"Senior Xuemu..."
Facing these two unwelcome guests, Fang Xi turned to look at Senior Xuemu.
"Sigh..."
Senior Xuemu sighed and greeted them, "Senior Mo, Senior Feng... What wind has blown the two of you here?"
"Haha, no need to worry. Since we are here at Mirror Moon Lake as enforcement cultivators, we naturally have to take responsibility for the safety of the entire Peach Blossom Island. Today, with so many people here, we need to verify everyone's identity to prevent any demonic cultivators from infiltrating."
Feng Manlou also disembarked from the flying boat, speaking with righteousness.
These family cultivators were not on the same side as the independent cultivators who occupied the Twin Peaks.
Whenever they met, there would always be some sarcastic remarks exchanged.
Fang Xi simply walked to the side and paid no attention.
After all, his Emerald Cliff was far away, out of sight.
Before long, Wei Yixin and his wife arrived at the West Peak.
Among them, Hua Chuanjuan was already six months pregnant.
Fang Xi quickly went forward to congratulate them, secretly calculating how much he would need to give as a gift when the child was born.
This time, Senior Xuemu was the host, and Fang Xi gave a gift of a low-grade spirit stone, which was quite generous!
"Brother Fang, you've come at the right time. Please help me persuade this stubborn ox!"
After becoming pregnant, Hua Chuanjuan's temper became even fierier. She pointed at Wei Yixin's forehead, saying, "I asked him to focus on planting flowers and raising bees, but he refuses. With just a few words of persuasion, he wants to go on an adventure again... It's only been a few days of peace!"
"I'm doing this for the sake of our child. We need to find some spiritual objects for you to nurture the fetus... After giving birth, we need spiritual objects for foundation building. If the child has spiritual roots, we need to prepare for their future cultivation..."
Wei Yixin explained softly, with a rare touch of tenderness on his face.
Watching this scene, Fang Xi didn't want to be fed dog food anymore, so he turned to look in another direction.
He saw Mo Qingyu chatting with Mu Wen for a while before turning to him, his eyes filled with a challenging provocation as he loudly said, "I heard that with just one sword, you killed a cultivator from a prestigious family... Hehe, what is the Lu family? This Senior Fang, your low-grade spirit weapon, the Green Wheat Sword, may be renowned on Peach Blossom Island. Are you willing to let me see it?"
With his cultivation at the mid-stage of Qi Refinement, just a step away from the late stage, Mo Qingyu naturally looked down on Fang Xi, who was only at the mid-stage after starting from the fourth stage.
Upon hearing the deliberate emphasis on 'low-grade spirit weapon,' Fang Xi couldn't help but smile wryly, "Senior Mo is joking. What swordsmanship can we farmers have? It's just random practice, relying on courage and determination..."
As he spoke, he took out the Green Wheat Sword.
This sword, resembling green leaves, was indeed a low-grade spirit weapon, and it was even somewhat damaged.
Seeing this, Feng Manlou and Mo Qingyu couldn't help but show disdain on their faces.
Both of them were in the mid-stage of Qi Refinement, yet Fang Xi's weapon was still a low-grade one.
Not only that, it was also so damaged.
Even Mu Wen felt that his own weapon was much better than Fang Xi's...
"This sword was given to me by a friend and has been with me for many years. It's a pity, a pity..."
Fang Xi held the Green Wheat Sword in his hand, and the image of Old Mai's appearance seemed to appear before his eyes.
Whether it was destined or not.
With this sword in hand, he finally cut a bloody path, seizing something that other farmers had pursued for a lifetime but couldn't obtain.
Then, his eyes turned cold, and he pinched the sword blade with two fingers, "What a pity..."
With a 'clang' sound!
Fang Xi exerted force with his two fingers, actually breaking the Green Wheat Sword in half.
Snap!
The broken sword blade and hilt fell to the ground, leaving Mo Qingyu somewhat dumbfounded.
"Unfortunately, this sword has its own spirit and refuses to be humiliated, so it broke on its own!"
Fang Xi glanced at Mo Qingyu, the icy meaning in his eyes making the latter's body involuntarily shiver.
He sneered and didn't bother with Senior Xuemu and the others, turning and leaving.
...
Mo Qingyu was left dumbfounded, his ears still echoing Fang Xi's words from before—'What swordsmanship can we farmers have? It's just random practice, relying on courage and determination...'
Looking at the two broken sword pieces, he suddenly realized that if he dared to touch the foundation of that independent cultivator, the other party would really fight to the death!
"Sigh... Brother Mo, don't you know that Fang Xi is a second-level body cultivator?"
At this moment, Feng Manlou finally spoke beside Mo Qingyu.
Although he had a relationship with the Mo family, he and Mo Qingyu were in a competitive relationship. He had to drag him down a bit, "Offending this person, Brother Mo, you must be careful at all times. He will fight to the death with you..."
"You..."
Mo Qingyu glared at Feng Manlou, then glanced at Mu Wen, and left in frustration.
Seeing this, Feng Manlou's mouth curved into a slight smile, then he also left.
The banquet ended on a sour note.
After Wei Yixin and his wife left, Mu Wen approached Senior Xuemu, "Elder, I..."
Slap!
Senior Xuemu delivered a resounding slap, leaving Mu Wen stunned.
"Do you know where you went wrong?"
Senior Xuemu's eyes were slightly red, "The old man never expected that because of your superior spiritual root talent since childhood, the old man and your father and uncles have been supporting you with gritted teeth. Everything others had, you had... I never thought that it would nurture your arrogance! You can't distinguish right from wrong, friend from foe!"
"Do you think you're a young master of a prestigious family? Born to stand on the side of the Feng and Mo families? No, you're just an independent cultivator! When our family was wandering and destitute, with few members and many departures, your father and uncles toiled in other people's spiritual fields day and night, even their meditation time was squeezed... Your mother washed and refined spiritual silkworm silk for the merchants every day, her hands almost soaked... All this was to save a few spiritual crystals for your cultivation!"
"The old man originally wanted to teach you by his side, but due to various trivial matters, he could only let you cultivate on your own. As a result, you learned this?"
Senior Xuemu was furious.
The Emerald Cliff and the West Peak were friendly, but they had to be careful with family cultivators!
This great-grandson had not yet ascended the mountain, and he was already teaching and advising earnestly. He didn't expect that the result would be a mess.
"Elder... My family already has a spiritual land as the foundation for inheritance. Why can't we be listed as an immortal cultivation family in the future?"
Mu Wen still seemed unconvinced.
"You..."
Senior Xuemu was so angry that he wanted to hit him again, but he was firmly held back by several old farmers, "It was just a moment of confusion for Wen'er. Teach him more in the future."
"In the future? What future?"
Senior Xuemu kicked over the redwood table in frustration, "The old man originally wanted to intercede with Senior Fang, so that you could go to his spiritual field to work, earning a few more spiritual stones each year. Now it's all over!"
Several old farmers looked at each other, feeling somewhat despondent.
...
"After this falling out, both sides should try to bother me less, right?"
Fang Xi, with his hands behind his back, controlled the Black Cloud Pouch and flew towards the Emerald Cliff.
The Green Wheat Sword did hold some sentimental value for him, after all, it was his first spiritual weapon, costing more than two spiritual stones!
Well, that's about it...
Today, seeing Mo Qingyu come to provoke him, he casually used it as a prop for falling out, feeling that it was worth it.
"From today on, with one sword drawn in anger, one sword broken, my name for capriciousness and eccentricity will surely spread throughout Peach Blossom Island. Those who dare to be friends with me will be very few..."
"Let's go back and continue farming!"
Fang Xi returned to the Emerald Cliff, first checking the growth of the Blood Red Spirit Seed, then starting to measure the terrain inch by inch, preparing for the layout of the 'Little Cloud Rain Array' in the future.
This was also a process of practicing array techniques.
...
As the sun set, golden light filled the sky.
Fang Xi, holding a compass, walked near his courtyard, "Formation has living gates, dead gates, and formation eyes... The formation eyes must be placed in one's own home, using the spiritual energy of this place to maintain the Little Cloud Rain Array with the lowest consumption should not be a problem. By then, the 'Gathering Spirit' effect can also be activated... If the range is limited to the cultivation room, raising the spiritual energy inside the cultivation room to a lower-grade first-order should not be a problem..."
Entering the measured data into the jade slip one by one, Fang Xi decided to start this project after the autumn harvest.
He was about to go to the lake to catch a fish for dinner when he suddenly felt something.
In the midst of the evening glow, a flower basket fluttered down, accompanied by the sound of silver bells!
"Meet the Island Lord!"
Seeing Ruan Xingling's arrival, Fang Xi quickly bowed.
"I heard about today's events..."
Ruan Xingling's face was calm, "I have taken back the Green Wheat Sword for you, it can be recast..."
Although her governing style was about balancing internal and external forces, she also needed to reconcile conflicts and daily win over people's hearts.
"Thank you, Island Lord, but in this life, I only wish to forge a plow, not to fight anymore..."
Fang Xi bowed sincerely, "If the Island Lord is willing to help me, I do have a favor to ask of you."
"Speak!"
Ruan Xingling suddenly became interested.
"I lack a mobile spiritual weapon, and I happen to have these materials. Please help me!"
Fang Xi patted his storage bag, revealing a pair of huge bird wings and a large number of feathers.
"These are... the wing bones of a first-grade superior bird and feathers?" Ruan Xingling examined them and her eyes lit up, "Hand them over to me?"
"Exactly!"
Fang Xi certainly wouldn't hand over the more precious snake and dragon materials to Ruan Xingling right now, after all, she was only a first-grade intermediate refiner. What if she ruined them?
He decided to test the waters with these bird materials first, as he had been wanting to replace the Black Cloud Pouch for a long time.
"Is this something you obtained from the Qingzhu Mountain Market?" Ruan Xingling took the materials and pondered.
"Island Lord?"
Fang Xi raised his head, only to see Ruan Xingling's expressionless face, "Since you are a guest of my family, I naturally have to investigate. The people I sent to the Qingzhu Mountain Market have returned. Your appearance, background, and origins are quite clean. Disappearing for two years, making great progress in cultivation, you probably gained a lot from the destruction of the Qingzhu Mountain Market, right?"
"This woman, does she think I would go and rob the market? Am I that kind of person?"
Fang Xi rolled his eyes in his heart, but on his face, he showed a wry smile, as if saying, "It's good that you know, Island Lord."
"We have also shared hardships, although we are not completely open with each other, Xingling can give you a promise—if you don't let me down, I won't let you down!"
Ruan Xingling controlled the flower basket and floated up, with her last words falling into Fang Xi's ears, "To be honest... I have long been a first-grade superior refiner!"
(End of Chapter)