"Formidable!"
On the handsome platform,
A man with a towering figure, eyes purple-red, and skin so pale it almost lacked any trace of color, suddenly stood up.
"A person at the peak of the Grandmaster realm, armor as precious as treasure, even blades, swords, and even spiritual energy cannot harm me!"
"Have everyone step back, I will go meet him!"
This man is none other than the head of the Niyama Society - Pang Fei!
With a light shout, his spiritual energy overflowed, enveloping him like a raging aura!
Not only that, accompanying the demonic figure of this man, his spirit merged in myriad ways, seemingly combining with the momentum of the army, condensing a faintly visible black dragon in mid-air, pressing towards Fang Xi!
Pressuring with momentum!
Spiritual secret techniques!
Pang Fei's strength has undoubtedly reached the pinnacle of the Great Liang!
...
Puff!
Fang Xi slashed vertically with his sword, finding no one daring to block his path.
Even the arrow rain and hidden weapons that had been attacking him disappeared.
Instead, what followed was an even more terrifying pressure!
The surroundings suddenly darkened, with only a black, horned dragon with many parts of its body reduced to just a skeleton, menacingly lunging towards him!
If it were an ordinary warrior, or even a Grandmaster, under this overwhelming pressure, their attacks would be slowed by half, leaving them vulnerable to be slaughtered!
"The Emperor Dragon Fist?!"
"Within a single fist, containing both momentum and spiritual secret techniques, truly the pinnacle martial arts of the current era!"
He sighed, his spiritual awareness sharp as a sword, instantly breaking through the oppressive aura, seeing a figure ahead that seemed both divine and demonic, launching a fist towards him!
This fist was as heavy as a mountain, seemingly carrying the chaotic force of a myriad of armies!
Each person was a legion!
"Secret Technique - Chaos Without Limits!"
Fang Xi used his sword to unleash the Chaos secret technique, not bothering to defend, striking with a technique that would result in mutual damage!
Pang Fei frowned, forced to change his fist into a strike, his hands moving like ghostly shadows, striking the sword eighteen times in succession, blocking this sword.
"Pang Fei!"
Fang Xi roared, "Borrowed momentum is never truly yours!"
He suddenly let go of his sword, his right hand's fingers coming together, forming a powerful fist!
"Secret Technique - Emperor's Dragon Control!"
Pang Fei retaliated with a fist, each move flawless, with even a glimpse of a fragmented dragon shape gathering around him - a condensed form of spiritual energy to its limit!
This man had indeed taken the first step towards 'True Spiritual Transformation'!
Crack!
As the two spiritual energies clashed, the dragon-shaped spiritual energy seemed to possess a life of its own, bypassing Fang Xi and attacking him directly from behind.
Boom!
Buzz!
Amidst a dragon's roar, Fang Xi's spiritual energy outer layer was torn apart, followed by the spiritual energy falling on his back.
But the next moment, it was Pang Fei who was surprised!
He could feel the destructive power of his dragon-shaped spiritual energy, most of which was absorbed by the Spirit Snake Armor.
The remaining residual energy could easily be withstood by his Grandmaster physique.
The two of them moved back and forth, overflowing with spiritual energy.
"No!"
The soldiers who were slower to escape were caught in the fray, instantly torn to pieces.
Even the weapons made of refined steel became tattered, as if twisted by an invisible force...
Countless patches of earth rolled over, as if a dragon was turning over!
The two fought faster and faster, like two crimson dragons, sweeping through the chaotic army...
Half an hour later,
On a field of ruins,
Pang Fei's upper body was covered in torn clothes, revealing numerous fist imprints.
"I... I have lost!"
His dragon-shaped spiritual energy had long dissipated, and at this moment, his aura was like that of an elderly man in decline.
"Momentum can be borrowed, but it can also be taken back..."
"We fought, causing the chaotic army to scatter... Once the people disperse, this momentum will dissipate, and you will lose your military power!"
Facing Pang Fei, Fang Xi spoke softly.
"Unfortunately... if I had reached the pinnacle of the Grandmaster realm, my Emperor Dragon Fist would never have lost!"
Pang Fei laughed heartily, coughing up blood mixed with internal organs.
"The Emperor Dragon Fist is truly a remarkable and unparalleled martial art. I wonder if you could pass it on to me?"
Fang Xi smiled, "Let me, instead of you, go and see the scenery after reaching the Grandmaster realm..."
...
Recorded in the history of Great Liang,
In the first year of the Ming Emperor, in the third month, the chaotic army attacked the city of Three Elements.
The Grandmaster Fang Xi took action, defeating the three supreme Grandmasters of the Niyama Society, ultimately engaging in a fierce battle with Pang Fei on the battlefield.
Wherever they went, blood flowed!
Pang Fei was defeated, and the chaotic army dispersed!
Meanwhile, Grandmaster Fang Xi left gracefully, disappearing like a divine dragon, revered as the 'Supreme Grandmaster'!!
...
In the Southern Wilderness cultivation world,
On the Isle of Ten Thousand Lakes,
Beneath the lake surface,
The 'Supreme Grandmaster' Fang Xi extended a green turtle shield with one hand and held a golden dragon blade in the other, cautiously emerging from the lake surface.
After confirming that there was no one around, he immediately boarded the Black Feather Boat and swiftly departed...
"As expected... after a few months, anyone would think the culprit had fled."
Fang Xi piloted the Black Feather Boat, circling around before returning to the vicinity of Peach Blossom Island, his face showing a pensive expression:
"The matter at the Treasure Ship Market has been resolved, but not yet on Peach Blossom Island..."
Previously, Wei Yixin had gone out in search of opportunities and then perished.
Although the mainstream speculation pointed to the eldest son of the Kou family, Fang Xi still felt that something was amiss.
In theory, in order to preserve the foundation of Peach Blossom Island, the Feng and Mo families might have taken action!
Even the Old Monster Jin Ya from the Golden Flame Island!
"Whoever obstructs me from planting trees will die!"
"Regardless of imperial ambitions, family schemes... as long as people die, it's all for naught!"
Despite being targeted by the five late-stage Qi Refiners, Fang Xi had not retaliated against their families.
However, with the loss of a top-notch cultivator, their families would undoubtedly suffer heavy blows and face formidable enemies, possibly even extinction...
The same applied to the Feng and Mo families!
"Others may need evidence, but I don't. I only need possibilities!"
Fang Xi's expression turned icy.
The Spirit Snake Armor, the Profound Iron Sword... were powerful artifacts not known to the public.
Coupled with his strength, even the Old Monster Jin Ya would dare to challenge him!
...
One month later,
Peach Blossom Island,
Emerald Cliff,
Fang Xi landed outside the Little Cloud Rain Formation, waving a token lightly, instantly revealing a passage.
Inside the passage, there were several sound transmission talismans.
"Finally back..."
"Delayed the spring planting, after replanting, this year's harvest of spirit rice is bound to decrease..."
Fang Xi sighed, picking up a sound transmission talisman, realizing it was from Hua Chanjuan.
This female cultivator had given birth to a daughter in winter, named 'Wei Yixi,' inviting him to celebrate with a drink.
However, Fang Xi had already left at that time, naturally missing the occasion.
Apart from Hua Chanjuan, there were several other sound transmission talismans from Ruan Xingling, Mu Wen, and others...
They either had matters to discuss or simply exchanged pleasantries, not receiving a reply from Fang Xi, assuming he was in seclusion or away.
"I'll just use seclusion as an excuse when the time comes..."
Fang Xi arrived at his courtyard, inspected it, and found no signs of intrusion into the formation, nodding in satisfaction.
He lifted a cushion, entered the underground cave through a secret passage, and soon traversed back to Great Liang.
A moment later,
In the empty underground cave, Fang Xi suddenly appeared, accompanied by a monstrous beast!
It was the Grand Year!
This white fleshy mass, after arriving in the Southern Wilderness cultivation world, seemed to be trembling all over.
Beside it,
Fang Xi held the golden dragon blade, his gaze cold.
At the slightest sign of the Grand Year breaking free from the blood contract's shackles, he would immediately strike and slay the beast!
Buzzing!
The spiritual energy of the surrounding heavens and earth surged, forming a small vortex!
The Grand Year's fleshy mass expanded, swiftly devouring the spiritual energy, as if it had encountered a long-awaited rain after a drought!
Its demonic aura also grew rapidly, soon breaking through the lower grade of the first rank, reaching the middle grade of the first rank!
"As expected, the spiritual energy in the Great Liang world is scarce. These demonic beasts are all premature births..."
"Once they reach the Southern Wilderness, they will immediately devour a large amount of spiritual energy, likely advancing!"
The golden dragon blade in Fang Xi's hand hummed.
However, when he noticed that the Grand Year's demonic aura slowed down after breaking through the middle grade of the first rank, and the blood contract still existed, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Choosing a lower grade Grand Year was indeed the correct decision!
If it were those naturally talented upper grade first rank demonic beasts, they might directly advance to the second rank, causing a major disturbance!
At this moment, Fang Xi once again observed the Grand Year, noticing that its body had expanded significantly.
From its original size of a water tank, it had grown to the size of a small house, with cloud patterns visible on its surface.
Crackle!
Fang Xi approached and directly cut off a large chunk of the Grand Year's flesh.
The Grand Year wriggled, quickly healing the wound.
"Hmm... it's like a plant-like demonic beast!"
Fang Xi looked at the large chunk of Grand Year flesh in his hand, weighing at least several tens of kilograms, his throat involuntarily moving.
After advancing, this Grand Year flesh seemed... even more fragrant?!
"The flesh of a middle grade first rank demonic beast, and it's still replenishing... the potential for planting trees and cultivating the spirit body is promising!"
A faint smile appeared on Fang Xi's face.
Next, he patted his storage bag, tossing out a bag of 'Red Blood Spirit Rice.'
The Grand Year unconsciously consumed it, enveloping and melting the spirit rice...
After its wounds healed, its flesh continued to visibly grow at a rapid rate.
"Very good... with ordinary food, it would take about ten pounds to increase the Grand Year's flesh by one pound... with Red Blood Spirit Rice, the ratio is probably one to one..."
Fang Xi silently noted the ratio.
"After cultivating more acres of spirit fields in the future, this demonic beast flesh will be an endless source..."
"However, for now, there's no rush to plant trees... let's wait for a while. My previous arrangements should have taken effect by now, right?"
He made another trip to Great Liang, thoroughly checked and confirmed that the spiritual materials and resources were in order, and neatly stored them according to categories.
After completing all this, Fang Xi finally breathed a sigh of relief, returned to the courtyard, and prepared to send a sound transmission talisman to Ruan Xingling to report his safety.
Splash!
At that moment, the water in the pond suddenly surged.
A large green fish leaped onto the shore with a thud, its dead eyes fixed on Fang Xi, seeming to carry a hint of grievance.
"Oh?"
Fang Xi slapped his head, realizing he had forgotten something.
He had gone on a long journey and forgotten to feed the fish...
Fortunately, this large green fish was a spiritual beast, nourished by the spiritual energy of the Little Cloud Rain Formation. Otherwise, it might have starved to death...
"You even know how to beg for food now? Have you become a bit smarter?"
Fang Xi patted his chin, kicking the large green fish back into the pond and sprinkling some Red Blood Spirit Rice.
The rice didn't taste good, so he only used it for brewing wine or feeding demonic beasts. He would never eat it himself.
In the Treasure Ship Market, he had already purchased other high-quality spirit rice seeds, waiting to be planted.
(End of this chapter)