Preparing to Depart (Seeking Recommendations)

Poof!

Fang Xi's expression was blank as he reached back, grabbed the earth spike embedded in his back, and yanked it out.

With his Primordial Chaos Energy at great completion, he was equivalent to a cultivator in the second stage of Body Refining. Even a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Refining might not be able to kill him with spells, let alone a mere early-stage Qi Refining cultivator?

After the opponent's earth spike broke through his skin and flesh, it was firmly stuck by his True Energy-reinforced bones, unable to advance further.

"Spare my life!"

The short cultivator immediately knelt, begging loudly for mercy: "It was Qi Ying Song of the Hundred Skills Tower who wanted you dead... My brother and I were just following orders..."

"How did you track me?" Fang Xi's expression was cold.

The short cultivator quickly replied: "It was Ying Song. He put Three-Day Fragrance on your teacup. This spice is almost colorless and odorless. Only those with special training can smell it, and it lasts for three days..."

"So that's how it is!"

Fang Xi nodded, then suddenly darted forward like lightning, pressing a palm onto the short cultivator's head.

Poof!

The opponent immediately collapsed, his brains splattering and dying. His palm opened, and several black bone needles rolled onto the ground.

"A disposable Magic Tool, 'Bone Piercing Nail'?"

Fang Xi collected them with interest.

He never intended to show mercy to enemies like these, or to snakes.

After a cursory search of the short cultivator's body, he found nothing of value.

Fang Xi then took the gray Storage Bag from the tall cultivator's waist and thoroughly searched the body again.

Immediately after, he picked up the Ghost Head Saber that had lost its owner's magical power infusion and had become lusterless, falling to the ground. He flicked two sparks, burning the two corpses to ashes, and quickly left the scene.

"Damn Hundred Skills Tower... Mobilizing against me for a few dozen Spirit Stones?"

As he walked, Fang Xi grumbled inwardly: "Fortunately, there were no late-stage Qi Refining experts, or I would have been in danger..."

"A few dozen Spirit Stones, indeed, can only attract that kind of trash..."

He felt that his decision to wait until his Martial Arts improved before engaging in interdimensional trade was truly wise!

"And... I was too reckless before. I wasn't 'lurking' enough."

"This time, I must lie low properly."

Instead of returning to the shantytown, Fang Xi went directly to his spiritual bamboo forest. With a flash, his figure disappeared.

No matter where he hid on Green Bamboo Mountain, there was a possibility of being found.

Only in another world was it absolutely safe!

"Sigh... this Yao Mo Tree has grown even taller."

In a dilapidated civilian house, Fang Xi looked up at the towering Yao Mo Tree, its branches hanging down, with monsters attached to their ends, and sighed again.

If it weren't for the critical situation here, with the Yao Mo Tree potentially advancing at any moment, he wouldn't have been so anxious to sell large quantities of Taisui Meat and attract covetous eyes.

"The path of cultivation is fraught with thorns, but fortunately, this time, I won."

Only after arriving here did Fang Xi have the leisure to calmly examine his spoils of war.

First was the low-grade Magic Tool—the Ghost Head Saber!

The saber was entirely black, three feet long and half a foot wide. The handle was wrapped with silkworm silk, and at the end was a ferocious and terrifying-looking green-faced fanged ghost head!

"Not bad, not bad. The restrictions within the Magic Tool are intact. It almost cleaved the Green He Sword in two... It can be sold for at least ten Spirit Stones!"

Fang Xi had long felt that the Green Grain Sword was very inconvenient to use, which was due to this Magic Tool already being damaged. Now he had finally found a replacement.

In addition, there were three disposable Magic Tools—Bone Piercing Nails!

These Magic Tools could only be used once and were very insidious, but their single-use attack power could even reach the upper limit of low-grade Magic Tools, making them quite formidable.

"Unfortunately, Body cultivators are least afraid of these ghostly tricks because their survivability is the strongest, thus their fault tolerance is the highest!"

Fang Xi's face was full of joy, completely devoid of his previous disdain for lower-tier Body cultivators.

Next, he took out a small, gray brocade pouch.

"It must be a Storage Bag... That short cultivator had no money or Pill Medicine on him, so it must all be in the tall one's Storage Bag."

"These two rogue cultivators weren't highly cultivated, their Magic Tools weren't exquisite, and they didn't even have any defensive items, otherwise, they wouldn't have been taken down so easily by me. It's clear they were also at the bottom rung of rogue cultivators!"

Although Fang Xi had never used a Storage Bag before, he had at least seen pigs run.

Holding the Storage Bag in both hands, he circulated the Evergreen Art to his palms, allowing wisps of Magical Power to seep into the Storage Bag, wearing down the original owner's imprint.

But to Fang Xi's surprise, his Magical Power was so meager that it took a full five hours to barely erase the original owner's magical power imprint in the Storage Bag.

Boom!

When he felt that the original magical power imprint in the Storage Bag had been dispersed, Fang Xi unhesitatingly imprinted his own magical power onto it.

And with the help of the Storage Bag, his Spiritual Awareness seemed to leave his body, sensing another space.

It was a gray space, about three feet three inches in length, width, and height.

Inside the space, there were many other small items.

Including a small pile of gold, silver, and jade, thirteen low-grade Spirit Stones, and various other miscellaneous items like bottles and jars.

"As expected of a Storage Bag!"

Fang Xi played with the Storage Bag with great fondness, unwilling to put it down. "I was just preparing to relocate, and this wonderful item arrived... These two brothers are truly like gift-bringing boys..."

Actually, if you didn't count that Forbidden Breaking Talisman, Fang Xi was far poorer than these two brothers!

"Damn Hundred Skills Tower, to rob even a pauper like me! I will settle this score with you sooner or later!"

Although according to the confession, these two desperate rogue cultivators might not have been acting under Qi Liu's orders, nor Qi Yingsong's.

After all, based on Fang Xi's understanding of that shopkeeper, he was extremely meticulous and wouldn't possibly send out such trash.

But Fang Xi still directly put the blame on the Hundred Skills Tower.

As for that Ying Song, if he ever saw him again, he would definitely make him pay.

"However, my current strength is not enough to shake such a behemoth. I'll lie low and develop for now..."

Fang Xi planned to hide out in Da Liang for a while.

Coincidentally, he could try to take people away from Black Stone City.

After all, the people at the Martial Arts School were somewhat related to him. If he really watched them all die here, it would be a bit too heartless.

Of course, once the passage opened, Fang Xi would be the first to leave, and then it would be up to the fate of the remaining people.

If the Yao Mo Tree and Demon Domain were too strong, and the passage could only accommodate a few people, then they could only blame their own fate!

White Cloud Martial Arts School grounds.

"Young Master went out again last time. I wonder when he'll be back?"

Bai He stood by the door, vigilantly staring outside.

During this period, as Fang Xi's strength and status rose, everyone in the Martial Arts School treated her with increasing courtesy, which made the young girl feel quite overwhelmed.

But Bai He knew clearly who had given her her current status, and she behaved herself properly in front of Fang Xi.

Previously, Fang Xi had gone out again under some pretext, and she couldn't stop him. She could only wait expectantly by the door every day.

The next moment, at the end of the street, someone seemed to be approaching.

"Young Master..."

Before Bai He's surprised words could be spoken, her expression suddenly changed slightly.

From the street entrance emerged a staggering 'person', with old tree roots coiling out from his shoulders, as if his entire body had become a paradise for vines and roots.

"Monster!"

Bai He's sharp voice immediately spread throughout the Martial Arts School.

"Prepare torches!"

"Defend yourselves!"

"It's a Wood Person, quickly go invite the Martial Hall Master!"

The entire city gate area descended into chaos.

More than one Martial Arts School had been attacked and suffered heavy losses.

The many monsters that had been roaming the inner city area seemed to have lost their restraints and leashes at this moment, beginning to advance madly towards the outer city, and even the city gate area!

"Die, old man!"

Mu Canglong swept his staff, knocking a Cursed Person off the wall. Looking at the several Martial Arts Schools that had been breached around him, his expression was as dark as water. "The range of the Demon Servants has expanded again... If this continues, the outer city will be completely lost within three days! And I don't know when Fang Xi will return?"

Just as he was thinking, two Wood People actually leaped over the wall of fire and lunged towards Mu Canglong.

As they leaped, countless root tendrils emerged from their bodies, forming armor.

"Hahaha... Come on!"

Mu Canglong's hands turned a dark color, and he fearlessly met the attack.

After a few exchanges, he was sent flying, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

The strength of the Wood People far surpassed that of the Cursed People. Even the Martial Hall Master found it difficult to deal with them, and it was easy to get poisoned if not careful!

"Father!"

Mu Piaomiao wielded a torch, protecting Mu Canglong in front of her, her eyes filled with despair.

"Ah!"

Even though Bai He was well protected, when even Mu Canglong fell into a life-or-death crisis, no one paid attention to her.

She fell to the ground, looking at a Cursed Person slowly approaching, gazing at its face covered in curses, and despair filled her heart. "Young Master, Bai He can no longer serve you..."

Pfft!

"What did you say?"

A familiar voice called out. Bai He, who had been closing her eyes, awaiting death, suddenly opened them and saw Fang Xi!

With a casual chop of his right hand, Fang Xi sent the Cursed Person's head flying.

"I'll deal with you later!"

After tossing that sentence aside, Fang Xi charged toward the two Wood People.

Although these Wood People were quite formidable, they were still slightly inferior to True Energy martial artists.

He shattered them with a palm strike each, using his Primordial Chaos Energy, sending them flying apart.

"Senior Brother, you're finally back!"

Tang Xuan's face was filled with joy.

"Mm!"

Fang Xi looked around, helping out wherever there was an opening.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the monsters retreated again.

The people of the White Cloud Martial Arts School collapsed to the ground, utterly spent, gasping for breath without any regard for their appearance. "We're alive, we're alive!"

Tang Xuan saw Fang Xi holding a torch and lighting two Wood People, and couldn't help but ask, "Senior Brother, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, just a small experiment."

Fang Xi stared intently, discovering that after the roots were burned, two more seeds emerged from the charred corpses.

"One Wood Person corresponds to one seed?"

He collected the seeds, planning to study them thoroughly another day.

"Sigh... Fang Xi, if it weren't for you this time, who knows how many more people our Martial Arts School would have lost..." Mu Canglong said, leaning on Mu Piaomiao as he approached, his face full of lingering fear.

"The monsters' activity range has expanded. We can't stay here."

Fang Xi looked at everyone around him, his voice heavy. "Get ready... we're leaving immediately, departing from here!"