After leaving Heavenly Immortal Building, Fang Xi fully equipped himself, adjusted his state of mind, and returned to Green Bamboo Mountain.
The mountain was lush with trees, and the jade-green bamboo was still fresh and verdant, but things and people had long since changed.
Fang Xi arrived at the shantytown where the spirit farmers had once lived, only to find ruins everywhere. It seemed the place had been abandoned for a long time.
"Yes, it's not safe outside the market, and there aren't even any Foundation Establishment Cultivators to keep people in check... What spirit farmer would be willing to come farm here?"
He sighed and found his little wooden house.
It was likewise nothing but ruins. It seemed the houses had collapsed over a large area because of a spell battle.
Smack!
Fang Xi grabbed a roof beam and suddenly heaved it up.
His strength was now astonishingly great. With a burst of force, a great mass of planks and rubble was flung aside, revealing broken tables, chairs, and benches, along with some unidentified shattered bones.
"Alas... my home is gone."
Fang Xi sighed regretfully and located the spot where he had once dug his cellar.
The entrance to the passage had long since been buried beneath a great deal of soil, making it look no different from the surrounding area.
Fang Xi took out the Ghost Head Saber and used it like a hoe. Before long, he dug down to the cellar he had made back then.
"I left in such a hurry back then that I didn't take any of these belongings with me..."
He went to the corner and skillfully dug out a small wine jar.
After opening it, a sour smell wafted out.
"What a pity..."
Fang Xi glanced at the label. This had been