Eastwater.
The White Bone Way's monk-soldiers arrived, set up camp, and surrounded the Eastwater White Clan's stronghold.
Inside the main tent.
Dharma King Sangji arranged for the two Dumu to take turns attacking the White Clan's Purple Mansion formation, wearing down its spiritual power. He himself lounged in the tent with Fang Qing. Fang Qing sat cross-legged, plum blossoms fell through his mind, and transformed into a hexagram.
"A lucky hexagram?"
"Alas... where is the luck in this? These hexagrams are getting less and less accurate."
He let out a quiet sigh.
If he could help it, Fang Qing certainly didn't want to get involved in something as life-threatening as a war between two Golden Core sects.
But he had already invested too much. The sunk costs were too high.
What was more, he now had a position of standing. Even in a Purple Mansion battle, he could at least hide for a little while—enough to escape with the Dao-Born Pearl. The risk wasn't too great.
"This blasted place... It's completely impossible to shut myself away and cultivate all the way to Purple Mansion or Golden Core."
"For now, all I can do is take things one step at a time..."
Fang Qing steadied his mind and sat cross-legged in silence, reviewing an alchemical recipe.
It was none other than the Third-Order, middle-grade Mystic Star Flying-Waterfall Pill!
This pill could help an early-stage Core Formation cultivator break through to the middle stage, and it wasn't especially difficult to refine.
As for the many Third-Order Spirit Herbs it required?
He already had some on hand. If he had Zhong Lingxiu buy the rest at Yuanxin Market, he should be able to gather enough.
"This pill is already a Third-Order, middle-grade one. No trick with flame control is going to fool it..."