Professionals of the Starry Skies - Chapter 215

[215. Chapter 215 Return to the Sect (asking for monthly ticket)]

Zheng State.

Fang Xing restrained the sword light very low-key and fled silently.

No, it should not be said that he was escaping, it would be more appropriate to say that he was hurrying on his way.

After all… the leader of the Wind Tribe who caused the reversal of this war had been slapped to death by him, and even the Wanfa Ghost Infant had become a trophy.

Now in the world of evil, there is no second pillar that can support the sky.

Even if he encountered a few demons in the Dan realm on the road, for him, it would be just a matter of summoning their true bodies and punching them a few times.

Even if the Yuanying old demon of Wanxiang Sect who was restrained by Chu Kuangtu suddenly appeared in front of him, Fang Xing, who already had the Lord of the Wind Department as a test, felt that he might be able to fight him.

With confidence, you can act recklessly.

“Hmm… But the outcome of this great war between good and evil is still a little confusing… It’s hard to say about the Dajing Xiuxian world, but the local battlefield here may be over soon, right?”

Fang Xing thought about the situation silently.

Although the Tianjian Sect was defeated, the Demonic Path did not gain any benefits.

What’s more important is… there are ‘strange’ Nascent Soul middle and even late stage cultivators who are trying to fish in troubled waters!

The Yuanying True Lords of both the righteous and evil paths are not fools, and they should not do things that allow others to benefit.

“Although… that strange Nascent Soul cultivator is me…”

“Besides, both the good and evil forces have suffered heavy losses, and they really can’t fight any further…”

Fang Xing counted on his fingers and found that his own Tianjian Sect alone lost a Jindan sword cultivator when the leader of the Feng tribe attacked the Wanshou Mountain camp.

Later they formed the ‘Zhenwu Seven-Star Sword Formation’, but were defeated by the ‘Lord of the Wind’, and four great Jindan sword cultivators were killed in one breath!

Only Fu Hongyi, Master Feng, and himself escaped!
‘There were at least five Jindan sword cultivators killed by the Lord of the Wind Department, not counting the losses in other battlefields… Jindan cultivators are the upper echelons even in Yuanying sects, and so many died in one go… Now, among the inner sects, the real Jindan sword cultivators, even if Master Kong, the Broken Sword Master, is included, I’m afraid there are less than a handful of them! ‘

This is the cruelty of war!

The Tianjian Sect suffered such a severe blow, and the Wanxiang Sect was not much better off. The number of fake dan and Jindan cultivators who died at the hands of Fang Xing alone was almost countless.

Not to mention the inexplicable death of the ‘Lord of the Wind’…

“No matter what, the war here is finally coming to an end.”

“After returning, I will first take a ‘Jie Jin Dan’. In addition… I must also take ‘Qian Tian Qing Gang’ and various elixirs that can improve my magic power. Using the Wan Hua Ding to remove the poison from the elixir can help me improve my magic power even more…”

“But… it’s still too slow. Too slow.”

According to Fang Xing’s estimation, if there is an endless supply of top-grade elixirs, he will be able to complete his foundation building within ten years and attempt to form an elixir.

By then, I will definitely be able to refresh the record of the age of forming a pill in the world of immortal cultivation!
But… it still feels a little too slow.

“It’s only ten years, just bear with it… I’m not just at the stage of forming a pill, after forming a pill, I should be able to have the fighting power of a Nascent Soul…”

‘In the main world, it would take ten years to become a martial saint, which is quite good progress.’

“Wei Shentong is too ambitious. Is it as difficult for a Seventh-turn Vajra to break through to the Martial Saint level as it is for a Great Vajra to break through to the Martial Saint level?”

Fang Xing complained in his heart, and suddenly his consciousness caught the fluctuations of the battle.

“A battle between foundation-building monks?”

“The ones still fighting at this moment must be the Tianjian Sect and the Wanxiang Sect…”

His sword flashed, and after passing a valley, he saw a three-tailed white fox, as big as a hill, roaring towards the sky.

On the back of the three-tailed white fox, there was a stunningly beautiful woman with bare feet, a delicate face, but a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. It was Shi Wanwan.

She looked up and saw a short and fat old man in mid-air, his face full of despair.

“Hehe… Fairy Spirit Fox, why do you have to keep people at a distance? Your Ten Thousand Beast Sect is originally on our side, why are you being so stubborn…”

This short and fat old man has ugly facial features, triangular eyes, and a flat nose, but his cultivation has reached the Fake Dan realm, and he is not someone that a mere foundation-building cultivator can challenge.

Shi Wanwan’s voice still had a hint of coquettishness at this time: “You old pervert… Everyone knows your famous name ‘Caihua Jushi’. If I follow you, won’t I become a furnace?”

In fact, as a former disciple of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, there is no need to consider the matter of ‘abandoning darkness and joining the light’.

Even when the ‘Lord of the Wind’ attacked the Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts, many people turned against him.

But…

This ‘flower-picking hermit’ had a very bad reputation. As an old lecher, he was notorious in the land of the Five Sects and Ten Kingdoms.

Not only that, his bad reputation even spread to the state of Zheng!
This is enough to show how bad his behavior was.

Shi Wanwan naturally would not take the initiative to jump into the fire pit.

However, a fake Dan Zhenren is just a fake Dan Zhenren. If he is a little more serious, it will be difficult for the foundation-building cultivators to match him.

In fact, if it weren’t for the third-level beast talisman bestowed by her master, she would have been captured by this old pervert and suffered humiliation.

“Damn it, if I could also build a foundation and kill the fake pills…”

For some reason, Shi Wanwan thought of that young figure again.

It seems that whatever you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

A flash of sword light passed by, and the head of the flower-picking hermit fell off.

Fang Xing walked out calmly and took the storage bag from the man.

“Sword?”

Shi Wanwan opened her mouth and looked a little silly, no longer as charming as before.

“Go find a place to hide yourself…”

Fang Xing looked at the woman with indifferent eyes.

If this woman had surrendered to the evil before, there would be no problem and she could be killed with a single sword.

Now that he hasn’t surrendered, I feel embarrassed to kill him.

“Jianzi, I have no way to repay you for saving my life. I wish to…”

Before Shi Wanwan could finish her words, she saw Fang Xing turn into a sword light and disappear into the sky. She was stunned, and then a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She did have the intention of taking the opportunity to curry favor with him under the pretext of repaying a favor.

Who would have thought that they wouldn’t even give me a chance.

“Now…where should I go?”

This fox fairy felt lost again…

…

“Humph, you think I’m a slave just because I’m handsome, to repay your kindness. If I were uglier, wouldn’t I have to be a slave in my next life?”

Fang Xing snorted coldly: “You are just greedy for my body, ugh!”

As he walked along, he saw many demonic monks wreaking havoc. They must be the unlucky ones who had not received any news from the rear.

He approaches these guys the same way.

If I meet them on the road, I will just kill them. If I don’t meet them, I will never go out of my way to kill them.

In this way, he flew over Ziyuan Mountain City, Endless Mountains, Beili Fairy City… and finally entered the territory of Qi State.

After arriving here, all kinds of demonic monks disappeared.

However, there are very few monks in total, and those who do appear come and go in a hurry. It seems that after hearing the news of the great defeat at the front line, some of them are becoming increasingly uneasy.

…

Qunjian Peak.

The gate of Tianjian Sect.

A sword light fell into it and came to his own ‘Jinyuan Peak’.

“Is Jianzi back?”

The spiritual farmers outside the hall who were cultivating in the spiritual fields all bowed.

Fang Xing turned into a sword light and circled the mountain. He found that his own mountain was well-maintained. He nodded secretly and came to the “Sword Pavilion” on the main peak.

Broken Sword Master Kong Fengge still had that sad and miserable look on his face.

When he saw Fang Xing, his eyes lit up: “You are finally back…”

“Oh? It seems that Uncle Fu, Uncle Feng and the others have returned safely?” Fang Xing smiled.

“Only Junior Brother Fu and Junior Brother Feng have returned. I thought the rest of my Junior Brothers were dead…”

Kong Fengge shook his head and asked Fang Xing to talk about his own experience as if it were a job report, mainly about the situation of the Seven Swordsmen fighting the fake infant.

Fang Xing knew that this must be the news of the death of the Lord of the Wind Tribe being reported back to the Tianjian Sect, and the Tianjian Sect needed to confirm it carefully.

“yes……”

Fang Xing performed a sword salute and immediately began to tell the story.

The beginning is definitely consistent with the two uncles, but there are some slight modifications at the end.

“The old demon Yuanying broke the sword formation, and the seven of us broke out separately… Maybe it was because of my low cultivation level, the old demon Yuanying went after the other uncles first… I flew all the way on my sword, and somehow I was not caught up. I luckily escaped back to Zheng State, killed a fake demon, and then returned to the sect…”

This is because he relies on the fact that he is just a foundation-building cultivator and will not arouse any suspicion at all.

If Fang Xing told the sect master that he was the one who killed the leader of the Wind Department who had the cultivation level of a fake infant, he would be considered to have a mental problem.

“It seems that the intelligence is correct. A mysterious Nascent Soul cultivator has taken action.”

After listening to this, Sect Leader Kong stroked his long beard with his hand, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

“A mysterious Nascent Soul cultivator took action?”

Fang Xing pretended to be surprised: “What did you do?”

“You don’t know that the soul lamp of the fake infant monk of Wanxiang Sect has been extinguished. We sent people to investigate the situation and found traces of a battle between Yuanying monks…”

Patriarch Kong looked solemn.

As for the fact that the traces were suspected to be from a Great True Lord in the middle or even late Nascent Soul stage, he would not tell a single disciple about it.

“We suspect that there is a mysterious Nascent Soul cultivator lurking around, watching the seven great sword cultivators of our sect and the fake infant both suffer losses, and then took advantage of the fact that the fake infant was chasing after our sect’s cultivators to suddenly launch a sneak attack, causing the fake infant to die…”

Confucius said.

“What? That female devil is dead? Good, good!”

Fang Xing was overjoyed: “The revenge of our uncles has been taken… We can also organize an army immediately and push back!”

This was the reaction of an orthodox sword cultivator. Sect Master Kong nodded secretly, then shook his head: “Now that we have powerful enemies all around us and our sect has suffered heavy losses, we probably can’t fight a big war…”

After a brief pause, he looked at Fang Xing again, his eyes gentle: “You defeated the Five Elements Sect and killed many false elixirs and Jindan cultivators of the Demonic Path… You have made great contributions, great merits!”

Sect Master Kong made a casual move, and a sword-shaped token fell into Fang Xing’s hand. “With this token, you can go to the sect’s secret storehouse and choose three treasures. In addition, this ‘Golden Pill’ will be given to you in advance. I hope you can master the sword pill soon!”

He then handed over an emerald green jade bottle.

This bottle carries a kind of vitality. It is an ’empty green bottle’ specially used to store elixirs. In addition, the golden elixir is a high-level elixir, and its efficacy can last for at least a hundred years.

“Thank you, Master!”

Fang Xing took the token and the elixir, bowed again, and went directly to the sect’s secret library.

He thought clearly that now that the war was about to end, it would be better to cash in all the military exploits as soon as possible.

Otherwise, we will have to wait until the army returns and exchange them all at once, and then we will have no choice.

“But for the true disciples, the ‘Golden Pill’ that other inner and outer disciples dream of is already in their pockets. I just need to choose what suits me…”

“As expected, there are many advantages to being a true disciple, the most important of which is that you can take your time… As long as there are resources to break through to a higher realm, I will definitely give priority to true disciples!”

(End of this chapter)