Stellar Profession Chapter 595: Fei Yong and the Dao Ji Realm - Novel Cool

Chapter 595: Fei Yong and the Dao Ji Realm

Chapter 595: Fei Yong and the Dao Ji Realm

Qingyu Garden.

"This Qingyu grass needs the Soul Rain Technique performed once every three days to ensure the growth of young sprouts..."

"Sasheng Tree fruit seedlings are most susceptible to pest damage. It's necessary to inspect them twice daily, paying extra attention to the backs of the leaves..."

In the new herb field, Meng Tiandong was teaching a few young disciples about his farming experience.

Yu Santi and Huaqing passed by, both feeling a bit worried about their jobs being taken away.

Fang Xing, on the other hand, brought a wicker chair and leisurely leaned back in it, holding a paper fan in his hand.

These Qingmu Mountain disciples, despite their profound cultivation and at least being in the Post-Qi Sensing Realm, had never done farm work before.

At this moment, a red-clothed girl looked at her tender, green fingers covered in dirt, feeling so upset that she was on the verge of tears.

She was Hong Shiwo's disciple, named Dong Meier, with a charming and delightful appearance. Not only did the young disciples, but even Yu Santi couldn't help stealing a few glances at her.

"Uncle Fang..."

Dong Meier had approached Fang Xing at some point, revealing her beautiful figure, "Are you tired? I've learned a muscle and blood-activating technique. Why don't I give you a try?"

"No need. Here, you don't have to please me, but rules are still rules. Since you're a herb garden disciple, you should work in the fields. Otherwise, do you want to be sent back?"

Fang Xing glanced at Dong Meier and said indifferently.

"I dare not. I'm willing to work."

Dong Meier wore an expression as if she was about to cry, then silently returned to the herb field. The male disciples nearby couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards her, wishing they could finish their work quickly and then go help her...

Fang Xing, of course, didn't care about such trivial matters.

'Autumn winds haven't stirred, yet the cicadas are already aware... There are many clever people in this world, but how many can truly turn bad luck into good?'

'Fei Changnong is smart enough to plan years, even decades, in advance... Of course, it's also possible that nothing will happen in the end, and these disciples will be considered unlucky. At least they'll still earn contributions in the herb garden, not falling behind other disciples...'

'It seems he has a six or seven-fold chance of success.'

Fang Xing poured himself a cup of green tea, completely unperturbed.

After accepting these disciples, Fei Changnong also gave him positive news.

His task in Qingyu Garden had been assigned over a decade ago and was already recorded in the Golden Register.

And since the Golden Register had been locked by the Yinshen Immortal of the sect, no one could change it.

Or, to put it another way, those with the power to change it wouldn't even look twice at such a task.

So, Fang Xing had picked up a bargain.

'Also... Fei Changnong entrusting his disciples to me means he has little suspicion of me, right?'

'That's true... Which sect's spy would exile themselves for a century after joining?'

Fang Xing took a sip of tea, preparing to observe the changes in the situation.

...

Several months later.

Inside the tree house.

A paper crane flew in, swaying slightly, and was caught by Fang Xing.

"Hong Shiwo? Inviting me to explore the unknown?"

Fang Xing thought for a moment. Recently, there hadn't been any news of conflicts between the Kill-Life Cult and the Ten Great Clans. It seemed the rumors were just that—rumors, now proven false.

The few young disciples who remained in Qingyu Garden felt somewhat aggrieved and wanted to find connections to transfer out.

Fang Xing didn't care at all and even secretly supported them.

After all, fewer people meant fewer troubles, so why not?

But after some thought, he declined.

"Sorry, younger brother, I have important responsibilities and can't leave without permission..."

After saying a few words to the paper crane, Fang Xing waved his sleeve, letting the crane fly away.

Currently, he indeed needed to oversee the herb garden, slowly maturing a batch of century-old spiritual herbs and accumulating merits and contributions.

Of course, the bigger reason was... he didn't want to go out! For him, opportunities and adventures were of no concern.

Being able to cultivate peacefully was enough to stand at the pinnacle of this world.

'Moreover... The Ten Great Clans of both sides are like stray dogs, and the mortal realm is like a remote, impoverished land. What opportunities could there be?'

'If it's about fighting for Dao Ji or the Yinshen Immortal's retreat, that's like forsaking the fundamentals for the trivial...'

Fang Xing closed his eyes and continued his cultivation.

The paper crane flew for a while before arriving at Shennong Hall, where it was caught by a slender jade hand.

"Hehe..."

Hong Shiwo smiled, "Brother Fei, it seems our Fang Xing is indeed a dedicated cultivator."

"That's a gain for him..."

Fei Changnong held a cup of spiritual tea, his expressionless face.

This invitation was both a test and a temptation.

If Fang Xing couldn't endure the austere life and craved combat, adventure, and the generous merit rewards... he might voluntarily resign from the Qingyu Garden task, which would be a win-win situation.

"So many people are eyeing the Qingyu Garden task. It seems the rumors of our sect going to war with the Xue Ying Clan are true..."

Hong Shiwo smiled, "The outside world is still spreading rumors that it's false, and many have lowered their flags and stopped their efforts. In the end, who knows if they'll have to jump into action?"

"Truth and lies, lies and truth... Who can say for sure?"

Fei Changnong sighed, "I truly admire Fang Xing now. Only the truly wise and the truly foolish remain unmoved... Only by remaining unmoved can one laugh last. Otherwise, swaying between decisions is just a joke."

Hong Shiwo sighed, "With Fang Xing there, at least Dong Meier and the others have a way out. They even complain about the hard work... I've scolded them and told them to stay in Qingyu Garden. Otherwise, when the real war starts and the sect calls for them, they won't even have time to cry."

...

The outside world was in turmoil, but Fang Xing paid no heed to it all.

Instead, the most disruptive disciples in the valley had quieted down, and he sensed an unusual change.

At the same time, he had been keeping a close eye on the market prices outside.

From the fluctuations in the prices of large-scale war materials, one could deduce a lot.

For instance, the upper echelons of the sect had been spreading both true and false information, causing market chaos.

'It seems there will be a battle, but before that, they need to first clean up the merchants and win over the people within their territories?'

After learning this, Fang Xing became even more low-key in his actions.

On this day, a ray of light descended upon the outskirts of Qingyu Garden, revealing Fei Yong's figure.

His aura was deep and profound, accompanied by the essence of divine power, clearly indicating his attainment of the Dao Ji Realm.

With the identity token of a Dao Ji disciple, he smoothly entered the valley and arrived at Qingyu Garden.

"Huh?"

He couldn't help but be startled by the sight.

As soon as he landed, Fei Yong saw a disciple displaying their Gang Qi.

Hiss!

The Gang Qi transformed into fine needles, piercing through the stag beetles that resembled ladybugs.

'This disciple's technique of transforming Gang Qi into needles is quite impressive among sect members, and they're using it to eliminate pests?'

Fei Yong was slightly taken aback. Just then, Dong Meier, wearing a red skirt, approached him.

Compared to before, she was much more reserved, and with a graceful bow, she greeted him, "Dong Meier pays her respects to Senior Fellow. I wonder, who is Senior Fellow?"

"It's understandable that you don't recognize me since I've just attained the Dao Ji Realm... I'm here to see Fellow Daoist Fang."

Fei Yong replied.

"Fellow Daoist Fang has been in secluded cultivation in the tree house," Dong Meier said, always quick to seize any opportunity to escape the laborious work below.

"Indeed... Let me guide you there," she offered.

"Mmm, that's fine..."

Fei Yong was unaware of the underlying meaning behind the disciples' gazes at this female disciple.

Following Dong Meier, it wasn't long before they reached the tree house. He respectfully bowed, "Fei Yong pays his respects, Senior Fellow!"

Upon seeing this, Dong Meier's thoughts turned: 'It seems this newly advanced Dao Ji cultivator is a junior of Senior Fellow Fang Xing, and they seem quite close...'

"Come in."

As Fang Xing's voice sounded, the tree house opened a passage.

Fei Yong immediately entered.

Just as Dong Meier was about to follow, the trees that had parted earlier shifted back into place, leaving her with a bitter expression as she continued her work in the fields.

...

"Greetings, Senior Fellow!"

Fei Yong saw Fang Xing wearing a beast skin robe and wasn't surprised, knowing that this elder of his always had peculiar preferences. He bowed respectfully.

"Hmm... You've managed to attain the Dao Ji Realm only now, which is somewhat unexpected."

Fang Xing held a long Qingmu tree sapling in his hand as he spoke casually.

"A single Dao Ji Pill isn't a guarantee, so I exchanged another Dao Ji Spirit Object from the sect... With the power of two Dao Ji Spirit Objects, I was barely able to attain the Dao Ji Realm."

Fei Yong replied solemnly.

He was always cautious in his actions, and with the entire Fei Clan's support, saving up for ten or twenty years to exchange for a Dao Ji Spirit Object wasn't too difficult.

"In that case, it's a stable approach."

Fang Xing nodded, then suddenly noticed the black cloth tied around Fei Yong's arm, causing him to pause, "What's this?"

"My grandmother's health wasn't good to begin with, and upon seeing my attainment of the Dao Ji Realm, she passed away with a smile..."

Fei Yong's eyes reddened.

"Song Yunqian has also passed away..."

Fang Xing fell silent for a moment, deeply feeling the power of time, "Never mind... The dead are gone, and we should focus on the living. I'm not sure if your attainment of the Dao Ji Realm is a blessing or a curse."

"Huh?"

Fei Yong was taken aback, "Could Senior Fellow be referring to the impending war between our sect and the Xue Ying Clan? Isn't it just a rumor? Previously, merchants who hoarded artifacts and pills went bankrupt, including the Lv Clan from Dolong Slope..."

"So Lv Feng did this as well?!"

Fang Xing felt like laughing, "This is indeed his style, seeking small gains and forgetting honor... But there's no smoke without fire."

"No smoke without fire?"

Fei Yong's expression changed as he thought about it.

If the sect was indeed going to war with the Xue Ying Clan, he, as a newly advanced Dao Ji cultivator, would likely be called upon to fight!

"Even if our Qingmu Mountain were to go to war, it would be against the Gua Shu Clan... No, the Fei Jian Clan would deal with them..."

Fei Yong seemed to have realized something, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "The sect must be planning something big. If I try to avoid the war, it might backfire.

"You're right. Those who blindly pursue their own interests are inferior to you in this regard."

Fang Xing said, "I can take on another Qi Sensing Laborer here. If there's a Fei Clan descendant you wish to protect, you can send them here."

"Yes!"

Fei Yong stood up and bowed, sincerely convinced.

This Senior Fellow Fang had always been unassuming and never sought personal gain, yet he always managed to quietly benefit. His cultivation progress was remarkable, and it seemed he was indeed destined for greatness!

(End of Chapter)

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