Chapter 606: The Graves
Chapter 606: The Graves
"The sect has truly bled out this time."
As Fang Xing exited the Ancestor Hall, he observed the Qi-Sensing disciples who, despite not being qualified to participate in the discussions, had clearly caught wind of the news and were visibly exhilarated.
In the past, the internal disciples of Qingmu Mountain were divided into various ranks.
For instance, an outsider like him who practiced the Dao Ji cultivation method could only exchange the Diagram of Supreme Power for the Cao Tou Shen, and obtaining the Rou Taishui was akin to a pipe dream.
It was only because of the ongoing war and the loopholes in the rules, along with Fei Changnong's assistance in offering a higher price, that he barely managed to succeed.
However, the exchange list now treated everyone equally, regardless of their origins. As long as one had sufficient battle merits, they could make the exchange.
"There were signs of this before, but now it's officially acknowledged."
"After experiencing a sect-wide calamity, further distinctions between insiders and outsiders would only dishearten everyone..."
The Qi-Sensing disciples, upon seeing the abundant availability of Daoji Pills for exchange, cheered and rejoiced.
Meanwhile, the Dao Ji cultivators were captivated by the Shentong Danmo, their hearts racing with anticipation.
"This is truly a case of dying for wealth and living for food..."
"Even if they know the sect is on the brink of collapse, a generous reward is all it takes to make everyone fiercely loyal..."
Fang Xing watched these scenes with great interest: "It's like the game of passing the drumbeat, where everyone knows the last person is in danger, but they gamble that they won't be the last one..."
Although Fang Xing had a slight interest in the Shentong Danmo, he didn't plan to take action.
After all, with his innate talent and the integration of two pseudo-perfect enlightenments, he had already comprehended the fusion of divine arts by studying the Rou Taishui and Yuconglong. Achieving the Xuexie Yansheng divine art couldn't be easier.
"As a true immortal's reincarnation, even though my previous cultivation path focused on spiritual roots and differed from this life's Dao, with a complete set of cultivation techniques, breaking through a realm is still within my grasp... After all, the three thousand Great Daos lead to the same destination."
As he pondered, Fei Changnong and Hong Shi Jie also emerged.
However, at this moment, they appeared less like Daoist companions and more like a father-daughter or even grandfather-grandchild pair.
Fei Changnong's expression was worn and defeated. He gave a slight bow to Fang Xing, showing no interest in conversing, and left on his own.
Fang Xing chuckled softly and returned to Qingyu Garden.
To be honest, with many Dao Ji cultivators having perished in battle, numerous positions had become vacant.
If Fang Xing wanted to make changes, it would be a simple matter of saying the word, and even the position of Vice Hall Master of Shennong Hall could be considered.
However, Fang Xing had no interest in such positions and chose to continue farming in Qingyu Garden.
"Next... I'll focus on planting Changqing Trees and aim to fill the valley with them."
"This way, my promotion speed can also be faster."
Fang Xing gazed at the Qingyu Valley, silently planning in his mind.
After advancing to the 15th level of Druid, his innate talent, the Tree Herder, was further enhanced, granting him more tree-planting experience.
Otherwise, as Druids progressed, they required more experience, making it a challenging gap to bridge.
At this point, Fang Xing could be said to hold great power, able to do whatever he wished within Qingyu Garden.
"Guanshi Shishu..."
Meng Tiandong flew over and respectfully asked, "The graves for the fallen disciples have been built. Would you like to take a look...?"
"Never mind, let's go see them."
Following Meng Tiandong, Fang Xing arrived at a corner of the Yard Garden where several graves were located.
Among them was Dong Meier's.
This woman had managed to survive the initial rounds but ultimately succumbed to the darkness before the dawn.
Ironically, Meng Tiandong and Yu Santian, the two old Tree Herders, were the more astute ones who managed to escape the calamity.
Even so, Meng Tiandong had lost an arm.
After some thought, Fang Xing gathered the Yard Garden disciples: "All of you have worked hard, even if you haven't achieved great feats... Now that the sect is rewarding merit, I can take charge and exchange a Daoji Pill for you. However, who it will be allocated to depends on your individual efforts."
While the Daoji Pill was precious to Dao Ji cultivators, it wasn't an unattainable item.
On the exchange list, one could exchange it for killing a Dao Ji cultivator at the initial stage.
Since Fang Xing had no use for the battle merits, he didn't mind casually exchanging one to boost the disciples' morale.
After all, with so many companions having died, it was natural for people to overthink and develop psychological issues.
As expected, upon hearing this, everyone seemed to have been injected with energy.
Even Meng Tiandong and Yu Santian, who were clearly past the age limit of the Jiazi, were motivated by Fang Xing's promise to leave the Daoji Pill for their junior disciples. They worked diligently on planting trees...
...
Knowing that the sect had suffered heavy casualties in the war, and the demand for spirit grasses would decrease, Fang Xing didn't bother cultivating Century Herbs.
Time passed, and another season had gone by.
On this day,
Fang Xing had just taken out a jar of self-brewed fruit wine to celebrate his 85th birthday in this life.
Suddenly, he sensed something and looked toward the valley entrance.
An elderly man with white hair flew over—it was Fei Changnong!
"Senior Brother Fei, have you come to inspect the spirit grasses?"
Fang Xing approached with a smile and asked.
"Yes, but Junior Brother should prepare himself, as there might not be any merit points this time..."
Fei Changnong carried an air of impending decay, as if he was on the verge of death.
Fang Xing didn't say much and instructed the equally aged Meng Tiandong to retrieve the lowest share of spirit grass.
"Hmm... these will cost five hundred merit points."
Fei Changnong counted them, glancing thoughtfully at Fang Xing.
This junior fellow disciple clearly understood the situation and didn't exert too much effort.
Instead, the surrounding Changqing Trees almost encircled the entire Yard Garden.
He had once suspected this junior fellow disciple's motives.
But now it seemed like he was here to plant trees?
'Sigh... Although Fang Shidi cultivates the art of origami, who will send whom away in the future is still uncertain.'
Fei Changnong sighed inwardly and began discussing the Three Absolute Pass and the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty with Fang Xing.
It could be said that since the last major war's defeat, the Kill-Life Cult had become a looming giant rock hanging over the hearts of all Qingmu Mountain disciples, not knowing when this giant rock would fall.
Fang Xing saw Fei Changnong off, knowing that the next time someone came to collect spirit grass, it would most likely not be this person.
He turned around and looked at Meng Tiandong, "This time, we have gained such a minimum contribution. Do you have any complaints?"
Meng Tiandong appeared to be already old and frail, using his remaining single arm to salute, "This old man is already half-buried in the yellow earth. Why bother with these external things?"
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"Moreover, during the sect's great calamity, it was the Guanshi Shishu who saved this old man's life. All I ask for is to be able to do something for Guanshi Shishu in my remaining years, repaying him a little, and that would be enough..."
"Hmm."
Fang Xing nodded, "You said you wanted to spend your old age in this garden. Then, in the Yard Garden, choose a burial plot for yourself."
"Yes, thank you, Guanshi Shishu."
Meng Tiandong hurriedly saluted.
He was an old man of Qingyu Garden and indeed had deep feelings for this place.
Being able to be buried here was indeed not bad.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a jade bottle was thrown in front of him.
"This Daoji Pill is left to you for distribution. Whether it's for your future disciples or other fellow disciples, it's up to you..."
Fang Xing waved his hand, indicating to Meng Tiandong not to disturb him, as he prepared to enter the wooden house to focus on cultivation, striving to break through by perfecting his divine art in one go.
...
Spring passed, and autumn came.
Time flew by year after year.
Dolong Slope, Qingli Swamp, and Qingmu Mountain remained as they always had.
The Kill-Life Cult said they were coming, but after crying wolf too many times, they never showed up...
It was said that they showed weakness to their enemies, then set up a trap, and even against the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, they won a beautiful victory, immediately promoting another Yangshen cultivator on the spot.
The entire Beyond the Mortal Realm's ten major clans, especially the Qingmu Mountain disciples, had complex expressions upon hearing this news.
Initially, they were frightened by a single message and began to attack each other, almost willing to pay any price to feed the tiger.
But in the end, the Kill-Life Cult still looked down on Beyond the Mortal Realm and insisted on fighting the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty to the bitter end.
This only made the Beyond the Mortal Realm's sects seem like a joke.
On the contrary, the Qingmu Mountain disciples, besides feeling ashamed, were also relieved.
If the Kill-Life Cult didn't come, they could cultivate and live as usual... still as the superior disciples of the ten major clans!
Qingyu Garden.
Inside the tree house.
"This Kill-Life Cult is quite interesting..."
Fang Xing sat with his legs crossed, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
The reason he could sit firmly on the fishing platform was naturally due to his astonishing strength.
Even if Qingmu Mountain encountered a surprise attack, he would definitely escape.
At this moment, he wasn't in a hurry and naturally focused on his cultivation.
"The reason pseudo-perfect enlightenment is pseudo-perfect enlightenment is that the divine art secret pattern is incomplete..."
"And the compatible pseudo-perfect enlightenment, the divine art secret pattern can complement each other, forming a divine art talisman together..."
"The divine art talisman is not stable, after all, it's just a two-dimensional binary structure, and it still needs to form a three-dimensional seed form, becoming a 'divine art seed,' to be considered stable."
"This divine art seed is, in a broad sense, the golden pill."
Fang Xing looked inward at his dantian, and his Daoji suddenly changed, its tree shadow and herb shadow swaying, faintly forming the shape of a divine art talisman.
At this stage, he could be considered a quasi-Yinshen Immortal.
Next, he only needed to slowly polish the divine art seed, and he could break through with ease!
"Although this world's cultivation path is unique, after completing the foundation, cultivation will become faster and faster..."
"The lower levels may have countless variations, but once you reach the higher levels, it's all about returning to the fundamentals."
Fang Xing walked out of the tree house, welcoming a ray of sunshine, silently calculating:
"After the Yinshen Immortal, it's naturally a pure Yang transformation from a single thought... thus promoting the Yangshen cultivator!"
"As for above the Yangshen cultivator? It seems like I need to take another path..."
"This mortal realm has a certain limit... the Yangshen cultivator might not be the limit, but going further is almost impossible..."
He gazed at the layer of heavenly membrane, thinking of the various legends of the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty.
Within the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, ordinary land city gods are called 'Earth Deities.' If you don't count the Yin soldiers and generals, their strength is comparable to Daoji and Yinshen Immortals.
The true 'gods' will ascend to the 'Heavenly Court,' going to an outer realm that is closely linked to the mortal realm but even more advanced.
As he thought, unconsciously, he arrived at a tombstone.
This was Meng Tiandong's grave.
(End of Chapter)
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