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Chapter 93: A Sword Broken in Fury (Seeking Subscription)

Chapter 93: A Sword Broken in Fury (Seeking Subscription)

"Old Daoist Kumu. . ."

Fang Xi glanced at the two uninvited, unpleasant guests, then turned to Old Daoist Kumu.

"Sigh. . ."

Old Daoist Kumu sighed and stepped forward to greet them: "Fellow Daoist Mo, Fellow Daoist Feng. . . What wind blows you two here today?"

"Haha, well said, well said. Since we two have entered Mirror Moon Lake to serve as law enforcement cultivators, we are naturally responsible for the security of the entire Peach Blossom Island. Today, with so many people gathered here, it is only right that we come to verify everyone's identities, lest any demonic cultivators mingle amongst them."

Feng Man Lou stepped down from his flying boat, speaking with righteous indignation.

Family cultivators like them were naturally at odds with the rogue cultivators who occupied Twin Peaks.

Whenever the two sides met, there was always some sarcasm and sneering.

In any case, his Emerald Cliff was far away, allowing him to keep it out of sight, out of mind.

Before long, Wei Yi Xin and his wife arrived from West Peak as well.

Among them, Hua Chan Juan was clearly already six months pregnant.

Fang Xi quickly stepped forward to offer his congratulations, secretly calculating how much of a gift he would have to prepare once the child was born.

This time, Old Daoist Kumu was treating, and Fang Xi had sent a low-grade spirit stone as a congratulatory gift – that truly wasn't a small amount!

"Brother Fang, you've come just in time! Quick, help me persuade this stubborn ox!"

After Hua Chan Juan became pregnant, her temper had grown even fiercer. She poked Wei Yi Xin's forehead with her finger. "I told him to focus on growing flowers and raising bees, but he won't do it! After being goaded by a few words, he wants to go adventuring again. . . How many peaceful days have we had?"

"Isn't this all for our child? I have to find some spiritual items to nourish your pregnancy. . . And after the birth, we'll need spiritual items for strengthening foundations. If the child has spiritual roots, we'll also need to prepare resources for future cultivation. . ."

A rare tender expression appeared on Wei Yi Xin's face as he explained in a low voice.

Fang Xi watched this scene, not wanting to be force-fed more sappy affection, and turned his gaze elsewhere.

He saw Mo Qing Yu and Mu Wen exchange a few words, then Mo Qing Yu looked his way, his gaze full of eager provocation, and declared loudly: "I heard you, a single person with a single sword, slaughtered your way through a cultivation family. . . Heh, what kind of family was the Lu family anyway? Fellow Daoist Fang, your low-grade artifact Green Reaping Sword is said to have shaken Peach Blossom Island with its might. Would you be willing to let me witness it?"

His cultivation, astonishingly, had reached the sixth layer of Qi Refinement, a mere step away from the seventh.

Naturally, he looked down on Fang Xi, who was merely at the fifth layer now, having been at the fourth layer previously.

Hearing the other party intentionally emphasize "low-grade artifact," Fang Xi gave a self-deprecating smile: "Fellow Daoist Mo jests. What sword techniques could we spirit farmers possibly have? We just practiced haphazardly, relying solely on sheer grit and a willingness to fight to the death."

As he spoke, he took out his Green Reaping Sword.

The sword, shaped like a green leaf, was indeed a low-grade artifact, and even a bit damaged.

Upon seeing this, Feng Man Lou and Mo Qing Yu couldn't help but show faces full of disdain.

He was already at mid-stage Qi Refinement, yet his artifact was still low-grade. R!An@OBES

And even for a low-grade one, it was so broken.

Even Mu Wen felt that his own artifact was far superior to Fang Xi's. . .

"This sword was given to me by a friend, and it has accompanied me for many years. What a pity, what a pity. . ."

Fang Xi held the Green Reaping Sword, and it was as if Old Mai Tou's voice and smile appeared before his eyes.

Perhaps it was fate.

Holding this sword of his, Fang Xi had finally carved a path of blood, seizing what other spirit farmers yearned for their entire lives but could never attain.

Then, his gaze turned cold and sharp. He pinched the blade with two fingers. "What a pity. . ."

Clang!

Fang Xi exerted force with his two fingers, actually snapping the Green Reaping Sword in half.

Thud!

The two severed halves of the blade and hilt fell to the ground, causing Mo Qing Yu's eyes to glaze over.

"Alas, this sword possessed a spirit, and unwilling to be disgraced, it broke itself!"

Fang Xi swept a glance at Mo Qing Yu, the icy implication causing the latter's body to stiffen involuntarily.

He let out a cold laugh, no longer bothering with Old Daoist Kumu and the others, and turned to leave.

...

Mo Qing Yu remained dumbfounded, Fang Xi's earlier words echoing in his ears—'What sword techniques could we spirit farmers possibly have? We just practiced haphazardly, relying solely on sheer grit and a willingness to fight to the death. . . '

Looking at the two broken sword halves, he suddenly understood: if he dared to touch the foundations of that rogue cultivator, the other party truly would fight to the death!

"Sigh. . . Brother Mo, do you not know that Fang Xi is a Body Cultivator at the second stage of Body Cultivation?"

Feng Man Lou leisurely chimed in beside Mo Qing Yu.

Although he had ties with the Mo family, he was in competition with Mo Qing Yu, so he still felt the need to subtly drag him down: "Having offended this person, Brother Mo must be constantly vigilant. He will fight you to the bitter end. . ."

"You. . ."

Mo Qing Yu glared at Feng Man Lou, then swept a glance at Mu Wen, before flinging his hand away in frustration and departing.

Seeing this, Feng Man Lou's lips curved into a smile, and he followed suit.

The banquet thus disbanded in unpleasantness.

After Wei Yi Xin and his wife also departed, Mu Wen approached Old Daoist Kumu: "Ancestor, I. . ."

Slap!

Old Daoist Kumu backhanded him with a resounding slap, stunning Mu Wen.

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

Old Daoist Kumu's eyes were somewhat reddened. "I never imagined that because of your superior spiritual root aptitude since childhood, your father, uncles, and I gritted our teeth to provide for you. You had everything others had. . . but we ended up nurturing your arrogance! You don't discern right from wrong, nor friend from foe!"

"Do you think you're the young master of a cultivation family? That you were born to side with the Feng and Mo families? No, you are just a rogue cultivator! Back then, our whole family was scattered and homeless, more apart than together. Your father and uncles toiled day and night in other people's spirit fields, even their meditation time was squeezed. . . Your mother worked tirelessly washing spiritual silkworm silk for merchants, her hands were almost raw from soaking! All of this, wasn't it to save a few spirit crystals to support your cultivation?"

"I originally wanted to keep you by my side and guide you, but constrained by numerous trivial matters, I could only let you cultivate on your own. And this is what you learned as a result?"

Old Daoist Kumu was furious.

Emerald Cliff and West Peak were allies; they could only be befriended, never antagonized.

Mirror Moon Lake required respect, but one must guard against the family cultivators!

He had earnestly taught and personally instructed this great-grandson even before he came to the mountain, yet the outcome was still utter chaos.

"Ancestor. . . our family already has a spirit land as its foundation for inheritance. Why can't we be counted among cultivation families in the future?"

Mu Wen still seemed unconvinced.

"You. . ."

Old Daoist Kumu was so enraged he almost struck him again, but he was firmly held back by several old farmers. "Wen'er is just confused for a moment; a bit more teaching in the future will set him right."

"Future? What future? !"

Old Daoist Kumu was so angry he kicked over a rosewood table. "I originally wanted to intercede with Fellow Daoist Fang to let a few of you work in his spirit fields, earning a few more spirit stones each year, but now it's all ruined!"

The old farmers exchanged glances, all looking a bit gloomy.

...

"After this falling out, both sides should hopefully bother me less, right?"

Fang Xi walked with his hands clasped behind his back, piloting his Black Cloud Pouch towards Emerald Cliff.

The Green Reaping Sword was indeed quite significant sentimentally to him, being his very first artifact, and it cost him over two spirit stones!

Alright, actually, it was just okay. . .

Today, seeing Mo Qing Yu come to provoke him, he just casually used it as a prop to break ties; felt it was more than worth the price.

'From today onward, my reputation for drawing my sword in anger, breaking it in wrath, being temperamental, and having a reclusive nature will surely spread across all of Peach Blossom Island. Those who dare to befriend me will certainly be very few. . . '

'Back to farming! '

Fang Xi returned to Emerald Cliff and first checked the growth of his scarlet blood spirit sprouts. Then, he began to measure the land inch by inch, preparing for the future setup of his 'Small Cloud Rain Array'.

This was also a process of cultivating array formations.

...

The setting sun descended, golden light suffusing the sky.

Fang Xi held a compass, walking near his courtyard: "An array formation has a life gate, a death gate, and an array core. . . The array core must be placed within my home. With the spiritual energy of this spirit vein, maintaining the Small Cloud Rain Array at its minimum consumption should not be a problem. At that time, I can also activate the 'Spirit Gathering' effect. . . If limited solely to the cultivation chamber, raising the spiritual energy within it to first-order low-grade should be achievable. . ."

Recording the measured data onto a jade slip, Fang Xi immediately decided that after the autumn harvest, he would begin this task.

He was about to go fish from the lake for dinner when he suddenly looked up, as if sensing something.

Amidst the streaks of evening glow, a flower basket gracefully descended, and silver bells chimed suddenly!

"Greetings, Island Master!"

Upon seeing Ruan Xing Ling arrive, Fang Xi quickly bowed deeply.

"I've heard about what happened today. . ."

Ruan Xing Ling's expression was calm: "I've already retrieved the Green Reaping Sword. I can reforge it for you. . ."

Although her method of governance was internal and external balance, she also needed to reconcile conflicts and win over popular support daily.

"Thank you, Island Master. However, my only wish in this life is to beat swords into plowshares; I no longer wish for fighting and killing. . ."

Fang Xi cupped his hands and sincerely said: "If Island Master is willing to make a move for me, there is indeed one matter I'd like to trouble you with."

"Speak!"

A hint of interest appeared on Ruan Xing Ling's face.

"I am in need of a mobile artifact, and I happen to have obtained these materials. I ask the Island Master to please assist!"

Fang Xi patted his storage bag, and a pair of enormous demon bird wing bones and a large quantity of feathers appeared.

"These are. . . first-order superior-grade demon bird wing bones and plumes? " Ruan Xing Ling inspected them, her eyes brightening significantly: "Hand them to me?"

"Precisely!"

Of course, Fang Xi wouldn't hand over the even more precious serpent-dragon materials to Ruan Xing Ling now. After all, she was only a first-order mid-grade artifact refiner; what if she messed it up?

He would test the waters with these demon bird materials first. Besides, he had wanted to replace his Black Cloud Pouch for a long time.

"Is this also a fortuitous encounter you obtained from the Green Bamboo Mountain Market?"

Ruan Xing Ling collected the materials, deep in thought.

"Island Master?"

Fang Xi suddenly looked up, only to see Ruan Xing Ling say expressionlessly: "Since you are my guest elder, I naturally had to investigate thoroughly. The personnel sent to Green Bamboo Mountain Market have already returned. Your appearance, background, and origins are quite clean. As for your two-year disappearance and great advance in cultivation, you probably gained quite a few benefits from the destruction of the Green Bamboo Mountain Market, didn't you?"

'This woman actually thinks I would raid a market? Am I that kind of person? '

Fang Xi rolled his eyes internally, but a bitter smile appeared on his face, as if to say, 'Island Master, you understand. '

"We have also been through thick and thin together. Although we may not be completely honest with each other, Xing Ling can give Fellow Daoist a promise – if you do not betray me, I will never betray you!"

Ruan Xing Ling piloted her flower basket, gracefully ascending, her last words falling into Fang Xi's ears: "To tell you the truth. . . I am already a first-order superior-grade artifact refiner!"