Cultivating Immortality in a World of Chaos - Chapter 93

[Chapter 92 Mu Xiu (asking for monthly ticket)]

After hard work, I looked at the expanded cave.

Fang Xi sat on a rock, took out the jade slip of “The Art of Immortality”, and slowly comprehended it.

This place was naturally the place he prepared for himself to plant trees!
In this way, the possibility of being exposed at the beginning was extremely small.

Moreover, if they encounter trouble, secrets are leaked, or they are even besieged by powerful enemies, they can escape from the cliffs on the other side and jump directly into Wandao Lake.

After entering the lake, they used the water as a cover to cross directly. It was absolutely seamless!

This is just in case.

“Well… In this way, the most I can do is fail in practicing the ‘Longevity Technique’, but the damage to my body and mana will be minimal…”

After studying the technique several times, Fang Xi came to a conclusion.

After a moment, he put away the jade slip and took out the gray seed.

This is the one he carefully selected from the three seeds, and it is the one with the fullest vitality.

As for the demon tree in the Daliang world, he would have to be crazy to covet it!

Under the soft light of the night pearl.

Fang Xi recited a series of difficult-to-understand notes, and suddenly a ray of green light bloomed in his eyes.

The next moment, he took out a magic dagger, withdrew his true energy, and forcefully cut the skin on his fingers, letting drops of blood from his fingertips drip onto the spirit seed.

Gulu!
Something strange happened.

The blood dripped onto the seeds and penetrated into them very quickly, being absorbed by the seeds very quickly!
On the surface of the seeds, fine blood-colored runes appeared one after another, and then quickly disappeared without a trace…

This is the preparation for the first step of offering sacrifice to one’s own spiritual plant in the ‘Art of Immortality’!

Every day, he used his magic power to refine the spirit seeds, and then supplemented them with blood essence to establish a connection!
Since this was a species of the demon tree, Fang Xi made more adequate preparations to ensure that there would be no eventuality.

After finishing his daily homework, Fang Xi felt a little hesitant.

After being stunned for a long time, a trace of ruthlessness suddenly appeared on his face. He grabbed the spiritual seed and moved his five fingers flexibly, like turning yin and yang!
“Hah!”

Fang Xi roared and activated the “Qi Penetrating the Whole Body” technique, covering his entire body with a layer of blood-red.

“Hunyuan True Skill!”

He practiced martial arts move by move, and the condensed fist spirit gathered in his palm, constantly refining this spirit seed!
This is Dugu Wuwang’s “Demon Devouring Technique”!
With the blood and will of the grandmaster… he constantly impacted and refined the remaining will in the demon seed!
By now, Fang Xi has basically confirmed that there is no other residual spirit in this spirit seed, only his own mark.

“What a pity… If I could advance to the realm of ‘True Energy Transformation’, it would be a sure thing!”

After finishing a set of boxing, Fang Xi looked at the spirit seed with a little emotion, but soon put aside his worries.

Dugu Wuwang was just a master of body refining in the beginning, but he was able to remain safe and sound for so long after swallowing a piece of flesh and blood from the Qilin Demon.

I am a cultivator, and I have prepared a tranquilizing elixir, so I won’t be defeated by a mere demon seed!
It would be better if it was the demon tree itself!

…

After a busy period, Fang Xi covered the entrance to the cliff and climbed back to the training room along the secret passage.

Sitting cross-legged, Fang Xi calmed down and began to practice the “Eternal Spring Technique”!
After the cycle of practice, he walked out of the practice room and went to the talisman making room to learn how to draw talismans, or went to the equipment refining room to try to refine equipment.

A peaceful life is so simple and unpretentious.

Every day, I take care of the spiritual fields, dig caves, practice martial arts, and then try to learn the skills of cultivating immortals…

Back then, Fang Xi had tried his best to collect as much inheritance as possible in the Baochuan Market.

After several months of experiments, he had to admit that he had no special talent in alchemy, talisman making, or refining weapons.

If you want to make progress, you can only spend a lot of materials and pile it up!

This result made Fang Xi a little depressed.

It turns out that he is not a genius after all.

However, the breeding log left by Miao Dong helped him figure out some tricks, and his progress in spiritual plant cultivation was also quite fast.

“Could it be that my talent is all in raising spirit beasts and plants?”

Fang Xi couldn’t help but doubt this.

Apart from that, there is the inheritance of puppetry that he has always dreamed of, but because it is too niche, there has been no news.

In fact, Fang Xi believed that the puppetry technique must be passed down in the martial arts pavilions of those big families.

But if others don’t publicize it, he doesn’t even have an idea where to grab it!

“Forget it… Is there anything perfect in the world?”

“The preparations now are almost sufficient.”

Fang Xi looked at the raindrops outside the window that were gradually stopping, and made a decision secretly: “It’s time… to set up the ‘small cloud and rain formation’.”

…

The summer rain comes and goes quickly.

On the second day, it was a sunny day with no clouds in the sky.

Fang Xi picked up a fish basket and jumped down from the Emerald Cliff!

Whoosh!
A black cloud suddenly appeared, holding up his figure.

He cruised on the lake, selected a reef, cast his fishing rod and started fishing.

There are spirit fish in Wandao Lake!
In fact, there are many cultivators who make a living from them, such as Miao Dong who raises water crows.

Fang Xi didn’t want to catch the spirit fish, he just wanted to have some fun.

A few hours later, a huge paper crane slowly flew over from the direction of Jingyue Lake.

Fang Xi looked at his empty fish basket, put the fishing rod and the basket into the storage bag, and went to meet him.

“Haha… Fellow Daoist Fang seems to be taking it easy today. I wonder how many fish he caught?”

When Taoist Xiumu saw Fang Xi’s actions, he asked with a deliberate smile.

As we all know, living things cannot be put into storage bags.

“Farming and fishing are all about nourishing your mind!”

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Fang Xi replied with a cold expression.

“Hahaha!”

The old Taoist Xiumu laughed happily. He had been choked by Fang Xi’s sarcasm many times before, but today he finally felt proud.

“Master Xiumu, what brings you here today?” Fang Xi curled his lips, too lazy to argue with this old man who was half buried in the ground.

He could see that the old Taoist priest’s cultivation was no longer enough to suppress the aging of his body, and he exuded a deathly aura.

This person’s time is definitely approaching. The reason he was willing to fight for his life was also for the sake of future generations.

“Today is a great day. All my descendants have arrived. I have come to invite you to celebrate with me.”

Taoist Xiumu bowed sincerely and said, “In the future, my great-great-grandson will be in the care of you, Taoist friend.”

“This is your own business…”

Fang Xi shook his head repeatedly, but looking at the old Taoist who was almost begging him, and thinking of the favor he had shown him when he lent him twenty spirit stones, he reluctantly nodded: “Forget it, I’ll go get a glass of wine too…”

He immediately took out the Black Cloud Bag and slowly followed the old Taoist Xiu Mu to the Twin East Peak.

“A spiritual place…”

Taoist Xiumu was old and weak, and it seemed that even his magic power had declined a lot. The paper crane he controlled was only as fast as an adult running. He had the opportunity to say something to Fang Xi: “We have come at a good time. The island master is kind-hearted and his words are as good as gold… Back then, when we opened up the Wandao Lake cultivation area, my ancestor of the Mu family was only at the sixth level of Qi training. He led a group of clansmen to overcome difficulties and eight uncles died before he could barely open up a spiritual island. But in the blink of an eye, it was taken away by trickery and robbed. My ancestor was so angry that he vomited blood and died…”

“The descendants are incompetent and have been relying on working as tenant farmers for other forces to make a living. To put it nicely, they are a Qi-refining family, but in reality, they are just rootless cultivators…”

“In my generation, I can only rely on my accumulated connections to do some business and information brokering…”

“But now, our Mu family finally has a place to inherit. After I, Mu Xiu, die, I will have the face to face my ancestors…”

‘Mu Xiu’ – this is the real name of the Taoist master Xiu Mu.

His face was ruddy, quite like a last burst of vitality.

Fang Xi was afraid that the old Taoist Xiumu would be unable to catch his breath, so he threw down his magic weapon headfirst.

Fortunately, the other party controlled the magic weapon quite steadily and slowly made his way to the Twin East Peak.

The mountain is not high, the forest is lush, and the scenery is quite beautiful.

Several rows of wooden houses have been built at the node where spiritual energy gathers. Some of the tree barks have not been peeled off cleanly, and they emit a fresh scent of grass and trees.

Several men, women, old and young were busy, and when they saw the Taoist priest Xiumu coming over, they hurried forward to salute and called him “Old Ancestor!”
Fang Xi looked over and found that there were at least dozens of people, men and women, with their families.

Two or three of them were almost as old as the old Taoist Xiu Mu, but their cultivation was only at the second or third level of Qi Refining. Their faces and hands were full of traces of vicissitudes of life, and they even had a temperament that Fang Xi was very familiar with. They were probably tenant farmers of other people’s families.

“These people must not only have low spiritual roots, but also have been exploited by the rich. They have no time to practice. They have to secretly give the spiritual crystals they save to their juniors. With this little cultivation, their whole life is wasted…”

Fang Xi was guessing in his mind, but a smile appeared on his face as he greeted everyone one by one.

Taoist Xiumu specially brought him to a handsome young man in a brocade robe and introduced him solemnly: “This is my great-great-grandson – Mu Wen. He has cultivated to the fourth level of Qi Refining when he was in his twenties. His aptitude is almost comparable to that of Taoist friends. He will be the next head of our Mu family…”

Hearing this, Mu Wen felt a little proud.

Then I heard the old Taoist Xiumu say, “Wen’er, why don’t you come and meet your Uncle Fang! Your Uncle Fang is not only a good farmer, but he almost killed the entire Lu family with just one sword. He has quite the style of a sword cultivator!”

“Meet Uncle Fang!”

Mu Wen reluctantly stepped forward and saluted Fang Xi, who looked not much older than him. In his heart, he was complaining: “One man and one sword, to kill the Lu family? The Lu family only had cultivators in the early stage of Qi Refining at that time, and there were also great masters in the late stage of Qi Refining to support them. I can do it too!”

“Nephew, please get up quickly…” Fang Xi held up his hands with both hands: “In terms of aptitude, I am just average.”

In fact, his own family knows his own business.

If he hadn’t had the resources from the inter-world trade to buy elixirs, he would probably still be struggling at the third level of Qi Refining!
“Cousin Manlou, did you hear that? These casual cultivators are only at the third or fourth level of Qi Refining in their twenties, and they’re still amazing…”

A white jade boat flew over and suddenly stopped in the sky.

Mo Qingyu jumped down and said to Feng Manlou on the boat: “In my Mo family, if any of our descendants cannot break through the fourth level of Qi Refining by the age of 25, we can only send them to work in the family spiritual fields and shops…”

(End of this chapter)