Chapter 604: The Decisive Battle
Chapter 604: The Decisive Battle
Time passed quietly.
Since the death of Qian Hui, the Overseer, Fang Xing could clearly feel the hidden undercurrents targeting his family subside.
After all, he had successfully established himself as a madman, making it unwise for others to provoke him.
Reporting to the sect about the alliance between the Gua Shu Sect and the Xue Ying Clan had also been like a stone sinking into the ocean.
Fang Xing didn't bother with these matters. Every day, besides cultivating his trees, he devoted himself to comprehending the fundamental diagram of the 'Rou Taishui' Divine Art. If he had spare time, he occasionally delved into the 'Xue Zhi Mi Dian'.
Inside the Tree House:
Various strange talismans were scattered everywhere.
Fang Xing still wore his beast-skin garment, but in his hand, he held a fine-quality talisman brush, skillfully drawing intricate patterns on a palm-sized blood paper.
"Gathering sand into a tower, collecting scraps into a quilt... The so-called 'Phantom Paper House Heaven' is actually a combination of various paper-folding techniques... By connecting numerous paper talismans together, forming a whole, it can attract a massive influence from the Spiritual Realm, opening up a haven in the gap between Yin and Yang..."
"Paper figures are already convenient to carry, and if it's a Paper House Heaven, it can practically store an entire army and temporarily accommodate living people, making it incredibly fast to move..."
With the acquisition of the secret manual and completing the final piece of the puzzle, Fang Xing's paper-folding technique had reached the pinnacle of mastery.
Creating these 'Paper House Haven Talismans' had become effortless for him.
However, due to the inherent nature of paper-folding techniques, as Fang Xing refined the paper talismans and attempted to assemble the Paper House, his life span slowly diminished.
"Indeed, the Origami Sect is known for its short-lived practitioners, and there's a reason for that."
Fang Xing muttered as he drew the final stroke.
"Go!"
With a light shout, a mouthful of green essence sprayed onto the paper talisman.
In an instant, the scattered papers around the room seemed to come alive, precisely connecting to form a paper wall.
Fang Xing spread out his right hand, and a flash of white light appeared on it, revealing a strange paper house.
The framework was mostly complete, and inside, one could see paper figures, paper carriages, and paper beasts.
Accompanied by incantations, the paper wall was pasted over, instantly filling a wall.
"Paper figures, paper horses... and even a paper house..."
"It seems a pity that this Origami Art isn't used for funeral services..."
Fang Xing mused, as if struck by a realization:
"Hmm? If I, with my own power, can refine a Paper House Heaven... It seems I can infuse my soul into it, converting my mortal lifespan into an immortal one, thus prolonging my life significantly... This must be the ultimate secret of the Origami Sect."
"It's a pity that the Phantom Paper House Heaven Technique can't be cultivated without reaching the Post-Yin Shen Realm. I'm fortunate to have a long enough lifespan and, more importantly, a Druid Level 15, which is equivalent to a Yinshen Immortal..."
"So, the ultimate goal of the Origami Art is to become a paper figure, residing within the Paper House Heaven, akin to a peculiar type of ghost cultivator?"
"It seems to have significant flaws, and... to reach the Post-Yin Shen Realm alone is a challenging feat..."
As Fang Xing pondered, he suddenly sensed something, and with a flash of green light, he arrived outside the tree house.
The night was hazy.
In the sky, an unknown time had passed, and a thick snowfall had begun.
No!
What enveloped Qingmu Mountain was not snow but countless white spirit money!
In the sky, a finely crafted theater appeared, adorned in red and green, and it floated towards Qingmu Mountain!
A piercing alarm rang out over Qingmu Mountain!
"So, tonight is the decisive battle?"
Fang Xing murmured, not leaving the valley. "I hope it doesn't affect the Qingyu Garden and the tens of thousands of acres of trees."
These were the fruits of his decades of hard work, and his future Druid experience relied on them.
"What should I do?"
Dong Meier and the other disciples were startled awake by the commotion. Seeing this scene, they felt their hands and feet turn cold.
They could never have imagined that the Qingmu Mountain Sect would have a day when enemies would dare to attack their mountain gate!
Yi yi ya ya!
The theater was brightly lit, and a sharp female voice sang: "Xijiang Moon, for whom do I grieve... Lamenting the window, pitying the withered..."
One by one, lifelike puppets emerged from the theater.
Swoosh!
In the direction of Qingmu Mountain, several Yinshen Immortals appeared, witnessing this scene and unleashing their divine arts.
Whoosh!
In the night sky, a fierce wind suddenly arose.
On Qingmu Mountain, the evergreen trees shimmered with green light, soaring into the sky and transforming into peculiar weapons.
Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks...
These divine weapons, imbued with indescribable power, slashed towards the theater, piercing one puppet after another.
"Divine Art—Grass and Trees Become Soldiers?"
From within the theater, Xilian Zhenren's voice, indistinguishable as male or female, echoed.
Not only that, but the soil around Qingmu Mountain cracked open, and Grass-headed Gods emerged, engaging in a fierce battle with the invading Xue Ying Clan disciples.
"Hehe... Watch my puppet show!"
Xilian Zhenren chuckled lightly, and a puppet with a peculiar appearance and bronze skin walked out of the theater.
With a loud shout, countless sparks appeared in the sky, and the Grass-headed Gods were instantly ignited by the gusting wind.
The Grass-headed Gods didn't even have time to scream before turning into ashes.
Divine Art—Breeze Ignites Fire!
"Xilian... You've already advanced to the Post-Yin Shen Realm, peeling off the skin of a complete Divine Art practitioner."
Within Qingmu Mountain, a Yinshen Immortal's face was filled with apprehension.
And Xilian Zhenzhen was just one of the intruders.
In another direction, countless paper money tumbled in the void, revealing a Paper House paradise. Countless paper soldiers poured out, forming an ocean of white snow.
The massive army charged directly towards the heart of Qingmu Mountain.
This was the decisive battle between the Ten Major Clans!
From the very beginning, the intensity of the battle reached a terrifying level.
However, Fang Xing keenly sensed that something was amiss.
"Hmm? No battle between Yangshen cultivators?"
"Aren't the Ten Major Clans known for having one or two Yangshen cultivators?"
"It seems that in this great battle, everyone is just cannon fodder."
Fang Xing glanced towards the direction of the theater.
Even that Xilian Zhenzhen was just a pawn.
'I don't need to stand out too much. I just need to treat it as usual. Showing my strength now would be asking for death...'
Fang Xing transformed into a green light and activated the formation talisman in his hand.
Layer upon layer of hazy green shadows sealed off the valley entrance.
"Disciples, prepare to engage the enemy."
The most recent, smallest, and latest book to speak, in the 69th book, bar, first!
He gave a light shout, and Dong Meier and the other disciples' expressions became solemn, tightly gripping their Fa-Li weapons.
In reality, there wasn't much of value in Qingyu Garden. Those who could covet the Century Herbs were probably just a few Daoji cultivators.
Fang Xing was not the least bit flustered. As for how many of these disciples would survive, that would depend on luck.
Boom!
At the valley entrance, the tree shadows swayed, and with a final crash, several figures rushed in.
Shadow puppets and paper soldiers descended from the sky.
"Kill!"
Meng Tiandong, Dong Meier, and the others were all Zongmen disciples. At this moment, they had no choice but to tremble and move forward.
"Yuconglong!"
On Fang Xing's body, the aura of a Middle Dao Ji was fully displayed, and the tree shadows swayed, guarding the surroundings.
Then, a paper general beyond the Path of Dao rode out on horseback, sweeping his spear horizontally.
Puff!
Those streams of light immediately retreated, and one of them spat out a mouthful of blood, "Damn it, he really cultivated the Paper Folding Technique and refined it to the Beyond the Path of Dao..."
If it were a Beyond the Path of Dao puppet, perhaps they would have been jealous and tried to snatch it, but once a paper figure leaves its original owner, its strength diminishes significantly. These Madao Daoji cultivators didn't pay any attention.
"As expected, Qingyu Garden is just a tough nut to crack. It's poor, stubborn, and the key is that there aren't many spoils of war. Unless we destroy that Wannian Changqing Shu and make some Zongmen contributions..."
One of the Madao Daoji cultivators' eyes lit up, and he immediately donned a Qi Yi Yao Shou skin, and dove into the ground, "You guys hold them off here. I'm going to Shennong Hall first."
Compared to this tough nut with little reward, Shennong Hall was clearly the real treasure trove.
"Hmph, the Paper Figure Sect is truly shameless."
Several Daoji cultivators from the Origami Sect witnessed this scene and fought while retreating. It didn't take long for them to withdraw from the valley.
At this moment, Fang Xing casually waved his hand, and wood thorns rained down like raindrops, sweeping away the miscellaneous soldiers on the ground.
The original Yard Garden disciples had already suffered more than half casualties.
Meng Tiandong was missing an arm, and Dong Meier's clothes were stained with blood, "We... won?"
"This is just the first wave..."
Fang Xing shook his head, "There will be at least several more waves, hmm?"
His gaze shifted, and he saw a green escape light flying in, followed by several pursuers, who were surprisingly Fei Yong.
'This big jerk, he's screwing me over!'
'Others screw their fathers, he screws his grandfathers!'
Fang Xing was speechless, but he still manipulated the paper general, causing the flags behind him to flutter as he rode his horse in the void, charging forward to meet them...
...
Shennong Hall.
"Run!"
Fei Changnong suddenly spat out a mouthful of essence blood, leading Hong Shi Jie in a fighting retreat, "The Medicine Warehouse is behind the hall. Why are you all chasing us so relentlessly?"
"Hehe... Who doesn't know that you're the vice-hall master of Shennong Hall, and you must be carrying thousand-year, or even ten-thousand-year treasures?"
In the darkness, several ghostly shadows laughed, and they all possessed Beyond the Path of Dao strength.
The difference between the Middle Dao Ji and Beyond the Path of Dao seemed like just a small realm, but in the cultivation system of Beyond the Mortal Realm, it was like the difference between heaven and earth, representing the gap between two Pseudo-perfect enlightenments and only one Pseudo-perfect enlightenment!
"I didn't expect... I'd be forced to this point."
Fei Changnong gave a bitter smile and glanced at Hong Shi Jie, "Remember, survive..."
He quickly took out a crimson pill and swallowed it.
In an instant, a Divine Art ignited like flames meeting dry wood, burning fiercely.
"Fengmo Duoshou Dan?! No..."
Hong Shi Jie cried out, and on Fei Changnong's body, vines appeared, burning with flames at their tips like torches, blocking the pursuers...
...
High in the sky.
Two vast sun-like Divine Arts quietly watched the scenes of joy and sorrow in Qingmu Mountain.
"Hehe... Qingmu Lao Gui, according to the agreement, if the Xue Ying Clan disciples reach the Ancestor Hall, you lose."
A soft voice sounded, "Will you admit it?"
"Of course, I will."
Qingmu Lao Gui's Divine Art responded indifferently, "If the Kill-Life Cult comes from the south, just come find me... But I follow the rules of the Ten Major Clans. Whether the Kill-Life Cult follows the rules or not is uncertain, hehe..."
(End of Chapter)
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