After working diligently, he looked at the expanded cave.
Fang Xi sat on a rock, took out the jade slip of the "Elixir of Immortality," and pondered slowly.
This place was naturally the place he had prepared for planting trees for himself!
In this way, the initial exposure would be minimal.
Moreover, in case of trouble, secret leakage, or even being surrounded by powerful enemies, he could escape from the other side of the cliff and jump directly into the Wan Island Lake.
After entering the lake, with the help of the lake water to cover up, he could directly cross it seamlessly!
This was a precautionary measure.
"Hmm... In this way, even if I fail to cultivate the 'Elixir of Immortality,' the damage to my body and mana will be minimal..."
After studying the technique several times, Fang Xi came to a conclusion.
After a moment, he put away the jade slip and took out a dusty seed.
This was carefully selected from three seeds, with the most vigorous vitality.
As for the demon tree in the Great Liang World, he must be crazy to have any thoughts about it!
Under the soft light of the night pearl.
Fang Xi chanted obscure notes in his mouth, and suddenly, strands of green light burst out from his eyes.
The next moment, he took out a magical dagger, withdrew his true energy, forcefully cut his finger, and let drops of blood drip onto the spirit seed.
Gurgle!
A strange thing happened.
The blood dripped onto the seed, quickly seeped in, and was rapidly absorbed by the seed!
On the surface of the seed, fine blood-red runes appeared, then quickly disappeared without a trace...
This was the preparation for the initial sacrifice of the life plant in the "Elixir of Immortality"!
Every day, refine the spirit seed with mana, supplemented by essence blood, to establish a connection!
Since this was the seed of the demon tree, Fang Xi made more adequate preparations, striving to be fully prepared.
After completing his daily tasks, Fang Xi hesitated.
After a moment of hesitation, a hint of fierceness suddenly appeared on his face. He picked up the spirit seed, and with agile fingers, he manipulated the Yin and Yang energies!
"Drink!"
Fang Xi shouted, activating the 'Qi Circulating Throughout the Body,' covering his whole body with a layer of blood-red aura.
"Primordial True Technique!"
He demonstrated his martial arts moves one by one, condensing the most refined fist intent in his palms, continuously refining the spirit seed!
This was the desperate 'Devouring Demon Technique' of the Grandmaster!
Using the qi and blood, will... of a Grandmaster to continuously impact and refine the residual will within the demon seed!
By now, Fang Xi had basically confirmed that there was no other trace of spirit in this seed, only his own imprint left.
"What a pity... If I could advance to the 'True Energy Manifestation' realm, it would be even more certain!"
After completing a set of boxing techniques, Fang Xi looked at the spirit seed, feeling a bit sentimental, but quickly let go of his worries.
In the past, Dugu Wuwang was only a Master of Body Refinement. He had swallowed a piece of flesh from a Qilin Demon and had been unharmed for so long.
As a cultivator, with the preparation of calming pills, he would not be defeated by a mere demon seed!
It was almost the same for the original demon tree!
After a busy period, Fang Xi covered the entrance to the cliff and climbed back to the cultivation room along the secret passage.
Sitting cross-legged, Fang Xi calmed his mind and began to practice the 'Spring Longevity Technique'!
After completing the cultivation cycle, he walked out of the cultivation room to learn how to draw symbols in the symbol-making room or try his hand at refining tools.
Such a peaceful life was simple and unadorned.
Taking care of the spiritual field, excavating caves, practicing martial arts, and then trying to learn the art of cultivating immortals...
Initially, Fang Xi had collected quite a few inheritances in the Treasure Ship Market.
After several months of experimentation, he had to admit that he did not have any special talent in alchemy, symbol-making, or tool refining.
To make progress, he could only spend a lot of materials to pile up!
This result made Fang Xi slightly disappointed.
The fact proved that he was indeed not a genius.
It was the feeding log left by Miao Dong that allowed him to figure out some tricks and make rapid progress in the cultivation of spiritual plants.
"Could it be that all my talent lies in raising spiritual beasts and spiritual plants?"
Fang Xi had to doubt this.
In addition, there was the puppet technique inheritance that he had always been obsessed with, but because it was too esoteric, there had been no news about it.
In fact, Fang Xi believed that there should be a puppet technique inheritance in the martial arts halls of those big families.
But since they didn't publicize it, he had no idea where to go to steal it!
"Well... There is no perfect thing in the world."
"Now, the preparations are almost enough."
Fang Xi looked at the raindrops gradually stopping outside the window and made a decision in secret: "It's time to set up the 'Little Cloud Rain Formation.'"
...
The summer rain came and went quickly.
By the next day, it was a clear sunny day again.
Fang Xi carried a fishing basket and leaped down from the Emerald Cliff!
Swoosh!
A black cloud suddenly appeared, lifting his figure.
He swam on the lake surface, chose a rocky area, cast his fishing rod, and started fishing.
There were spiritual fish in the Wan Island Lake!
Moreover, many cultivators made a living from this, such as Miao Dong who raised the Water Old Crows.
Fang Xi wasn't really trying to catch spiritual fish, he was just looking for some fun.
After several hours, a huge paper crane flew slowly from the direction of the Mirror Moon Lake.
Fang Xi looked at his empty fishing basket, put away the fishing rod and basket into his storage bag, and went to greet the approaching figure.
"Haha... Fang Daoist is leisurely today. How many fish did you catch?"
Seeing Fang Xi's actions, the Old Decrepit Daoist intentionally asked with a smile.
It was well known that living creatures couldn't be stored in storage bags.
"The key to farming and fishing lies in nurturing the heart!"
Fang Xi's face was cold, and he replied.
"Hahaha!"
The Old Decrepit Daoist laughed heartily, feeling a sense of relief. He had been teased by Fang Xi's sarcasm many times before, and today he finally had a sense of accomplishment.
"Old Daoist, what brings you here today?" Fang Xi shrugged, not wanting to argue with this half-buried old man.
He could see that the Old Decrepit Daoist's cultivation had declined significantly, emitting waves of deathly aura.
This person was definitely nearing the end of his life, and the reason he was willing to come and fight back then was also for the sake of future generations.
"I have good news today. My descendants have all arrived, and I specially invite Daoist to celebrate with us."
The Old Decrepit Daoist bowed sincerely, "In the future, my great-grandson will rely on Daoist."
"This is your family matter..."
Fang Xi shook his head repeatedly, but seeing the almost pleading Old Decrepit Daoist, and remembering the twenty spirit stones he had borrowed from him back then, he reluctantly nodded, "Well, I'll go get a cup of watered wine..."
He took out the Black Cloud Pouch and followed the Old Decrepit Daoist slowly towards the Twin Peaks to the east.
"Spiritual land..."
The Old Decrepit Daoist, old and weak, seemed to have declined in mana as well. The paper crane he controlled was flying at a speed similar to that of an adult running, and he spoke some heartfelt words to Fang Xi, "We are in a good time now. The Island Lord is kind, trustworthy...
Back then, when we opened the cultivation domain of Wan Island Lake, my Mu family ancestor was only at the sixth level of Qi Refinement. He led a group of clan members through hardships, and after losing eight uncles, he barely opened a spiritual island.
In the blink of an eye, it was taken away by others, and the ancestor died of anger..."
"Incompetent in later generations, always relying on working for other forces as tenant farmers to make a living. It sounds good to be a Qi Refinement family, but in reality, it's just rootless wandering cultivators..."
"In my generation, I barely rely on the accumulated connections to do some business and run errands for the middlemen..."
"But now, my Mu family finally has a place to pass on. After my death, I can also face my ancestors with dignity..."
'Mu Xiu'—this was the real name of the Old Decrepit Daoist.
His face was rosy, somewhat resembling a return to youth.
Fang Xi was afraid that Mu Xiu would not be able to catch his breath and would fall directly from the magical tool.
Fortunately, the other party controlled the magical tool quite steadily, and they arrived at the Twin Peaks.
The mountain was not high, with lush trees and a beautiful scenery.
On the convergence point of spiritual energy, several rows of wooden houses had been built, some of the tree bark had not been completely stripped, emitting a fragrance of plants.
Several men, women, old, and young were busy. When they saw Mu Xiu approaching, they hurried forward to bow and call him 'Ancestor'!
Fang Xi looked over and saw that there were at least dozens of men, women, and children, some of whom were almost as old as Mu Xiu, but their cultivation was only at the second or third level of Qi Refinement. Their faces and hands were full of traces of vicissitudes, and there was a familiar aura that Fang Xi was quite familiar with. They were probably tenants of spiritual farmers from other families.
"These few must not only have poor spiritual roots, but also be oppressed by big families, with no time to cultivate. They save some spirit crystals from their mouths and secretly give them to their descendants. With this little cultivation, they are almost wasted for a lifetime..."
Fang Xi speculated in his heart, but his face showed a smile as he greeted them one by one.
Mu Xiu deliberately brought him to a handsome young man in a brocade robe, with a handsome face, and introduced him solemnly, "This is my great-grandson—Mu Wen. He reached the fourth level of Qi Refinement at the age of twenty, and his talent is almost comparable to Daoist. He will be the next head of my Mu family..."
Upon hearing this, Mu Wen seemed to be slightly proud.
Then Mu Xiu said, "Wen'er, come and meet your Uncle Fang! Your Uncle Fang not only cultivates good fields, but also almost pierced through the entire Lu family with a sword back then, showing quite a bit of a swordsman's demeanor!"
"Nice to meet Uncle Fang!"
Mu Wen reluctantly stepped forward to bow to Fang Xi, who was only a few years older than himself, but in his heart, he sneered, 'Pierced through the Lu family with a sword? The Lu family at that time only had cultivators at the early stage of Qi Refinement, and there were high-level experts at the later stage of Qi Refinement to suppress them. I could have done it too!'
"Rise quickly, Nephew..."
Fang Xi helped him up with his hands, "In terms of talent, I'm just average."
In fact, his family knew his own affairs.
If it weren't for the resources brought by the two-world trade to purchase elixirs, he would probably still be struggling at the third level of Qi Refinement now!
"Cousin Fang, did you hear that? These wandering cultivators in their twenties have only reached the third or fourth level of Qi Refinement, and they think they're something special..."
A white jade boat flew over and stopped in mid-air.
Mo Qingyu jumped down and said to the wind-filled building on the boat, "In my Mo family, if the descendants are still at the fourth level of Qi Refinement by the age of twenty-five, they can only be sent to work in the family's spiritual fields and shops..."
(End of this chapter)