Cultivating Immortality in a World of Chaos - Chapter 2

[Chapter 2 Yuan He Shan (New book, please collect it!)]

Fang Xi traveled through time, but not completely.

Or rather, he traveled through time twice!
Recalling the scene when he traveled through time for the first time, Fang Xi still felt a lingering fear.

It was a night half a year ago. After traveling for several months, Fang Xi was like a vigilant little beast, carefully extending his tentacles around to investigate the situation in Qingzhu Mountain Market.

However… his own cultivation was low, and he had not fully mastered the legacy of the original owner. Perhaps he could not even defeat the old Maitou who was at the second level of Qi Refining!
On that night, a robbery cultivator attacked the shantytown!

After all, the shantytowns were not protected by any mountain-guarding formation, and most of the spiritual farmers had low levels of cultivation.

Although they are all poor guys, some damn robbery cultivators even rob poor guys!

After all, the body of a monk, even his flesh, blood, bones and soul, are very valuable.

At that time, hearing the shouting and killing outside, and seeing several monks in black robes and masks starting to kill in room after room, Fang Xi was frightened and trembled like a fish on a chopping board. This feeling deeply stimulated him and made him awaken his golden finger!

This golden finger did not show any external signs or prompts, but he found that he could travel to another world!
Fang Xi did not hesitate and immediately chose to travel.

Then, we came to this world called ‘Daliang’.

He stretched lazily towards the sun and swore silently in his heart that he never wanted to experience that feeling of being closest to death again.

But now, let’s just enjoy it.

A smile appeared on Fang Xi’s lips.

According to the investigations during the previous time travels, there are no immortal cultivators in this world called ‘Daliang’!

Moreover, the speed of time flowing in the two worlds is about one to one, except that there is a slight difference between day and night.

In other words, the night over there is exactly the daytime in the Daliang world.

Here, a kingdom of mortal emperors rules everything.

And in the wilderness, there lives a group of creatures called ‘demons’!

According to Fang Xi, they are just some demons with impure bloodlines, and perhaps some hidden monsters.

As cautious as he was, he did not go out to hunt monsters, but instead found a mortal city – Black Stone City, and hid there.

Mortals’ gold and silver are just the most common raw materials in the world of immortal cultivation in the Southern Wilderness. One spirit crystal can be exchanged for a lot of them, but in the world of Daliang, they are unexpectedly useful.

Not long after, a wealthy man named “Mr. Fang” appeared in the wealthy area of Blackrock City.

“The master has woken up, congratulations to the master for coming out of confinement!”

At this time, a voice as sweet as a yellow oriole sounded.

Several maids in different gorgeous clothes, led by a girl in a yellow skirt, came in front of Fang Xi and bowed.

A fragrant breeze blew into Fang Xi’s nose, causing him to rub his fingers together.

He bought a large mansion in Black Rock City and many maids and servants.

Among them, the twelve older girls were named by him respectively Narcissus, Cymbidium, Hornbill, Rose, Rose, Lotus, Magnolia, Laurel, Golden Chrysanthemum, Green Bamboo, Peony, and Lily.

The one wearing a yellow dress is the head maid Yue Gui. She has skin as smooth as a baby’s and is truly a little beauty.

“Well, give the order and prepare for the banquet.”

Facing the admiring and respectful gazes of many women, Fang Xi casually gave an order.

He didn’t have any moral obsession and told the servants and maids that everyone was equal and there was no need to kneel.

On the contrary, in ancient times, he was slightly influenced by the original owner’s memories, and believed in the law of the jungle.

As a maidservant, if you dare not kneel, it means you are disrespectful to your superiors and disobey discipline, and you can be beaten to death!
Fortunately, these maidservants have been trained by human traffickers, so there will be no such weirdos.

In other words, for women like Yuegui, such a host family is normal, as if it were natural.

…

Half an hour later, in the side hall of Fang Mansion.

Fang Xi was lying on a soft chair with a table full of delicious food in front of him.

Bear paws, shark fins, bird’s nests, roast duck, stewed chicken…

A variety of pure natural ingredients, carefully seasoned by the chef, are fragrant and appetizing.

Fang Xi also enjoyed the evil feudal landlord life. He didn’t have to pick up his chopsticks himself. Just a slight eye signal would bring the delicious food to him.

He motioned Shaoyao to come forward and lie in the other’s broad and deep chest, and let Yueji pick up another piece of venison with chopsticks.

Alas, a life that is too happy is also a kind of trouble. Men should take more supplements…

Fang Xi took another sip of the wine handed to him by the beauty and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

After all, these pretty maids were trying every possible way to climb into his bed, and it was difficult for him to do anything.

…

The meal took nearly an hour.

For Fang Xi, although the nutrition is far inferior to the spiritual rice in the world of immortal cultivation, it can satisfy his appetite to a great extent.

He would enjoy this kind of enjoyment once every ten days or half a month.

It can be considered a small relief in the hard life of cultivating immortals.

After the servants had cleared the dishes, Fang Xi came to the living room and drank the fine tea prepared by Yue Gui while listening to the report from the butler Ah Fu.

“Master, I have already found out everything. The materials on demons have always been controlled by the Daliang government. Private circulation is strictly prohibited, but there are always some channels, such as martial arts schools!”

Ah Fu is an old man with flowing white beard, who looks a bit like a hermit.

But Fang Xi knew that the other party was just an ordinary old man who was almost starving to death on the roadside with his grandson, but he still voluntarily sold himself into slavery.

“Oh, a martial arts gym?”

After hearing this, Fang Xi touched his chin, thinking about something.

Daliang is also a world with extraordinary powers. Not to mention the monsters, the extraordinary power among the human race is martial arts! For
those powerful warriors, it is as easy as eating and drinking to break green rocks and crack stone slabs with their fists.

Even in Black Stone City, there are many such warriors.

Fang Xi is quite interested in the extraordinary ways of this world.

Although the spiritual energy in this world is very thin and difficult to cultivate, it can still barely maintain his own cultivation.

And the way of martial artists in Daliang should have some merits… Well, if one could obtain advanced techniques and spells in the Southern Wilderness’ immortal cultivation world, who would be willing to delve into martial arts?

Isn’t there any way around this?

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The Changchun Jue he practiced was just a common one, and the slightly better skills in the market would cost several or even dozens of spirit stones…

A deep light flashed in Fang Xi’s eyes:
“According to the intelligence gathered during this period, the warriors in this world practice the Qi and Blood Martial Arts… The destructive power should not be underestimated, although it is only for the Qi Refining Immortal Cultivators, and it has some flavor of body refining techniques…”

Physical cultivation is a niche and unpopular activity among immortal cultivators. It is not only time-consuming, but also consumes a lot of resources.

But Fang Xi didn’t care. With two worlds as resources, he didn’t care about this tiny amount at all.

What’s more…there is no other way!

‘Even a low-level Qi Refining Body Refining Technique is worth more than five spirit stones in the Qingzhu Mountain Market. I can’t afford it… But here, there are always ways to practice Qi and Blood Martial Arts. It just so happens that I also want to get some demon materials and study them…’

The intersection of these two goals greatly increased Fang Xi’s interest.

“Martial arts school? Tell me in detail…”

Ah Fu continued in a steady voice: “…In the martial arts hall, there is naturally a Qi and Blood martial arts inheritance. According to rumors, those Qi and Blood martial artists have cultivated to a high level, and ordinary meat is no longer enough to meet the needs of the body. Therefore, they need to eat all kinds of natural treasures, or demon meat to provide nutrients! Therefore, the martial arts forces in the city have their own demon meat channels…”

“In Black Stone City, besides those aristocratic families, the only martial arts forces that accept disciples are Yuanhe Mountain and the Martial Arts Alliance!”

“Yuanhe Mountain?” Fang Xi’s expression changed.

“Yes, Yuanhe Mountain is one of the most powerful sects within a hundred miles of Black Stone City. Even the government has to give it some face…” When Ah Fu mentioned Yuanhe Mountain, his tone couldn’t help but become solemn.

It is obvious that Yuanhe Mountain is indeed well-known among the people of Black Stone City.

“This kind of martial arts sect must teach more advanced martial arts.”

Fang Xi pondered for a moment: “I wonder if he is strict in accepting disciples? Can I use money to get in touch with him?”

Since Mr. Fang came to Black Stone City, he has relied on gold and silver to pave his way and has not been stingy with his spending.

Naturally, he was inevitably treated as a fat sheep during this period, but as a cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining, even if he could not afford the lowest-grade magic weapon, his sharp ears and eyes, combined with the talismans he bought at a huge cost, were enough to protect himself.

Ah Fu pondered for a moment and replied, “Yuan He Mountain often accepts children from the city’s aristocratic families, so there shouldn’t be any problem.”

“There’s no time to lose, let’s finalize this matter as soon as possible.” Fang Xi made the decision.

The flow of time in both worlds is the same, but in the Southern Wilderness Immortal Cultivation World, he can only seclude himself for a few days on the pretext of cultivation, and then he must show up, otherwise others will think he is dead and divide his land and house. This is also another form of eating up the entire family.

…

Yuanhe Mountain.

The sect’s headquarters is located in Dingzhou, and it only has a branch in Black Stone City.

Even though it is a branch, it is still magnificent and grand, occupying a large building complex, showing its extraordinary grandeur.

Deep inside this building, there is a large green lake with lotus flowers blooming in the lake.

A small boat is located among the lotus flowers, drifting with the current.

There seemed to be someone lying on the boat.

Suddenly, the boat stopped at the shore, and a cold-looking woman in a white dress came over: “Greetings, Uncle Master…”

“What’s the matter?” The man on the boat opened his eyes, yawned, and looked a little impatient.

“There is a wealthy family in the city who is willing to donate 200 taels of silver and send one person to become a disciple.” The woman in the white dress bowed and said.

“Who is it?” The man on the boat looked very young, about 20 years old. He took a report and sneered, “Fang Xi? An upstart with unknown origins? Do you think we are treating Yuanhe Mountain as a martial arts school? You’ll take us in if you pay?”

You know, as the overlord of a hundred miles in radius, Yuanhe Mountain has extraordinary power. Even when accepting disciples, he doesn’t care too much about money, and mainly focuses on qualifications.

Previously, I accepted some children from aristocratic families in order to build connections.

And Fang Xi… he was so poor that he only had money left.

“So what does uncle-master mean?” asked the woman in white dress. She had always been indifferent to the issue, but this time she was willing to say something because someone asked her for help.

“What are your qualifications?”

“I went to see it once, it was just average,” the woman replied.

“Then just reject him.” The boat moved out gently.

The woman in the white dress bowed and did not persuade him further.

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