Chapter 913
Slaying the True Immortal Again, Secluded Body Refinement
Chapter 913 Slaying the True Immortal Again, Secluded Body Refinement (7000 words)
On the Diluan Tower ship, Li Heng held the half-unfurled Overturning Heaven and Sea Banner, his expression strange.
"Senior brother, does Master still need our help?"
"It seems we won't need to." Qin Yu's brows furrowed slightly as he murmured in a deep voice.
"Compared to the battle against the demon tide in Cold Wind Valley, less than a year has passed, and Master has made further progress."
"It seems the Four-Nine Mysterious Technique is effective against Master." His voice trailed off until it was barely audible.
Damn it!
Seeing Yuan Hai carrying Mi Ku's body, blood dripping from his limbs, Gao Shanfu's soul trembled, and an immense fear gripped him. "How could it be so fast!"
Is Fang Yi a true cultivator in the mid-stage of Core Formation?
Even if a great sect's disciples are valued by Nascent Soul True Monarchs and meticulously nurtured with spiritual herbs and nourished by precious springs, their Heavenly Spiritual Roots are nothing more than this.
"escape!
Run away immediately!
"Edict!"
The broken porcelain bowl in his hand emitted a grayish-white, precious light and mist that transformed into a vast fog that obscured his figure. Gao Shanfu gritted his teeth and exhaled a breath of his natal energy.
"Mysterious Treasure Rifting Technique!"
"boom!"
The seven magical seals within the broken porcelain bowl expanded simultaneously, releasing explosive energy. The broken porcelain bowl rose like a mountain, crushing down with immense force.
"To detonate one's most treasured possession, what a huge determination."
Fang Yi's brows relaxed slightly, his figure becoming hazy. His slender fingers emerged from his sleeve, displaying the four seasons: [Spring Awakening], [Summer Growth], [Autumn Harvest], [Winter]
"Oh!"
Before the winter-hidden Daoist rhythm had evolved to its full potential, it collapsed on its own. Feeling the tingling sensation in his hand, he shook his head slightly.
"Even after the 'Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing Sutra' is completed, it still lacks something. It needs an ice-attribute spiritual object to comprehend the Daoist principles and evolve the meaning of winter hibernation."
He swept his gaze over the ever-expanding gray porcelain bowl, his fierce aura soaring to the heavens, and shook his head slightly.
"However, with his Daoist foundation, even without being fully restored, he is still strong enough to suppress Gao Shanfu."
"We can't let you self-destruct, otherwise the spiritual tide will surge, and it will be difficult to catch the top-grade blood food."
Fang Yi clenched his fist, with the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch hidden around it, and pressed down on the gray-white porcelain bowl that shone with precious light.
"Oh!"
A muffled thunderous roar echoed, and the round, grayish-white light continued to expand, but was restrained by a verdant branch.
On the other side.
The Abyss Sea Bone Armor trembled, moving like a ghost, and was no more than a thousand feet away from Gao Shanfu.
In a short while, even as he burned his life essence to escape, the puppets behind him kept getting closer.
Gao Shanfu felt remorseful.
"Since they've already connected with the Imperial Seal, they shouldn't have been greedy for the benefits promised by the Zoroastrian Church and made enemies of Fang Yi."
"Buzz!"
The gray light transformed into a thin line, increasing the escape speed by another three points. There was no need to worry about the self-destruction of the magic treasure, the yellow sandbag; the Abyss Sea was no longer constrained.
This puppet, crafted from the body of a peak Core Formation cultivator, exuded power that sent chills down Gao Shanfu's spine.
Four hundred zhang!
Three hundred zhang!
A hundred feet!
In less than three breaths, Yuan Hai was less than eighty feet away from Gao Shanfu.
Damn it!
As he watched the self-destructing, gleaming porcelain bowl about to be suppressed, and the puppet approaching like a god or a demon, Gao Shanfu's face showed despair.
"Having traversed the vast icy plains for over three hundred years, even that old corpse at the peak of the Core Formation stage couldn't spare my life."
Are we going to be defeated by this junior, Fang Yi?
He's only two hundred years old!
"stop!"
A red sun rises in the sky, accompanied by the stirring chirping of silkworms, and a fiery energy fills the heavens and earth.
"I told you to stop!"
"White Cicada Boy?!" Gao Shanfu looked at the cultivator's vast aura in the red sun, and a glimmer of hope rose in his deathly gray eyes.
"Just hold on for three breaths!"
"With the protection of this top-tier Grand Master of the Zoroastrianism sect, even if Qingyangzi Fang Yi is fierce, he can't harm my life if I survive three breaths!"
"Buzz!"
The patchwork robe on the body glowed with five-colored pieces of cloth, transforming into a soft net that swept down towards Yuan Hai, who was covered in bone armor.
"A Golden Core cultivator at the ninth level of Core Formation"
Feeling the terrifying pressure of the approaching red sun, Fang Yi's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, his heart filled with vigilance, and the hairs on his body involuntarily stood on end.
This was a Great Immortal no weaker than his previous life, and his entire body shone with dazzling light. He was extremely wealthy and far superior to rogue cultivators like Gao Shanfu and Mi Ku.
"The most outstanding True Person of the Great Yu Dynasty?"
"Fishing for a deep-sea monster, tsk, the Zoroastrians certainly think highly of me."
Including Luo Yuzhou, who was stopped by the Imperial Seal, there were two people at the seventh level of Core Formation, one at the eighth level of Core Formation, and one Great True Person at the ninth level of Core Formation.
Four Great True Immortals joined forces to besiege a cultivator at the fifth level of Core Formation, and they did not use a lion hunting a rabbit, but rather went all out.
This is like Mount Tai crushing an egg – a decisive blow.
An ordinary great master would have died long ago, without a proper burial.
"We can't delay any longer!"
Fang Yi's expression was solemn, his black hair flew wildly, and his blue robe fluttered in the wind, like a god or demon descending to earth.
The golden core of withered and flourishing circulates in the dantian, and the surging magical power flows like a great river, causing the banner of withered and flourishing in the Void Realm to flutter.
Five colors of spiritual light—cyan, black, white, red, and yellow—swirled, transforming into a wisp of celestial power that descended upon them.
"Secret Technique of the Master: Heart-Piercing Finger!"
The power of the Five-Colored Cave Heaven surrounded the figure, whose slender five fingers extended out, their flesh and blood dried up.
"Piercing through the heart."
Yuan Hai's dry, hoarse voice sounded like a night owl announcing death, and the gray puppeteer's blood pulsed.
"puff!"
The last zhang!
A cold light emanated from his hazy five fingers, tearing through the patchwork robe and piercing through the heart.
"Just one breath left."
Ignoring the excruciating pain in his chest and feeling his life force constantly slipping away, Gao Shanfu gazed at the white cicada boy, who was no more than a hundred feet tall.
"Real person. Help me."
"Tear it!"
Yuan Hai brought his five fingers together like a knife, cleaved his heart along the chest pain, tore open his dantian, and pulled out a gray precious pill.
He immediately took a step forward, lifting Gao Shanfu's body and fleeing towards Fang Yi.
"Bastard!"
Bai Chan has a cinnabar mark between her eyebrows. She is no more than three feet tall, fair and plump, and holds a precious pearl, just like a porcelain doll in a New Year's painting.
Now his face was gloomy, and a fiery lotus appeared beneath his feet.
"Did you hear me tell you to stop?!"
"Boom!"
A blazing spiritual light soared into the sky, endless crimson waves spread, fiery serpents swam, a black bird spread its wings, and a crimson dragon roared.
A vast training ground stretching for hundreds of miles unfolded, its heatwave melting the frozen earth. In an instant, it sealed off Fang Yi and the Earth Phoenix Ship.
What should have been a vast, frigid, bone-chilling ice field was now reduced to a burst of crimson, surging like lava.
This is not an incomplete prototype of a Daoist temple, but a fully transformed, perfect Daoist temple, sufficient to serve as the embryo of heaven and earth.
"die!"
White cicada, tender and white, patted with five fingers.
"Buzz!"
Crimson light gathered within the dojo, transforming into a massive Bing Fire handprint that pressed down.
This is tricky.
Fang Yi's expression turned solemn as he placed his five fingers on Yuan Hai's spine, and strands of azure light opened up the puppet's acupoints.
The magical power within his dantian flowed through his meridians and instantly surged into the abyss.
'Heavenly Craftsmanship Method: Worrying.'
'Secret Techniques of the Demon: Shared Soul'
"Wonderful Technique: The Intercepting Spirit Palm!"
Fang Yi's brow creased with a gray light, the seemingly round yet flat mechanical puppet seal emitting a loud, whirring sound as gears turned.
Yuan Hai extended his five fingers, and a hazy, precious light wrapped around him like a thin veil, with strands of silk penetrating into the Bing Huo handprint.
The puppet strings tightened, gray-white runes flowed, and a distorted force field writhed. The crimson handprint tilted, pressing down towards a distance of a hundred feet.
"boom!"
Heat waves rolled in, and magma steamed from the ground.
"Oh?
It actually managed to withstand one of my attacks.
No wonder he sent me a telepathic message; Junior Brother Luo's insight is as sharp as ever.
Bai Chan, her black robes fluttering, stared at Fang Yi, her eyes turning cold, her killing intent boiling.
"If a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator is this troublesome, what will he be like in a hundred years?"
"die!"
He summoned the black pearl, which emitted flames that transformed into a great sun.
"Yan!"
A long, resounding dragon's roar echoed as black-armored flame dragons emerged from the sun and swam in the air.
"Dao Domain Locks the Void!"
Bai Chan blocked all escape routes, then took a step forward and merged seamlessly with the dojo, her figure becoming hazy until she completely disappeared.
"I wish to test my skills against Tianque and see what a Grandmaster of Divination is capable of."
It's a pity that he passed away after his battle with Uncle-Master Huo Lie, but once I've formed my Nascent Soul, I can seek out Chi Mei for a battle."
"Roar!"
The nine black flame dragons had prominent heads and horns, exuding a majestic aura, and each one was no weaker than an ordinary mid-stage Core Formation cultivator.
Surrounded by a wild and ferocious aura, the nine dragons pounced down.
"Imperial Decree: Nine Dragons Devouring Flames Technique"
"Oh!"
The dragon's tail swept across the Earth Phoenix Ship, shattering the magical barriers and setting the nearly hundred-foot-long ship ablaze, billowing thick smoke.
In the blink of an eye, the ship was completely burned to the ground.
"Buzz!"
Two precious flags, one green and one blue, lit up. Qin Yu and Li Heng joined forces and used water to generate wood, using it to carry Fan Deye and his disciples away from the ship.
Even in the aftershocks, screams rang out as more than ten disciples of the Five Extremes Peak were burned to ashes along with their magical artifacts, turning into wisps of smoke.
"Such refined magical power! This is the most outstanding Core Formation cultivator in the Great Yu Dynasty?"
The essence, energy, and spirit have initially merged, and the foundation is among the most top-tier and first-class below the Nascent Soul True Monarch.
This Bai Chan truly possesses the foundation to fight against Master Tian Que when he was at his peak.
He is no less powerful than the son of the Corpse God. If I were to fight him, I would need to advance my cultivation several more steps and refine my Abyss Sea to the near-fourth level.
I am no match for them now; retreat is the best course of action.
Fang Yi's five fingers changed, and the black and white tiger-shaped creature leaped up, stirring up a cold wave that froze the three fire dragons.
The abyss, shaped like a ghost, vanished in a blur, and with a swirling of gray light, severed the three fire dragons in half.
Then the banner of the Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing unfolded, revealing a powerful demon god clad in a robe of creation, wearing a crown of ancient wood, and waving his six long arms.
As the Azure Lotus Dharma Domain evolved, pale blue patterns appeared, gathering vitality.
Fortunately, we were prepared.
"Edict!"
Fang Yi murmured, and strange phenomena unfolded behind him.
Ancient trees, hundreds of feet tall, rise from the ground, their canopies spreading wide and their branches and leaves abundant; exotic flowers bloom, datura grows, their beauty extraordinary; and ginseng sways in the breeze.
"Azure Wood, Hundred Spirits, Divine Light"
"Shh!"
Divine light swept down in succession, and the last three black-armored flame dragons were blasted into flames and scattered in all directions.
"Oh?
Simultaneously operating two high-grade third-tier puppets and a high-grade wood-attribute magic weapon—such magical power and spiritual awareness are rare even among Great True Immortals.
The White Cicada Child has pure eyes, a youthful face, and an endearing, harmless appearance.
"Two more Golden Core disciples, not bad!"
That's really good!
Killing the three of you will surely cause Crimson Eyebrows immense pain.
The innocent child was just a fleeting glimpse, yet it caused Qin Yu and Li Heng to freeze, their souls frantically alerting them.
"How terrifying! Is this still a Core Formation cultivator?" Li Heng murmured softly.
Qin Yu frowned slightly, his eyes gleaming as he searched for a way out within the training grounds.
'I can't help Master, but I also can't hold Master back.'
"It was actually the Hundred Cicada Boy who came here."
Fang Yi's body was tense, and his face was slightly pale. After only a rough exchange of blows, less than ten breaths later, his dantian power was already 20% depleted.
Since Wei Jingze, the Three-Aperture Master, received the news, Bai Chan has been ranked among the top.
Among the Great Yu Dynasty's Great True Immortals, there are only a handful, and those with Nascent Soul seed are even fewer. This White Cicada Child is also a figure who ranks second to none among the True Immortals of the Fire Worship Sect, and he has never been defeated in combat.
To fight him, Fang Yi would need to reach at least the late stage of Core Formation, have his Daoist temple fully formed, and possess a top-tier puppet.
'Yu'er, Heng'er, take Deye and escape. I will create an opportunity for you.'
"Buzz!"
Her sleeves billowed, and within them, the precious light of the blood-red Bodhi branch shone forth.
Fang Yi channeled his magical power into the tender branches, gathering momentum to unleash its full potential.
With a cultivation level four levels lower, almost half a major realm lower, he never dared to dream of defeating Bai Chan Tong Zi, the most outstanding Great True Person of the Nascent Soul Sect.
"A top-grade magic weapon, emanating its essence, is enough to temporarily block the White Cicada's path."
I still have a Fire Crow Transformation Rainbow Talisman. I'll return to Huitong Mall first, then notify Senior Brother Xishan and Zhang Hengyi to come and meet me.
"Ok?"
His solemn expression suddenly changed as he looked in the direction of Huitong Mall.
The clinking sound of money is pleasant to the ear.
Square-holed copper coins, green-patterned knife coins, five-colored jade discs, and glass gemstones were all condensed and fell from the sky like rain.
The ancient city of gold and jade, the gilded lamps, and many other magnificent and unusual sights emerge.
Finally, the strange phenomenon collapsed and transformed into a vast tide that spread, instantly forming a rainbow bridge within the White Cicada Dojo.
"Grand Master Yuzhao?" Fang Yi's eyes lit up with joy. Green lotuses flowed beneath his feet, and he instantly appeared beside his two disciples.
He murmured to himself, 'This one has taken another step forward, also reaching the ninth level of the Core Formation stage.' "Old Monster Hu!"
Bai Chan cast a divine sense at Fang Yi, then looked at the round-figured, smiling cultivator with a solemn expression.
"Hu Yuzhao, you and I belong to two different factions. Do you really intend to interfere in my affairs?"
Hu Yuzhao held an abacus, a magical artifact with a frame of golden paulownia wood, a body of green jade, and gilded counting rods.
The robe was embroidered with silver thread with patterns of copper coins and ingots, and the royal blue belt was inlaid with a jade-carved Pixiu that swallowed treasures.
He lightly tossed the gold-plated wooden tokens in his hand, seemingly unperturbed.
"Fellow Daoist Bai Chan is joking. Our Sihai Business Alliance has always been kind to people and does business with open doors."
It was merely that Hu, after breaking through to a higher realm, felt a sudden urge to practice and wanted to discuss the Dao with fellow Daoists to verify what he had learned.
"Ring ring!"
A melodious sound of gold and jade clashing rang out. Gold and jade intertwined beneath Hu Yuzhao's feet, glass transformed into horns, and silver coins turned into scales and feathers.
A magnificent, emerald-eyed Pixiu, surrounded by dazzling light, shook its fur and slowly stepped out.
"Roar"
The Pixiu roared contentedly, and the golden-jade-colored dojo began to take shape, battling against the black flames. Although slightly weaker, it was still able to entangle the white cicada's energy.
Fellow Daoist Fang, leave immediately!
Um?"
As Fang Yi's figure dissipated in the air, it turned out that Fang Yi had taken advantage of the battle between the two top Grandmasters to create an illusionary body and escape with his disciples and juniors.
Hu Yuzhao smiled smugly.
"This Xuan Yang Mountain sect leader is quite clever."
"Fang Yi has left, does Fellow Daoist Bai Chan still wish to continue the fight?"
"Fang Yi?"
Bai Chan looked disdainful, showing no regret whatsoever for letting a formidable enemy escape and allowing a tiger to return to the mountain.
"At two hundred years old, he was only at the fifth level of the Core Formation stage. He merely used a puppet-like object to kill two rogue cultivators."
We, the true cultivators, ultimately value cultivation above all else.
"Compared to this junior cultivator, Fellow Daoist Yuzhao, I would much rather spar with you."
"Every Grandmaster at the ninth level of Core Formation is a favorite of True Monarchs. If we miss this opportunity, who knows when we'll be able to meet them again?"
His fighting spirit surged, and he held up the crimson-black pearl with his fair, delicate fingers, murmuring softly.
"The sacred fire blazes brightly, illuminating the entire Dharma realm!"
"Buzz!"
The precious pearl shone brightly in the sunlight, and the spiritual fire surged down like a great river.
A realm of Dharma, entirely surrounded by dark, mysterious black flames, with fire elements converging and scorching the heavens and the earth, appeared.
"Tsk, the Great Flame Bright Realm of the Zoroastrian Church?"
This is troublesome.
Hu Yuzhao shook his head slightly. With the support of the array formation in Huitong Ancient City, the area within thousands of miles was as clear as the lines on the palm of his hand.
If he hadn't already invested a Crimson Essence Pearl, given up the Yuan Fishing Furnace, and given up a rare Wood Essence Treasure, he really wouldn't have wanted to fight against the old monster, White Cicada Boy.
Although they both reached the ninth level of Core Formation at the same time, Bai Chan broke through the realm a full sixty years earlier, and his foundation was much stronger.
"Since Fellow Daoist Bai Chan wishes to fight, then I shall accept without hesitation."
A rare glint of fighting spirit appeared in Hu Yuzhao's eyes. He waved his hand and threw out the golden wooden token tray, which shone brightly with a mysterious light that illuminated a hundred miles away.
"Imperial Decree: Pure Lapis Lazuli Five-Colored Sacred Altar!"
"boom!"
Three hundred miles away, a surging spiritual tide swept in, causing the Azure Cloud Dharma Robe to flutter wildly.
Fang Yi stopped amidst the cyan escape light, reached out and made a grasping motion, and two strands of intertwined magical power, one gold and one red, fell into his palm.
"Hu Yuzhao of the Four Seas Business Alliance and Bai Chan Tongzi of the Fire Worship Sect are both extraordinary in terms of magical power, cultivation methods, and dojos."
The most powerful cultivators of the Great Yu Dynasty should not be underestimated.
"boom!"
The violent collision reverberated as the azure-eyed Pixiu, a hundred feet tall and three hundred miles away, shattered a corner of the Great Bright Realm.
The ice field trembled, and towering peaks were burned and melted.
Then, black flames swirled, and a ferocious black-armored dragon with a hideous face emerged, its sharp claws tearing apart the Pixiu's hind legs.
Li Heng was still shaken. Even if he raised the Overturning the Sea and Heaven Banner, the aftershocks of the battle between the White Cicada Boy and the Jade Illumination Grand Master would be enough to take his life.
He murmured softly.
No wonder Master said that heroes of the world are as numerous as carp crossing a river.
No wonder the cultivators of the Great Yu Dynasty looked down on the Great Yun Dynasty, regarding it as a place of exile.
Only the two patriarchs, Tianque and Guangsheng, possessed such combat power when they unleashed their full power.
Qin Yu nodded slightly, still shaken. "Junior Brother Heng is right."
Whether it's the White Cicada Child or the Jade Illumination Grand Master, either of them could have slaughtered the entire Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World if they were willing to take action.
Although both are Grand Masters of the Azure Water Pavilion, their difference in status compared to Grand Masters Yu Zhao and Bai Chan is immeasurable.
"Let's go, there's nothing more for us to do after this."
Fang Yi's eyes closed slightly, a look of reminiscence appearing in his eyes. His aura could travel a hundred miles, and he possessed the Three Treasures. With every move he made, Daoist charm accompanied him.
When the Corpse God Child achieved perfect cultivation in his previous life, this same strange phenomenon also occurred.
Thinking of Gao Shanfu and Mi Ku in the Land of Withered Glory, a hint of anticipation appeared on his lips.
Once I break through in my body refinement and make up for the lack of magical power, I can further refine the Abyss Sea.
Then I'll have a good spar with Jade Cicada Boy and Jade Illumination Immortal.
Fang Yi had a premonition that if he wanted to seize the opportunities in the vast ice plains, he would one day have to fight against such a hero who stood at the peak of the Core Formation stage.
He patted his storage bag, channeling his magical power to perform a preliminary refinement of the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat left behind by Gao Shanfu.
Then, with a wave of his sleeve, the crimson flying boat descended.
Let's go.
"Return to Coldwind Valley first, cultivate diligently, and one day you will have the chance to face such a powerful figure."
Thousands of miles away.
The coffin trembled, and thick pus dripped from the gaps between its corners, corroding pits of varying sizes in the ground.
A hazy, gray mist swirled around a single lamp, its light obscuring the surrounding atmosphere, as a raven-headed coffin lantern was lit.
In the pool of blood, several thick elephant bones, covered with tooth marks, lay scattered at the bottom.
The red-haired old corpse's eyes gleamed faintly, sensing the collision of two energies from afar.
One is as hot as fire, with flames billowing; the other is glittering with pearls and jewels, exceptionally luxurious.
"The White Cicada Boy who just fought me is standing up for the rogue cultivator surnamed Gao. Which great master is he fighting with this time?"
Its aura is noble and opulent, with a subtle, shimmering sheen, yet it also carries a hint of the stench of money.
A disciple of the Four Seas Merchant Alliance?
Thinking of the information he had obtained from the Jade Elephant Demon King's soul, he stuck out his gray tongue and licked his dry lips.
"Two Grand Masters at the ninth level of Core Formation, who are beginning to plan their Nascent Soul Formation. If I can swallow one of them, my cultivation will advance even further."
Indeed, this Great Yu is my blessed land.
He opened his mouth and sucked up all the scarlet demon blood in the blood pool, and chewed up and swallowed the elephant bone as well.
"Let's go."
One hour later.
"boom!"
As soon as the crimson corpse energy rose, the pure light of crystal and the black and red flames separated and fled into the distance.
"Crack!"
A corner of the coffin was opened, and a greedy gleam shone in the eerie green eyes.
"What bad luck, just one step away."
Otherwise, at least a limb could be torn off to taste the flavor of a Nascent Soul seed.
"However, with the spiritual vein advancing to the fourth tier and top-tier treasures emerging, I refuse to believe you can stop here."
Huitong Ancient City, West District, Chiguang Pavilion.
Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, a bluebird sang, causing the jade seal's ears to tremble slightly, and its expression to change in surprise.
"Bai Chan, why would this old monster come to Huitong Ancient City?"
For Qingyangzi Fang Yi?
impossible!
Unless Fang Yi advances to the ninth level of Core Formation, how could he possibly attract this old monster's attention?
Without the slightest hesitation, he waved his hand to recall the cloud-patterned gold coin, took a step forward, and the swamp-like domain of magic dissipated.
"gone?"
Luo Yuzhou, his head drooping and eyes slightly closed, murmured softly like a vulture feeding on carrion.
"With Senior Brother Bai Chan making a move, even if Fang Yi has immense abilities, he can't cause any trouble."
"Ok?"
A talisman enveloped in crimson-black spiritual fire descended, and Bai Chan's tender voice rang out.
"Junior Brother Yuzhou, I was stopped by Yuzhao when I made a move, which allowed junior Fang Yi to escape a calamity."
With Qing Sui stationed in Medicine King Valley, the sect is locked in a standoff with the Ice Plains, vying for the opportunity of the Ice Vein. I cannot leave for long to explore this spiritual cave.
Fang Yi's ability to manipulate puppets was comparable to that of an ordinary eighth-level Core Formation cultivator, but his magical power was lacking and he could not sustain it for long.
Later, the sect will send its junior brother Yang Xu to assist in the search for the sacred site.
"Boom!"
The light from the communication talisman dissipated, turning into dust.
"Yu Zhao intervened, which allowed Fang Yi to escape a disaster."
Luo Yuzhou's eyes were dim, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he murmured softly.
"For some reason, I always felt that Fang Yi was a major threat to the sect."
The spiritual vein is about to be upgraded, and a great cold wave is about to begin.
The birth of the Spirit Cave is not far off, and since it concerns a fourth-tier spiritual creature, the Spirit Cave should be the priority.
When Junior Brother Yang Xu arrived, he had the leisure to surround and kill Fang Yi. Xuan Yang Mountain was new to the area and could not do without trading spiritual items in Huitong Ancient City.
This time, we didn't expect the imperial seal and portrait to get involved. Next time, we'll just have to stay far away from Huitong Ancient City.
Ten days later, the warm sunshine shone down, but it couldn't dispel the chill in the air.
Coldwind Valley, on a chilly plaza.
The nearly 100-foot-long Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat slowly descended, stirring up a heat wave that melted the ice crystals.
"Ok?"
Amidst the ethereal purple mist, the Crimson-Eyebrowed Master, clad in a robe embroidered with the rising sun, his hair and beard entirely crimson, landed on the deck.
"What happened to Junior Nephew Fang? He went to Huitong Mall, and how did the Earth Phoenix Ship change from a magic artifact to a mid-grade magic treasure?"
"Master Red Eyebrow, please don't joke."
My nephew has lived up to expectations, successfully negotiating a deal with the Four Seas Merchant Alliance in exchange for the spiritual items our sect needs.
Fang Yi patted his storage bag, and three beams of spiritual light shot out, hovering in the air and emitting a precious glow.
On the left, five colors of spiritual light—green, white, black, red, and yellow—rotated, representing the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, as well as the five-colored five-element pearls representing the elixir-forming spiritual object.
"Five-Colored Five-Element Beads?"
With a gasp of astonishment, the silver light descended.
Wearing a star-studded crown, You Xishan gazed at the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Pearl with great interest before landing on the Core Formation spiritual object.
"Junior Brother Fang has gained a great deal from this trip. This flying boat, with its inner radiance concealed, is already a mid-grade magic treasure, several times stronger than the Earth Phoenix Pavilion Ship."
His expression suddenly changed, his fingertips made calculations, his incantations changed, and oracle bone patterns, insect script, and bird talismans danced.
A short while later.
His expression hardened slightly.
"Junior Brother Fang's aura is fluctuating and has not yet calmed down. He must have been fighting with that top-tier Grandmaster."
Is it Qing Sui from Medicine King Valley, Qing Quan from the Icefield Demon Clan, or Tian Yin, a rogue cultivator?
"Senior brother, your perception of Qi is remarkably sharp."
Fang Yi spent ten days circulating his profound energy to calm his qi, but unexpectedly, You Xishan noticed something amiss.
He spoke in a deep voice.
"He is the White Cicada Child of the Zoroastrianism."
"It's him?!"
"Isn't that old monster confronting Qing Sui from Medicine King Valley, fighting over an ice vein?"
You Xishan frowned slightly, and the Zhou Tian Bagua diagram slipped out of his sleeve, revealing the Big Dipper and the changing of the Qian and Kun trigrams.
Fifteen minutes later, he shook his head slightly.
"The White Cicada Child is protected by a treasure from the Heavenly Secrets Dao. I only discovered that he has already left Huitong Ancient City."
We must wait for the right opportunity to surround and kill him.
"Nephew Xishan, there's no need to rush."
Seeing the friendly relationship among the disciples, Chi Mei looked satisfied, but then looked worriedly at the ancestral hall surrounded by the sounds of sacrificial rites, and sighed inwardly.
Ultimately, the sect's foundation was flawed, so Junior Nephew Hengyi had no choice but to take a risky gamble to repair the foundation of his cultivation technique.
He gazed at Fang Yi, whose skin gleamed with a soft glow, and then spoke:
"Nephew Fang Yi is going to Huitong Mall to open up trading channels within its doors."
"I am new to Xuan Yang Mountain. I will digest some of the opportunities presented by the Ice Plains before confronting the Zoroastrianism."
Fang Yi nodded slightly, agreeing in his heart.
After the cycle of life, death, decay, and prosperity was completed, the Daoist phenomena of the changing seasons gradually evolved towards perfection.
He still has two Great True Person Dharma Bodies that he has not yet digested.
The path of body refinement also requires a breakthrough. Now is the time to accumulate foundation, not the time to fight the Fire Worship Cult.
Fang Yi cupped his hands slightly and took his leave.
“Senior Uncle Red Eyebrows, you are in charge of handling the remaining spiritual artifacts. I will now go into seclusion.”
"Yes, I value cultivation level among cultivators."
Red Eyebrows watched Fang Yi leave, his gaze then falling upon the remaining spiritual objects.
A medicinal cauldron covered with cinnabar patterns, two of its three legs broken, its body riddled with cracks, bears the five tiny characters of "Xuan Yi Zi Dan Lun" (玄宜子丹论), surrounded by the fragrance of medicine, and an aura of vicissitudes rises.
On the right side, in the bulging spirit seed bag, lies a stone of Wutu fragrant rice spirit seeds.
In addition, there was a half-open spirit-sealing jade box, with a stack of second-tier talismans piled inside.
"The Spirit Valley and the Treatise on Alchemy are sufficient to supplement part of the sect's heritage."
Changqing Hall.
An altar rose up, and Fang Yi sat cross-legged, his Four-Nine Mystic Arts circulating far and wide.
"boom!"
The Yuan Yu Furnace was lit, and the two great immortal figures floated and sank within it.
(End of this chapter)