Professionals of the Starry Skies - Chapter 606

Chapter 606 Tomb

Chapter 606: Graveyard
“The sect has really suffered a heavy loss this time.”

Walking out of the Patriarch’s Hall, Fang Xing looked at those Qi-sensing disciples who had no qualifications to discuss matters but who had obviously heard the news and became much more excited, and thought to himself.

Before, disciples within Qingmuling were divided into different levels.

For example, an outsider like him who is a casual cultivator can only exchange for the basic map of the magical powers of the ‘Grass-headed God’, and it is almost a dream for him to want the ‘Meat Tai Sui’.

He was able to succeed only because it was wartime and there were some loopholes in the rules, and with the help of Fei Changnong, he raised the price and purchased the company.

However, at this time, the exchange list treated everyone equally, regardless of whether they were outsiders or locals, as long as they had enough military merits, they could be exchanged.

“In fact, there were signs of this before, but now it has just been officially recognized.”

“We have already experienced a disaster in which our entire family was wiped out. If we divide them into inner and outer areas, it will only make people feel disappointed…”

When those Qi-sensing disciples saw that a large number of Dao Base Pills were available for exchange, they cheered with joy.

The Taoist monks were so excited about the ‘Magic Pill Membrane’ that they couldn’t control themselves.

“This is what it means when people die for money and birds die for food…”

‘Even though they knew the building was going to collapse, once the reward was given, everyone would be loyal and brave enough to take the lead…’

Fang Xing watched this scene with great interest: “Just like the game of passing the parcel, everyone knows that the last person is very dangerous, but everyone is betting that they will not be the last one…”

Although he was slightly interested in the ‘Magic Pill Membrane’, he was not prepared to take action.

After all, with Fang Xing’s talent, he has now gathered two pseudo-supernatural powers.

By comprehending ‘Rou Tai Sui’ and ‘Lush and Green’, he realized the method of integrating the magical powers and achieved the magical power of ‘Blood and Flesh Derivation’. It can’t be said to be done in a snap, but it is extremely simple.

“I am the reincarnation of a true immortal after all. Although the spiritual root immortal path I took before is completely different from the path of cultivation in this world, with all the skills, it is not a problem to break through the realm… After all, the three thousand great ways lead to the same destination.”

While I was thinking about it, Fei Changnong and Senior Sister Hong also came out.

But at this moment, the two sides looked more like a father and daughter, or even a grandfather and grandson, rather than a couple.

Fei Changnong looked dejected. He bowed to Fang Xing, had no interest in talking to him, and left on his own.

Fang Xing chuckled and returned to Qingyu Garden.

To be honest, many Taoist monks have died in battle, and a lot of positions have become vacant.

If he wanted to be transferred, it would only take a word, and even the deputy head of Shennong Hall could be considered.

But Fang Xing didn’t think much of it and chose to continue farming in Qingyu Garden.

“Next… we will do our best to plant evergreen trees and strive to fill the valley with them.”

“This way, I can be promoted faster.”

Fang Xing looked at the Qingyu Valley and made plans silently in his mind.

After being promoted to level 15 druid, his [Tree Shepherd] talent is also enhanced, giving him more experience from planting trees.

Otherwise, the higher a druid advances, the more experience he will need, and it will not be an easy vacancy to fill.

At this time, Fang Xing could be said to be in power and could do whatever he wanted in Qingyu Garden.

“Uncle Steward…”

Meng Tiandong flew over and asked respectfully: “The tombs of the disciples who died this time have been built. Would you like to go and see them…”

“Well, let’s go and take a look.”

Fang Xing followed Meng Tiandong to a corner of the medicine garden and saw several graves.

One of them actually belonged to Dong Meir.

Although this woman held on for the first few rounds, she fell in the last darkness before dawn.

On the contrary, the two old spiritual farmers, Meng Tiandong and Yu Santian, were relatively smart and escaped the disaster.

Even so, Meng Tiandong lost an arm.

Fang Xing thought for a moment, and called together the disciples of the medicine garden: “You guys, even if you have no merit, you have worked hard… Now that the sect is rewarding you, I can make the decision and exchange you for a ‘Daoji Pill’, but who will get it from then on will depend on your own efforts.”

Although Daojidan is very precious to Daoji practitioners, it is not unobtainable.

On the exchange list, as long as you have the military merit of killing a person in the initial stage of Dao foundation, you can exchange it.

Fang Xing had no use for the military merit anyway, so he didn’t mind getting one to boost the enthusiasm of his disciples.

After all, so many companions had died before. As long as one is a human being, it is easy to think too much and then develop some psychological problems.

Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, everyone seemed to be energized.

Even Meng Tiandong and Yu Santian, who were obviously over the age limit, started planting trees one by one because Fang Xing promised to leave the Daoji Pill to future disciples…

…

Knowing that too many people had died in the sect after the war, the demand for all kinds of spiritual medicines declined.

Fang Xing didn’t bother to cultivate any century-old elixir.

In a trance, another spring and autumn has passed.

This day.

Fang Xing had just taken out a pot of homemade fruit wine to celebrate his 85th birthday.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and looked towards the valley entrance.

A white-haired old man flew over. It was Fei Changnong!
“Brother Fei, are you here to count the spiritual medicines?”

Fang Xing walked over, smiled and asked.

“That’s right, but Junior Brother, you must be prepared. I’m afraid you won’t achieve any merit this time…”

Fei Changnong had an air of old age and seemed to be dying.

Fang Xing didn’t say much and asked Meng Tiandong, who was also old and frail, to take the minimum share of elixir.

“Well… these are worth 500 merits.”

Fei Changnong took inventory and glanced at Fang Xing thoughtfully.

This junior fellow student obviously knew the situation and didn’t spend too much effort.

On the contrary, the evergreen trees around it almost surround the entire medicine garden.

He once had some doubts about the motives of this junior fellow apprentice.

But now it seems that he is here just to plant trees?

“Alas… Although Junior Brother Fang has practiced the art of origami, it is still uncertain who will send whom away in the future.”

Fei Changnong sighed inwardly and began to discuss the Three Absolute Passes and the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty with Fang Xing.

It can be said that since the defeat in the last war, the Killing Sect has been like a huge rock hanging in the hearts of all Qingmuling disciples, and no one knows when this rock will fall.

Fang Xing watched Fei Changnong leave, knowing that the next time the person who would come to collect the elixirs would most likely not be this person.

He turned around and looked at Meng Tiandong: “This time, we have gained the least contribution, do you have any complaints?”

Meng Tiandong looked very old. He saluted with his only remaining arm: “I am already half buried in the earth. Why should I care about these material possessions?”

“What’s more, it was the steward uncle who saved my life when the sect was in great trouble. I only hope that I can do something for the steward uncle in my lifetime to repay him. That will be enough…”

“Um.”

Fang Xing nodded: “You said that you want to spend the rest of your life in this garden, then choose a plot of land for your own grave in the medicine garden.”

“Yes, thank you, Uncle Steward.”

Meng Tiandong saluted quickly.

He is an old man in Qingyu Garden and he really has deep feelings for this place.

It’s really nice to be buried here.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a jade bottle was thrown in front of him.

“This Dao Foundation Pill is now in your hands to distribute. Whether you leave it to your descendants or give it to other junior brothers and sisters, it’s up to you…”

Fang Xing waved his hand, telling Meng Tiandong not to disturb him, and prepared to go into the wooden house to practice with concentration, hoping to master his magical powers in one go.

…

Spring goes and autumn comes.

Time goes by year after year.

Poison Dragon Slope, Qingli Swamp, and Qingmuling are the same as usual.

The killing sect said it would come, but after shouting “wolf is coming” many times, it never came…

It is said that he showed weakness to the enemy and then set a trap. Even though it was aimed at the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, he won beautifully and was promoted to a True Lord Yangshen on the spot.

The ten major sects of good and evil in the entire Fangwai Land, especially the disciples of Qingmuling, had complicated expressions when they heard the news.

At first, they were frightened by just one piece of news and started to attack each other, almost ready to sacrifice flesh to feed the tiger at any cost.

But in the end, the Killing Cult still looked down on the land outside the Fangwai area and wanted to fight to the end with the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty.

This makes the sects in the foreign lands look like a joke.

On the contrary, the disciples of Qingmuling, apart from feeling a little ashamed, were also relieved.

If killing can’t teach them, then they can practice and live as usual… and still be the disciples of the top ten sects!
Qingyu Garden.

Inside the tree house.

“This killing religion is quite interesting…”

Fang Xing sat cross-legged with a smile on his face.

The reason why he can sit firmly on the Diaoyutai is naturally because of his amazing strength.

Even if Qingmuling was attacked suddenly, we would definitely be able to escape.

There is no rush at this time, so you can naturally concentrate on practicing.

“The reason why a pseudo-divine power is a pseudo-divine power is that the secret pattern of the divine power is incomplete…”

“And the matching pseudo-divine powers and divine power secret patterns can complement each other and together form a divine power talisman…”

“The magic talisman is not stable. After all, it is just a two-dimensional structure. It needs to form a three-dimensional seed form and become a ‘magic seed’ before it can be considered stable.”

“This magical seed is the golden elixir in a broad sense.”

Fang Xing looked inward at his Dantian and saw that his own foundation had suddenly changed. The shadows of the trees and the grass were swaying, faintly forming the shape of a magical talisman.

At this point, he can be called a quasi-Yin Shen Zhenren.

Next, you just need to slowly polish the seeds of supernatural power, and you will be able to break through naturally!
“Although the way of cultivation in this world is special, after the foundation is completed, the cultivation will become faster and faster…”

“The bottom may be ever-changing, but when you get to the top, everything remains the same.”

Fang Xing walked out of the tree house, greeted the ray of sunlight, and silently calculated:

“After becoming a Yin Shen Zhenren, naturally, a little thought will turn into pure Yang… and then be promoted to Yang Shen Zhenjun!”

“As for Yangshen Zhenjun going up? It seems that he has to take another path…”

“This mortal world has a certain limit… Yangshen Zhenjun may not be the limit, but above that, it’s almost the limit…”

He looked at the layer of sky membrane and thought of the various legends of the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, the general land gods were known as ‘Earth Gods’. If we didn’t count the Yin soldiers and generals, their strength was comparable to that of Daoji and Yin Shen Zhenren.

The real “gods” will ascend to “heaven” and go to an outer plane that is closely connected to the mundane world but more advanced.

As he was thinking, he unknowingly walked to a tombstone.

This is Meng Tiandong’s tomb.

(End of this chapter)