Cultivating Immortality in a World of Chaos - Chapter 201

[Chapter 200: Asking for help (asking for guaranteed monthly tickets at the beginning of the month!)]

“Where is Ruan Dan?”

Facing the witch, Fang Xi only asked one question.

Seeing Ye Sanren’s slightly changed expression, he already knew everything.

With a sneer, the Qinghe Sword turned into a stream of light. The sword energy, which was green with a hint of golden light, whistled and pierced through Situ Qingqing’s white neck with lightning speed.

But…

Not a drop of blood flowed out.

What appeared here was a phantom that was so real that it could be mistaken for a real one!
“Fang Daoist… there is actually no hatred between us that requires a life-and-death fight… on the contrary, my Situ family is developing in Mu Country, and we can still keep in touch with each other in the future.”

Situ Qingqing’s shadow continued.

“Hehe… do you want me to collude with the devil?”

Fang Xi looked at him with disdain.

“What is good and what is evil? Even in Xuantian Sect, there may be some inheritance of magic skills… People’s hearts are even more sinister. They know that even if our Situ family obtains the secret realm of Ziyou Mountain, they cannot challenge the status of Xuantian Sect, but they deliberately give an excuse to let the Song family annihilate our clan… and then let our clan consume the Song family… People’s hearts are treacherous, and they are really played to the extreme…”

“Demon cultivators only cultivate demonic energy. The hearts of righteous cultivators may not be purer than those of demon cultivators…”

“That’s all Qingqing has to say. Take care, Fellow Daoist Fang…”

After Situ Qingqing finished speaking, the shadow immediately dispersed.

Fang Xi looked at Ye Sanren’s departing back, with a gleam in his eyes.

In the end, he sighed and put away the Qinghe Sword.

Even if he played all his cards, he could only keep Ye Sanren, and Situ Qingqing had already run off to who knows where.

It would be bad if you revealed too many of your cards at that time.

I didn’t expect that when we met again after we parted that year, this girl had also established her foundation.

…

Lingkong Island.

Previously, Ye Sanren, disguised as “Zhong Tianjun”, suddenly launched an attack and directly killed the ancestor of the Yan family, Yan Wuxiu, and took the opportunity to destroy the second-level formation.

Then they plundered and marched away with all their might, and no one dared to stop them!
In the darkness, flames shot up into the sky.

“kill!”

“Rush into the Yan family, there are plenty of spiritual stones!”

A group of masked cultivators were controlling their magical weapons to attack the Yan family cultivators.

In the market town not far away, there was also a fire, and a large number of robbery cultivators appeared.

Independent cultivators are the foundation of the world of immortal cultivation, but they are also the group of people with the least bottom line.

When order no longer exists, all independent cultivators may become calamity cultivators!
What Ye Sanren did tonight undoubtedly broke the originally peaceful and stable order of Lingkong Island!

When the independent cultivators saw the masters of the big shops being killed by Zhong Tianjun, and the market was in chaos, they could no longer hold back their greed and first robbed the small shops, and even fought each other like wild beasts for a magic pill or a magic weapon…

After looting the market town, they naturally set their sights on the Yan family mansion.

After all, this is a foundation-building family with a lot of heritage!
Maybe there are foundation-building spiritual objects!
The Yan family is also unlucky. They have just moved a few years ago and have not yet built a complete defense system. Their biggest reliance, the second-level formation, was even demolished by Zhong Tianjun.

“Go to the Yan family, they have foundation building pills!”

Listening to the chaotic shouting of the robbers outside, Yan Hongxiu almost cried in anger.

“My Yan family has worked so hard to build our family. How could we have a foundation-building pill? Even if we had one, it would have been snatched away by Zhong Tianjun!”

Thinking of the Zhong family’s foundation-building person, Yan Hongxiu’s heart felt like it had fallen into an icy cave.

Who could have imagined that the distinguished guest that the ancestor had solemnly invited into the family would turn against him and kill people?

Moreover, the Longyu Zhong family and the Yan family had no grudges in the past or today, which was really hard to understand. Could it be that they were just trying to grab resources?
After the decline of the foundation-building family, would the foundation-building cultivators also become robbery cultivators?
When Yan Hongxiu saw the corpse of her great-grandfather for the first time, her heart collapsed.

But the cruel reality did not allow her to collapse for too long.

Because not long after, the group of Tribulation Cultivators came like locusts and attacked them!

Yan Hongxiu’s tears have dried up, and now she can only bleed!

“kill!”

“My relatives and family are all behind us, kill these robbery cultivators!”

The lights of a large number of magical weapons flickered in the air, and countless human figures were intertwined.

Some monks fell down and turned into corpses, while others grabbed enough wealth and goods and retreated directly.

“Whoever offends my family shall die!”

Amid the loud shouts, Yan Hongxiu saw her Thirteenth Uncle roaring angrily.

Originally, he was a gentle and cultured man who only liked playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. But now, blood beads appeared all over his body, and he looked as ferocious as a Shura. He used secret techniques to increase his strength and died together with two masters in the late stage of Qi Refining.

“Kill, kill the thief!”

And the third uncle, the family elder who usually had a serious face, took out a second-level talisman, which turned into a flaming golden knife and flew across the neck of the leader of a group of robber cultivators.

“Ah… the boss is dead…”

“Kill him and avenge the boss!”

The remaining Tribulation Cultivators rushed forward, and several magical weapons pierced through Third Uncle’s body.

…

Wait until the morning light starts to fade and the sky gradually brightens.

Yan Hongxiu’s body was already stained with blood. In her hand was a fishing net covered with spikes. The nets were filled with traces of various pieces of meat and blood.

“Finally…retired.”

Her voice was dry and she looked around.

There were less than ten cultivators left in the Yan family. They retreated to the last secret passage of the Yan family. Inside the secret passage were a dozen shivering children – these were the spiritual children of the Yan family, and they were also the hope for the future!

“Wow…dead, all dead!”

A young man looked at the Yan family mansion that had turned into a purgatory, and suddenly burst into tears: “Eighth Uncle, Thirteenth Uncle, and cousin Fu, cousin Wenjian… sister Ling… are all dead…”

Yan Hongxiu wiped the blood off her face. She could no longer cry. A cruel look appeared on her face: “All this is the fault of Zhong Tianjun. From today on, my Yan family and Longyu Zhong family will never coexist!”

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“Well, we must report it to the sect!”

The monks nearby were filled with indignation, their eyes red.

“But…but what should we do?”

A young man who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old was panic-stricken: “Without our ancestors, how could we occupy this Lingkong Island? Those robbers only want the floating wealth… But after today, I don’t know how many forces will target my Yan family’s Lingkong Island… They want to exterminate my Yan family so that they can occupy this second-level spiritual vein!”

“If I had known this, I would have stayed in Xiaohan Mountain…”

Some of the tribesmen looked depressed, even hopeless, and muttered like zombies.

“The family has already sold the Xiaohan Mountain Spiritual Vein… We can never go back.” Yan Hongxiu’s rigid mind began to work: “We can’t give up Lingkong Island. If we give up Lingkong Island, we will really have nowhere to go! We will all become homeless cultivators. Just to rent a spiritual land will cost a lot of spiritual stones. How can we improve our cultivation and seek revenge on our enemies?”

“Shangzong… our clan doesn’t even have one person who has established his foundation… I’m afraid he won’t be in your eyes.”

An elder from the Yan family who was the most senior among the people present had a bitter face: “What should we do now… The most urgent thing is to ask for help from the three seniors of Island Master Ruan… I will go to Maple Leaf Island, Hong Yan will go to Golden Turtle Island, and Hong Xiu, you go to Dragon Fish Island. Remember, go quickly and come back quickly!”

“Dragon Fish Island?”

Yan Hongxiu couldn’t help but grit her teeth, thinking of the young cultivator who rode on a green-horned fish dragon and forced her great-grandfather to give up his foundation.

She originally treated the other party as an enemy and thought that one day she would be able to return the humiliation.

Unexpectedly, I would now have to beg for mercy from this great enemy.

“Don’t worry, Uncle Seven, I will definitely invite that gentleman to come and do justice.”

Yan Hongxiu gritted her teeth and agreed.

“Well, now is the time for the survival of my Yan family. You must remember that for the sake of the family, don’t waste your life!”

The white-haired seventh uncle’s earnest advice and that old appearance were deeply imprinted in Yan Hongxiu’s heart.

…

Dragon Fish Island.

Evergreen Pavilion.

Fang Xi secretly returned to the cave, and immediately went into seclusion to refine the formation flags and formation plates of the “Earth-Shaking Formation”.

He gained a lot from this trip. There were many spiritual materials in Song Qing’s storage ring, which was more than enough to refine two or three sets of “Earth-shaking Formation”.

Not only that, I also found a few precious third-level ores in the storage ring. As long as there is another second-level top-grade refiner, maybe I can try to create a flying spiritual weapon with the “Golden Light Treasure Pattern” as the main body!
“No… I have to plant trees next, I can’t run away at all, and there is no point in having a flying spiritual weapon…”

Playing with a newly refined khaki formation flag in his hand, Fang Xi was thoughtful: “Besides, my refining skills are really bad. It would be better for me to watch Dan Ya draw talismans every day… Then, I can take advantage of this opportunity of long-term retreat to comprehend Chen Ping’s talisman inheritance and improve my own talisman skills to at least the second-level upper grade…”

Dan Ya’s talent for talismans is much better than Fang Xi’s. Moreover, because she does not hesitate to use materials, her progress is very fast, which makes Fang Xi very envious.

At this moment, he took out the restriction token of the ‘Yi Mu Shen Lei Array’, sighed, and walked out of the door of the refining room.

A sound transmission note, like a headless fly, was dangling in the air and was caught by Fang Xi.

“It is indeed the Yan family’s business… It looks like the refining process will be delayed.”

Fang Xi sighed and left the retreat.

“Sir…” Xiahou Ying, who was already familiar with Fang Xi, stepped forward immediately: “Lingkong Island was attacked by robbers. The ancestor of the Yan family died, and the Yan family suffered heavy casualties. We sent Yan Hongxiu to ask to see you, and ask you to administer justice…”

“Okay, I understand. Bring the person to the living room.”

Fang Xi nodded lightly, but he felt a little strange in his heart.

“If Ye Sanren doesn’t do it, then maybe I will do it… If Yan Hongxiu comes to beg me again, it will be quite interesting…”

Fortunately, he was a serious man and quickly stopped his bad taste and came to the reception room.

“Greetings, Senior Fang!”

Yan Hongxiu was wandering around. When she saw Fang Xi coming in, she immediately knelt down and bowed deeply, her voice filled with tears: “Senior, please help my great-grandfather…”

“Alas… Although I have only met Friend Yan once, I have already regarded him as a close friend. Don’t worry, I will definitely help you with this matter.”

Fang Xi sighed, personally helped Yan Hongxiu up, and comforted her gently.

(End of this chapter)