour of the market town to get a clear idea of the price fluctuations for artifacts, talismans, and pills.

Then, he began to carefully observe several suitable places for fencing his loot.

Indeed, when Green Bamboo Mountain Market Town was breached back then, he had also gained some spoils.

The storage bag of the youngest of the Kou Brothers contained quite a few good items.

For instance, ‘Golden Grain Pills,’ which he couldn't use himself, naturally had to be sold off at the opportune moment.

Furthermore, Fang Xi, the 'Elder of Three Bags,' still had two storage bags filled with various demon beast materials he had collected over the years.

“The Heavenly Talisman Hall is gone, and so is the Hundred Arts Tower. . . It's only natural that the Foundation Establishment forces behind these two suffered heavy losses in the battle at Black Water Pool. ”

Behind the Hundred Arts Tower was the Qi family, a Foundation Establishment clan, which lost a grand Foundation Establishment cultivator. The Shen family, behind the Heavenly Talisman Hall, fared even worse, having been annihilated.

The Mingqing Pavilion, however, was still there. Fang Xi remembered that Fairy Yun Meng's original surname seemed to be Xu, making her a member of the Green Leaf Xu family!

The Green Leaf Xu family was indeed the Foundation Establishment force behind the Mingqing Pavilion.

But at this moment, Fang Xi had no inclination whatsoever to go for tea.

Thinking of Fairy Yun Meng, he couldn't help but think of Shen Hao Ran. Oh, that one was likely finished.

And Chen Ping, Lu Zhi, Reverend Jiu Xuan, Di Qi. . .

These former companions, he wondered what their fates were now.

Fang Xi sighed, then steadied his mind and, drawing on his experience, walked into the largest and most luxurious shop in the area.

This shop was called ‘Myriad Seas Pavilion,’ he had already found out; it was backed by the Song family!

The Song family was truly renowned in the State of Yue, serving as the paramount leader among all cultivation families, with their influence second only to the Black Heaven Sect!

Other Foundation Establishment families still had to add a prefix to distinguish themselves from others with the same surname.

But the Song family? There was only one in the State of Yue!

It was said that within the Song family, there was a Grand Elder at the perfected Foundation Establishment stage! Moreover, the number of Foundation Establishment cultivators exceeded five!

It was precisely with this confidence that they could even defy the Black Heaven Sect's commands and had reaped substantial rewards in the last campaign to eliminate Red Leaf Valley and the Situ family.

‘The larger the power, the more they value their reputation. . . As long as no immense profit is involved, they can still be considered moderately trustworthy. ’

‘The Song family's threshold, at least, should be a bit higher than the Hundred Arts Tower's, right? ’

With these thoughts, Fang Xi entered the Myriad Seas Pavilion.

“Esteemed guest, what may I help you with? Our Myriad Seas Pavilion has everything, from artifacts and pills to spirit talismans, formations, even spirit beasts and alchemical cauldrons! ”

A young attendant in a sky-blue long gown immediately came forward to greet him.

“I wish to sell some items. Send someone who can make decisions. ”

Fang Xi surveyed the environment within the Myriad Seas Pavilion, then frowned again: “And. . . it's too messy and noisy in here. ”

“Esteemed guest, please come upstairs to a private room. ”

The attendant immediately complied, leading Fang Xi upstairs into a designated private room.

The private room was spacious, and from an incense burner on the table, calming incense smoke gently rose.

Not long after, a maidservant entered and offered spiritual tea.

‘This Song family is indeed quite affluent. ’

Fang Xi inhaled, feeling his internal magic power slightly fluctuate, and couldn't help but sigh with admiration.

However, he still did not drink it.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the door reopened. A male cultivator, dressed in a sea-blue magical robe, wearing a jade crown, and with sharp, star-like brows, entered and bowed first: “This one is Song Qing. May I know Fellow Daoist's name? ”

“My name is Fang Leng! ”

Fang Xi replied coolly.

“Ah, so it is Fellow Daoist Fang. May I inquire why you have graced our Myriad Seas Pavilion with your presence? ” Song Qing's manner of dealing with guests was clearly professionally trained; his every movement exuded politeness.

Yet, between his brows, there was a faint hint of arrogance.

This was quite normal, after all, he was a member of the Song clan.

Moreover, cultivators often appreciated this approach.

“I've come to sell some things, and also to purchase a few. ”

After reaching the third stage of Body Cultivation, and according to Linghu Shan, the martial path of Da Liang had reached a dead end. Fang Xi, of course, had to change course promptly.

And with his dismal spiritual root, if he wanted to advance his ‘Evergreen Art’, he would likely still need to rely on pills.

“Oh, then I shall be enlightened today. ”

Song Qing sat down, took a sip of spiritual tea, and a hint of anticipation appeared in his eyes.

Then, he watched as Fang Xi pulled a medicinal bottle from his storage bag and placed it on the table.

Song Qing picked up the bottle, opened it, and sniffed: “Hmm. . . a first-order, superior-grade spiritual pill—Golden Grain Pill. It's suitable for late-stage Qi Refinement cultivators with a metal spirit root to increase their magic power. Each pill is worth twenty low-grade spirit stones. There are five here, and their medicinal properties are intact. This establishment can acquire them for ninety spirit stones. What do you think, Fellow Daoist? ”

“Acceptable. ”

Fang Xi thought for a moment, then took out some more spiritual materials from his storage bag to dispose of.

That third brother of the Kou family, while probably killing and seizing treasures, also incidentally snatched many miscellaneous items. Fang Xi had no use for them, so he simply sold them all together.

After Song Qing's individual assessment, they amounted to about sixty-five spirit stones.

“In that case. . . the total owed to Fellow Daoist is one hundred and fifty-five low-grade spirit stones. ”

Song Qing finished counting, swept his sleeve, and collected the Golden Grain Pills and other items. On the table, only a pile of colorful low-grade spirit stones remained: “Fellow Daoist may count them to confirm the amount. ”

Fang Xi nodded, and indeed began counting with meticulous care.

Seeing this scene, the smile on Song Qing's face widened: “May I ask what items Fellow Daoist wishes to purchase from our establishment? Within our pavilion, we have all manner of rare treasures and exotic items; surely we can satisfy Fellow Daoist's needs. ”

Chapter 65: Eternal Evergreen (Celebrating Alliance Leader Yusheng Jiangxiangluan! )

"Everything imaginable? "

Fang Xi had originally intended to just buy two bottles of 'Wood Origin Pills' and leave.

But upon hearing Song Qing's boastful tone, he couldn't help but ask on a whim, "Do you also have spiritual items or secret methods that can enhance wood spirit root aptitude?"

The smug expression on Song Qing's face immediately froze. He then thought seriously for a moment and asked, "Is Fellow Daoist Fang's spirit root primarily wood-attribute?"

"Precisely!"

Fang Xi's heart stirred. Could it truly exist?

"Haha, isn't that a coincidence?"

Song Qing clapped his hands. "What Fellow Daoist seeks, this establishment truly has!"

"Is Fellow Daoist Song perhaps making fun of me? " Fang Xi eyed him suspiciously.

Could it be that his previous knowledge was too limited, and improving aptitude was actually a simple matter in the Southern Barrens Cultivation World?

"Actually, as soon as I explain this method, Fellow Daoist will surely understand it's real. It is. . . " Song Qing didn't keep him in suspense, stating directly, "Possessing a wood-attribute spirit body is enough!"

If Fang Xi hadn't refrained from drinking the spirit tea, his spit would have splattered all over Song Qing's face.

"Cough, cough. . . I am not a cultivator with a spirit body, not even a latent one!"

Fang Xi was very certain of this point.

"Haha. . . who says a spirit body has to be innate? " Song Qing chuckled. "In the cultivation world, there are countless miraculous techniques and secret methods. Cultivating a special spirit body later on is not impossible!"

At this moment, Fang Xi's heart pounded with excitement!

But the next instant, he regained his composure, smiling bitterly. "Even if it exists, there's no guarantee of its authenticity. And. . . I probably can't afford it."

Although the temptation was great, Fang Xi knew one thing: there was no free lunch in this world!

As long as you don't gamble, you'll never lose!

"Haha. . . I can swear a Heart Demon Oath, this secret method is absolutely real."

Song Qing seemed to have already anticipated Fang Xi's reaction, saying with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, why not listen first. . . This secret art, incidentally, has quite a deep connection with the Green Bamboo Mountain Market and the Situ Clan. Has Fellow Daoist ever heard of the Purple Mystical Mountain mystic realm?"

Fang Xi's heart slightly stirred. "That mystic realm is renowned. It's said to have been divided up by the Situ Clan and Red Leaf Valley, and both clans were subsequently annihilated because of it!"

"Precisely! " Song Qing clapped his hands and chuckled. "This secret art was obtained by my Song Clan from the Situ Clan's treasure vault. According to information gathered from soul-searching captives, it originated from the Purple Mystical Mountain mystic realm! It's just a pity. . . this secret art is only suitable for cultivators who practice wood-attribute cultivation methods, and its conditions are quite harsh. Otherwise, my clan would absolutely not take it out for sale."

As he spoke, he took out an emerald-green jade slip from his storage bag, with a talisman affixed to it.

Fang Xi made no attempt to hide the burning intensity in his eyes. "Is this the jade slip from the Situ Clan's treasure vault?"

"Of course not, it's just a duplicate, but it's imprinted with a spell, guaranteed to be identical to the original!"

To ensure this point, Song Qing actually made a Heart Demon Oath, guaranteeing its authenticity.

Any cultivator can encounter Heart Demons, especially during emotional agitation and breakthroughs to major realms, where the danger is great.

Song Qing was only in the late-stage Qi Refinement realm at such a young age, so guaranteeing it with his cultivation path still held some credibility.

Fang Xi, however, sneered. "Pills, talismans, and artifacts are consumed one by one. . . but cultivation methods can be duplicated infinitely. The shopkeeper certainly plays a good abacus."

"Fellow Daoist, you misunderstand me. Within my clan, there are only a handful of these duplicates. We absolutely will not sell any more."

Song Qing resolutely pushed the jade slip over. "This jade slip has a restriction on it. Fellow Daoist can only view a small portion."

This was standard practice when purchasing cultivation method items; otherwise, with a cultivator's memory, they might memorize everything after just a few glances.

Fang Xi took it and placed the jade slip on his forehead.

"Longevity Art!"

He quickly saw the name of this secret art.

Looking at the introduction, he found that much of it was obscured, but he could generally make out that it primarily involved cultivating spirit plants, absorbing the essence of flora, and so on. . . It was indeed a method for cultivating an acquired spirit body!

"It's actually real."

Fang Xi's expression was one of shock. He put down the jade slip and looked at Song Qing. "May I ask the price of this 'Longevity Art' secret method?"

"Heh heh, not expensive at all, just five hundred spirit stones. " Song Qing smiled. "If Fellow Daoist doesn't have enough spirit stones on hand, this establishment also accepts various spiritual items as collateral."

At this moment, he seemed to finally reveal his true intention!

Fang Xi hesitated for a long while before gritting his teeth and taking out a storage bag. He swept his hand over it, and sheets of monster hides immediately appeared.

"Monster materials?"

Song Qing's eyes lit up, and he quickly began to appraise them. "First-order mid-grade monster wolf hide, well-preserved. . . What kind of monster beast is this? I haven't seen it before, but it's also first-order mid-grade. . . Monster wolf teeth, a bit damaged, ah. . ."

Fang Xi emptied two one-cubic-foot storage bags in succession. Fortunately, he had visited Han Pang Zi earlier and acquired quite a lot of monster materials; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to gather this much.

In the end, he sold them for over two hundred spirit stones in total. These, combined with the proceeds from selling Golden Grain Pills and the more than one hundred spirit stones Fang Xi already possessed, finally barely amounted to five hundred spirit stones.

Song Qing also solemnly drafted a contract, in duplicate. After both had imprinted their spiritual power, he said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Fang, the transaction is settled!"

He collected the large pile of spirit stones, then chanted a secret incantation. With a flash of light in his hand, he tore off the talisman on the jade slip.

This was a special restriction; if not followed according to specific steps, it would surely self-destruct!

However, within Song Qing's smile, there seemed to be a different kind of meaning.

Seeing this, Fang Xi's heart couldn't help but sink. But for him, monster materials were practically worthless; it was just a matter of spending a few spirit stones to buy a possibility.

At this moment, he picked up the emerald jade slip and placed it on his forehead.

Not long after, his face turned pale then flushed, and his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

Pah!

Fang Xi slammed the table heavily, his eyes splitting with rage, filled with bloodshot veins. "You, surnamed Song. . . You tricked me? !"

"What do you mean by that, Fellow Daoist? " Song Qing moved a short distance away as if he had expected it, saying with a smile, "I swore a Heart Demon Oath. Is the secret method introduced in this jade slip not a method for cultivating an acquired spirit body?"

"But. . . but this f***ing thing. . ."

Fang Xi stood up, seemingly about to attack at a word's disagreement, then sneered, "This Heaven and Earth Spiritual Root, and the time-consuming conditions, are indeed extremely harsh!"

Seeing that Fang Xi actually managed to control his anger, Song Qing was a bit surprised.

"Fellow Daoist, aren't you afraid of ruining Myriad Sea Pavilion's reputation by doing this? " Fang Xi said, his face turning a bit green again.

"Didn't Fellow Daoist read the contract? This establishment sold you a method for cultivating an acquired spirit body for five hundred spirit stones. You've clearly gained a great advantage, so what's wrong with that? We didn't force you to buy or sell; you actively came forward!"

Song Qing responded with a sneer. "If Fellow Daoist slanders my Myriad Sea Pavilion's reputation outside without real evidence, my Song Clan is not to be trifled with!"

He deliberately emphasized the words 'Song Clan'!

"This loss. . . I've taken it. Shopkeeper, could you perhaps return some spirit stones to me, even a hundred would be fine!"

Fang Xi's face changed ceaselessly, as if a dye shop had opened. Finally, he reluctantly forced out a smile, bowing and pleading pitifully.

"Heh heh. . ."

Song Qing's expression was like an iceberg. "Customer. . . you should leave now."

He was utterly bold and fearless, for Myriad Sea Pavilion's defenses were at least second-order!

"Very well, green mountains won't change, green rivers flow on forever. We'll meet again sometime!"

Fang Xi rose, dejected, and walked out of Myriad Sea Pavilion.

His steps quickened, and in a flash, he disappeared into the crowd.

After changing direction several times and altering his appearance multiple times, confirming that no one was following him, Fang Xi let out a long breath.

Stroking his storage bag, his spiritual sense perceiving the emerald-green jade slip within, he struggled to control his facial muscles to keep from laughing aloud.

The 'Longevity Art' was indeed a huge scam!

According to this secret art, cultivating an acquired spirit body naturally required incredibly harsh conditions.

Leaving aside the wood-attribute spirit root for now, its truly harsh aspect lay in needing to refine a 'Heaven and Earth Spiritual Root' as a foundation, to be refined into the cultivator's 'Life-Bound Spirit Plant'!

Only then could one continuously cultivate the Life-Bound Spirit Plant, absorbing its essence of flora and the power of the sun, moon, and annual rings, to temper the cultivator's own wood-attribute acquired spirit body!

This so-called 'Heaven and Earth Spiritual Root' was best obtained from heaven and earth treasures; at minimum, a third-order spirit plant would barely suffice. For a Qi Refinement cultivator, it was naturally a bottomless pit!

Not only that, the spirit plant also needed a suitable spirit vein to grow!

In other words, one would also need a spiritual vein land of at least third-order to plant the spiritual root and cultivate properly!

And this wasn't even the most scamming part of the 'Longevity Art'!

The biggest trick was that when cultivating this spell, the cultivator could not be too far from their Life-Bound Spirit Plant; they had to stay together for years to have an effect. Once separated for too long, the cultivation would immediately fail!

And the time involved was often measured in centuries!

"A hundred years for an Azure Wood Spirit Body, a thousand years for a Wood Spirit Body, ten thousand years for an Eternal Evergreen Body, which is the rumored 'Longevity Dao Body' capable of achieving immortality and enlightenment!"

"This cultivation method, it really is. . ."

To be honest, when Fang Xi saw it, he felt a bit speechless.

Even the lowest-grade Azure Wood Spirit Body required at least a third-order spiritual root, and it had to take root and be cultivated for a hundred years in a third-order spiritual land, during which the cultivator could not leave!

"A third-order spirit vein land. . . perhaps only the Black Heaven Sect in the entire State of Yue has one?"

"Even if all these problems were solved, if it takes a hundred years to cultivate an acquired spirit body, I'd have long since died of old age!"

"Not to mention the Wood Spirit Body, perhaps only a Core Formation Old Ancestor, or even a Nascent Soul True Monarch, would have enough lifespan to even attempt it? But since they can already achieve Core Formation and Nascent Soul, their spirit roots must be extraordinary, and they might have even awakened innate spirit bodies long ago. Why would they cultivate some broken acquired spirit body?"

"This is a f***ing chicken rib! Drawing a snake and adding feet!"

"Although it's mentioned later that one can prepare specialized spirit liquids to promote the growth of the spirit plant, the cost is astronomical. . . Especially the highest-grade 'Creation Spirit Liquid,' which is said to make a spirit plant instantly grow for a hundred years with just one drop. But I've never even heard of that stuff! Perhaps it can be found in the Immortal World, but it most likely doesn't exist in the Southern Barrens Cultivation World!"

Song Qing of Myriad Sea Pavilion clearly intended to use this Longevity Art to scam spirit stones!

But Fang Xi still let himself be scammed!

Because he suddenly remembered that demonic tree in Black Stone City!

Chapter 66: Three Types of Spirit Bodies (For Alliance Leader Tianqiong Yunhai! )

“That Demonic Tree was able to grow in a place like Da Liang, where spiritual energy is sparse, so it shouldn't have high demands for spirit veins. . . ”

“And, by devouring flesh and blood, it grew quite fast, changing day by day. . . ”

“I wonder if it counts as a ‘Heaven and Earth Spirit Root’? ”

Although Fang Xi had no way to deal with the Demonic Tree at the moment, his storage bag still contained three dusty, unassuming tree seeds left over from when he killed the wooden men!

It was precisely this realization that made Fang Xi somewhat excited.

If he could cultivate an Acquired Spirit Body, his low-grade spirit root aptitude might truly see promise on the path of cultivation!

Therefore, everything he had done in Wan Hai Lou was merely an act.

Since Song Qing wanted to put on a show, he simply played along.

In any case, the other party had indeed harbored ill intentions towards him from the start, and that grudge was duly noted.

“However, this means all the monster materials I’ve accumulated over the years are gone. . . I should go to Da Liang to restock. . . ”

Fang Xi had long coveted those eight great demon kings, especially the leading Flood Dragon King.

As he walked out of the Green Bamboo Mountain Market, he immediately felt several gazes fall upon him, and couldn't help but sneer inwardly:

“As expected of the most chaotic black market, killing and seizing treasures have almost formed a complete industry here. . . ”

However, Fang Xi was not afraid in the slightest.

He was now a True Vigor Martial Saint, and his Grandmaster-level externalized True Vigor could completely withstand artifact attacks.

His defense was unparalleled until his True Vigor was exhausted.

This was comparable to a third-stage body cultivator, and with his other immortal cultivation methods, he could even contend with a late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator!

To Fang Xi’s surprise, these gazes dispersed shortly after they fixed on him.

And he didn't encounter any bandit cultivators until he had left the Green Bamboo Mountain area.

“This. . . perhaps the Green Bamboo Association maintains a decent surface order? ”

“Or did they see how shabby I looked and thought I didn't have much worth stealing? ”

This was a good thing.

Thus, Fang Xi immediately sped up, leaving the Green Bamboo Mountain area far behind.

Outside Jiahe City.

In a desolate mountain, Fang Xi manipulated his superior-grade artifact, the Golden Flood Dragon Shears, to hack away wildly, carving a cave dwelling out of the rocky mountain body.

He then moved a giant boulder to block the entrance of the cave, and affixed a 'protection talisman' to it.

Only after completing all this did Fang Xi let out a long breath.

This trip to the Green Bamboo Mountain Market had been a bit hasty.

But he hadn't expected such enormous gains!

With burning eyes, Fang Xi took out the jade slip recording the 'Longevity Art' and began to carefully comprehend it.

Sharpening the axe doesn't delay the chopping of wood!

There was no spirit vein here, and with his low-grade spirit root, even cultivating for ten days to half a month wouldn't yield much progress.

It was better to comprehend cultivation methods!

Three days later.

Fang Xi put down the jade slip, his head feeling heavy.

He took a Bigu Pill and promptly fell asleep.

He slept for another day and night before getting up, fully refreshed. After a moment of contemplation, he took out the three seeds from his storage bag.

These three seeds, with their dusty, unremarkable surfaces, had been carefully sealed by Fang Xi, because they were all products of the original Demonic Tree!

"To cultivate the 'Longevity Art', one must first possess a spirit root with a predominant wood attribute. I meet this prerequisite."

"Next, I need to find a seedling or seed of a Heaven and Earth Spirit Root!"

Regarding the selection of a Heaven and Earth Spirit Root, the jade slip also provided methods of identification, which Fang Xi had mainly focused on comprehending these past few days!

Although he didn't know the exact species of the Demonic Tree, judging by its original body, reaching the third-order Core Formation level shouldn't be difficult.

However, at this moment, identification was still necessary.

Fang Xi chanted incantations, and obscure, difficult-to-pronounce syllables echoed within the cave dwelling.

He stretched out his right hand, and a point of emerald green light suddenly appeared on the tip of his index finger.

With a solemn expression, Fang Xi channeled this point of light into one of the tree seeds.

Thump-thump!

In a trance, he seemed to hear the heartbeat of this tree seed.

Immediately after, a layer of bloody light actually emerged on the dusty surface of the seed.

"A reaction!"

Seeing this, Fang Xi’s face lit up with joy: "It meets the conditions! It can be refined into a Life-Bound Spirit Plant!"

To be safe, he then tested the other two seeds and found that their vitality was also quite robust, meeting the requirements for refining.

In the end, Fang Xi naturally chose the tree seed with the most vibrant vitality and the strongest aura, sealing it away properly for future use.

As for the other two, they were also safely stored.

At this point, he realized that these Demonic Tree seeds, at least comparable to third-order spirit plants, might be the most precious items he possessed!

'Too bad. . . I really don't dare to go back to Black Stone City. . . '

Fang Xi had no fear of the demons of Da Liang World.

But the true demonic entities were too strange; it was better to avoid them.

Especially when his strength was still low!

Fang Xi now regarded cultivating the 'Longevity Art' as his top priority.

With his aptitude, if not for the improvement of a spirit body, wanting to advance further on the path of immortal cultivation would basically be a pipe dream.

‘The spirit body cultivated by the ‘Longevity Art’ will inevitably be a wood-element spirit body. . . The longer it cultivates, the stronger the spirit body becomes, with centuries, millennia, and ten millennia as the benchmarks! ’

‘The Demonic Tree should grow quite fast. . . I wonder if anything will change after transplanting it? ’

Once the Life-Bound Spirit Plant was determined, the next step was to find a spirit vein location to plant the spirit root.

This aspect was originally a huge pitfall, as most spirit vein locations in the State of Yue were occupied by powerful forces.

Fortunately, the Demonic Tree’s demand for spiritual energy should be very low.

However, Fang Xi still decided to choose a place with more abundant spiritual energy if possible!

“Theoretically, the more abundant the spiritual energy, the faster the spirit plant grows. . . Although the Demonic Tree may not care about this, I do! ”

He didn’t know how many years the Longevity Art would take to cultivate, but during this period, Fang Xi himself certainly had to cultivate as well!

The Longevity Art was merely a method for cultivating an Acquired Spirit Body; it couldn’t increase cultivation base. If he delayed his cultivation for decades because of it, even if the spirit body eventually succeeded, Fang Xi would already be an old man, only able to end his life in melancholic despair!

“While cultivating the spirit body, it’s best to also utilize the spirit vein to cultivate the Evergreen Spring Technique! Only then will I have a chance to break through to the Qi Refinement Perfected stage before my lifespan limit and have an opportunity to attempt Foundation Establishment! ”

Fang Xi himself was already a True Vigor Martial Saint, so living for two sexagenary cycles was no problem at all. Furthermore, before his death, his blood and qi would be deeply preserved, and his physical strength incredibly abundant, so the blood and qi hurdle, one of the three essence, qi, and spirit hurdles for Foundation Establishment, posed no issue.

Because he needed to cultivate the Evergreen Spring Technique himself, Fang Xi did not consider planting the Demonic Tree in the Da Liang world.

Although the risk would be smaller there.

After all, cultivating the 'Longevity Art' and nurturing an Acquired Spirit Body required absorbing a large amount of pure spiritual energy, and Da Liang was truly a cultivation desert. . . extremely unsuitable for cultivation.

“And there’s the Demonic Tree’s blood food problem. . . In this regard, I do have Taisui meat! ”

Fang Xi thought of that Taisui; he had also brought it to Three Yuan City and occasionally cut off some meat to eat.

“I just don’t know how fast the Demonic Tree will grow. . . but I must be prepared to at least stay confined to one place for twenty or thirty years. . . ”

The biggest pitfall of cultivating the 'Longevity Art' was that during the long period of cultivation, one could not leave the range of the spirit plant.

Perhaps one could leave for a short time, but once the time was too long and the connection was severed, all efforts would be wasted!

Once this weakness was discovered by enemies, he could very likely be trapped and killed!

“It would be best to find an uninhabited spirit vein location, stockpile a large amount of food, talismans, spirit stones. . . and then cultivate the Longevity Art to completion in one go! ”

“At least. . . I need to cultivate an Acquired ‘Azure Wood Spirit Body’, right? ”

This Longevity Art boasted greatly, speaking of things like the Wood Spirit Body and Longevity Dao Body that only existed in legends.

But the aptitude of an 'Azure Wood Spirit Body', also called 'Azure Wood Spirit Body', Fang Xi had heard of.

It was said that decades ago, the Spirit Seeker of the 'Green Wood Sect' from the State of Mu, a neighbor of the State of Yue, discovered a genius possessing a 'Profound Water Spirit Body' in the State of Yue!

Although this individual only had a mid-grade water spirit root, coupled with their 'Profound Water Spirit Body', their cultivation speed was in no way inferior to a peerless genius with an Earth-grade water spirit root. They were immediately taken away, and their family soared to prominence, all moving together to the State of Mu.

Then, the Black Heaven Sect, upon learning of this, was furious, and almost went to war with the Green Wood Sect!

Because this was a major event that nearly triggered a war between the immortal cultivation worlds of two nations, it had been a popular topic of discussion for decades, and even Fang Xi had heard about it repeatedly.

This 'Profound Water Spirit Body' was a physique similar to the 'Azure Wood Spirit Body'.

“I’m not greedy; being able to cultivate an Acquired Azure Wood Spirit Body, which combined can be comparable to a superior-grade spirit root, is enough. . . ”

Fang Xi muttered to himself: "If I'm to be confined for a long time, the most useful thing would be formations. . . I can't let my array dao inheritance fall behind! If truly necessary, I can only buy some large array disks. . ."

As for inviting an array master to set up a formation? That wouldn't be good for his privacy, so Fang Xi wouldn't consider it.

“Sigh. . . I’m still too passive. ”

Fang Xi disliked being passive. Although even if his weakness were discovered and he faced a major enemy siege, at a crucial moment, he could abandon the Demonic Tree and cross worlds to save himself.

But the 'Longevity Art' would inevitably fail completely!

Just as Fang Xi was thoroughly pondering his future plans, he suddenly recalled the scene of the Demonic Tree controlling numerous demonic servants and rampaging through Black Stone City.

Then, a light ignited in his eyes: "Hmm. . . I can't leave my Life-Bound Spirit Plant too far, but puppets should be able to. . . This is the most convenient supplement, puppet arts?"

Once his thoughts opened up, Fang Xi realized that beast taming arts were also quite good; they could help him, a person inconvenient to move, do many things.

This was the convenience of immortal cultivators; because they were quite comprehensive, most problems had indirect solutions.

“These puppet arts and beast taming arts are not as widely spread as the four cultivation arts, so finding their inheritance might be a bit troublesome. . . but if I throw enough spirit stones at it, and don't aim for top-tier grades, I should be able to find some, right? ”

Speaking of beast taming arts, Fang Xi thought of the abundant monster resources in the Da Liang world, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He had once worried that carrying living beings across two worlds would expose his secret.

But if he could completely control the life and death of the monster, then it wouldn’t be much of a problem.

“Hmm. . . Before bringing the Taisui over, it would be best to first sign a master-servant contract. . . ”

“This way, I can completely eliminate the possibility of it rebelling. ”

Thinking of this, Fang Xi looked at the Demonic Tree seed in his hand and instantly felt it wasn’t so appealing anymore.

To be absolutely safe, before refining this seed, he should use the methods from the 'Longevity Art' to cleanse and refine it multiple times to ensure there were no issues. . .

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Chapter 67: Planning to Slay the Flood Dragon (Congratulations to the Heaven's Vault Cloud Sea Alliance Leader! )

The Da Liang World.

At the foot of Yuan He Mountain.

Whether it was purchasing formations, or scouring for inheritances of puppet arts and beast taming arts, all required a vast amount of Spirit Stones!

Fang Xi, with a lean purse, naturally chose to cross over immediately to seek trouble with the Eight Great Demon Kings.

Although the Da Liang World still had a heap of messy affairs, to his current self, they were but a gentle breeze upon his face.

After all, a Grandmaster represented the peak of the human body's limits!

Coupled with a cultivator's methods, even if surrounded by tens of thousands of troops, Fang Xi could still leisurely depart.

Thus, he wasn't concerned about the issue of exposure.

"Who goes there?"

Before the Blood Gate, a mountain-guarding disciple saw a young man float gracefully towards them. The rugged mountain path beneath the newcomer's feet seemed as flat as level ground. He couldn't help but ask cautiously.

"I am Fang Leng! " Fang Xi offered a benign smile. "I've come to visit the mountain! I ask that Grandmaster Linghu Shan grant me an audience!"

Hmm, after all, it was his first visit since becoming a Grandmaster, so it had to be a bit more formal.

The next moment, that Yuan He Mountain disciple seemed to go weak in the knees, plopped backward, and then stumbled and crawled away, running back frantically.

As he ran, he let out a hoarse, grating cry: "Oh no! The Great Demon Ghost-Fearing has come to visit the mountain! ! !"

Fang Xi: ". . ."

...

"Hahahaha!"

An hour later, on Thunder Peak.

Linghu Shan guffawed, utterly without decorum, slapping his thigh as he laughed.

"What 'disciples of Ding Province's foremost martial arts power'! Every one of them is as timid as a mouse. . . I say, your Yuan He Mountain's education has serious problems! " Fang Xi said with a wry face. "I've always been benevolent towards others. When did I become a Great Demon?"

"Heh heh. . . " Linghu Shan held back his laughter. "You killed two of the Ding Province Army's eight captains, and countless True Force Martial Master experts with steel sinews and iron bones. . . Every time you, Ghost-Fearing, appear, you 'cleanse with blood' the martial arts elite of Three Yuan City. If that's not a Great Demon, what is? I hadn't given any instructions to my disciples, and with your formal visit this time, they thought you were going to wipe out my entire Yuan He Mountain sect!"

"Sigh. . . If others hadn't forced me this time, I wouldn't have wanted to."

Fang Xi sighed and asked, "How are my two disciples doing?"

"Don't worry, they're currently being pampered with good food and drink, for fear that you'll fly into a rage again and massacre Three Yuan City's elite. . ."

Linghu Shan showed a disdainful smile. "Those people. . . their ability to adapt to changing circumstances is quite something."

He then turned to Fang Xi, clucking in wonder, "I have yet to congratulate little friend on breaking through to the Martial Saint realm and achieving the Grandmaster stage! This old man originally thought that even with your exceptional talent, it would take at least ten years. I never expected it would be barely two years. Little friend, you're not yet thirty, are you? Tsk tsk. . . a Grandmaster under thirty, even looking across the entire world, ranks among the best."

'Actually, I'm not even twenty yet. . . '

Fang Xi thought for a moment, decided not to mention it, and asked, "With this aptitude, do you think I can join the 'Grandmaster Society'?"

He was quite interested in that organization.

The Da Liang martial arts path only went as far as True Vigor Martial Saint, which was equivalent to the Body Cultivation Third Layer, still a bit low.

Fang Xi still wanted to achieve Foundation Establishment-level body cultivation, and then feed that back into his own Qi Refinement realm!

Since there was no path ahead in martial arts, he would forcefully carve one out.

On this matter, Fang Xi had some confidence.

Because he now had Spirit Stones and strength, he could completely purchase body cultivation techniques from the cultivation world, or even techniques for the Body Cultivation Fourth Layer as reference!

Although the two sides were vastly different, there were always complementary aspects.

The reason he stubbornly stuck to this world's martial arts was naturally because this path cultivated blood-qi, which was quite different from the body cultivation techniques of the cultivation world, and might be greatly beneficial for breaking through the blood-qi bottleneck of Foundation Establishment!

'If it truly won't work, then I'll switch to the orthodox body cultivation path. . . Anyway, initially, I just wanted to quickly become strong through martial arts and gain the power to protect myself. '

"You want to join those madmen? " Linghu Shan shook his head, then nodded. "With such talent, they'll definitely agree. After all, your innate ability might be useful for their exploration of the path beyond Grandmaster. . . But be careful, the people in the Grandmaster Society aren't easy to deal with!"

"Thank you for the guidance."

Fang Xi cupped his hands and finally got to the serious business. "Previously, I promised you that once I became a Grandmaster, I would definitely join forces with you to kill that vicious flood dragon. . ."

A glint of excitement flashed across Linghu Shan's face. "Little friend is truly a man of his word!"

The flood dragon of Old Dragon Pond had a deep enmity with him; he had been thinking of revenge for a long time.

"However, 'know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated! '" Fang Xi said. "I need the most detailed information about it!"

The Demon Kings of Da Liang were at least late-stage Qi Refinement demon beasts.

And possessing the bloodline of a flood dragon made them even harder to deal with; they might even turn the tables!

Fang Xi didn't believe that his advancement to True Vigor Martial Saint made him invincible.

"Naturally. . ."

Linghu Shan entered the house and soon emerged with a thick stack of documents. "Everything about that beast, this old man has been watching closely!"

Fang Xi casually took them, his eyes flickered, and he quickly flipped through them.

The intelligence from Yuan He Mountain was indeed very detailed. From the destructive power of that dragon-blooded snake demon, it truly didn't exceed the strength of a Qi Refinement stage demon beast, which finally put his mind at ease.

"Actually. . . as long as it's a demon beast, even a Demon King can be besieged to death regardless of cost. However, the eight great Demon Kings of Ding Province each have their own unique characteristics. . ."

Linghu Shan added, "For example, the Great Peng King can fly. . . And this Flood Dragon King, not only are its scales impervious to swords and spears, with only divine weapons and sharp artifacts capable of slightly piercing its defense, but if anything goes wrong, it will also hide in Old Dragon Pond. . . Although Old Dragon Pond is named a pond, it's incredibly deep. I suspect there's an underground water vein connecting it to the nearby 'Coiling Dragon Lake', making it extremely difficult to kill!"

"Difficult to break through its defense?"

Fang Xi put down the documents and stretched.

In that short period, he had already read through all the documents. "How does it compare to a Grandmaster's True Vigor?"

"Even better! " Linghu Shan's expression was solemn. "What's more. . . our Grandmasters' true vigor always runs the risk of exhaustion, but that beast's scales and hide are eternally present."

For a Grandmaster to manifest True Vigor was also quite an exhausting affair, draining their physical strength and blood-qi. And a demon beast's fur and scale defenses were, of course, permanently present.

This was the biggest difference!

"No point in more talk, how about. . . we exchange a few blows? " Fang Xi was a little excited. Since advancing to True Vigor Martial Saint, he hadn't yet sparred with anyone!

"This. . . let's skip it. This old man is already old, I can't compare to you young people. . . " Linghu Shan habitually tried to shirk the effort.

"What if I said, I have a method to break through the flood dragon's scales, and I need you to cooperate and test it out? " Fang Xi immediately threw out the bait.

"Then this old man can only accompany you even at the risk of my life. " A glint flashed in Linghu Shan's eyes, and he immediately agreed.

...

Thunder Peak.

The back mountain.

An open ground, surrounded by strangely shaped black stones, piled up in bizarre and fantastical ways.

"This place will do. . ."

Linghu Shan walked to the center of the flat ground and spoke calmly.

Rip!

The next moment, his figure suddenly grew taller, transforming from an unassuming old man into a giant over two meters tall!

Not only that, but muscles bulged on his arms, thighs. . . even tearing apart his original clothes.

Swoosh!

With a movement of his body, he was already before Fang Xi, his five fingers like carrying wind and thunder, clawing out like lightning.

"Secret Art: Five Thunders Extreme Transformation!"

This secret art, in the hands of a True Force Martial Master versus a True Vigor Martial Saint, was completely different!

In Linghu Shan's hands, every one of his fingers burst forth with true vigor, forming a giant claw encircled by electrical light, its power astonishing!

"Getting serious right from the start, are we!"

Fang Xi chuckled lightly and retreated.

As he leaped backward, wisps of blood-red true vigor also emitted from his entire body and pores, enveloping his front, as if forming a blood-red breastplate.

Zzzzz!

The true vigor giant claw, entwined with lightning, clutched at the breastplate, emitting an ear-splitting clang that made one's teeth ache.

Although the breastplate was deformed by the grip, it ultimately did not break through.

'The reason a True Vigor Martial Saint can be compared to a late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator is because of the existence of true vigor! '

Fang Xi's feet moved as if every step produced a lotus, retreating seven steps in a row. Watching this scene, he was deep in thought.

A Grandmaster projecting true vigor outward to form protective armor could completely withstand Qi Refinement stage spells and artifact attacks!

This was the true reliance of a Martial Saint!

As for the physical body?

Even if his steel sinews and iron bones were further strengthened, his bones would probably only be able to block mid to high-grade artifacts.

Any body cultivator who directly clashed with artifacts or treasures using their bare flesh was a fool!

"Linghu Shan. . . be careful, I'm bringing out my true skill!"

Fang Xi reminded him, forming a sword with his conjoined fingers on his right hand. "Go!"

A golden stream of light immediately flew out, the sword light grand and magnificent, even emitting faint dragon's roars!

Superior-grade Artifact — Golden Flood Dragon Shears!

Clang!

The Golden Flood Dragon Shears transformed into a golden sword light, suddenly flared out, and struck towards Linghu Shan.

In an instant, Linghu Shan changed tactics with extreme speed, withdrawing his right hand to block his chest. Terrifying crimson true vigor erupted on his arm, like arm armor, conjuring streak after streak of afterimages.

"Secret Art: Eight-Armed Dragon Slayer!"

Bang!

The golden stream of light landed on the crimson true vigor, but was surprisingly bounced back.

Fang Xi's expression remained unchanged, his fingers moving continuously, like plucking harp strings.

The golden stream of light circled widely and flew back towards Linghu Shan's back, like a spirit snake flicking its tongue!

"Ah!"

Linghu Shan roared, all the muscles on his back bulged, and he bumped backward like a bear!

The erupting true vigor landed on the Golden Flood Dragon Shears, emitting clear sounds as if countless bright pearls were striking a jade plate.

The Golden Flood Dragon Shears did not budge an inch; only its momentum was slightly reduced. Linghu Shan dodged it with an awkward roll.

"This old man concedes!"

Linghu Shan, who had just scrambled up, saw Fang Xi about to strike with his sword again, and quickly raised his hands, shouting, "This old man's true vigor is already exhausted. . ."

A Grandmaster's true vigor was limited, but sustaining a single battle was not much of an issue.

Linghu Shan's true qi was exhausted entirely because the Golden Flood Dragon Shears were too sharp, forcing him to unleash his full power to resist.

And once his true vigor was exhausted, he dared not directly withstand a superior-grade artifact with his flesh and blood body.

Seeing Linghu Shan concede, Fang Xi went along with the momentum and recalled his artifact.

"Little friend. . . could you be a legendary Sword Immortal? !"

Although Linghu Shan was dusty and dishevelled, he was thick-skinned enough not to care about winning or losing. Instead, he was extremely interested in Fang Xi's displayed flying sword art. "Earlier, I heard the Yuan He Mountain disciples in the army say you could use a flying sword to cut off heads, and I thought they were talking nonsense. I never expected it to be true!"

"This is a secret transmission of my sect's flying sword art; its essence lies in refining true vigor into threads, and controlling the sword with these threads!"

Fang Xi adopted a serious expression, solemnly spouting nonsense.

However, the martial artists of this world were extremely confident and arrogant individuals. If you told them about cultivation, they might not believe you, but if you claimed it was a secret martial arts technique, they might just really believe it!

Chapter 68: Slaying the Serpent (Congratulations to the Alliance Leader of the Heavenly Firmament Cloud Sea! )

Dingzhou, Old Dragon Pond.

It was precisely when the night stars were scarce; a dark cloud drifted from afar and halted above the pond.

Fang Xi, controlling his black cloud shroud, concealed his figure and silently observed Old Dragon Pond.

Of course, he wouldn't foolishly come to battle a demon king just based on intelligence.

What if the Flood Dragon, being unreasonable, had already broken through to Foundation Establishment?

Therefore, he absolutely had to see it for himself to be sure!

Time passed, an unknown duration.

Beneath the bright moon, the moonlight shimmered like water.

Splash!

Suddenly, ripples spread across the surface of Old Dragon Pond, which had been as calm as a mirror.

The water burst open, and a massive, ferocious, pitch-black serpent's head emerged, followed by a body as thick as a water vat, nearly ten zhang long!

The Old Dragon Pond Flood Dragon King!

“What a water serpent! ”

Within the black cloud shroud, Fang Xi felt greatly relieved. Although its aura was strong, it had not surpassed the limits of Qi Refinement!

At this moment, the giant serpent coiled into a circle, its head held high, its infinitely cold vertical pupils staring at the moonlight, and flicking out a purple forked tongue!

Hiss. . . Hiss. . .

This giant python seemed to be absorbing moonlight essence beneath the moon!

What astonished Fang Xi even more was that on top of the giant python's head, there were actually two bulging bumps!

“No wonder it's called a Flood Dragon. . . it truly possesses a trace of Flood Dragon bloodline! ”

“I'm rich, I'm rich! This demon beast is worth a fortune in spirit stones! ”

“If other cultivators saw this, they'd surely go crazy trying to capture it and tame it as their own spirit pet, right? After all, demon beasts with dragon blood are very powerful and ascend quickly, almost all are second-order or higher. . . ”

Fang Xi estimated that the reason this Flood Dragon couldn't advance to the second-order was entirely due to the Da Liang world's limitations!

If it were in the South Barrens Cultivation World, it might have broken through to the second-order long ago, or even the third-order!

“That's enough! ”

The next day, the morning sun rose.

Watching the Flood Dragon King lazily crawl back into the pond, Fang Xi controlled his black cloud shroud and slowly drifted away.

Not far from Old Dragon Pond, in a valley, there was an army camp.

Hundreds of Yuan He Mountain disciples, clad in leather and metal armor, moved with strict discipline and followed orders rigidly.

Fang Xi landed near the edge of the camp and approached its entrance.

After announcing his arrival, Linghu Shan immediately came out to greet him.

This person was also clad in a full set of metal armor, looking as if a monkey lived inside an iron can, which somehow gave off a comedic air.

Fang Xi, however, knew that this armor was precisely forged to match Linghu Shan's physique when his blood-qi erupted.

“Young friend, how do you like my five hundred 'Wind-Thunder Army'? ”

Linghu Shan proudly introduced: “My Yuan He Mountain has over ten thousand disciples, and from them, only the best of the best were selected to form this five hundred-strong Wind-Thunder Army. United, even a Grandmaster could contend against them! ”

This was, in essence, an imitation of Dingzhou's martial artist army.

Fang Xi swept his gaze over the armors, bows, spears, and even two siege crossbows, and directly stated: “I'm thinking. . . Da Liang is probably doomed! ”

In ancient times, privately possessing armor was a capital offense!

Given the Wind-Thunder Army's setup, exterminating the entire Yuan He Mountain sect, along with their nine generations of relatives, would be about right.

“Hahaha. . . Even the imperial court, if it wants Dingzhou to be stable, it still needs to curry favor with my Yuan He Mountain! ”

Linghu Shan answered with domineering confidence.

“So be it. . . ”

What happened to the Da Liang imperial court was none of Fang Xi's concern anyway: “I've already figured out the patterns of that little serpent's movements; the plan can begin. ”

“Thank you for your assistance! ”

Linghu Shan solemnly cupped his fists: “I have already sent your message via flying eagle letter to the Grandmaster Society; I presume someone from there will contact you soon! ”

...

Old Dragon Pond.

Near the serpent-dragon's foraging grounds.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Cattle and sheep, each having been heavily drugged with anesthetics, were dragged by armored Wind-Thunder Army soldiers and carelessly discarded in the wilderness.

Fang Xi watched this scene, somewhat speechless: “This trap. . . isn't it too crude? ”

Linghu Shan, standing beside him, chuckled: “That beast is incredibly stupid; it's fallen for this exact same trap three times. . . Unfortunately, each time it relied on its thick hide and tough flesh to escape. ”

According to Linghu Shan, this serpent-dragon had extremely high venom resistance, and there were simply no drugs that could poison it to death.

Even these anesthetics, which could fell a herd of elephants, might only make it slightly sluggish for a short period.

Furthermore, once this serpent-dragon sensed danger, it would rely on its impenetrable scales and directly flee into Old Dragon Pond.

Once it entered the water, there would truly be no way to deal with it.

“It seems. . . these demon beasts are quite foolish. . . ” Fang Xi thought to himself, “Could this be a unique characteristic of the Da Liang world? ”

“Demon beasts are all like this. . . Only demons are truly cunning and unpredictable, with no discernable patterns. ” Linghu Shan then asked Fang Xi: “Are you really not going to wear armor? Are you sure your secret art will also work on that beast? ”

He was deeply impressed by Fang Xi's protective light barrier.

“It should be mostly effective. ”

From his observations that day, Fang Xi confirmed that the serpent-dragon was likely a late-stage Qi Refinement, or even a Great Circle, demon beast.

Ordinary defensive talismans might not work, but fortunately, he still had a mid-grade defensive artifact—the Profound Iron Shield!

At the very least, it could block one or two attacks!

If, after one or two attacks, he still couldn't eliminate this serpent-dragon, then he could consider the matter of retreat.

...

Hunting required a great deal of patience.

Fang Xi and Linghu Shan waited for seven consecutive days, but the serpent-dragon did not appear.

It wasn't until the night of the eighth day.

Hiss!

A serpentine path emerged from Old Dragon Pond, winding its way to the trap's location.

In the darkness, a yellow ox was swallowed whole by the serpent-dragon in one gulp.

After swallowing this yellow ox, it remained unsatisfied and began devouring the white sheep nearby, each consumed in a single bite, eating with great relish.

More crucially, even after consuming so many 'enhanced' cattle and sheep, it still moved like the wind, its speed showing little change compared to before, leading Fang Xi to briefly suspect Linghu Shan had bought counterfeit medicine.

Fortunately, his eyesight was extraordinary, and upon careful distinction, he could still discern that the serpent-dragon seemed a bit more sluggish.

“Now! ”

Linghu Shan roared and charged directly forward, wielding a great sabre for splitting mountains that was taller than himself.

“Control! ”

At the same time, a general in the Wind-Thunder Army let out a fierce shout, and a Martial Master immediately slammed a hammer down, activating a siege crossbow that had been drawn back by the combined strength of over a dozen martial artists!

Whoosh!

Amidst the piercing sonic boom, a dark, shadowy beam of light arrived in an instant, striking the serpent-dragon and producing a bright spark!

Fang Xi could clearly see that under this strike, the serpent-dragon had merely lost a few scales, with only a tiny, insignificant bloody mark appearing on its body.

“Beast, surrender your life! ”

At this moment, Linghu Shan also arrived, unleashing his attack.

The great sabre in his hand, in the darkness of the night, suddenly erupted with a ring of bloody light.

Grandmaster True Vigor!

“Secret Technique: Heaven Cleave! ”

The massive sabre, like a bolt of lightning, struck directly onto the serpent-dragon's body.

Pfft!

A wound deep enough to expose bone appeared!

Hiss!

The serpent-dragon's scales all over its body quivered, and its tail suddenly lashed out!

Whap!

The ground churned, as if it had been plowed repeatedly.

A terrifying force slammed into Linghu Shan, and even with his double layer of defense—armor and True Vigor—he was sent flying as if swatted like a fly!

“Wind Division, advance! ”

Within the Wind-Thunder Army, the general immediately gave the order without hesitation.

A hundred-man squad immediately advanced with spears, great axes, and other weapons, and began to entangle the serpent-dragon!

“Thunder Division, block their retreat! ”

Following the command, martial artists charged forward one after another, inflicting insignificant wounds on the serpent-dragon, only to be easily torn apart and devoured by the demon beast. . .

Overall, it was a strategy of using human lives to prevent the serpent-dragon's escape!

“Hiss! ”

The serpent-dragon took another strike from the returning Linghu Shan, and in a fit of rage, opened its maw, swallowing most of a Wind-Thunder Army soldier, and raising its head high, it let out a threatening hiss.

“It's time. . . ”

Fang Xi, who had been cloaked in camouflage, observed coldly from the edge of the battlefield.

When the serpent-dragon reared its upper body in a threatening posture, his eyes lit up, and he raised his hand, releasing the Golden Flood Dragon Sword!

Whoosh!

The golden sword light, like a meteor, tore through the dark night sky and directly pierced the serpent-dragon's vital spot!

Pfft!

After all, the Golden Flood Dragon Sword was a superior-grade artifact and incredibly sharp. The serpent-dragon's scales only slightly hindered it before it was violently pierced through, with a large amount of serpent blood gushing out.

“Hiss! ”

In pain, the serpent-dragon immediately spat out the half-swallowed corpse and violently thrashed.

Rumble!

Like an earthquake, the Wind-Thunder Army soldiers were sent tumbling, men and horses alike, with the unlucky ones directly crushed into pulp.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the serpent-dragon violently burst out of the encirclement and frantically darted towards Old Dragon Pond!

Once it slipped into the water, it would be fearless!

“Stop this beast! ”

Linghu Shan roared, standing in front of the giant serpent and slashing repeatedly with his long sabre.

But the serpent-dragon paid no heed whatsoever, letting several more bloody marks appear on its body, and desperately crawled towards Old Dragon Pond!

To it, this little ant, though capable of causing damage, was far weaker than that golden light.

“Damn it, it's like this again, always like this! ”

Linghu Shan's eyes were about to split open with rage.

The last time they encircled it, it was the same; even though he could break through its defenses, the injuries were nothing to the serpent-dragon's massive body, and it stubbornly endured the wounds to burrow back into Old Dragon Pond.

This time, would they have to repeat the same mistake?

“Go! ”

At this critical moment, Fang Xi struck again.

This time, the Golden Flood Dragon Sword was like a golden needle, piercing through the serpent-dragon's resistance and embedding itself in its left eye.

“Hiss! ”

In agony, the serpent-dragon suddenly took a deep breath, and a cloud of black mist emerged from its maw, then exploded with a boom!

Streaks of black smoke, like chains, forced the concealed Fang Xi to reveal his true form: “Demonic art? ”

Having dealt with many demon beasts in the Da Liang world, he had almost forgotten that demon beasts in the cultivation world could use demonic arts!

Of course, perhaps due to the Da Liang world's scarce spiritual energy, previous demon beasts hadn't possessed this ability.

But it was clear that this serpent-dragon, with its rich bloodline and extraordinary talent, had awakened a certain bloodline demonic art in this critical moment!

Thump!

Upon seeing the detestable ant that had truly ambushed it, the serpent-dragon hissed, and its enormous tail violently slammed down.

“Profound Iron Shield! ”

“Golden Bell Cover! ”

“True Vigor! ”

Fang Xi activated three layers of defense on himself in succession, and immediately felt a force like a landslide and a tidal wave surge towards him, sending him violently flying away.

The Profound Iron Shield was the first to fly off, and the Golden Bell Cover instantly tore apart.

Even his protective True Vigor was shaken to its limit!

Fortunately, Fang Xi's own physique was also at the Martial Saint level, his internal organs resilient, and unafraid of slight tremors.

He stabilized himself in mid-air, summoned his black cloud shroud, and with its aid, lightly leaped.

With his True Vigor erupting, Fang Xi had already reached the serpent-dragon's back, and saw the bleeding wound at its vital spot.

“Entanglement Art! ”

Strands of iron-chain-like Iron Net Grass leaves grew wildly, like iron claws emerging from the ground, firmly pinning the serpent-dragon in place.

“Secret Technique: Primordial Limitless! ”

Wielding the Golden Flood Dragon Sword, he became one with his sword, like a golden bolt of lightning, he slammed down with a crash towards the original wound!

“Hiss! ”

The serpent-dragon hissed and roared, its enormous body had already reached the edge of Old Dragon Pond, its remaining vertical pupil staring intently at the pond water, but ultimately, it was one step too late.

Whap!

Its massive corpse collapsed, smashing heavily onto the edge of the pond.

One of Dingzhou's Eight Great Demon Kings, perished thus!

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Chapter 69: Assessment (For Heavenly Emperor Dao Master Alliance Leader! )

The first ray of morning sunlight shone upon the massive serpent corpse, plating its scales with a golden luster.

A metal battle boot stepped onto the serpent's head, stomping down hard.

The sole remaining vertical pupil seemed to twitch, as if it would rise again in the next moment.

"This beast. . . it still tries to scare people even in death. As the saying goes, the serpent's nature is truly enduring!"

Linghu Shan spat, then looked at Fang Xi.

As per their agreement, all the materials from this serpent flood dragon belonged to Fang Xi.

Fang Xi, at this moment, disregarded all etiquette, collecting the serpent flood dragon's blood in numerous buckets. While working, he kept muttering, "What a loss, what a loss. . ."

Fang Xi looked at the blood the serpent flood dragon had spilled on the battlefield earlier, feeling a pang of heartache.

This was the blood of a first-order superior-grade demon beast, and it even had a trace of flood dragon bloodline!

Although the flood dragon bloodline was extremely thin and could not be extracted.

But if taken to a Talisman Master like Chen Ping, he would probably turn red-eyed with covetousness!

This was a spiritual material for concocting top-grade talisman ink!

Not only for talisman masters, but it should also be of great use to alchemists.

"I'm rich, I'm rich. . ."

First, he collected the serpent blood, then the serpent skin, serpent meat. . .

"This serpent bone and serpent fangs can be used for artifact refining; they are raw materials for superior-grade artifacts. And the serpent scales can definitely be made into superior-grade spirit armor. . ."

Fang Xi did a quick estimation and felt a bit dizzy.

This serpent demon, regardless of its grade or size, was the largest he had ever encountered.

All in all, it was worth at least a thousand Spirit Stones!

He sliced open the serpent's belly, took out its gall, and then searched carefully, suddenly sighing.

"Little friend, what are you looking for?"

Linghu Shan leaned over, his face full of curiosity.

"I've heard that serpent flood dragons might incubate an inner core within their bodies, but I didn't expect there to be none. . ."

Fang Xi looked at his blood-stained hands and sighed.

In reality, most demon beasts capable of condensing an inner core were great demons of the third-order or above. If one appeared in the State of Yue, it would inevitably cause a bloody storm.

Aside from that, only a few exceptionally talented second-order demon beasts might possess a demon core — which would also be priceless!

Unfortunately, this serpent flood dragon was merely first-order and had no inner core.

Fang Xi estimated that with this serpent flood dragon's bloodline talent, if it were second-order, it would certainly produce a demon core—but then it would be he who had to flee, and he might not even be able to escape!

However, he was already very satisfied.

"Little friend must have misremembered. On this sect's secret records, there's a lot of information about demon beasts, but it never mentions anything about condensing inner cores. . ."

Linghu Shan said with a chuckle.

Since his great revenge was avenged, the old man had put a burden down, appearing very relaxed.

"Is that so? May I borrow it for a look?"

Fang Xi's eyes lit up.

He had long been very interested in the demons and monsters of this world.

Furthermore, he wanted to search Da Liang to see if there were other Heaven and Earth Spirit Roots or the like.

After all, that Demonic Tree of Primordial Beginning was truly a bit sinister; it was better to avoid using it if possible. . .

...

Dingzhou border.

A massive boundary stele stood tall.

On the wide official road, a figure suddenly appeared at some unknown time.

This person was about forty years old, with bronze skin and hands hanging by his knees. From afar, he resembled an ancient bronze statue.

He came before the boundary stele, somewhat emotional: "Dingzhou. . . it's been ten years since I last came, hasn't it?"

"Zhou Tong! I didn't expect the Society to send you this time."

On top of the boundary stele, a figure was seated at some unknown time.

This figure was an old man, dressed in a black martial artist's robe. His face was deeply wrinkled and covered in age spots, but his eyes alone glittered, giving off an unsettling feeling, like a giant bat.

"So it's Senior Yan of the Hundred Falcons Fist! " Zhou Tong immediately cupped his fists in greeting: "Is Senior also here with me to assess that newcomer?"

"Indeed. A mere Grandmaster, ordinarily I wouldn't need to come personally, but I heard that this person has extraordinary talent, breaking through before the age of thirty, and even possessing a Hundred Li Flying Sword technique. I was restless and thought I'd come take a look. . . " Elder Yan sighed: "In every generation, talented individuals emerge in the world!"

Zhou Tong silently felt a bit of apprehension for that newcomer.

Everyone was a Grandmaster at the peak of human limits; praising him that much was a bit excessive.

See, the Society even specifically sent him and Elder Yan to assess him.

Although they were all Grandmasters, their strengths and weaknesses were clearly defined.

For example, himself, with his extraordinary talent, and Elder Yan, who was old and shrewd.

They were both Martial Gods of the Grandmaster Society!

The Grandmaster Society accommodated a large number of Martial Gods, sharing secret techniques and learning from each other's strengths to compensate for weaknesses, creating supreme and ultimate techniques superior to first-rate martial arts!

Both of them had cultivated the Society's supreme ultimate techniques, and even possessed top-tier secret arts imitating the 'Demons'.

In terms of strength, they could rank among the top among all Martial Gods in the world!

This trip to assess the newcomer also served as a bit of a show of force.

"Let's go. I'm eager to meet that young fellow soon, and also my old friends on Yuan He Mountain. . ."

Elder Yan chuckled, his figure vanishing in an instant.

Zhou Tong let out a bitter laugh, having no choice but to follow.

...

Yuan He Mountain.

Thunder Peak.

Upon returning to Yuan He Mountain, Fang Xi immediately requested all the secret scrolls concerning 'Demons' and began to examine them carefully:

[Blood Hand of Shanyan City: In the 27th year of Emperor Muzong of Da Liang, the 'Blood Hand Demon' appeared in Shanyan City, highly contagious, with symptoms of red hands. . . After seven days, all those with red hands went mad and died, incurable, eventually forming a forbidden zone. . . ]

[Dream Demon of Wanghai City: In the 6th year of Emperor Yingzong of Da Liang, the residents of Wanghai City constantly fell into dreams, never waking. . . Finally, everyone in the city died in their sleep. . . ]

[Sword Demon of Pingnan Prefecture: In the 13th year of Emperor Xianzhong of Da Chu, an ironsmith in Pingnan Prefecture forged a precious sword that could cut iron like mud. It was then presented to the palace. . . The following year, Emperor Xianzhong of Da Chu wielded this sword to kill his empress, crown prince, imperial princes, and 53 concubines. . . The Da Chu imperial palace fell into a demonic domain. The outer court made full efforts to rescue, suffering heavy casualties among Grandmasters, but ultimately declared failure. . . ]

...

These scrolls detailing 'Demons' made Fang Xi's expression extremely solemn: "Compared to demons beasts. . . the power of 'Demons' is even more terrifying, more bizarre, and inexplicable!"

He read to the last scroll and found that the Black Stone City's Progenitor Demonic Tree was also recorded.

But apart from that, there wasn't a single other tree-shaped 'Demon'.

"It seems. . . there are no other substitutes."

Fang Xi felt utterly helpless.

‘Furthermore. . . when the power of 'Demons' truly erupts, it's simply unsolvable. . . For instance, Da Chu, which seemed to be the dynasty before Da Liang, was actually annihilated because of a single Sword Demon. . . ’

‘Even with the entire Da Chu imperial court's power, they couldn't solve one 'Demon'. . . Fortunately, the number of 'Demons' is extremely scarce, far fewer than demon beasts, otherwise, the human race in this world would simply be unable to survive. . . ’

Suddenly, his expression shifted, and he walked out of the room.

He saw a black shadow crossing the mountains in the sky.

He landed lightly on the plants in the forest, each light touch allowing him to glide eight zhang. From afar, he looked like a large bat flying in, his movement art having reached an astonishing level of mastery.

"Who goes there? State your name!"

Fang Xi stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the large bat, and said calmly.

"Heh heh. . . Insolent junior, let this old man teach you a lesson!"

The large bat landed, revealing an old man with silver hair and deep wrinkles. His hands formed a bird's beak, and he fiercely lunged forward!

Chirp! Chirp!

His fist technique was incredibly strange, swift as lightning, and carried the sound of a bird's cry!

"Take my Hundred Falcons Fist!"

Terrifying True Vigor gathered and condensed at his fingertips, faintly forming the shape of a falcon!

"Excellent!"

Fang Xi praised, casually throwing a palm strike. The airflow in the void seemed to be drawn into his palm with this strike, forming a dam.

Countless falcons crashed against the dam, emitting piercing cries, and finally dissipated without a trace. . .

"You do have some skill. Again!"

The black shadow twisted, already arriving beside Fang Xi, and even more piercing bird cries rang out.

"Secret Technique: A Hundred Falcons Chime in Unison!"

In an instant, the old man's body swelled, as if transforming into a demon with a hundred arms and a hundred hands. Countless bird beaks appeared, all striking at Fang Xi!

"Take this punch!"

Fang Xi's expression was solemn. He suddenly roared and punched out, as if cleaving the sky:

"Secret Technique: Limitless Staff!"

Bang! Bang!

Countless fist shadows and finger shadows intertwined, and True Vigor overflowed, landing on the white stone ground, creating numerous small holes.

Finally, Fang Xi's fist collided with the old man's, meeting in an even match!

"Good lad, I am Yan Sun. I acknowledge you. . . Ah!"

Seeing this, the old man's face showed a look of emotion. Just as he was about to reveal his identity, he noticed a golden streak of light suddenly appearing from Fang Xi's sleeve, like lightning, striking his chest!

A crimson True Vigor defense immediately appeared on his chest, but he had already expended too much earlier, and now with his punch against Fang Xi, a large amount of his energy was drawn away. This True Vigor appeared very flimsy.

It was briefly obstructed, then torn apart by the golden streak of light, and a sword light flashed, piercing through his chest.

"Pfft!"

The old man retreated a few steps, falling to the ground. Looking at his bleeding chest, his finger trembled as he pointed at Fang Xi: "You. . . young man, you don't play by martial ethics. . . You said we'd use fists, how can you. . . use a sword? !"

"When dealing with enemies, why bother with so many rules?"

Fang Xi came before the old man, raising his fist to strike down.

At this moment, Linghu Shan's shout came from afar: "Old Yanzi, stop! That's. . ."

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two figures entered the courtyard one after another: Linghu Shan and another bronze-skinned middle-aged man.

Seeing this scene, Linghu Shan was alright, but Zhou Tong's eyes widened like copper bells: "How could this be? Elder Yan. . ."

Although Yan Sun had a peculiar temperament, he was one of the top ten masters in the Grandmaster Society!

How could he lose to a newly promoted Grandmaster?

"Oh, Old Shan, who are these two?"

Fang Xi already had a guess in his heart, but still asked knowingly.

"Haha. . . Let me introduce you, Brother Fang. These two are Yan Sun and Zhou Tong, both from the Grandmaster Society. They are here to discuss your joining the Society, Brother Fang."

Linghu Shan's eyes darted, and he said with a smile, completely omitting any mention of an assessment.

"Oh, then how do the two of you see me? Am I qualified?"

Fang Xi looked down at Yan Sun, asking with a smile.

"Qualified, of course qualified. . ."

Zhou Tong glanced at the lying Elder Yan and quickly replied.

Chapter 70: Aftermath (For the Alliance Leader of the Son of Heaven Dao Lord! )

"Haha. . . as the saying goes, 'you don't know a person until you fight them. ' Gentlemen, have a drink!"

On Thunder Peak.

After Fang Xi fought Yan Sun, in a blink of an eye, he had Linghu Shan host a banquet.

He, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened, raising his wine cup to toast Yan Sun, whose chest was still wrapped in bandages: "Come, come, Old Master Yan, have another drink!"

Yan Sun's mouth was full of bitterness, but he truly dared not offend this young yet talented expert. He picked up his wine cup and took a sip.

"That's more like it, we're all family now. " Fang Xi chuckled, then asked Zhou Tong: "I joined the Grandmaster Society, naturally, for the realm beyond Grandmaster. I wonder what progress the Society has made in its research?"

"We've made some gains. . ."

Zhou Tong's expression turned serious.

The Grandmaster Society was originally an organization established by Grandmasters for the purpose of breaking through their current realm. If others knew there was a Grandmaster as exceptionally talented and powerful as Fang Xi, they would certainly share everything without reservation.

Everything was for the sake of finding a path forward!

"I'd like to hear the details. " Fang Xi put down his wine cup and listened quietly.

"Actually. . . the Martial Saint has already reached the pinnacle of martial arts. " Zhou Tong organized his thoughts before speaking: "Our Grandmaster Society collected various first-rate martial arts, drawing on their strengths and compensating for their weaknesses, eventually creating several peerless ultimate arts, known as the 'Seven Martial Absolutes. ' Even with exceptionally talented disciples cultivating from a young age, the ultimate result was merely their True Vigor permeating their entire body, reaching the 'True Vigor Permeating the Body' realm. . ."

"For True Vigor to permeate the entire body, that's already quite good."

Fang Xi mused.

A Grandmaster's True Vigor was limited; like him and Linghu Shan, they could only project it externally to block attacks at crucial moments, like a partial suit of armor.

If True Vigor could fully permeate the entire body and be continuously projected externally, it would be like wearing full body armor, and the defensive power would be incomparable.

"So, True Vigor permeating the entire body, that's the apex of a Martial Saint?"

Fang Xi murmured to himself.

"Perhaps, perhaps not. . . The Society Head once speculated that after True Vigor permeates the entire body, it would lead to 'True Vigor Materialization'!"

Yan Sun interjected: "Alas. . . as for True Vigor Materialization, not a single Grandmaster in the Society has been able to achieve it. After all, the human body's blood-qi is limited. No matter how extraordinary one's talent, how astonishing their blood-qi, or even if they consume rare treasures, it's difficult for True Vigor to become dense enough to materialize. . ."

"That truly is a pity. . ."

Fang Xi pursed his lips, wondering if he could acquire Tier 2 blood-qi replenishing pills in the cultivation world.

Perhaps if he took them when his True Vigor permeated his body, he could achieve 'True Vigor Materialization'?

"Actually, True Vigor Materialization is just one path."

Zhou Tong said: "Currently, the Society is divided into two factions. One faction advocates for deeply excavating the potential of True Vigor, ultimately breaking through. . . The other faction researches various secret arts, advocating for learning from Demons!"

Fang Xi thought of Yuan He Mountain's demon-planting art and couldn't help but nod: "If one could possess the abilities of a Demon, it could indeed be considered a breakthrough beyond Grandmaster."

"It's not that simple. So many experiments in the Society have ultimately ended in failure. . . The Demonic Curse Power is too terrifying; even a Grandmaster can only resist it for a bit longer than an ordinary person."

Zhou Tong gave a wry smile: "Our Society's studies of Demonic Curse Power primarily rely on simulating it with one's own blood-qi to form various secret arts. . . Truly, the madmen who actually plant demons within themselves are extremely few!"

"Learning the secret arts of Demons? " Fang Xi's interest was piqued: "I wonder if there have been any results?"

Zhou Tong and Yan Sun exchanged a glance, and it was Zhou Tong who stepped forward: "Allow me to make a fool of myself!"

He let out a loud shout, and suddenly, lines of dark black patterns appeared on his body.

"Curse marks?"

Seeing this, Fang Xi's pupils contracted, then he shook his head: "It's a semblance, but not quite; the foundation is still based on blood-qi simulation!"

"The Society has already researched several secret arts that can be simulated by a Grandmaster's microscopic-level blood-qi. This one of mine is called the 'Spirit Rejuvenation Art'!"

Zhou Tong's voice boomed. He suddenly picked up a dagger and drew a line across his arm.

After intentionally withdrawing his True Vigor defense, a bloody gash immediately appeared on his hand.

But very quickly, this bloody gash rapidly healed.

The dark patterns on Zhou Tong's body dissipated, and he sat back down: "This Spirit Rejuvenation Art can stimulate blood-qi and accelerate bodily recovery. . . As long as vital points like the head aren't damaged, even severed limbs can be reattached."

"A fine secret art!"

Fang Xi's eyes lit up: "Might I examine it?"

Yan Sun chuckled: "Grandmaster Fang is a brother of the Society, so of course you may. However, you must follow the Society's rules. . . Our Grandmaster Society has always been loosely organized, but we periodically issue missions. As long as Grandmaster Fang completes the missions, you will earn contribution points, which can be exchanged for various peerless ultimate arts and secret arts!"

"So that's how it is."

Fang Xi felt a slight disappointment in his heart.

However, considering the ancient custom of masters holding back some techniques from their disciples, the Grandmaster Society's ability to exchange various cultivation methods and secret arts based on contribution points was already quite enlightened.

Alas, there was still no path beyond Grandmaster. . .

'Fortunately, I have a direction. I don't actually need those imagined breakthrough cultivation methods. . . Finding a Tier 4 Body Cultivation legacy in the cultivation world would undoubtedly be more accurate. '

Previously, he hadn't cultivated the Body Cultivation methods of the cultivation world because he lacked Spirit Stones and his strength was insufficient.

Now, however, times had changed.

'However. . . those secret arts learned from Demons, and the research on Demons, could be worth exchanging for information to look into. . . '

Interest ignited in Fang Xi's heart, and his conversation with the two Grandmasters grew increasingly congenial.

...

Three Yuan City.

Black market, Thousand Gold Pavilion.

Han Pang Zi was gnawing on a golden, fragrant roasted suckling pig, grease dripping from his mouth.

"You fat fellow, you certainly live well."

Suddenly, a voice rang out beside him, startling Han Pang Zi so much that the roasted pig in his hand dropped.

He quickly followed the sound with his gaze and saw Fang Xi.

"So it's Brother Fang. . ."

Han Pang Zi immediately forced a smile.

This Fang Xi possessed quite mysterious means. Previously, he had ordered Han Pang Zi to procure monster materials, and Han Pang Zi had turned a large profit, making Fang Xi a true God of Wealth.

Of course, Han Pang Zi would never forget the news he had previously mentioned about changes in the Martial Alliance, and how soon after, the Ximen family's three generations had perished. . .

Although rumors claimed the Ximen family had bad luck and provoked that Specter's Bane, the pattern of Specter's Bane's appearances and the methods used. . . seemed somewhat similar to Fang Xi's. If they weren't master and disciple, they were definitely in league!

However, Han Pang Zi knew the implications well and pretended he had forgotten about the matter.

"Han Pang Zi, do you wish for a promotion?"

Fang Xi casually found a seat and asked with a hint of mockery.

"This. . . Old Han's capabilities are limited. May I ask what kind of promotion you mean? " Han Pang Zi dared not refuse, asking cautiously.

"How about the Grand Manager of the Demon Hunter Tower?"

Fang Xi replied with a faint smile that wasn't quite a smile.

*Whoosh! *

It was the mountain of flesh that had toppled; Han Pang Zi barely managed to clamber back up, a sheepish look on his face: "Brother Fang, please don't tease Old Han. The Demon Hunter Guild has the imperial court backing it; the waters run deep there. . . Old Han's thousand jin of flesh doesn't want to be left behind."

"Don't worry, you won't be left behind. . ."

Fang Xi shook his head.

Even a mere aging Grandmaster like Linghu Shan dared to maintain five hundred Wind-Thunder soldiers; Fang Xi, naturally, was even more unrestrained, extending his demonic claws towards the Demon Hunter Guild. . .

Fortunately, the Grandmaster Society wasn't entirely useless; at the very least, Yan Sun seemed to have a connection to the imperial court.

After Fang Xi brought up the matter, Yan Sun immediately slapped his chest and guaranteed that he would handle it.

After all, it was just a matter of inserting someone into the Demon Hunter Guild.

Even if that person was the Grand Manager!

Fang Xi merely wanted an additional source of monster materials.

In reality, these martial artists and martial masters could at most kill mid-grade Tier 1 monsters; they were powerless against high-grade Demon Kings.

As for the eight great — no, seven great Demon Kings of Ding Province, Fang Xi still had to personally take action.

"Since Brother Fang thinks so highly of me, Old Han is willing to part with this fatty body and become this Grand Manager!"

Han Pang Zi pondered for a moment, then finally gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Excellent!"

Fang Xi let out a hearty laugh and strode out.

...

White Cloud Martial Arts Hall.

On this day, a sudden wail of grief echoed.

White lanterns and funeral elegies hung at the entrance.

All the disciples of the martial arts hall had changed into mourning clothes, their expressions sorrowful.

In the center of the martial arts hall, a mourning hall had been set up, and Mu Cang Long's name was prominently inscribed on the spirit tablet.

This person had been afflicted by cursed poison in Black Stone City back then. Although he had clung to life with the aid of pills later, he also had his limits, and now, he had finally passed away.

Mu Piao Miao looked like a soulless puppet, staring blankly at everything, while Zhang Minting and Tang Xuan helped manage the affairs.

An atmosphere of grief pervaded the entire martial arts hall.

Fang Xi stood outside the martial arts hall, silently bowed, then turned and left.

"I am a heartless man, I only wish for carefree affairs. . ."

...

A Certain Martial Arts Hall.

"You say. . . when will Master return?"

Qingsang played with a white jade ruyi scepter in his hand. The ruyi scepter felt smooth and warm, inlaid with three luminous pearls, truly an item worth cities of gold.

But at this moment, he was casually holding it, using it to scratch an itch, feeling it wasn't quite satisfying, so he casually tossed the ruyi scepter back into its box.

In several large boxes nearby, gold and silver objects were piled high, their glittering splendor almost overflowing.

These were all the 'apologies' offered by the city's prominent families!

"I don't know. . . " Qingmu still looked blank.

"Sigh. . . it's useless talking to you about it. . . Let me tell you, that night Master broke through the encirclement, punched four martial masters to death, and finally, with a flying sword, slew enemies from a thousand li away, taking the head of a general amidst ten thousand troops! He truly scared all the powerful families and nobles in this city; otherwise, how could we still be lying here so comfortably?"

Qingsang's face was flushed with excitement: "I wonder where Master is now, and if he'll come back to impart us divine arts. . ."

To fly on a sword and become an immortal, he wanted that too!

Qingsang believed his loyalty had been tested, and now he only hoped to properly serve his Master with filial piety, so that in the future he could be taught the flying sword art! Ran[OBE(s

"Cough cough. . . Don't even think about divine arts. The art this Master cultivates is also the Primal Chaos True Art!"

Fang Xi coughed, and his figure suddenly appeared inside the martial arts hall.

"Master!"

Qingsang and Adai called out in unison.

"Hmm!"

Fang Xi looked at Qingsang, then at Adai, and said: "From today onwards, this A Certain Martial Arts Hall will be passed on to you, Qingsang. . ."

Truth be told, this martial arts hall was merely a residence coupled with some reputation; Fang Xi had never truly put it to heart.

"Master. . . I don't want to inherit the martial arts hall. I wish to remain by Master's side, serving diligently with the humble service of a dog and horse!"

Qingsang knelt on the ground and said loudly.

He too wished to one day become a martial arts Grandmaster, intimidating an entire city!

A true man should be like this!

"There's no room for discussion on this!"

Fang Xi waved his hand.

After handling these people and matters, he would focus his primary energy on the 'Longevity Art' in the South Barrens Cultivation World.

Only by attaining the Dao and achieving longevity was the most important matter!

Chapter 71: The Geography of Yue (For the Alliance Leader of the Son of Heaven Dao Lord! )

The Southern Barrens Cultivation World.

Celestial Immortal Pavilion.

Steam hissed from the purple clay pot on the small brazier.

Ge Hong Dan wore wide, long-sleeved robes, his hair tied in a topknot and secured with an ebony hairpin, giving him a relaxed, domestic appearance.

He picked up the teapot and poured Fang Xi a cup of tea: "For brewing tea, snow water is best, followed by mountain spring water, and then rainwater. . . This is snow water I collected last year; the weather was favorable, and the first snow arrived at just the right time. Daoist friend, please taste it and tell me what you think?"

"It's not as good as spirit spring water!"

Fang Xi spoke frankly.

Ge Hong Dan was instantly speechless, a hint of self-consciousness even appearing on his face.

After all, for a cultivator like him who had completely abandoned the path of immortality, gold, silver, jewels, and worldly power were easily obtained, but anything related to the cultivation world was essentially a pipe dream. . .

Yet, in the eyes of all cultivators, even a bowl of spirit rice was far superior to any rare delicacy!

Even a patched-up, worn-out cultivation robe was more impressive than a prince's coat of a thousand gold pieces!

In the cultivation world, anything unrelated to cultivation was at the very bottom of the contempt hierarchy.

"Haha. . . but this tea is indeed good."

Fang Xi chuckled, easing the awkwardness, and asked, "Daoist Ge, about the items I requested?"

"They are ready, please take a look!"

Ge Hong Dan composed himself and unrolled a scroll on the table. Upon it, mountains and rivers were clearly drawn, a topographical map of the State of Yue!

For ancient people, maps were extremely valuable.

Even for cultivators, it was much the same.

"Daoist friend, please see, Jiahe City is located here!"

Ge Hong Dan pointed to a tiny spot on the map.

Fang Xi looked closely before he could find Jiahe City, while Green Bamboo Mountain Market, not far away, had a conspicuous mark.

The entire Green Bamboo Mountain Market, in turn, was situated in the northeastern part of the territory known as the 'State of Yue'.

This map was extensive, depicting not only the State of Yue but also the neighboring State of Mu and State of Wu. . . One could see the three states forming a tripartite standoff, with the State of Yue situated in the northernmost position.

At the intersection of the three states, there was also a colossal mountain range, resembling a 'Y' shape, dividing the three states.

This was the Myriad Beast Mountain Range, rumored to have even Core Formation-level, third-order demon beasts lurking in its depths.

And at every passable mountain pass, there were cultivation cities and fortresses established.

These fortress-markets were like strings of luminous pearls, the largest of which was located at the border of the three states, marked with the colossal characters: 'White Peace Immortal City'!

"So this is the rogue cultivators' sacred land—White Peace Immortal City?"

Fang Xi gazed at the immortal city's location, his words imbued with endless yearning.

Within the three states of Yue, Mu, and Wu, each had Core Formation sects suppressing all, even monopolizing the source of Foundation Establishment Pills. Only a handful of cultivating families could exchange for Foundation Establishment Pills from these sects at immense cost.

Rogue cultivators, one could say, struggled immensely to survive in the cracks between them.

Only 'White Peace Immortal City' was different. This place was originally just a cultivation market. Because it was located in a no-man's-land between the three states, it quickly became a hub for rogue cultivator activity. Relying on the abundant resources of the Myriad Beast Mountain Range, it continuously developed, eventually establishing an immortal city after the rogue cultivator 'True Person Baifeng' achieved Core Formation!

Today, it could even be said to be the only place among the three states where rogue cultivators had a chance to obtain Foundation Establishment Pills, thus being regarded as a sacred land.

"Indeed. . . If I, Ge, were thirty years younger, perhaps I too would go to White Peace Immortal City to try my luck."

Ge Hong Dan likewise sighed with emotion.

Fang Xi's gaze, however, moved away from White Peace Immortal City. That place was a chaotic mix of powerful and dangerous individuals, definitely not a good place to cultivate the 'Longevity Art'.

His cultivation principle was to neither contend nor snatch, but to quietly plant his tree and develop, absolutely never venturing into perilous, highly contested territories.

Fang Xi's gaze then shifted upwards, towards the north of the State of Yue.

At the northern border of the State of Yue, there was a vast body of water named 'Myriad Islands Lake'. This lake was immensely vast, and venturing further north from it would connect one to the 'Great Dream Marsh'.

This marsh was perpetually shrouded in mist year-round, capable of even obstructing a Foundation Establishment cultivator's Divine Consciousness. Its scope was boundless, and it was said that even Core Formation ancestors who entered it would never return.

According to legend, once one could cross the 'Great Dream Marsh', one could reach a cultivation world further north, one more powerful and prosperous than the Southern Barrens.

Within 'Myriad Islands Lake', countless islands were scattered like stars, many of which possessed spirit veins and were occupied by minor sects and small families.

The ancestral land of the 'Dragon Fish Zhong Clan', one of the seven great cultivating families of the State of Yue, was located here.

Well, the so-called seven great cultivating families of the State of Yue were Foundation Establishment families, led by the Song Clan, with Foundation Establishment cultivators in every generation. They were ranked alongside Foundation Establishment sects like Red Leaf Valley as the thirteen major powers of the State of Yue, subservient to the Black Heaven Sect.

However, currently, the Tianfu Shen Clan, the Black Water Situ Clan, and Red Leaf Valley had all been annihilated, leaving only five of the seven great cultivating families of the State of Yue.

It was also said that the Song Clan had promoted another cultivating family, the 'Tu Clan', helping the Tu Clan's ancestor achieve Foundation Establishment, showing a strong intention to replace one of the original families with the Tu Clan.

'In the State of Yue, the Black Heaven Sect, where Core Formation ancestors preside, is the heavens themselves! Only those with powerful Foundation Establishment cultivators can be considered major, influential families. As for the countless Qi Refinement families and sects, and the rogue cultivators at the very bottom, they can only struggle bitterly to survive. . . '

Fang Xi secretly sighed, his gaze fixed on Myriad Islands Lake.

Within this vast lake, islands rich in spiritual energy were few, only a few dozen. A small portion of these were occupied by minor Qi Refinement sects, Qi Refinement families, and even rogue cultivators. Among them, there was an allied force named the 'Thirty-Six Islands Alliance', which was in a standoff with the Dragon Fish Zhong Clan.

Currently, Green Bamboo Mountain Market was still very chaotic, having even turned into a black market, making it extremely unsafe. Of course, Fang Xi couldn't possibly go there to farm spirit plants.

Moreover, for cultivating the 'Longevity Art', it was best to have a place with a spirit vein.

Fang Xi thus set his sights on the Myriad Islands Lake region.

This area was primarily dominated by Qi Refinement cultivators, and the forces were stable, merely in a standoff. No major wars had occurred in recent decades, so it was considered relatively peaceful.

There were many islands, but their spirit veins were scattered. Most were first-order or even unranked, and resources weren't particularly abundant.

Overall, it wasn't on the radar of major powers, but it was very suitable for "lying low" and developing.

"Myriad Islands Lake is so vast, perhaps I can still find a new spirit vein. . . Even if a first-order one isn't available, an unranked one would still work. . ."

"By then, I can set up formations, cultivate the Longevity Art, and also meditate to improve my cultivation. . ."

"Once the spirit body is refined, I can then go to White Peace Immortal City to plan for Foundation Establishment!"

Fang Xi's baseline goal was to cultivate the 'Green Wood Spirit Body'!

Otherwise, with his inferior spiritual root aptitude, he truly might not succeed in Foundation Establishment.

Even if he could continuously acquire large amounts of spirit stones through cross-world trade, and even if he didn't care about pill toxins from consuming large quantities of pills for cultivation, both trade and purchasing pills required channels. If the quantities were too large, it was highly likely to attract the attention of Foundation Establishment cultivators!

Once the spirit body was achieved, the required amount of pills would be greatly reduced.

"Still, I need to plant the tree first; this is called 'sharpening the axe so it doesn't delay chopping wood'."

"The demonic tree grows quite quickly. . . if it doesn't meet expectations, I can cut my losses in time."

"I'll set a twenty-year deadline first! I'm only twenty now, so in twenty years, I'll only be forty! If by then I find the Longevity Art truly too difficult to cultivate, I can still turn back."

Fang Xi secretly set a time limit for himself.

"However, things that need to be purchased still must be purchased. . ."

His gaze swept around the Myriad Islands Lake, spotting the mark for 'Treasure Ship Market', and he instantly felt even more satisfied.

Although Green Bamboo Mountain Market had many good things, its "big shop bullies customers" attitude was truly problematic, and Fang Xi didn't want to go there a second time.

He now had quite a few good items on him, enough to sell them at another cultivation city, and then acquire inheritances, formations. . .

"Excellent, truly good stuff!"

After some internal planning, Fang Xi looked up and said to Ge Hong Dan, "Many thanks, Daoist friend!"

As he spoke, he took out ten spirit stones and handed them to Ge Hong Dan.

"Haha, you're too kind."

Ge Hong Dan held the spirit stones, grinning from ear to ear.

For cultivators, these truly were hard currency.

Even with great worldly power, they were hard to come by.

He pocketed the spirit stones and began to drink his tea, a hint of curiosity in his tone: "Daoist friend, could it be that you intend to go to White Peace Immortal City?"

"Precisely!"

Though he had absolutely no such intention—after all, even Core Formation ancestors resided in the immortal city, not to mention countless powerful Foundation Establishment cultivators—Fang Xi had no desire to wander around under their noses.

But necessary concealment was still appropriate.

"I do have a few friends in White Peace Immortal City. If you go, Daoist friend, you might pay them a visit. . ."

Ge Hong Dan smiled as he provided a few contact methods.

Fang Xi noted them down one by one, expressing his gratitude.

Once the transaction was complete, he strode out of the Celestial Immortal Pavilion.

...

Myriad Islands Lake was a full six to seven thousand li away from Green Bamboo Mountain Market!

This was merely the linear distance.

The journey involved mountains, rivers, bandits, and thieves. . . Thus, an average person in ancient times might never even leave their hometown in their entire life; only truly capable individuals could make it to the county town.

Fang Xi traveled by foot with movement techniques, maintaining minimal energy consumption. He could effortlessly run for an entire day, faster than a galloping horse, covering five to six hundred li.

Although he possessed the Black Cloud Pouch artifact for transportation, Qi Refinement cultivators had limited magical power, and continuously using it for travel was too extravagant. Moreover, it made one vulnerable to being caught off guard if danger arose.

Therefore, he primarily relied on his movement techniques for travel, or rode a horse to rest. Only when encountering large rivers blocking his path or sheer cliffs would he temporarily summon the Black Cloud Pouch to glide swiftly just above the ground.

In this way, he also bypassed many detours, estimating that he could reach Myriad Islands Lake within twenty days.

More than ten days later.

Fang Xi journeyed, enduring wind and dew, occasionally only stopping in large cities for a brief respite.

On this particular day, seeing that dusk had fallen, he sought refuge in a mountain cave for the night.

"If it weren't for the conveniences cultivators have, like Bigu pills and cleansing talismans. . . long-distance travel would be even more lethal."

After swallowing a Bigu pill, Fang Xi sighed with regret over the transportation of ancient times.

"I've heard. . . that between some large cultivation cities, merchant caravans regularly travel, and riding on their beasts of burden saves a lot of trouble. . . and is also much safer."

Green Bamboo Mountain Market also used to have them, but now. . . it's a damn black market!

Therefore, there were no such merchant caravans traveling anymore.

Fang Xi could only travel alone.

Fortunately, he was a low-key person and didn't cause trouble. Besides the fatigue of travel, nothing particularly unusual happened along the way.

No rogue cultivators jumped out to kill and seize treasures, nor did any distressed female cultivators appear for him to play the hero and rescue a beauty.

After a night's rest, Fang Xi was full of energy and continued his journey, arriving at Yujun, a prefecture in the northern part of the State of Yue.

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Chapter 54: Yuan He Mountain (For the Alliance Leader Cramp's Night! )

Chapter 55: A Certain Martial Arts Hall (In celebration of Alliance Master 'Cramped Night'! )

Chapter 56: Accepting Disciples (A Congratulation to Alliance Leader Stiff Night! )

Chapter 57: Getting Married (Celebrating Pipa Yinli Jiaoshuren's Alliance Master! )

Chapter 58: The Grandmaster Society (Congratulations to the Alliance Master of Pixiaoyuan School Scholar! )

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Chapter 60: The Arena (Congratulations to Alliance Master Satan under the Moonlight! )

Chapter 61: Notorious Reputation (For Alliance Leader "Satan in the Moonlight")

Chapter 62: Breaking Through to Martial God (Congratulations to Alliance Master Satan in the Moonlight! )

Chapter 63: Aftermath at Green Bamboo (Celebrating Feathered Life, Descending Phoenix Alliance Leader! )

Chapter 64: Fencing the Loot (Congratulating Alliance Lord Hanyu Jiangxiangluan! )

Chapter 65: Eternal Evergreen (Celebrating Alliance Leader Yusheng Jiangxiangluan! )

Chapter 66: Three Types of Spirit Bodies (For Alliance Leader Tianqiong Yunhai! )

Chapter 67: Planning to Slay the Flood Dragon (Congratulations to the Heaven's Vault Cloud Sea Alliance Leader! )

Chapter 68: Slaying the Serpent (Congratulations to the Alliance Leader of the Heavenly Firmament Cloud Sea! )

Chapter 69: Assessment (For Heavenly Emperor Dao Master Alliance Leader! )

Chapter 70: Aftermath (For the Alliance Leader of the Son of Heaven Dao Lord! )

Chapter 71: The Geography of Yue (For the Alliance Leader of the Son of Heaven Dao Lord! )

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