Chapter 292 Ten Years (Congratulations to the Silver Alliance)

Yangyuan Cave.

"What a shame... Ancestor Lu's soul has returned to Taixu and left our sect... All the disciples of our sect are heartbroken..."

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Fang Xi looked at the sect leader Wei Xuan's long speech in front of him, and her emotions were very complicated.

'Although I had expected it...why didn't I feel any fluctuation in my heart and even wanted to laugh? ’

'Strictly speaking, among the three golden elixirs of the Three Kingdoms, I have given away the third one... Old Ghost Jiang, Master Bai Feng, and now Ancestor Lu Qing... Well, the useless outer elixir in Yiling Valley does not count as gold. Dan... is still a foundation-building baby. ’

'To live longer means to have more knowledge. The era of the previous generation of Jindan Patriarchs is over...'

'Once Lu Qing dies, the Qingmu Sect will be unable to stop me...'

He had a lot of inner drama, but on the surface he was still serious, following Zheng Tie and others to complete the funeral ceremony and send Lu Qing away completely.

Finally, Wei Xuan concluded:

"Old Ancestor Lu guarded the sect, made many military exploits for our Qingmu Sect, and eliminated powerful enemies... Finally, a year ago, he signed a peace agreement with Yiling Valley for our Qingmu Sect, and forced Old Ghost Yan to swear an oath that he would not fight for the rest of his life. Invade the Aoki Sect again!”

This person has perfected his foundation building skills, and his voice spread far and wide.

"What?"

"Has the armistice contract been signed?"

"Very good!"

Fang Xi suddenly felt that the morale around her, which had been low when Patriarch Lu was enthroned, was instantly boosted!

'This Qingmu Sect... actually hid it from me... Well, who told me that I am an outsider? ’

‘Releasing this news to inform Quanzong and Mu State at this time is also to stabilize people’s hearts, right? ’

'It seems... I am not the protagonist after all... The protagonists in those story novels have their own aura of disaster. Wherever they go, something will happen, either a disaster or a war... commonly known as death wherever they go...'

‘How come you came to me, and when I came to Qingmu Sect, I brought peace to Qingmu Sect? ’

Fang Xi sighed in her heart, but still pretended to be surprised. When she looked up, she saw Zheng Tie's encouraging and affirming eyes.

Immortal cultivators do not pay attention to red tape. After everyone built the foundation and paid homage to Patriarch Lu's spiritual throne, they dispersed.

At this time, a black light suddenly approached, revealing that the monk inside was actually 'Tie Jiu'.

"Fellow Daoist Cao...how is the progress of your skills?"

Tie Jiu tried his best to smile, but unfortunately even the scar on his face looked a little stiff.

"With the help of the third-level spiritual vein cave, it's quite good..."

Fang Xi smiled and chatted with Tie Jiu for a few words.

Tie Jiu then left, but looking at his back, Fang Xi had a thoughtful expression on her face: "This person probably also sensed something was wrong. He was severely beaten by reality and came to look for allies..."

He didn't blame the upper echelons of the sect for treating them differently, it was all indifferent matters anyway.

As long as the Lingmai Cave gives enough to those who work as laborers, they can ignore the rest.

With this in mind, Fang Xi returned to Zheng Tie's cave to inquire about the news.

After all, after such a big event happened, it would be quite abnormal to go back and continue to retreat.

"My dear nephew...I just found out about this."

Zheng Tie arrived later and sighed when he saw Fang Xi.

"In any case, this is a good thing after all... I am really afraid that after Patriarch Qing passes away, Yiling Valley will come knocking on our door."

Fang Xi showed a look of joy: "When the time comes, all life will be in ruins. If I were still a casual cultivator, I might die faster..."

"My good nephew has a long-term vision..." Zheng Tie nodded and encouraged: "You joined the sect at a time of turmoil, which shows your loyalty. It is completely different from those who came after you. The leader has given orders, and the treatment is similar to that of the core foundation of the sect. , absolutely treat everyone equally!”

"Thank you, Uncle Zheng..."

Fang Xi immediately thanked him and asked for other news, such as the Xuantian Sect.

"As you expected, Xuantian Sect also signed an alliance. Now the world of immortal cultivation in the Three Kingdoms is completely peaceful..."

Zheng Tie was very emotional.

After all, he didn't want to encounter something like a war in the world of immortals.

"Ancestor Qing's merits are immeasurable... I think back when I visited my ancestor with Tie Jiu, my voice and smile were still there, but now..."

Fang Xi sighed with emotion, but at the same time she was speechless:

'The Three Kingdoms' world of immortality has returned to peace... If I still stay in Wandao Lake, it will be an eyesore...'

'Wait...it turns out I've run away? That’s okay then…’

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"Alas, Ancestor Qing is gone... Even if there are no foreign enemies, the Qingmu Kingdom will not be peaceful in the future..."

Zheng Tie was worried.

Nowadays, even though the Aoki Sect has third-level spiritual veins and formations, and its foundation-building monks are number one in the Wood Country in terms of strength and quantity, he does not feel at all at ease.

Without a pill-forming monk, there would be no confidence!

Even though Patriarch Lu Qing had arranged everything before he left, the more precise the arrangements and plans, the easier it is for flaws to occur, leading to a chain collapse!

He looked at Fang Xi and warned: "There are still seven years left for the sect to build foundations for newcomers. After seven years, you will have to follow the path of Qian Laodao in the General Affairs Hall... Although our generation of monks pay attention to immortality, Xiaoyao, when necessary, must have means to protect his path. The spells and spiritual weapons in the foundation-building stage must not be left behind..."

"Don't worry, I know."

Fang Xi showed a hearty smile...

…

Seven years later.

Inside the cave in the bamboo forest.

The figure flashed, and Fang Xi's figure appeared out of nothingness. She touched the storage ring on her hand, and a smile appeared on her face.

This time he took the time to visit the Fragmented World again, transformed into the mysterious Witch King, and gained a lot of resources.

The most important of them is a batch of third-level spiritual wood, which can be used to make various high-level talismans.

As for the secret technique of making 'talisman jade'?

Fang Xi thought about it and refined two ancient blank jade talismans. After several attempts, she found that conventional talisman-making techniques could not leave traces on them, so she had to seal them up first.

He thought for a while and came to the weapon refining room first.

Fang Xi's eyes moved slightly, and she raised her hand to summon the 'Green He Sword'.

After he sacrificed and refined this sword into the third-order high-grade spiritual wood obtained from Danya's treasure house, its power became even more astonishing.

Not only that, the sword body gradually became green and jade-like, and seemed to be transforming into jade.

'The power of Qinghe Sword has been improved again...but the extent is not big. This is true for the third-order high-grade spiritual trees, not to mention the third-order low-grade spiritual trees I got this time...'

'Forget it, if you rashly refine too many spiritual trees into it, it may cause the quality of the magic weapon to be mixed...'

‘Now the material of this ‘Qinghe Sword’ has almost reached the third-level high-grade level. If you want to choose to increase its power, you must start with the ‘Zhu Xian Bao Wen’... It’s a pity...’

Fang Xi shook her head and sighed.

After being able to move freely, of course he did not let go of those treasure patterns, and obtained a lot by clever means.

However, the world of fragments does have limitations. The treasure pattern is the highest, and there is no way to advance upward!

'After all, it is just a trial place for foundation-building disciples... The opponent can be comparable to ordinary early-stage pill formation and fake pill masters, that is the limit... No matter how high it is, even true geniuses will suffer heavy casualties...'

Fang Xi stroked the Qinghe sword with a little regret in her heart.

The meaning of this sword to him is quite extraordinary, but it is conceivable that if the 'Zhu Xian Bao Wen' has no way to succeed, this sword will inevitably fall behind the pace of his improvement in mana in the future, and eventually become dispensable.

‘Similarly cultivated with golden elixir true energy, the power of the ‘Seal of Life and Death’ increases much faster than that of the ‘Qinghe Sword’. Could this be the limitation of the treasure pattern? Because of quick success, the foundation for future progress has been somewhat damaged? ’

'However, no matter what, if this sword is used in the later stage of pill formation, there won't be any big problems...'

'Although this treasure pattern technique is good for quick success...but there are some hidden dangers after all. Fortunately, I have never practiced it myself...'

Fang Xi sat cross-legged, a treasure-patterned crystal appeared in her hand, and she began to meditate quietly.

Time flies by...

After one month.

Fang Xi had disheveled hair and a very leisurely and comfortable posture. She was lying on a bamboo chair with a volume of the corpse refining inheritance of the Situ family in her hand.

"I've almost mastered the Corpse Control Technique... It's just the Soul Splitting Technique in the last article, which is a little troublesome..."

The land of the sea of ​​consciousness, where the soul is bound, is the most important and private part of a monk!

Even though the secret technique was said to be very promising, when it came time to actually practice it, Fang Xi still had to hesitate.

Although, he felt that with his current strength of consciousness, which might be comparable to that of a monk in the middle stage of pill formation, it would not be a big problem to actively split a part of the soul.

'However... it is best to wait until the future, when the breakthrough reaches the middle stage of pill formation... the soul will be stronger and the sequelae will be smaller...'

'On the contrary, I have generally understood the method of refining Xuanhuo Demonic Zombie. As long as the raw materials are sufficient, I can actually try to refine it...'

'Although there is a third world waiting for me, I have already made a lot of money in the second world... Before I refined the Mysterious Fire Demonic Zombie, I really didn't have much motivation to explore. ’

At this moment, Fang Xi frowned.

He stood up, put the black book into the storage ring, and came outside the cave.

In the green bamboo forest, Zheng Shan has been waiting there for a long time.

When he saw Fang Xi, he immediately showed a hint of joy and bowed: "Uncle Cao...Uncle Qian is here to invite you!"

"Counting the days, the ten-year period has arrived..."

Fang Xi sighed and closed the cave door with her backhand.

Although there is nothing valuable in the cave.

Even Daqing has always stayed in the spirit beast bag and rarely comes out for fun.

"Uncle Cao is really a man who is devoted to ascetic cultivation..."

Watching Fang Xi's departure, Zheng Shan smiled bitterly and continued to take care of the elixir garden.

At first, she naturally had some thoughts. Although Master Cao Chongyun looked ordinary, he was building a foundation after all!

Even if she is a concubine, many female disciples in the sect will be tempted.

However, this uncle's personality is too cold. She has been here for seven years. She has only spoken a few words to each other, and she only knows how to practice in the cave every day!

A hint of resentment appeared on Zheng Shan's face...

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General Affairs Hall.

Fang Xi entered it and ordered his disciples to report.

Not long after, I saw Qian Laodao walking slowly, looking very worried.

When he saw Fang Xi, he just forced a smile and said, "Junior Brother Cao...you are here."

"The ten-year period has come. As the foundation of the sect, I naturally have to take over the task and contribute to the sect."

Fang Xi spoke righteously, but she stuffed a storage bag with her backhand.

"Sigh... Junior Brother Tie took the initiative to accept the mission five years ago and went out to fight..."

Qian Laodao didn't seem very happy after he got the spiritual stone.

But Fang Xi slowly blew the tea, not in a hurry, let alone asking questions.

"Junior Brother Cao..." This kind of patience made Qian Laodao a little unable to bear it: "Don't you want to know what happened?"

"If the sect wants Cao to know, Cao will naturally know. If the sect doesn't want Cao to know, then Cao won't ask for trouble."

Fang Xi replied calmly and then asked, "Senior Brother Qian, is my mission embarrassing for you?"

"No...no, since Junior Brother Cao is good at the art of talismans, then accept this task. As long as he submits a certain number of second-level talismans to the sect every year..."

Qian Laodao threw out a jade slip.

Fang Xi took it, glanced at it briefly, and found that it was an ordinary talisman-making task, so she nodded with satisfaction.

Although this task is a bit arduous for second- and lower-level talisman masters, it may delay their cultivation or even consume too much material, and they have to pay for it out of their own pockets.

But for him, a third-level talisman master, there isn't much of a problem.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Qian. I'll take my leave..."

Fang Xi clasped her fists and left directly.

Qian Laodao looked at Fang Xi's back with eyes flashing: "The two of them entered the sect at the same time. Tie Jiu was determined to make progress, but Cao Chongyun was devoted to hard work... Both of them seemed fine... But after all, they were only ten years old." Years, we have to wait and see...'

'Now that the sect is in turmoil, even though we are building the foundation, we are still powerless...'

‘Alas…if only the ancestor was still here, how wonderful would it be? ’