Bestowing a Name (Seeking Recommendations)

Along the main road, a small boy could be seen running and stopping intermittently, crying loudly. It was Gou'er.

"What happened?"

With their robes fluttering, Fang Xi and the other two had surrounded Gou'er.

"Wuwuwu... hurry and save Boss! Boss is being hounded by a monster!" Seeing Fang Xi and the other two, Gou'er rushed over as if they were saviors.

"What? Another monster?" Mu Canglong exclaimed, a look of alarm on his face. "What kind of monster?"

"Wuwu... I... I don't know... I can't see it at all, Boss is already bleeding, and Xiao Yun, Xiao Shu..."

Gou'er cried, gasping for breath.

"Could it be... another 'Demon'!"

Mu Canglong's expression turned solemn.

"No! It's definitely not a Demon!" Fatty Han calmed down and analyzed, "I, Old Han, once saw an ancient text that said, 'Two Demon do not meet,' meaning that within a region, only one Demon will appear! And Black Stone City already has the Demon Demon Tree. What Zhang Junming encountered should be a rather special Demon!"

"A Demon?"

Fang Xi stroked his chin.

If Zhang Junming had encountered another Demon, he would have turned and left without a second word.

But it was different with a Demon.

He had already planned to hunt Demon Beasts and sell their meat!

His cultivation with the Evergreen Art had been stagnant for too long. It seemed it was time to buy some Pill Medicine and use its power to cultivate.

And for that, he needed Spirit Stones, many, many Spirit Stones!

"Master Mu, you take Gou'er back to the caravan. Fatty Han and I will go take a look!" Fang Xi thought for a moment and immediately made his decision.

"Why me, Old Han?" Fatty Han looked a little dejected.

"Naturally, it's because your strength has increased." Fang Xi laughed heartily, thinking to himself that even if danger arose, this mountain of flesh could block disaster and was a bigger target than him. If not him, then who else but Mu Canglong?

In the dense forest.

The gnarled roots of ancient trees were covered in bloodstains.

Fang Xi's brow twitched, and he pulled a strip of cloth from a tree branch.

"It's what Zhang Junming was wearing!"

Fatty Han pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat and oil from his face. "It looks like Zhang Junming is already dead, Brother Fang. Why don't we leave first? This place is quite creepy."

"Yeah... an invisible Demon, quite interesting."

Fang Xi mused, "Perhaps... the other party hasn't left after hunting?"

Thinking this, he secretly circulated the Evergreen Art, allowing two wisps of wood-attribute Magical Power to enter his eyes.

This was the spiritual eye technique of a cultivator!

Of course, without special cultivation, spiritual eyes weren't very useful in the cultivation world. They were mainly used in the mortal realm to find items with spiritual energy.

But in Da Liang?

Demon Meat and the like were considered to be quite rich in spiritual energy.

A faint green light flashed in Fang Xi's eyes as he scanned his surroundings.

Suddenly, his body stiffened.

He saw a semi-transparent monster lurking among the ancient trees next to Fatty Han!

The creature seemed to be made entirely of glass, making it impossible to track in the jungle. A long tongue was slowly descending, reaching Fatty Han's side.

"Vile beast!"

Fang Xi's voice boomed like thunder as he punched towards Fatty Han.

"Ah!"

Caught off guard, Fatty Han instinctively circulated the Sky Swallowing Skill to its fullest for defense. He then felt something extremely long wrap around his waist, accompanied by slime and a foul stench.

"What the hell is this thing?"

He roared, his entire body of fat expanding like a sphere, forcefully pushing away the monster's tongue.

At the same time, Fang Xi's punch landed on the monster, Primordial Chaos Energy erupting!

Bang!

Several successive bursts of force exploded, splashing green blood.

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground echoed.

Only then did Fatty Han discover a monster, seemingly made of glass, lying on the ground, its color gradually returning to a dark green hue...

The monster was about ten feet, or over three meters, long. It had sharp, scaled limbs and a pair of bulging eyes that rotated with great agility. Around its neck was a collar-like membrane, making it look quite imposing from afar.

"What a huge chameleon Demon Beast!"

Fang Xi didn't know why, but seeing the fur around the other party's neck, like a scarf, suddenly reminded him of a dog's protective collar. He felt an urge to laugh. "Hahaha... Fatty Han, you almost delivered yourself as meat just now!"

He had to admit, the fatty was quite qualified as a meat shield.

And in his sight, there was a huge bloody hole on the back of this chameleon Demon Beast, with scattered green scales around it.

"Damn it, I almost died today."

Fatty Han's face was also filled with Sha Qi. "Old Han is eating this Demon Beast's meat tonight!"

With a roar, his huge body leaped up, descending like Demonunt Tai crushing down. "Swallowing Heaven Palm!"

Fang Xi shook his head. "You probably can't eat it!"

As he spoke, he cooperated with Fatty Han's attack.

This Demon Beast wasn't actually very strong. It could just hide its form and move without a trace, making it very troublesome.

However, after Fang Xi broke its 'Invisibility Technique', it became quite ordinary.

Before long, it lay on its back on the ground, dead.

Fang Xi was not polite. He took out a dagger and directly cut open the Demon Beast's belly, finding Zhang Junming's incomplete corpse.

"Ugh... looks like it really can't be eaten..."

Fatty Han shook his head, a little regretful.

"Sigh... I didn't expect that saying goodbye this morning would be a farewell forever! However, I didn't see Little Yun's body. Perhaps he escaped?"

Fang Xi suddenly felt the impermanence of life.

After all, they had known each other. He and Fatty Han buried Zhang Junming's body together, then sent Fatty Han on his way first.

After confirming Fatty Han had left, Fang Xi patted his Storage Bag, took out a ghost-head saber, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face. "This Demon Beast's hide should be able to be made into some special Magic Tools... and the meat and bones, not bad, not bad, I can sell some Spirit Stones."

At this moment, he thanked that treasure-giving boy in his heart again.

If it weren't for the Storage Bag sponsored by that old buddy, hiding the body of this chameleon Demon Beast would have been quite troublesome.

Caravan.

"Don't worry... Senior Brother's Martial Arts are extraordinary, he's already a Martial Master level expert, he will definitely bring your master back."

Mu Piaomiao was comforting the dog.

Suddenly, a mountain of meat flew from afar and landed in front of the dog.

"Where's my master?" the dog immediately asked.

"Dead!"

Fatty Han sighed and handed a piece of blood-stained clothing to the dog.

The dog immediately cried so hard it almost passed out.

"Life is like this, just accept it..." Fatty Han shook his head and returned to his carriage to enjoy himself.

Yes, after allocating a carriage, he called all his concubines into his carriage. Everyone couldn't help but admire his carriage horse, which was simply a divine steed!

"Master is back!"

Fatty Han returned to the carriage and was immediately surrounded by several soft, tender arms.

"Heh heh..."

He casually took out a bottle of fine wine from under the seat and took a drink. "Mmm... I'm back."

His eyes narrowed comfortably, leaving only a slit:

'That Fang Xi definitely has secrets, but it's none of my business, Old Han.'

'Being cheerful and carefree is the way to a long life... I'm not greedy, I'm not greedy. Being able to have beautiful wives and concubines every day, eat and drink to my fill, and be happy is enough, it's enough...'

Before long, Fang Xi also returned to the caravan.

"Set off, continue moving!"

He looked at the people in the caravan and gave the order.

The team slowly moved forward. Fang Xi came to the dog's side. "Do you have anywhere else to go?"

"No..."

The dog's eyes were vacant as he stared ahead.

"Then come with us to Sanyuan City. I'll introduce you to the White Cloud Martial Arts School. You'll at least be able to make a living!"

Fang Xi prepared to dump the burden onto Mu Piaomiao without any hesitation.

Anyway, when Mu Canglong arrived in Sanyuan City, he would most likely have to open a martial arts school to make a living.

"By the way, do you have a name?"

"No!" the dog replied.

"Then I'll give you a name. You'll follow Zhang Junming and take the surname Zhang... As for the name? 'Empires rise and fall with a laugh, life's intoxication is endless...' Let's call you Zhang Zui... No, Zhang Mingding!"

"Zhang?" Gou'er thought for a moment, then nodded heavily. "I'll be called Zhang Mingding!"

"Mm, excellent!"

Fang Xi nodded, suddenly feeling as if Zhang Junming had a bit more continuation in the world.

This was precisely what the ancients pursued.

'Heh heh... Unfortunately, this kind of continuation is just an illusion!'

'What family, bloodline, spiritual continuation, or leaving a name in history... it's all inferior to living out history yourself!'

'I must reach Foundation Establishment and attain eternal life!'

Fang Xi's eyes glowed faintly, his ambition growing even stronger.

Several days later.

Green Bamboo Demonuntain Market.

Fang Xi returned to the shantytown area with a normal expression.

The three-day incense had long since dissipated, and as he walked, he didn't notice any signs of alarm.

After all, people often died outside the marketplace, and everyone was used to it.

As long as the deceased wasn't an important figure, they would be quickly forgotten.

'Demonreover... the Hundred Skills Tower would be looking for a fierce and burly man selling Taisui Meat, what does that have to do with me, a little spirit farmer?'

Fang Xi scanned the news and secretly relaxed.

However, Chen Ping next door was absent. He was probably either in seclusion or bothering Fellow Daoist Lu.

Fang Xi ignored him and, after some thought, approached Di Qi directly.

"What? Fellow Daoist Fang, you actually killed a Demon Beast?"

Di Qi sized Fang Xi up and down, as if re-acquainting himself with the spirit farmer.

"It was just good luck. This Demon Beast wasn't very strong either..."

Fang Xi gave a shy smile. "The carcass is at my place. I'll take you to see it..."

Of course, he wouldn't expose his Storage Bag in front of Di Qi, so he had placed the butchered beast meat at home.

Di Qi came to Fang Xi's wooden hut and saw the pieces of meat and the stark white bones. He finally believed him. "Fellow Daoist truly has good luck... Are you planning to... sell it?"

"Yes!"

Fang Xi rubbed his hands, seemingly embarrassed. "This marketplace is full of schemes and plots. I don't dare to show off, so I can only trouble you to handle it for me. If you're willing, I can give you ten percent of the profit!"

'This is a profitable deal!'

Di Qi's eyes lit up. His family had such needs, and he could earn a small merit by taking it back.

The key was... he could get paid from both sides!

He immediately became spirited. "What grade is this Demon Beast? How much does it weigh?"

"About first-tier low-grade... The meat is three to four hundred catties, the bones are separate... I kept the hide."

Fang Xi answered frankly.

Even for a spirit farmer, it was reasonable to get lucky and hunt a Demon Beast.

After all, who could predict luck?

Anyway, he wasn't planning to sell a second Demon Beast through Di Qi.