In the vast expanse of Daliang, outside the Black Stone City.

In a desolate and uninhabited small forest, a streak of green light was performing various high-difficulty actions following Fang Xi's thoughts.

Swish, swish!

Within a radius of tens of zhang, the sword qi was intense, faintly revealing a green leaf-like sword shadow moving back and forth in the forest. Wherever it passed, tree branches were cut as if they were tofu, revealing smooth cross-sections.

Puff!

Moreover, this sword easily pierced into a piece of green rock, three inches deep, exceptionally sharp.

After a moment, the "Green Grain Sword" appeared in front of Fang Xi, resembling a green fish swimming in the void.

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the Green Grain Sword, murmuring to himself, "Indeed, there are a few obscure parts when the mana is circulating, not an issue with the Art of Manipulating Objects, but rather a flaw in the formation of the artifact itself!"

Every cultivator would have their own Art of Manipulating Objects, which was considered the key to controlling artifacts.

For those high-end flying swords, there might even be specific sword techniques to match.

However, Fang Xi obviously did not possess such things.

Even just the Art of Manipulating Objects alone required him to spend a great deal of effort to cultivate.

Hmm, in the past, without artifacts, he wouldn't have been able to cultivate at all.

At this moment, holding the Green Grain Sword, Fang Xi truly felt invincible within the Black Stone City.

"Controlling the sword gives a sense of flying from a past life. Even if it costs all my spirit stones, it's worth it."

After a vigorous session, Fang Xi set the Green Grain Sword aside and began practicing boxing!

"White Cloud Palm!"

During this period of time cultivating in the Southern Wilderness, he felt that it was becoming easier to control the qi and blood in his body. By tonight, he had reached the edge of a breakthrough!

Bang, bang!

Fang Xi's palms moved swiftly, fiercely striking a ancient cypress tree in front of him.

Snap!

Bark flew, leaving a clear palm print.

Fang Xi stood up straight, feeling the qi and blood in his body slowly pulsating, under his control.

"Huff, huff!"

He breathed heavily, with a large amount of sweat evaporating from his body's surface.

"I finally broke through, a change in qi and blood!"

Fang Xi's eyes sparkled.

He could feel his blood flow slightly accelerating, and within his limbs and bones, there was a mysterious force surging.

It wasn't just blood, but a more profound power - the power of qi and blood!

Under the influence of this layer of qi and blood power, his skin, bones, and tendons were all strengthened to a certain extent.

"My whole body is strengthened, but the most crucial part is still my hands!"

Fang Xi looked at his hands and could confirm that ordinary mundane blades would require more effort to cut through his skin.

"Indeed, the strengthening of qi and blood martial arts is different from the cultivation world."

He was very satisfied with this. This was just the change in qi and blood; after the second and third changes, it would be even more remarkable.

At that point, the realm of the martial arts master could truly take off, comparable to the body-refining cultivators in the Foundation Building stage.

It could also save a lot of resources for body refinement!

The next day.

Fang Xi followed Mu Miaomiao into the White Cloud Martial Hall.

The White Cloud Martial Hall was located to the west of Black Stone City, in a residential area, appearing very quiet.

Although it was called a martial hall, it was actually a large courtyard. The front courtyard was for apprentices who came to pay to learn martial arts, while the back courtyard was for Mu Canglong and his family to live in.

"Senior Sister!"

It was clear that Mu Miaomiao was quite popular here, as many disciples greeted her along the way.

Fang Xi smiled and followed Mu Miaomiao into the back courtyard.

"This time, my father has decided to accept you as a formal disciple because of your outstanding talent!"

Mu Miaomiao turned around, her eyes seeming envious. "It seems I underestimated you before. To break through the level of changing qi and blood in less than a month... you definitely have talent in the martial way."

She seemed a bit puzzled and muttered to herself, "Has the entry standard of Yuanhe Mountain become so high?"

In her eyes, Fang Xi's aptitude was already considered a small genius.

Fang Xi didn't feel the need to explain and followed Mu Miaomiao into the back courtyard, where he saw Mu Canglong sitting on a grand chair.

There were several robust disciples with strong auras serving beside Mu Canglong.

He calmly held a purple clay teapot, sipping tea from the spout.

"Master!"

Fang Xi stepped forward, bowed, and presented the gift prepared by the old steward Afu for the ceremony.

"Mm."

Mu Canglong calmly took a sip of tea. "To break through the level of changing qi and blood within a month, perhaps your body is extremely compatible with the White Cloud Palm martial arts. You must practice diligently and not waste this talent."

"Thank you, Master."

Fang Xi bowed again before standing up.

"My White Cloud Palm, at the White Cloud level, mainly focuses on training palm strength through sandbags. However, after the change in qi and blood, some additional training content can be added."

Mu Canglong glanced at a disciple, a burly man with a simple appearance, who voluntarily stepped onto the training ground and inserted his hands into a pot of burning iron sand.

"The method of tempering! This is the way of training after the change in qi and blood. At the same time, it must be combined with the martial hall's special elixirs and incantations."

Mu Canglong began to explain a few sentences.

As he spoke, the disciples behind him listened attentively.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xi felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, even some formal disciples did not receive detailed instructions like this; they were probably taught by senior brothers and sisters.

Only encountering someone like him, a wealthy patron, could they have the opportunity to learn from the master!

Mu Canglong had many matters to attend to, so he asked Fang Xi to go back and train before returning to his room.

Meanwhile, Mu Miaomiao introduced Fang Xi to some senior brothers and sisters.

Mu Canglong had quite a few formal disciples. In addition to Mu Miaomiao as the senior sister, there were also Second Brother Wu Ji, Third Brother Tang Xuan, Fourth Sister Liu Taotao...

Third Brother Tang Xuan was the one who demonstrated the tempering method just now.

As for Second Brother Wu Ji, he was a very handsome young man with a very friendly smile.

Fourth Sister Liu Taotao was not stunning, but her pair of long legs were quite charming.

Fang Xi briefly glanced at the other senior brothers and sisters, silently remembering them.

"Junior Brother, if you want to train your palm strength, it's best to add medicinal water to this iron sand."

Mu Miaomiao stared at Fang Xi with a direct gaze, as if she was looking at a gold mine.

Sure enough, Fang Xi boldly raised his hand. "Let's buy a hundred portions first, for backup!"

Hiss!

Immediately, there was a collective gasp from the surroundings.

"Junior Brother Fang is indeed wealthy and generous." Liu Taotao's eyes sparkled, as if she would pounce on him if it weren't for Mu Miaomiao's presence.

"With sufficient financial resources, coupled with medicinal water, perhaps you can break through to the level of changing qi and blood within three months." Mu Miaomiao's tone was devoid of emotion as she took Fang Xi around the martial hall.

After a tour, Fang Xi seemed a bit disinterested. "I wonder if there is a faster way to cultivate the White Cloud Palm. I heard that... there seems to be a source of demon flesh within the martial hall?"

"Junior Brother is indeed well-informed."

Mu Miaomiao looked at Fang Xi with some surprise, then shook her head and said seriously, "One should not aim too high in martial arts. Demon flesh is still too dangerous for you at this stage..."

After a pause, she revealed some information, "The martial hall occasionally obtains demon flesh through a channel in the black market. It is mainly used by my father for cultivation, and occasionally used when breaking through the levels of changing qi and blood..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Xi immediately looked at Mu Miaomiao.

This senior sister was a master at the level of changing qi and blood, undoubtedly having access to demon flesh.

He wondered if the demons and monsters in this world of Dalin were different from the demon beasts in the cultivation world?

Although his resources in the cultivation world were running out, he still had no intention of bringing demon flesh over for sale.

After all, in the world of Dalin, he could easily handle anyone, even Mu Canglong, with his flying sword.

In the Southern Wilderness cultivation world, he was still a rookie and needed to keep a low profile.

This led to his vastly different approaches in the two worlds.

"However, Senior Sister underestimates me too much."

Fang Xi thought to himself.

According to his estimation, if he were to cultivate in the cultivation world, his speed in breaking through to the levels of changing qi and blood would be astonishing.

By then, he would naturally come into contact with demon flesh resources.

This approach was much more stable than scheming and planning.

It just required some time to brew.

And he was still young, a cultivator, with the patience to wait.

In the Southern Wilderness cultivation world.

Winter gave way to spring.

The snow near Qingzhu Mountain had completely melted, revealing a vibrant green color.

In the bamboo forest, Fang Xi was only wearing a coarse short shirt, seemingly unconcerned about the slight chill of early spring.

His muscles bulged, giving him a very masculine and stylish appearance, with his entire body brimming with qi and blood, making him almost unrecognizable from the frail young man before!

"After a year of hard work, the jade bamboo rice is about to be harvested."

Looking at the six-acre bamboo forest, Fang Xi was filled with the joy of a farmer's harvest.

This spiritual rice was sown in summer, fertilized in autumn, experienced a harsh winter, and was now ready for harvest in spring, completely different from ordinary crops.

After a year of hard work, he estimated he could harvest two to three stones of spiritual rice, which was quite a good yield.

Not only that!

Through day and night cultivation, possibly due to the abundant spiritual energy in the Southern Wilderness, his progress in the martial arts of qi and blood was advancing rapidly.

By now, he had already broken through to the level of changing qi and blood, with the level of changing qi and blood three steps away!

"When I reach the level of changing qi and blood three, I can access demon flesh resources."

Fang Xi looked at the bamboo forest, feeling a bit dazed. "Perhaps I also need to join some circles in the cultivation world to explore channels for selling demon flesh in the future..."

(End of this chapter)