Cultivating Immortality in a World of Chaos - Chapter 95

[Chapter 94: Passing Away (Congratulations to the KKRGUN leader!)]

Summer goes and autumn comes.

The rice ears in the thirteen acres of spiritual fields in Feicui Cliff are full and almost hang down to the ground, and the evenly distributed grains of spiritual rice can be seen.

Fang Xi held a sickle and began to harvest.

The growth of these red-blood spiritual rice was similar to his estimation, and one acre of land could yield three hundred kilograms of spiritual rice.

During this period, the old Taoist Xiumu still came to the door with a smug look on his face, wanting to introduce a few of his own spiritual farmers to Fang Xi, but Fang Xi directly refused.

Then Wei Yixin also came, showing off how fruitful he had been on his last outing, and invited Fang Xi to go exploring outside the island with him.

In response, Fang Xi naturally rolled his eyes and still refused.

At this point, his relationship with these two families really became increasingly distant.

This is exactly what Fang Xi needs.

A granary was specially built in the courtyard. After putting the last bag of spiritual rice into the warehouse, Fang Xi couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.

Even he felt a little tired after working hard for days.

After meditating for a while, Fang Xi took out the spiritual rice that he had just harvested this year and simmered a pot of red blood spiritual rice.

Whoosh!

When the rice was cooked, he opened the lid and saw a pot of bright red rice, still steaming.

But there was a fishy smell in the heat.

Fang Xi picked up the chopsticks and frowned after taking just one bite: “It is indeed very rough and has a bit of fishy smell… It is best not to eat it alone, but to make it into other pastries or something like that.”

However, after eating the red blood rice, he felt that the blood and qi in his body became more lively, almost the same as after eating Tai Sui meat.

“Anyway, this spiritual rice is not for me to eat, but for Tai Sui to eat, so let’s just leave it at that…”

If Tai Sui wants to produce meat, it must be fed food continuously.

Fang Xi believed that the spiritual rice in the world of immortal cultivation must be much better than ordinary rice.

“When the time comes, I will grow magical rice, feed the magical rice to the Tai Sui, and then cut the Tai Sui meat to feed the demon tree… a perfect self-production and self-sale industry chain!”

You can save some of the mirepoix for seeds and continue planting next year.

In this way, it is almost equivalent to a continuous supply of Tai Sui meat, and there is no need to go out to hunt for blood food!
This also reduces the risk of the demon tree being exposed!
“Well, I still have to return the spirit stone. I am a man of my word.”

Fang Xi specially set aside 600 kilograms of red blood spirit rice, intending to return it to the old Taoist Xiu Mu.

The old Taoist had lent him twenty spirit stones to buy the “Flying Talisman”. In fact, he had good vision and courage.

Unfortunately, there are too many incompetent descendants, and I am afraid that the future of the Mu family is worrying.

Even though the old Taoist Xiumu had promised that his family members would work very hard, Fang Xi still did not accept it, simply because he did not want to be disturbed.

This has nothing to do with paying back the money.

“But… when I start practicing the ‘Longevity Technique’ in the future, I can’t leave Emerald Cliff too far… maybe I really need someone like this to gather information from the outside world for me, or even to buy supplies…”

“But you definitely can’t choose an adult. It’s better to train someone from childhood, someone who is loyal and devoted…”

“It’s still too much trouble. It would be better if I could collect puppetry techniques.”

Fang Xi put the spiritual rice into the storage bag, released the Black Cloud Bag, and immediately flew into the air, heading towards Mirror Moon Lake.

Today, Ruan Xingling also sent a sound transmission note, indicating that the flying magic weapon has been refined, so it was just right to do two things at the same time.

…

Mirror Moon Lake.

The spiritual mist was vast and there seemed to be an illusion of a moon floating in it.

Fang Xi took out his magic weapon token, and the fog automatically dissipated, revealing a passage.

He controlled the Black Cloud Bag and flew directly into the Ruan family mansion and found Ruan Xingling.

backyard.

Ruan Xingling took out a palm-sized flying boat and handed it to Fang Xi: “Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission. Take a look!”

Fang Xi nodded, took the boat and looked at it carefully.

The boat was about the size of a palm, apricot yellow in color, and had some wood texture.

On both sides of the boat, there is a black wing pattern.

“Black Feather Boat. This boat is made of the wing bones of first-class high-quality birds. I also added a piece of cloud cotton wood to increase stability and comfort. It can open a windproof shield to avoid strong winds during flight…”

Ruan Xingling said: “You can try.”

“No need. I will naturally trust the island owner when he takes action.”

Fang Xi smiled and took the Black Feather Boat. “I wonder how much spirit stones the island master has paid for this?”

“Just give me the money for the Yunmian wood materials. Refining this kind of magical tool will also help me improve my weapon refining skills!”

Ruan Xingling waved her hands: “After all, I was going to refine the Qinghe Sword for you anyway. I just changed my request this time…”

…

“There doesn’t seem to be any underground fire in Mirror Moon Lake?”

Fang Xi walked out of Jingyue Lake, but he was thinking about something else.

He also had a heritage of weapon refining, although he only dabbled in it and stopped after realizing that he did not have a good talent, but he still knew some general ideas.

To refine a first-level magic weapon, if one is not a foundation-building cultivator and cannot use his own innate true fire, then he can only use the earth fire!

There should be no fire veins in Jingyue Lake or even in Taohua Island!

“So… it’s some other unconventional weapon-making methods, such as… raising a monster beast that can swallow and spit out monster fire?!”

Fang Xi touched his chin and took out the Black Feather Boat.

After the magic power was injected, the boat suddenly expanded and turned into a small boat about ten feet long.

Feeling the magic power being injected without any sense of blockage, Fang Xi couldn’t help but nodded with satisfaction.

He jumped onto the boat and found that there were several grooves on the base where spirit stones could be placed to replace the monks’ mana consumption.

Generally speaking, most long-distance spiritual boats cannot be driven entirely by the cultivators’ mana, and still need to consume spiritual stones!
However, if they are just flying over Peach Blossom Island, Fang Xi’s own mana is enough.

“Walk!”

He made a hand gesture, and the Black Feather Boat suddenly flew into the air, like a stream of black light!
“This speed is much faster than the Black Cloud Bag, almost comparable to the ‘Flying Talisman’!”

After flying for a while in the sky and confirming the performance, Fang Xi couldn’t help but be silent.

Such a spiritual boat is probably close to the level of a top-grade magical weapon.

“This favor is quite a big one…”

Unfortunately, the more this happened, the less Fang Xi dared to ask Ruan Xingling to refine the snake dragon armor.

“After returning, we must quickly set up the small cloud and rain formation while we are idle to block out any prying eyes…”

After all, after the underground cave was developed, everything was on the right track.

By next year, we will probably be able to plant trees.

Fang Xi was in a good mood and came to the Twin East Peak.

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“Ancestor!”

At this time, heart-wrenching cries were heard from the connected houses.

“What’s going on?”

Fang Xi landed the flying boat and saw a cultivator from the Mu family and asked hurriedly.

“Ancestor Mu Xiu… passed away!”

The monk was about fifty years old, his eyes were red, and his voice was filled with tears: “Daoyou, you came at the right time. I was just about to go and inform everyone…”

“Rubbish, actually…”

When Fang Xi thought about what had happened before, he felt that the time had come for the old Taoist Xiumu to die soon, and he could not help but remain silent.

Sometimes life is so fragile.

Compared to those casual cultivators who were like duckweed in the wind, the old Taoist Xiumu was able to sit in meditation at home and be buried in the family’s sacred land after his death. The family tree recorded that he had made great contributions, so his life could be considered complete…

“This is really…”

Fang Xi hurriedly said some words of comfort, but he remembered that when he met Taoist Xiumu a few months ago, he had discovered that the other person had deathly aura.

Presumably, the other party already knew about it and had already arranged his funeral affairs, so he had nothing to say.

He walked a few steps and came to the lobby of the Mu family, which had been temporarily arranged as a mourning hall. A group of filial sons and grandsons were crying in mourning clothes.

“Mu Xiu and I are friends, and I came here specially to pay my respects!”

Fang Xi lit three incense sticks, bowed solemnly, then turned and spoke to the Mu family.

“Thank you…”

Mu Wen was dressed in mourning clothes, wiped away his tears, and seemed less arrogant when dealing with people than before.

“Young people grow up very fast… I hope you can change in the future and live up to my hard work…”

Fang Xi sighed inwardly, and then said, “I borrowed twenty spirit stones from Daoist Xiumu before. Today, the spiritual rice harvest is abundant, and I wanted to return it, but I didn’t expect that we would be separated forever. Sigh… I hope Daoist Xiumu will be reincarnated in the future and continue on the path of Taoism!”

This is just a polite remark. After all, there is no such thing as the underworld in the world of immortal cultivation.

The so-called reincarnation is nothing more than a beautiful wish.

When Mu Wen heard this, he was a little stunned: “The ancestor didn’t mention this before his soul wandered in the void…”

This is twenty spirit stones! Could it be that the ancestor was confused at that time?

But why didn’t you leave a receipt?

Fortunately, this person still knew to pay back the money, but I don’t know if he deducted any interest!
Mu Wen’s heart was in a thousand twists and turns.

Seeing him standing there in a daze, Fang Xi said nothing more and handed a storage bag filled with 600 kilograms of spiritual rice to Mu Wen: “This is 600 kilograms of spiritual rice. The storage bag is my funeral gift. Nephew, you don’t have to give it to me…”

“How can I be so embarrassed?” Although Mu Wen said polite words, his hand was tightly grasping the storage bag.

Fang Xi said a few more words of comfort, then turned and left, sighing inwardly, “I’ve only been able to learn a little bit from this experience… It turns out that it’s hardest to change someone’s inner qualities.”

…

Emerald Cliffs.

Fang Xi did not attend the funeral of Taoist Xiumu.

He went to pay homage once and expressed his gratitude, and that was that.

After all, he only had some friendship with the old Taoist Xiumu.

As for this old Taoist hoping that I could transfer my friendship to his descendants? It was really naive…

Fang Xi took out the geographical jade slips he had measured before, came to a certain location, grabbed a formation flag with both hands, and thrust it hard into the ground!
This formation flag was pure white, with many mysterious runes embroidered on it, and glowing.

“The Small Cloud and Rain Formation has a total of eighteen flags, as well as other auxiliary components… plus the most core formation plate, which is much more expensive than ordinary magic tools…”

“If there are some mistakes in the formation, the formation will not be coherent…”

At this moment, Fang Xi also felt that it was no wonder that it was best to cultivate spiritual consciousness before getting started with formations.

I don’t have spiritual awareness and cannot project it, so many measurements and calculations are very troublesome. Even after arranging the formation flags, observing the flow of spiritual energy is far from as clear as with spiritual awareness.

Fortunately, there was a jade slip, and Fang Xi could still do it if he copied the answers from it.

After a busy day, he came to the training room and with a serious face, he inlaid low-grade spirit stones on the array plate.

“The Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches are all correct…”

“Right now!”

After calculating the time and distance, Fang Xi buried the array plate into the dug array eye.

Buzz!

The formation plate was activated instantly, and white spiritual patterns emerged and continued to spread in all directions.

Fang Xi was holding the main token that controlled the ban, constantly debugging…

(End of this chapter)