Cultivating Immortality in a World of Chaos - Chapter 91

[Chapter 90 Ceremony (Congratulations to the KKRGUN leader!)]

Time flies and a month goes by quickly.

Mirror Moon Lake.

In the medicinal field area, under the second-level spiritual peach tree in the center.

Ruan Xingling was wearing a pink palace dress, stroking the simple branches of the peach tree that looked like a dragon, her face seemed to be reminiscing and missing…

There were still a few green peaches hanging on the branches of the spiritual peach tree, which were obviously unripe.

“I remember… this peach has a life span of three years and is very sweet. Unfortunately, my father didn’t let me eat more of it. He said he wanted to leave it for the children who would lay the foundation in the future. This peach has mild spiritual power and is absolutely free of poison. It is a supreme product for building the foundation… When the thief Lu rebelled, my father had the money to destroy the tree, but he couldn’t bear to do it…”

Ruan Xingling seemed to be talking to herself: “Now… this spiritual plant is finally back in my hands.”

“Xingling, you were able to endure humiliation and finally get your revenge. I am very pleased with you.”

An old man in a crane robe walked slowly towards them. It was Feng Baimeng.

He twirled his beard and spoke in a gentle tone, “You don’t have to worry about the alliance now. You have my face, and that old Taoist Xiumu also has some connections. After all, your Ruan family is the real owner of Peach Blossom Island. Now that you have suppressed the rebels, no one can say anything…”

“As for the nearby families, my Baiyufeng family and the Heishamo family will naturally support you with all their strength. After all, we are relatives… Lu Jingqing also knows this and does not make friends with our two families. Instead, he tries to please the old monster Jin Ya from Jinyan Island. But how could the old monster Jin Ya go against the three of us just for a dead person? You are sitting firmly on the position of island master. I wonder when you will hold the ceremony to take over as island master? I will definitely let Manlou bring a heavy gift!”

Feng Baimeng talked a lot.

It seems that when people get old, they become more nagging: “By the way, do you still remember Manlou? The little kid back then has grown into a handsome man now!”

“How can we give this sacred land of Peach Blossom Island to outsiders? The old Taoist Xiumu is fine, but the other three casual cultivators are only in the middle stage of Qi Refining, and they don’t have any connections or special skills…”

Ruan Xingling’s expression was firm: “I have my own plan for this matter. My Ruan family is short of manpower and needs help!”

“Go ahead!” Feng Baimeng clapped his hands and said with a smile, “You are short of manpower, but my Bai family and Mo family have it. We are all family, how could they harm you?”

“Alas… why do you have to force me?” The lines on Ruan Xingling’s face gradually became stiff: “Since my great-grandfather is here, Xingling will make it clear… Even if I want to recruit a son-in-law in the future, I will never choose from the Mo family or the Feng family. After all, my last name is Ruan!”

“you……”

Feng Baimeng’s beard trembled slightly, but soon calmed down and sighed: “Alas… Yuan Zhan has a good daughter.”

…

Emerald Cliffs.

A group of mortals were laying the foundation, piling up bricks… and working very hard, taking the blueprints given by Fang Xi.

Fang Xi occasionally came over to supervise and inspect the workers. They were all trembling with fear, with humble and ingratiating smiles on their faces, and were almost kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.

Moreover, most of them were wearing tattered clothes with many patches, and looked pale and thin.

But even so, they all feel better than the people of Yue.

Seeing this, Fang Xi could only secretly be thankful that he had not been reincarnated as a commoner without spiritual roots.

Otherwise, I really can’t get through a single day.

He came to the spiritual field and began to weed and fertilize…

Occasionally he would use the Spring Breeze and Rain Technique and the Gengjin Kusanagi Sword, feeling grateful that his old craft had not been neglected after all.

“call……”

After finishing another acre of farm work, Fang Xi raised his waist and took a deep breath.

“Generally speaking, a spiritual farmer can only work on three or four acres of land at best.”

“Now I have thirteen acres of land. Under normal circumstances, I can hire several spiritual farmers and become a small landlord in the immortal cultivation version… Then I can have a beautiful wife and maids, fine clothes and delicious food, and a luxurious house. How happy!”

“Fortunately, I am a physical practitioner, so I can handle it alone.”

After expressing his emotion, Fang Xi continued to bend down and work.

According to the inheritance of the Spirit Plant Husband, after processing the spiritual field, you can sow the seeds of the red blood spiritual rice.

This spiritual rice is planted in spring and harvested in autumn. During this period, it needs to be irrigated with special spiritual water. It is best to mix it with some wild beast blood, with the blood of monster beasts being the best.

In this way, the grown spiritual rice will be full of energy and blood.

Materials like monster blood may be a bit troublesome for other spiritual farmers, but for Fang Xi, it is just like ordinary spring water.

“Fang Daoist, where are you growing spiritual rice?!”

Half an hour later, a large paper crane flew slowly over, and a man jumped down from it. It was the old Taoist Xiumu!

He greeted him with a smile, and then Fang Xi looked up and said, “Fellow Daoist Xiumu, are you here to ask for the spiritual stones? Didn’t I tell you that I will return these spiritual stones to you after the spiritual rice harvest!”

“It’s not about the twenty spirit stones…”

Taoist Xiumu shook his hand quickly and looked at the field again: “Huh? Daoist friend, you are planting red blood spiritual rice? This kind of spiritual rice can’t be sold at a high price…”

“The local spiritual energy is insufficient, so we should plant the ones that don’t require much spiritual energy first and cultivate their fertility first…”

Fang Xi jumped onto the edge of the field and rubbed his hands: “I wonder why you came here?”

“Three days from now, Fairy Ruan will be inaugurated as the island master.” When it came to business, Taoist Xiumu’s expression became serious: “I’m here to deliver the invitation!”

“Um!”

Fang Xi took the invitation, glanced at it, and casually put it into his storage bag: “Thank you, fellow Daoist. Please tell them that I will be there in three days!”

The old Taoist Xiumu was stunned. This Taoist friend Fang seemed quite well-versed in socializing in the market town, so why did he seem a little unfamiliar after arriving at Peach Blossom Island?

He thought about it and gave a hint: “It is said that people from the Feng family and the Mo family will come to the Fairy Ruan Ceremony this time…”

“oh!”

Fang Xi wanted to create an aloof image, so he answered a few questions in a deliberately sarcastic tone.

Taoist Xiumu was a little anxious, so he said directly: “Fairy Ruan still values the four of us, but we are all dependent on others after all. It is best for us to stick together and support each other!”

Doesn’t Fang Xi even understand this?

“I see!”

Fang Xi nodded, then shook his head: “But I just want to work hard at Emerald Cliff, and I really don’t want to bother with the outside world. Daoist friend, let’s forget about this idea of us advancing and retreating together…”

The old Taoist Xiumu was speechless for a long time, and finally stomped his feet and left.

…

Three days later.

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Jingyue Lake.

Nguyen’s mansion.

The monks from nearby gathered together and sat at more than a dozen tables.

Red silk was also hung in the courtyard, making it look particularly festive.

The table was filled with freshly picked spiritual fruits and pastries made from spiritual rice, and tea was served like running water.

Fang Xi randomly picked a low-grade magic weapon from the spoils as a gift and was arranged to sit at the edge, just at the same table with Wei Yixin and his wife.

However, the old Taoist priest Xiumu, who was good at handling things, acted as the temporary receptionist and entertained the guests like a half-host of the family.

Occasionally, some cultivators would see Fang Xi and the others, and their eyes would be filled with envy, jealousy… and even resentment!
“Fairy Ruan is unwise. Why did she recruit these casual cultivators? I think their cultivation is just average…”

“Yes, there is still a spiritual land. Even if it is not up to standard, it is still a foundation! I am really lucky!”

What is a casual cultivator? A person who is like a floating duckweed, has no fixed place to live, drifts with the wind, and has no one to rely on when he grows old… He is the lowest level in the world of immortal cultivation!

With a piece of sacred land, there is a foundation for establishing a family or sect.

I don’t know how many casual cultivators have been looking forward to this their whole lives!
Unfortunately, they never see any hope in their entire lives.

Now seeing Fang Xi and the other four cultivators successfully reach the shore, they are naturally full of jealousy, and some are even resentful!
“You don’t understand this. Fairy Ruan’s move is very clever.”

An old cultivator with a red face took a sip of spiritual tea and started talking: “Although he is a great master in the late stage of Qi Refining, he is only one person after all, so he gathered the scattered cultivators without foundation as his wings, and brought in the power of his relatives, so that the inside and outside can check and balance each other, which can ensure temporary peace… Then he promoted the spiritual root children among the mortals, gave them the surname Ruan, and laid a deep foundation, which is the three-legged tripod… After a few decades, when the cultivators he trusts grow up, this will be an iron bucket-like kingdom!”

Fang Xi’s ears were much more sensitive than Wei Yixin and his wife. When he heard this, he was speechless.

He built an empire from just a small island.

Could it be that this old cultivator started out as a Feng Shui fraudster in the mortal world? Or did he practice dragon-slaying techniques or something?

“Friend Fang, please have some tea!”

Wei Yixin forced a stiff smile and took the initiative to ease the relationship with Fang Xi.

After being enlightened by his fellow Taoist priests in recent days, he finally came to his senses.

From now on, he will be a cultivator with a solid foundation. He won’t have to fight or kill anyone anymore, but he still has to maintain good relations with his neighbors.

This can do no harm!

Moreover, Taohua Island was not peaceful at all!
“Well, the couple has settled down in Xifeng? How do you plan to make a living in the future?”

Fang Xi asked casually while drinking the spiritual tea.

“There are many houses on the West Peak. They can be lived in after a little renovation…” This time it was Hua Chanjuan who took the initiative to talk. She smiled sweetly, full of energy, and her brows were filled with expectations for the future: “There is also a sea of flowers, which is very beautiful… I can raise jade bees, and I plan to tame more of them. Next year, I can harvest the honey. But I, the head of the family, am used to killing people with my knife hands. I can’t even make a beehive. It’s crooked and ugly…”

“Now that we have a spiritual land, we can save the elixirs for future cultivation and buy more spiritual seeds. Daoist friend is a spiritual plant husband, so you must teach us how to farm. I don’t want to live on the edge of a knife anymore. It’s a good opportunity to sell the magic tools and buy some nice clothes…”

She talked for a long time, and finally invited: “The head of the family and I are going to set up a family. How about calling it ‘Twin Weiss’?”

“Why do you bring up such a thing?”

Wei Yixin’s face flushed.

Fang Xi was stunned for a moment, then looked at Hua Chanjuan’s flat belly, feeling a little speechless.

If they want to establish a Qi-refining family, they still have a long way to go.

“Feng Manlou of the Feng family of Baiyu Island and Mo Qingyu of the Mo family of Heisha Island, here we are!”

Outside the door, the powerful voice of the old Taoist Xiumu came.

Most of the guests looked and saw two young monks, one in white and the other in green robes, coming hand in hand. Both of them were elegant and graceful, which made people secretly impressed.

“The Feng family and the Mo family are shameless, they are planning to marry into the family. Ugh!”

Hua Chanjuan spat softly, her face not looking very good.

(End of this chapter)