Cultivating Immortality in a World of Chaos - Chapter 113

[Chapter 112 Peach Bell Fairy (asking for monthly ticket)]

“Uncle?”

Baozi Face was a little confused, and then shook his head: “You are lying! I don’t have an uncle…”

“Ha ha!”

Fang Xi couldn’t help but rub the chubby face’s cheek again and said with a smile: “Your name is ‘Wei Yixi’, right? If I don’t know you, how would I know your name?”

Wei Yixi frowned her pretty eyebrows and wanted to bite her fingers in annoyance. She seemed to be really thinking, how did this stranger know her name? Could he be her real uncle?
“Good Yixi…”

Fang Xi’s expression softened: “Uncle accidentally took the wrong road. Can you open the formation and let uncle out? Uncle will bring you something delicious later…”

“Um!”

Wei Yixi nodded and took out a token from her small bag.

The next moment, she smiled cunningly, suddenly jumped away, and waved the token.

A fog suddenly appeared, separating the two people.

“You’re lying!”

Wei Yixi scratched his cheek: “If you were my uncle, how could you not know the trick to enter the formation? Mother! Mother, come quickly, there are bad guys!”

Her clear childish voice echoed far, far away in the valley…

“Who are you that dares to trespass into my West Peak?!”

With a loud shout, a person wrapped in a magical light fell rapidly from mid-air, revealing a middle-aged woman.

When she saw Fang Xi, she was stunned.

“Friend Hua, I haven’t seen you for ten years…”

Fang Xi bowed solemnly, feeling a little emotional at the same time.

Hua Chanjuan is no longer the graceful girl she was ten years ago. On the contrary, she has wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, her back is a little hunched, and her hair is mixed with black and white. She looks like an ordinary woman in her forties.

Immortal cultivators would not normally age so fast, but he had been working very hard in the past ten years, accumulating spirit stones, purchasing formations… and was already showing some signs of illness from overwork.

“It’s…Fellow Daoist Fang Xi?!”

Hua Chanjuan was a little hesitant to recognize him.

Although his face was exactly the same, Fang Xi used to have a plain temperament and the cautiousness of a spiritual farmer.

Fang Xi now is as graceful as an orchid and a jade tree, with a flourishing temperament. Just standing there, he is like a tall, green pine. The vitality makes Hua Chanjuan feel a little younger.

“Mother…who is this?”

Wei Yixi pulled Hua Chanjuan’s sleeve and asked in a low voice.

It was the first time she saw her mother treating foreign monks with a friendly attitude, and she couldn’t help but feel very curious.

“It’s Uncle Fang Xifang that mother told you about. He is a good friend of mother and your father…”

Hua Chanjuan had a complicated look on her face, and said to Fang Xi: “It’s been ten years since we last met. Fellow Daoist, please come in and have a glass of honey water…”

“Thank you!”

Fang Xi bowed and followed Hua Chanjuan into the house.

Wei Yixi still looked at Fang Xi with curiosity, as if he wanted to remember the voice, appearance and smile of this old uncle.

“Xixi, why don’t you call me uncle?”

Fang Xi took a sip of honey water and started teasing the child again.

“Uncle!”

Wei Yixi called out very obediently this time, and suddenly remembered something, clapping her white hands: “I remember now, you are the uncle who hides in the Emerald Cliff like my mother and won’t come out!”

“Ahem…”

Fang Xi was a little choked up, and Hua Chanjuan lectured her daughter: “How can you talk like that? Be polite to outsiders…”

“But didn’t mother say that there are a lot of bad people down the mountain?” Wei Yixi asked back in confusion.

Hua Chanjuan was speechless and could only bow to Fang Xi: “It’s just a child talking nonsense, fellow Taoist, please don’t be offended.”

“No, no, Xixi is innocent and cute, I like her very much.”

Fang Xi laughed and asked about the little girl’s spiritual roots.

It was discovered that Hua Chanjuan was lucky and Wei Yixi had the qualifications of a mid-grade water spiritual root.

The possibility of the descendants of monks giving birth to excellent spiritual roots is greater than that between monks and mortals.

Fang Xi was not surprised by this result.

“My friend, you never go out. I wonder why you came to my place this time?”

Hua Chanjuan hugged her daughter and her expression became serious.

“Alas… the island owner has challenged the old monster with the golden teeth today, and I feel a little uneasy…”

Fang Xi told the story: “So I wanted to ask you for advice, but I didn’t expect that you had already set up a formation here. I accidentally broke into the formation, please forgive me!”

He stood up and apologized sincerely.

No matter what, it is wrong to trespass into someone else’s formation.

“So that’s what it is!”

Hua Chanjuan’s face was as cold as ice: “Someone came to see me before, but I just have one thing to say… I will kill anyone who dares to grab Xifeng! This is the only wish my late husband left for me and Xixi! As for whether the island owner wins or loses, it is none of my business!”

Fang Xi keenly felt that Hua Chanjuan seemed to have some resentment towards Ruan Xingling.

Perhaps, deep in his heart, he still suspected that Ruan Xingling might have taken action when Wei Yixin got into trouble, or at least acquiesced!
“I am devoted to my cultivation. We will not see each other again after today. Take care, fellow Taoist!”

Finally, Fang Xi bowed and prepared to leave.

“Uncle!”

When he was about to leave the formation, Wei Yixi chased him out, raised her fist and shouted: “Don’t forget, you promised me to bring me something delicious…”

Children probably rarely see other people, so they are less wary.

Fang Xi nodded and planned to have someone send her some snacks in the future. It would be fun to appease the child.

…

Emerald Cliffs.

As the sun sets, the lake surface turns golden.

“Master, we are back.”

Widow Wang brought Lu Guo and the other two back to Emerald Cliff with a look of joy on her face.

“It seems that the island owner won the bet today.”

Fang Xi couldn’t help but smile when he saw this scene.

Ruan Xingling’s victory is in his best interests.

“That’s right! Master, it’s a pity that you didn’t go…”

Widow Wang began to talk nonstop: “Today, the island master was dressed in red and showed great power… He actually fought with the old monster with golden teeth who had reached the perfection of Qi training, and the result was a draw. It was not until an incense stick and a half later that he admitted defeat… In my opinion, the old monster with golden teeth can’t defeat the island master at all!”

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“Yes…When the island master makes a move, there is a series of bell sounds. Anyone who gets close feels that their sea of consciousness is obscured and they are unable to move…After today’s battle, the old monster Jin Ya politely compensated the spirit stones and gave the island master the nickname ‘Peach Bell Fairy’.”

Lu Guo also added.

“It seems that Ruan Xingling has indeed reached the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, or even the tenth level of Great Perfection…”

Fang Xi pondered secretly, and at the same time smiled and said, “It seems that from today onwards, the name of Fairy Tao Ling will be heard throughout Wandao Lake.”

At the same time, the old monster Jin Ya lost both his wife and his troops, which would definitely delay the progress of buffering and building the foundation. This was a good thing for Fang Xi.

“After this battle, our Peach Blossom Island is considered an island among the thirty-six islands. No one will dare to attack the shops in the market again.”

Widow Wang’s face was flushed, and she seemed to have thought of something, and she said, “I think the happiest person is Mu Wen. I heard that the island owner was very impressed with him during the performance review and let him continue to be the chief manager!”

“I see.”

Fang Xi didn’t care about it.

Only when Mu Wen breaks through to the late stage of Qi Refining can he be looked at with respect.

“I have heard some news about Mu Wen.”

Lu Guo suddenly spoke.

“Oh? Tell me about it…” Fang Xi smiled: “If it is valuable, I will teach you magic for a day…”

“Thank you, Master.” Lu Guo hurriedly thanked him and immediately told what he had seen and heard: “I was among the group of children in the Mu family and heard them say that the Mu family is making trouble recently… It is said that the head of the family not only wants to pledge all the spiritual fields, but also the ancestral home of the spiritual land, so as to borrow a large amount of spiritual stones and buy a store in Lingkong Market… Some old people disagree and want to split up the family!”

“This is an addiction to risk-taking and speculation…”

Fang Xi murmured, and couldn’t help but think of the rich second generations in his previous life.

As long as you don’t start a business or invest, or gamble, even if you squander your fortune, you can continue to squander it for decades…

But once you make big moves and investments, it is full of risks!

There may be a very small number of successes, but failure is the majority.

Mu Wen must have tasted the sweetness of speculation before, and wanted to make a big one this time!
If it succeeds, the Mu family will be the family rooted in this second-level spiritual vein in Lingkongfang City in the future!
As for failure?

This person probably thinks he can never fail.

“I think it’s feasible. It’s a shop in the second-level spiritual market. It can definitely support several generations.”

Widow Wang was full of envy: “Especially now, who dares to attack our Peach Blossom Island monks?”

“Lu Guo, what do you think?”

Fang Xi looked at Lu Guo.

“Master, I think farming is more practical!” Even though he still had the idea of going out to explore the world, Lu Guo remained calm.

“Very good, I will teach you magic tomorrow…”

Fang Xi couldn’t help but nodded with satisfaction.

What happened to the Mu family actually had little to do with him.

I just feel a little emotional when I think of Mu Xiu back then.

…

The next day, Fang Xi taught Lu Guo the tricks of the “Spring Breeze and Rain Technique” and the “Genjin Kusanagi Sword”, and then sent him to deliver some snacks to the Twin West Peak.

He, Fang Xi, is a man of his words.

In autumn, there are abundant fruits.

The spiritual fields once again had a good harvest.

During the rush to harvest the spiritual rice, not to mention Fang Xi, even Wang Xiaohu was grabbed by Widow Wang and forced to go down to the fields to pick up the missed rice grains on the ground.

Although it is hard work, I still feel a great sense of accomplishment when I see the full warehouse of spiritual rice.

Fang Xi, however, secretly paid attention to the fertility of the spiritual field and planned to reserve one or two acres next year to plant spiritual medicine seeds.

His alchemy requires a large amount of materials to practice, and now the stock is running low, so he needs to replenish it from the outside.

Growing your own is undoubtedly the most cost-effective.

It’s just that next year I have to work hard again to learn how to grow a few other spiritual herbs… and I’m teaching him the way of spiritual herb farming, so other spiritual farmers won’t be happy enough!
Winter.

It was snowing heavily outside.

Fang Xi activated the small cloud and rain formation, making the inside of the formation always warm like spring, and peach blossoms bloomed in the courtyard.

Under the peach tree, there was a black table with a green bamboo wine bottle and two cups on it.

Fang Xi silently poured himself a cup, and it still tasted bitter when he took a sip.

This year, Ruan Xingling did not come…

(End of this chapter)