Before Yingping Peak

I set out with the intention of having fun, and explored many mountains and rivers.

By the time we returned, it was already late autumn.

It took more than a month for Fang Zelin to return to Anzi County, by which time winter had already arrived.

The weather was slightly chilly, and although it hadn't snowed yet, frost was already visible on the eaves and plants.

"Curator."

After Fang Zelin carried Bearing the Heavens to the martial arts school in Anzi County, they saw the school.

"Who are you?"

The curator looked at Fang Zelin, paused for a moment, and then, seeing that Fang Zelin looked somewhat familiar, immediately remembered Fang Zelin.

"Oh, it was you!"

The martial arts instructor then recalled Fang Zelin. "Is there something you need? You've only been at my martial arts school for less than a month, but you've improved remarkably quickly. It's a pity you left after that."

Fang Zelin was of Higher Vehicle talent, and because of this, he remembered Fang Zelin quite clearly.

"The main reason I've come here is to apologize. I learned the Wind-Riding Sword Art at your esteemed institution, and then I secretly taught it to others. This was my mistake."

The martial arts school's headmaster was a middle-aged man with a weathered face, but he possessed a calm demeanor and lacked sharpness.

Upon hearing Fang Zelin's apology, the martial arts school was initially taken aback, but after hearing the rest, they immediately burst into laughter.

"So that's what it is."

After inviting Fang Zelin to sit down, the headmaster had someone pour him a cup of tea. "That Wind-Riding Sword Art Swordsmanship n't anything particularly advanced. The martial arts school focuses on imparting experience; once the Swordsmanship is taught, that's it."

"Everyone who leaves the martial arts school passes on this Swordsmanship to their family members or children, and some even open their own martial arts schools."

Fang Zelin was taken aback upon hearing this. "So that Swordsmanship isn't rare?"

"Of course," the curator said, his goodwill towards Fang Zelin having come to apologize for the matter had grown considerably, and he didn't hide anything from Fang Zelin.

"The unique skills in the martial arts school are only taught to direct disciples; as for the others, they are nothing but second-rate martial arts."

I see.

Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin immediately understood.

"Therefore, there's no need for your apology. You paid money to learn this skill, and the school didn't say it couldn't be passed on without permission. Only some secret techniques are passed on to disciples only."

The curator waved his hand, indicating that Fang Zelin didn't need to take this to heart.

The money-making business in the clinic actually comes from the medicinal soups.

Even if someone spreads the Swordsmanship they've learned, if you want Qi Force, you still have to buy medicinal soup.

The main reason his martial arts school has been able to stay open for so long is this medicinal soup.

"In that case, I'll take my leave."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin stood up and prepared to leave.

The curator nodded upon hearing this, "I still have many things to attend to at the museum, so I won't see you off."

After saying this, the curator left the main hall and headed towards the drill ground.

Fang Zelin took a step behind, saw the other party leaving, looked back at the lobby, held the spell in his hand, and the word "An" appeared slowly.

With a flick of his hand, the word An was driven into the beam.

"Although you don't mind, I can't just take advantage of you like this. I'll leave you a way to ward off evil spirits and protect your home as an apology."

After Fang Zelin finished casting the spell, he murmured something before turning and leaving.

After buying some medicinal herb seeds in Anzi County, Fang Zelin finally returned to the foot of Yingping Peak.

Nearly a year later, Fang Zelin finally returned to Yingping Peak, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

After crossing the river and returning to the front of the wooden house, Fang Zelin glanced around and saw that the pheasants he had caught earlier were still there.

Somewhat unexpectedly, quite a few extra chickens appeared.

It seems that these chickens are thriving even without anyone taking care of them.

"Splash!"

Upon seeing Fang Zelin return, the spirit rice beside him appeared extremely happy and began to sway in the breeze.

Seeing Lingdao's appearance, Fang Zelin smiled and waved his hand to cast Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique.

The gentle rain fell, and the rice in the entire paddy field instantly quieted down, like infants receiving milk, quietly drinking it.

Seeing this, Fang Zelin went back into the house, took out some rice, scattered it on the ground, and then cleaned the wooden house.

In an instant, the entire wooden house was transformed.

Upon seeing this, Fang Zelin immediately revealed a satisfied smile.

"Alright, from now on, we'll be in seclusion here for two years to cultivate!"

Fang Zelin's words were directed at Bearing the Heavens.

The agreed-upon time with Yang Xiang was two years later.

During these two years, he can focus on his studies here in peace.

Bearing the Heavens hummed incessantly, as if echoing its own voice.

Picking up a small hoe from the wooden house, Fang Zelin went to another spot and began to cultivate a small plot of land.

Next, they sowed the seeds of ginseng and other plants that they had just bought.

After sowing the seeds, Fang Zelin used the Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique again, and a small cloud began to drizzle.

From a distance, it certainly looks quite pleasing.

According to Fang Zelin's plan, these medicinal herbs such as ginseng and he shou wu would be cultivated for a hundred years, and their medicinal effects would be extraordinary.

After tidying up the cabin, Fang Zelin also cleared away the weeds in front of it.

Perhaps it was because of his cultivation, but the weeds in this area grew more vigorously than in other places.

After doing all this, Fang Zelin looked around for a moment, and then began to cast Law Technique.

"We've been studying the Soul-Bewildering Formation given to us for over a month now; let's try it out."

With this in mind, Fang Zelin immediately began to cast the spell.

The Spiritual Power rippled outwards in concentric circles, and suddenly, a little bit of mist began to spread across the surface of the Yongding River.

In just a short while, mist swirled around the river, completely enveloping Yingping Peak.

The fog didn't appear thick, but it completely enveloped the river.

Even if some ships get lost in the fog, it doesn't matter; they'll eventually get through.

However, it's impossible to get to Yingping Peak now.

Seeing the fog rising all around, Fang Zelin clapped his hands in satisfaction.

This trip yielded some benefits.

Now you can focus on your cultivation.

Just as Fang Zelin turned to go back into the house, he suddenly froze, his expression hardening. "Who goes there? Come out!"

Bearing the Heavens up in response, pointing his sword at the herb garden beside him.

With his aura locked onto the area ahead, Fang Zelin sensed something vaguely amiss, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.

Fang Zelin felt a sense of apprehension; what was this thing? Its cultivation seemed terrifyingly high.

The Spiritual Power within his body had already begun to be mobilized, and when Fang Zelin carefully moved forward a little, he was stunned for a moment when he saw a small head with a few tender leaves suddenly appear.

"Ginseng essence?"

Looking at the baby face with a few tender leaves on its head, Fang Zelin recognized it instantly.