'That Yao Mo Tree was able to grow in a place as poor in Spiritual Energy as Daliang, so it probably didn't have many requirements for spirit veins...'
'And it grew quite quickly by devouring flesh and blood—changing every day...'
'I wonder if it counts as a "Heaven and Earth Spiritual Root"?'
Although Fang Xi was completely helpless against the Yao Mo Tree at present, he still had three gray, unremarkable seeds in his Storage Bag—the remnants left behind after he killed the Wood Person back then!
It was precisely because he understood this that Fang Xi felt somewhat excited.
If he could cultivate an Acquired Spirit Body, then with his Low-grade Spiritual Root aptitude, perhaps his Dao Path would truly have hope!
Thus, everything he had done at Myriad Sea Tower had been an act.
Since Song Qing wanted to put on a show, he would play along.
In any case, Song Qing had indeed harbored ill intentions toward him from the start. He would remember this grudge.
'But if that's the case, then all the monster materials I've accumulated over these past few years are gone... I should go to Daliang to restock...'
As for the Eight Great Yao Kings—especially the Flood Dragon King, who led them—Fang Xi had coveted them for a long time.
When he walked out of Green Bamboo Mountain Market, he immediately felt several gazes fall upon him, and he couldn't help sneering inwardly:
'As expected of the most chaotic black market. Killing people and seizing treasures has practically formed an entire industrial chain...'
But Fang Xi wasn't afraid in the slightest.
He was now a True Gang Martial Saint. A Grandmaster-level External True Gang could completely withstand attacks from Magic Tools.
Before his True Gang was exhausted, his defensive power was unparalleled.
That