The little town in the early morning carried a touch of tranquility, with curling mist and cooking smoke rising into the air.
"What rare freedom..."
Fang Qing walked over the bluestone paving, looking at the residences and ring after ring of fences... His heart was filled with peace and joy.
From the matter of the Heavenly Earth Spirit Fire, he had known that he had originally expected layers upon layers of schemes behind it, certain to draw cultivators into endless contention and death... Then, as though raising venomous insects in a jar, they would cultivate some Destiny Child before harvesting them.
Yet in truth, Miao Feng had merely made an easy trip, and the various families had politely presented the spirit fire to him.
That was the might of the Purple Mansion! Or rather... the might of Sangji, the future Dharma King!
No matter what schemes the Purple Mansion had, upon Sangji's tacitly acknowledged territory, natural opportunities naturally belonged to him.
That was why it had gone so smoothly.
"When the time comes, heaven and earth lend their strength; when fortune departs, even heroes cannot act freely..."
"Sangji's tiger skin can only be borrowed for a few more years."
When he reached one spot, he saw a thin, small black shadow slip out from the Fang Family's back gate, run to a nearby neighboring house, and knock on the wall.
Before long, a little girl leaped out from the other side. She unexpectedly possessed some cultivation as well. She was as lovely as jade and snow, though a trace of melancholy lingered between her brows.
"Ming Xue, eat... My family made these with Spirit Grain."
Fang Wuchen grinned foolishly as he stuffed several pastries into her hands. "Have you been hungry lately? Has that wicked old woman refused to feed