Planning (Seeking Collection)

Black Stone City.

At the junction of the inner and outer city districts.

Fang Xi strode down the middle of the street, like a monster magnet.

Thump thump!

Nearby monsters, as if seeing some delicious food, swarmed towards him.

"Die!"

Fang Xi casually unleashed a palm strike.

Bang!

The hit Cursed Human's spine bent into a terrifying 'bow' shape, nearly breaking in two. It was sent flying backward and collapsed on the ground, motionless.

One had to know that these Cursed Humans were beings that even martial artists at the Three Changes of Qi and Blood stage found difficult to deal with, their bodies incredibly tough.

But now, in Fang Xi's hands, they were as fragile as wood!

Screech!

He grabbed the arm of a Cursed Human and tore it lightly. The opponent's arm snapped off from the root, and blood gushed out.

"It feels pretty similar to tearing apart a beggar's chicken..."

Fang Xi frowned, dodging the blood spray.

Although he wasn't afraid of the poison from the Cursed Humans' curses, he found it a bit dirty.

"If Cursed Humans are like this under my hands, aren't ordinary people like paper?"

He swept his right leg, kicking away a circle of Cursed Humans nearby.

The next moment, he saw a Wooden Man charge forward. Beneath its skin, countless insects seemed to be wriggling restlessly.

Pfft pfft!

Just as it reached Fang Xi, the Wooden Man's skin burst open. From its muscles and seven orifices, countless plant roots emerged, lashing out at Fang Xi!

Amidst the myriad whip-like shadows, several were extremely tricky, attempting to burrow into Fang Xi's body.

Clang clang!

The sound of metal striking metal suddenly rang out!

Those roots, like diamond drills, struck Fang Xi's skin, only managing to leave behind faint white marks before quickly dissipating.

"The defense of the Iron Cloth Skill is indeed not bad!"

Fang Xi used his hand like a blade, severing several vines that were wrapping around him.

Next, a Talisman appeared in his hand.

"Fire!"

A ball of spiritual fire materialized and landed on the Wooden Man.

The Wooden Man let out a miserable cry and turned into a pile of ashes.

"The killing power of immortal cultivation spells against demon servants is also quite good!"

Fang Xi nodded, then his expression changed.

With the aid of the Heaven-Sight Earth-Listen Skill, his eyesight and hearing had greatly improved.

He could now sense several Wooden Men encircling him!

"Wasting talismans is shameful."

After testing his own strength, he was about to leave when his peripheral vision caught sight of a dusty seed amidst the ashes of the Wooden Man.

"It survived even the spiritual fire of a cultivator?"

Fang Xi was slightly surprised. He sealed the seed into a jade bottle and applied several magical power seals to it.

Only then did he leisurely use the Red Snake Leg to leave, leaving behind a few Wooden Men roaring and chasing in vain...

Whoosh whoosh!

After shaking off the Wooden Men, Fang Xi gazed at the demon tree, his expression gradually growing solemn. "This demon's servants are increasing, and their aura is getting stronger. I fear it's about to advance... I must leave here before it does!"

But to leave, he needed a Forbidden Breaking Talisman. Fang Xi had specifically inquired at the Marketplace, and it cost around thirty-five Spirit Stones!

Besides that, he still owed Fellow Daoist five Spirit Stones for the donkey rolling cake!

"I originally wanted to hone my Martial Arts further..."

"Now it seems I must immediately go and gather True Energy Martial Arts, break through to the second level of Body Refining, and open the two-realm trade..."

East City Gate.

White Cloud Martial Arts School's encampment.

"Senior Disciple Brother is back!"

Liu Taotao's eyes lit up when he saw Fang Xi, and he immediately stepped forward to salute.

"En!"

Fang Xi casually tossed a bag of grain over, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

With supplies gradually becoming scarce, he returned laden with goods every time he went out, feeding more than half the people in the Martial Arts School.

In fact, if Mu Canglong knew that Fang Xi had given nearly a thousand catties of grain to Fatty Han this time, he would have been even more surprised.

"Senior Disciple Brother!"

Tang Xuan and the others quickly took the grain bags. The heavy weight brought smiles to everyone's faces.

Fang Xi scanned the area and even saw Hao Lan.

The father of this unlucky kid, the Martial Hall Master, had died on the day of the Demon disaster, and his Boulder Martial Arts School had been wiped out. After eating free meals at White Cloud Martial Arts School for a while, he shamelessly became a disciple of Mu Canglong, becoming Fang Xi's junior disciple brother.

As for Tang Xuan, he had been quite pleased with himself lately, his face ruddy. It was clear he was living a very comfortable life with the young lady Bai.

After greeting Bai He, Mu Piaomiao, and the others one by one, Fang Xi came to the much smaller training ground and began to practice martial arts.

On the training ground, there were also some targets moved from White Cloud Martial Arts School.

One of them was the most cumbersome, made of iron, with a circle of hemp rope wrapped around its outer surface. This had always been Mu Canglong's private training post.

However, at this moment, Fang Xi was using it without any politeness.

Bang bang bang!

His fists and palms struck the iron post, making a grating sound.

Hao Lan watched this scene, swallowed, and felt that he had actually challenged Senior Disciple Brother before. He truly didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Fortunately, his luck was good...

"Wait, what is this..."

He watched for a while, then his mouth suddenly widened.

Under Fang Xi's attack, the hemp rope wrapped around the iron post broke, revealing the dark iron post itself.

And at this moment, on the iron post, fist prints and palm prints appeared one after another!

"Not enough, still not enough!"

Suddenly, Fang Xi let out a long cry, forming a blade with one hand.

Puff!

His palm was like some divine weapon. With a palm strike, he cut into the iron post, directly severing a section of the iron post, which was as thick as an adult's thigh.

Clang!

The huge iron post smashed into the wall, causing the wall to shake violently and a lot of dust to fall.

Many people saw this scene, and their mouths all fell open.

"Fang Xi..."

Mu Canglong arrived at the edge of the field at some unknown time. He looked at the broken iron post with an excited expression: "Could it be... you've broken through the human limit and become a True Force Martial Master?"

"Still a little short!"

Fang Xi retracted his palm, feeling the changes within him, and felt a little regretful.

With the help of the Qi and Blood Pills, breaking through the human limit and generating True Force didn't seem far off.

With his current realm of True Force Marrow Cleansing, it would probably take a few more months, at most a year, to generate True Force and break the curse of Da Liang's indigenous third-rate martial arts being unable to advance!

Unfortunately, this speed was still too slow.

'So... I still need a True Force martial arts technique.'

Fang Xi's eyes flickered, and he looked at Mu Canglong: "Master, has anything happened recently?"

"Everything else is fine, I can handle it."

Mu Canglong hesitated, but still said: "It's just that recently, there have been messengers from Yuan He Demonuntain at the South City Gate, demanding our obedience. They say their Garrison Commander might have a way to get out..."

"A way to get out?"

Fang Xi immediately became interested: "What specifically?"

"I don't know the specifics, but Yuan He Demonuntain requires us to obey their command, including handing over grain... in return, they will give us a few spots to leave." Mu Canglong's expression was very conflicted.

Obviously, he thought the possibility of this matter was slim, but he was reluctant to give up.

A drowning person would not let go of even a wisp of hope.

"Our Martial Arts School will not participate in this matter for now. Let's observe for a while."

Fang Xi quickly made his decision.

And within White Cloud Martial Arts School, his decisions were not easily overturned, not even by Mu Canglong.

At this moment, he took the handkerchief handed over by Bai He, wiped his hands, and said casually: "Also... I'm planning to go out for a while."

"Going out again?" Mu Piaomiao felt a little sad: "We have enough grain to eat for many days..."

"It's not about the grain... and if enemies come to the Martial Arts School, just let them take a look at this iron post."

Fang Xi decided to venture out, naturally setting his sights on Yuan He Demonuntain.

Both the growth of the Demon Tree and the pressure of the debt from the five Spirit Stones forced him to sell Da Liang goods in the Southern Barrens Cultivation World as quickly as possible to obtain Spirit Stones.

To do this, he would need at least mid-stage Qi Refining strength.

In such a short time, Fang Xi felt the Evergreen Art could not possibly break through to the fourth level.

That left only the martial path, which could be rapidly improved.

Unfortunately, despite his significant progress in the martial path, he was still some distance from generating True Qi.

"In this entire Black Stone City, perhaps only the secret martial arts of Yuan He Demonuntain have reached the True Qi level, which would absolutely accelerate my progress."

Fang Xi's eyes glowed faintly as he walked out of the White Cloud Martial Arts School's encampment and quickly disappeared into the desolate streets.

South City Gate.

"Esteemed Guardian... I have contacted all the Martial Hall Masters. The Red Rock Martial Arts School and the Three Flowers Martial Arts School have agreed to our terms. They will be sending a large amount of supplies, personnel, and their sect's martial arts, along with the Divine Intent Diagram, shortly!"

Qiao Wuchang bowed and reported.

Facing him was Linghu Yang, whose aura was becoming increasingly profound, like a god or a demon.

"Understood," Linghu Yang nodded.

"Esteemed Guardian..." Qiao Wuchang gritted his teeth. "It's just... the matter of us agreeing to give them spots to leave the city..."

He actually had some concerns about this.

Although, as someone on the inside, Qiao Wuchang knew clearly that within the demonic realm, even ghosts and gods could not escape!

"Are you doubting me?"

Linghu Yang looked coldly at Qiao Wuchang.

"Your subordinate dares not." Although he had already reached the True Force martial artist realm, Qiao Wuchang had no doubt that Linghu Yang could easily kill him. Upon hearing this, he immediately knelt on the ground. "Esteemed Guardian, I beg you, for the sake of my diligent service... show me a way to live!"

"A way out... there certainly is."

Linghu Yang closed his eyes. "I have already mastered True Qi... Next, I will attempt to break through to the Grandmaster realm. Once I achieve Grandmaster, perhaps I can leave..."

"Grandmaster?" Qiao Wuchang's eyes widened.

In this realm, perhaps only a legendary ancestor in the entire Yuan He Demonuntain had reached it.

What's more...

As expected, the next moment, Linghu Yang said, "Unfortunately... the sect's Yuan He Five Thunder Hands only taught me the Martial Master portion. I still have some difficulties regarding how to achieve Grandmaster..."

"As expected of the Esteemed Guardian."

Qiao Wuchang's eyes lit up, then a sinister look appeared. "So that's why you ordered those Martial Hall Masters to hand over their martial arts? To learn from the strengths of many?"

"Heh heh... what value is there in learning third-rate martial arts?"

Linghu Yang shook his head and denied it. "I am merely giving them a grand gift, and then... letting their flesh and blood pave my path to Grandmaster... I have a task for you. Starting today, capture people for me. Capture those martial artists who are unwilling to submit, the more the better!"