Cultivating Immortality in a World of Chaos - Chapter 94

[Chapter 93: Broken Sword in Anger (Subscription Request)]

“Fellow Daoist Xiumu…”

Looking at these two uninvited evil guests, Fang Xi turned to look at the old Taoist Xiu Mu.

“well……”

Taoist Xiumu sighed and stepped forward to greet him: “Friend Daoist Mo, Friend Daoist Feng… What wind brought you two here?”

“Haha, no problem, no problem. Since the two of us entered Jingyue Lake as law enforcement monks, we are naturally responsible for the safety of the entire Peach Blossom Island. Today, there are many people here, so we naturally have to verify their identities one by one to prevent any demonic cultivators from sneaking in.”

Feng Manlou also got off the flying boat and spoke with great righteousness.

These family cultivators are not naturally the same kind of people as the independent cultivators who occupy the Twin Peaks.

When the two sides meet, there is always some sarcasm.

Fang Xi simply walked aside and ignored it.

Anyway, his Emerald Cliff is far away, so he can just ignore it.

Not long after, Wei Yixin and his wife from the West Peak also arrived.

Among them, Hua Chanjuan was surprisingly pregnant.

Fang Xi hurriedly stepped forward to congratulate him, secretly calculating how much he would have to give as a gift when his child was born.

This time, Taoist Xiumu invited him to dinner, and he gave a gift of a low-grade spiritual stone, which was really not a small amount!
“Brother Fang, you came at the right time, hurry up and persuade this stubborn bull!”

After Hua Chanjuan became pregnant, her temper became even more irritable. She poked Wei Yixin’s forehead with her finger and said, “I asked him to plant flowers and raise bees properly, but he refused to do so. After being instigated by others, he took risks again… We have only had a few days of peace and quiet, right?”

“Isn’t this for the sake of the child? I have to find some spiritual objects to nourish your pregnancy… After you give birth, you’ll need spiritual objects to nourish your essence and lay the foundation. If you have spiritual roots, I’ll also need to prepare the resources for future cultivation…”

Wei Yixin’s face showed a rare tenderness as she explained in a low voice.

Fang Xi looked at this scene and didn’t want to be fed with any more dog food, so he turned to look in another direction.

But after Mo Qingyu chatted with Mu Wen for a few words, he looked at him with a provocative look in his eyes, and said loudly: “I heard that you, with just one sword, can kill a family of cultivators… Haha, what’s the Lu family? Fellow Daoist Fang, your low-grade magic weapon Qinghe Sword is also very powerful in Peach Blossom Island. Would you like to let me see it?”

His cultivation had reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, and he was only one step away from the seventh level.

Naturally, he looked down on Fang Xi, who was at the fourth level of Qi Refining and is now only at the fifth level.

Hearing the other party deliberately mentioning the “low-grade magic weapon”, Fang Xi also laughed to himself: “Friend Mo, you are joking. What kind of swordsmanship can we spiritual farmers have? We just practiced it randomly and fought with all our courage…”

As he spoke, he took out the Qinghe Sword.

This sword is shaped like a green leaf and is indeed a low-grade magic weapon. It is even a little incomplete.

Feng Manlou and Mo Qingyu couldn’t help but look disdainful when they saw this.

He is already in the middle stage of Qi Refining, but his magic weapon is still of low quality.

It’s low quality, but it’s so shabby.

Even Mu Wen felt that his magic weapon was much better than Fang Xi’s…

“This sword was given to me by a friend. It has been with me for many years. What a pity, what a pity…”

Fang Xi held the Qinghe Sword in his hand, and the voice, appearance and smile of Old Maitou seemed to appear before his eyes.

I don’t know if it was fate.

With his sword in hand, he finally fought his way out of a bloody situation and seized what other spiritual farmers had been pursuing all their lives but could not obtain.

Then, his eyes turned cold and he clamped the sword blade with two fingers: “What a pity…”

With a ping pong sound,
Fang Xi used his two fingers to cut the Qing He sword in half.

Snap!

The broken sword blade and hilt fell to the ground, making Mo Qingyu’s eyes go blank.

“It’s a pity that this sword has a spirit and doesn’t want to be humiliated, so it broke on its own!”

Fang Xi glanced at Mo Qingyu, and the coldness in his eyes made the latter’s body straighten.

He sneered, ignored Xiumu Laodao and the others, and turned away.

…

Mo Qingyu was stunned, and Fang Xi’s words echoed in his ears – ‘What kind of swordsmanship can we Lingnong have? We just practiced it randomly, relying on our blood and courage to fight…’

Looking at the two broken swords, he suddenly realized that if he dared to touch the foundation of the casual cultivator, the other party would really fight to the death!
“Alas… Brother Mo, don’t you know that Fang Xi is a physical cultivator of the second level of physical training?”

Only then did Feng Manlou begin to talk leisurely beside Mo Qingyu.

Although he has a friendship with the Mo family, he is in competition with Mo Qingyu, so he has to hold back: “If you offend this person, Brother Mo, you must be careful at all times. The other party will kill you within five steps…”

“you……”

Mo Qingyu glared at Feng Manlou, then glanced at Mu Wen, then left angrily.

Seeing this, Feng Manlou smiled and left.

The banquet ended in a bad mood.

After Wei Yixin and his wife left, Mu Wen came to the old Taoist Xiumu and said, “Grandfather, I…”

Bang!
The old Taoist Xiumu slapped Mu Wen with a loud slap, stunning him.

“Do you know where you went wrong?”

Taoist Xiumu’s eyes were red. “I never thought that because you have a superior spiritual root aptitude since childhood, I, your father and uncles have been gritting our teeth to support you. You have everything that others have… I never thought that you would become so arrogant! You don’t know right from wrong, and you can’t distinguish between friend and foe!”

“Do you think you are a young master of aristocratic families? Are you born to stand on the side of the Feng and Mo families? No, you are just a casual cultivator! Back then, our family was displaced and rarely together. Your father and uncles worked day and night in other people’s spiritual fields, and even their meditation time was squeezed out… Your mother washed silk for merchants every day, and her hands were almost soaked! Isn’t all this just to save a few spiritual crystals for your cultivation?”

“I originally wanted to bring you along to teach you, but due to numerous trivial matters, I could only let you practice on your own. In the end, this is all you learned?”

The old Taoist priest Xiumu was furious.

Feicui Cliff and Xifeng are friends, and they can only be friends, not enemies.

You need to be respectful to Jingyue Lake, but you must be on guard against the monks in the family!

He had already given his great-great-grandson earnest instructions and advice before he even went up the mountain, but he didn’t expect that the result would still be a mess.

“Ancestor… my family already has a spiritual land as the foundation of inheritance, why can’t we be listed as a family of immortal cultivators in the future?”

Mu Wen still seemed unconvinced.

“you……”

The Taoist priest Xiumu was so angry that he wanted to hit him again, but he was still caught tightly by several old farmers: “Wen’er was just confused for a moment, you can teach him more in the future.”

“What kind of future is this?”

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The old Taoist Xiumu was so angry that he kicked over the redwood table. “Originally, I wanted to ask Daoist Fang for mercy, so that you guys can work in his spiritual fields and earn a few more spiritual stones every year. Now it’s all over!”

Several old farmers looked at each other and couldn’t help feeling a little sad.

…

“After this falling out, both sides should try to bother me less, right?”

Fang Xi put his hands behind his back, controlled the Black Cloud Bag, and flew towards the Emerald Cliff.

The Qinghe Sword is indeed of commemorative significance to him. After all, it is his first magical weapon and he spent more than two spirit stones on it!

Well, that’s it actually…

Today, when I saw Mo Qingyu coming to provoke me, I just used it as a prop to turn against him, and I felt it was worth it.

“From today on, I will draw my sword when I am angry, and break it when I am angry. My reputation of being moody and eccentric will spread throughout Peach Blossom Island. There will be very few people who dare to be my friend…”

‘Go back and continue farming!’

Fang Xi returned to the Emerald Cliff and first checked the growth of the Red Blood Spirit Seedlings. Then he began to measure the geography inch by inch, in preparation for setting up the ‘Small Cloud and Rain Formation’ in the future.

This is also a process of practicing the art of formation.

…

As the sun sets, the sky is filled with golden light.

Fang Xi held a compass and walked near his courtyard. “There are life gates, death gates, and eye of the formation… The eye of the formation must be placed in my own home. With the spiritual energy of the spiritual veins here, it shouldn’t be a big problem to maintain the minimum consumption of the small cloud rain formation. At that time, I can also activate the ‘gathering spirit’ effect… If the range is limited to the training room, it shouldn’t be a problem to increase the spiritual energy in the training room to the first-grade lower grade…”

After entering the measured data into the jade slip one by one, Fang Xi immediately decided to start working on this matter after the autumn harvest.

He was just about to go to the lake to catch a fish for dinner when he suddenly looked up as if he had sensed something.

In the sunset, a flower basket fluttered down and a silver bell rang out!
“Meet the island master!”

Seeing Ruan Xingling coming, Fang Xi bowed quickly.

“I heard about what happened today…”

Ruan Xingling’s face was calm: “I have taken back the Qinghe Sword, and I can recast it for you…”

Although her way of governing is to maintain internal and external checks and balances, she also needs to reconcile conflicts and win over people’s hearts on a daily basis.

“Thank you, Island Master, but I only wish to turn swords into plowshares in this life. I don’t want to fight and kill anymore…”

Fang Xi cupped his hands and said sincerely, “If the Island Master is willing to help me, I really have something to trouble you with.”

“explain!”

Ruan Xingling immediately showed some interest.

“I am in need of a mobile magic weapon, and I just happened to have these materials. I hope the island master can help me!”

Fang Xi slapped his storage bag, and a pair of huge demon bird wing skeletons and a large amount of feathers emerged.

“This is… the wing bone and feathers of a first-class demon bird?” Ruan Xingling looked at it and her eyes lit up: “Leave it to me?”

“Exactly!”

Fang Xi certainly wouldn’t give the more precious snake dragon material to Ruan Xingling right now. After all, the other party was only a first-class mid-grade refiner. What if he broke it? It would be
better to test the waters with the demon bird material first. Anyway, he had wanted to replace the Black Cloud Pouch for a long time.

“Is this also the opportunity you got from the Qingzhu Mountain Market?”

Ruan Xingling collected the materials and seemed to be thinking about something.

“Island owner?”

Fang Xi looked up suddenly, and saw Ruan Xingling expressionlessly saying, “Since you are my guest, I naturally have to investigate. The people I sent to Qingzhu Mountain Market a few days ago have returned. Your appearance, origin, and background are all quite clean. You disappeared for two years, and your cultivation has greatly improved. Perhaps you also gained a lot from the destruction of Qingzhu Mountain Market, right?”

“This woman actually thought I would rob the market? Am I that kind of person?”

Fang Xi rolled his eyes in his heart, but a wry smile appeared on his face, as if to say, “Island Master, you know it.”

“We have been through thick and thin together. Although we cannot be completely honest with each other, Xing Ling can still make a promise to you – if you don’t let me down, I will never let you down!”

Ruan Xingling flew up with the flower basket, and her last words fell into Fang Xi’s ears: “To be honest… I have already been a first-class upper-grade weapon refiner!”

(End of this chapter)