"Divine Intent?!"
Lu She roared angrily, "How dare you covet the secret transmission of my Red Snake Martial Hall?"
His leg muscles bulged, his skin showing an abnormal crimson hue, as if he was about to attack at any moment.
"But just a mere Divine Intent, how many inner disciples in your martial hall have seen it? How many have achieved the three transformations of Qi and blood, and how many have successfully cultivated their strength?"
Mu Canglong shook his head slowly.
In the eyes of the martial hall, as long as the money is enough, any martial skill can be sold.
In his view, Lu She was just deliberately raising his own value.
"Master Lu."
Just then, Fang Xi spoke up, "I only need to observe the Divine Intent for half a day. To show my sincerity, I am willing to offer a thousand taels of silver!"
Lu She: "..."
At this moment, the owner of the Red Snake Hall seemed to finally understand why She Lei had turned red-eyed and started targeting his own martial hall disciples.
This young master Fang was truly like the rumors said, a fat sheep ready for shearing!
In the end, Lu She spoke, his voice dry, "Deal!"
It's not that he didn't want to haggle, it's just that the other party offered too much.
...
"Red Snake Leg Divine Intent!"
Inside a quiet room.
Fang Xi looked at a piece of animal skin in his hand, furrowing his brow.
On the animal skin, there were only scattered and chaotic lines, resembling ink splashed on a landscape painting, sparse but strangely vivid, revealing a scene among the mountains and forests.
And within the forest, on the grass, twisted lines resembling snake shadows moved back and forth, making one's scalp tingle.
"As rumored, only those who have reached the three transformations of Qi and blood with the Snake Eight Methods can view the Divine Intent. It truly has its secrets."
Fang Xi nodded slightly, showing a pensive expression.
This Divine Intent was very peculiar, impossible for ordinary copyists to grasp its true meaning.
Only true core disciples of the Red Snake Martial Hall, who compared their cultivation day and night, had the possibility of cultivating true power!
"However, this is only for ordinary painters."
Next moment, Fang Xi flipped his palm, revealing a blank jade slip.
He placed the jade slip on his forehead, extended his spiritual awareness, and imprinted the Red Snake Divine Intent bit by bit.
This was a method used by immortal cultivators to record secret techniques!
Regardless of the ancient texts or diagrams... it could ensure a 'replication' effect, even capturing the essence perfectly.
"Since this Red Snake Divine Intent was originally drawn by a person, it means it can be reproduced. Ordinary people cannot copy it, only because their strength and realm are not enough... I used the spiritual awareness of an immortal cultivator to replicate it, which can be considered a shortcut..."
After a while, Fang Xi looked at the Divine Intent in his jade slip and sighed.
If it were in the vast world, perhaps only a martial artist who had cultivated the Red Snake Leg to an extremely high level could attempt to depict this Divine Intent.
And now, he had easily accomplished it.
"Did Lu She agree because he thought I couldn't copy or remember it in a short time?"
"Now, it seems he has miscalculated."
Thinking this, Fang Xi couldn't help but feel very satisfied, handing over the Divine Intent, letting Lu She inspect it, and even offering a token of gratitude.
Lu She examined the Divine Intent carefully, confirmed it was genuine, and clasped his fists, "The road is long, we shall meet again!"
"We shall meet again!"
Fang Xi knew that this person must have taken note of this encounter, but it didn't matter at all.
After all, the true transmission of the Red Snake Leg was now in his hands, and there would be no need to seek this person out in the future.
It had to be said that after arriving in the vast world, Fang Xi's concerns had indeed lessened significantly.
...
In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.
In the Southern Wilderness cultivation world.
Fang Xi looked at the melting snow outside, reached out under the eaves, and caught a drop of snow water, "Winter fades, spring arrives, boiling snow water for tea is also a great joy in life."
Half a month had passed since the last incident. He officially left the Red Snake Martial Hall and joined the White Cloud Martial Hall, receiving daily training from Mu Piaomiao, and had just begun to learn the White Cloud Palm.
In the Southern Wilderness, the craze around the Purple Obscure Mountain had not yet subsided, causing the prices of various talismans and magical artifacts to soar.
Speaking of which, Fang Xi had made a small profit when he purchased talismans last time - now the prices had gone up.
"No, if I don't sell them, it doesn't count as profit. I won't sell them..."
Fang Xi sighed and went to the market.
To his surprise, the popularity here had increased significantly compared to half a month ago, with many more cultivators crowding the various stalls.
However, the prices of talismans and magical artifacts, items that could immediately increase one's combat power, had started to plummet.
In contrast, there were many stalls selling materials supposedly from the secret realm of the Purple Obscure Mountain. Fang Xi just glanced at them, his mouth twitching slightly.
That thing claiming to be a fragment of a treasure from the secret realm was the same as what the old man Huang had sold in the market before? It was a gimmick aimed at newcomers.
In addition, there were many counterfeit goods, as if overnight, every stall owner had become a winner of the secret realm.
Obviously, ninety-nine percent of these things were fakes!
Even if they were genuine, Fang Xi couldn't afford them.
Therefore, he remained calm, just looking around and gathering information from the crowd.
"Outrageous!"
"The secret realm of the Purple Obscure Mountain is a heaven-sent opportunity. Why do the Situ Family and the Red Leaf Valley prevent us wandering cultivators from entering?"
Many cultivators were indignant, and Fang Xi understood.
It turned out that the Situ Family had taken action, not only that, they had also joined forces with a nearby foundational force - the Red Leaf Valley, to block off the Purple Obscure Mountain, leaving these wandering cultivators with no choice but to return empty-handed.
It was said that they even mobilized foundational cultivators, leaving only Qi refining cultivators to sigh in frustration.
"From the looks of it, Old Mai should be back soon, right? It's almost spring harvest..."
As Fang Xi pondered, he browsed the stalls.
Taking this opportunity, perhaps he could fulfill his previous wish and purchase a low-grade magical artifact at a low price!
He looked through each stall one by one, noticing that many magical artifacts were damaged, some even stained with blood, clearly either obtained through illegitimate means or experienced fierce battles.
And... the prices were still too high for him.
Fang Xi wasn't discouraged and continued browsing.
Suddenly, his steps halted in front of a stall, staring blankly at a flying sword-like magical artifact on display.
This magical artifact was only a low-grade first-tier, shaped like green wheat, measuring one foot and three inches long, with several notches on its surface, indicating significant damage.
Most importantly, Fang Xi recognized this magical artifact!
It was the long-forgotten sword hidden by Old Mai!
The fact that this item appeared here meant that Old Mai's fate was already known.
Fang Xi sighed inwardly, glanced at the stall owner - a burly man in black clothes with a veil covering his face, exuding a dangerous aura.
"Could it be that you're interested in something from our stall?" the man in black clothes said in a low voice, tinged with a hint of danger.
"Yes, I wonder how much this low-grade flying sword is priced at?" Fang Xi asked cautiously.
"An ordinary low-grade magical artifact usually sells for five to ten spirit stones, but I'll give you a discount for this flying sword, four spirit stones," the man in black replied.
"Friend, please don't jest with me," Fang Xi's face showed urgency, "This magical artifact is already close to being damaged, and with the current drop in magical artifact prices, four spirit stones is still too high..."
"Then how much are you offering?" Clearly, the man in black had initially quoted a price to fleece the fat sheep, but upon hearing Fang Xi's words, he immediately changed his tune.
If it were truly sold for four spirit stones, this magical artifact probably wouldn't sell in a lifetime.
"One spirit stone!" Fang Xi thought for a moment and held up a finger.
"Are you mocking us?" The man in black frowned, displeased, "At least three spirit stones!"
"Look at this magical artifact, the formation patterns are cracked, the flow of spiritual power might not be smooth, and there are notches on the blade, it might break in a fight..." Being in the market emboldened Fang Xi to haggle.
After some bargaining, they finally settled on a deal of two spirit stones plus three spirit crystals.
Fang Xi winced at the price but managed to gather various scattered spirit crystals from his body to make up the amount, finally acquiring the 'Green Wheat Sword.'
In reality, this purchase of the flying sword had indeed depleted all his reserves, leaving him unable to afford even spirit rice for a period of time, having to resort to ordinary rice.
But Fang Xi was willing and felt it was worth it.
If it weren't for the chaotic market conditions and the sudden drop in magical artifact prices, acquiring a low-grade magical artifact wouldn't have been so easy.
...
Shantytown.
Returning to his room, closing the door, Fang Xi took out the Green Wheat Sword.
He looked at the flying sword, his expression changing constantly, the cold light on the blade shining on his face, bringing a different feeling.
After a long while, Fang Xi set down the flying sword, "I never expected... my first magical artifact in life to come from Old Mai."
Thinking back to the scene when Old Mai took out the flying sword and fought desperately, Fang Xi couldn't help but sigh, reminding himself not to follow in Old Mai's footsteps!
He had a golden finger, and in the future, he must leave room for maneuvering in his interactions with others, never risking his life for a small gain.
"Fortunately, the Situ Family and the Red Leaf Valley have quelled the unrest."
Fang Xi put away the Green Wheat Sword, preparing to go to the vast world tomorrow to learn the techniques of manipulating magical artifacts.
At the same time, he felt a little more relaxed.
The chaotic environment and restless hearts from before were truly unpleasant for Fang Xi.
If the unrest continued, he was prepared to leave the market for a while to avoid trouble.
"Even now, it's not particularly safe."
Fang Xi scanned his surroundings and made a decision!
He needed to dig a hole, create an underground cellar, and prepare an escape route!
It was a big project, but it could be done slowly.
Moreover, in the future when traveling between the two worlds, he could choose to do so from the underground cellar!
This was also a form of concealment.
(End of this chapter)