Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 870 - 449 Old People

Chapter 870: 449 Old People

As night fell, a torrential downpour suddenly descended.

Massive raindrops pounded the ground with force, sweeping across with an overwhelming force, stirring up splashes like a hanging galaxy.

Braving the rain, the people of Tingchao Dock returned triumphantly from the south of the city, each in different states.

Some were still full of fighting spirit, excitedly drinking and boasting about taking on ten foes single-handedly.

Some were seriously injured and went to lie down in the medical pavilion.

Others, unharmed, were exhausted in body and mind, merely wishing to rest as soon as possible.

Under the curtain of rain, a man and his dog quietly returned to Li Xingluo’s cave dwelling.

Fang Zhixing sat down cross-legged and took out a pile of middle-grade Immortal Jade, and immediately began refining it.

Sssss~

In an instant, a large amount of white mist erupted from the middle-grade Immortal Jade, all of it Immortal Energy, thick and surging.

The mist-like Immortal Energy flooded the entire secret chamber, making it impossible to see one’s hand before one’s face.

"So much Immortal Energy, no wonder one piece of middle-grade Immortal Jade is worth ten thousand pieces of low-grade Immortal Jade."

Fang Zhixing was slightly shocked, immediately focused his mind, activated the Prison Suppressing Tribulation Skill, and fully started refining Immortal Energy.

After a night of effort, he only managed to refine two pieces.

"Darn, I thought refining 100 pieces of middle-grade Immortal Jade could be done quickly, but it turns out to be a huge project."

Fang Zhixing sighed softly.

However, he had plenty of time, wasn’t in a hurry, and would refine slowly.

Thus, in the following days, Fang Zhixing devoted himself to refining the middle-grade Immortal Jade.

Time flew by, more than ten days passed...

Knock, knock, knock~

One morning, someone suddenly knocked on the door frantically.

Even though Fang Zhixing had hung a sign outside the door stating he was in retreat, the person ignored it and rudely hammered the door.

Fang Zhixing frowned slightly, released his Divine Soul Perception, and immediately discovered two people outside.

Zhu Wenji and another True Disciple Deng Jinlin.

That day, they were among those whom Fang Zhixing had slapped.

Zhu Wenji had deep connections; not only was he Zhu Tingchao’s bloodline, he was also an Innate Spiritual Body with exceptional talent, greatly pampered, and almost unrestrained within the sect.

In terms of relationships, Li Xingluo was Zhu Wenji’s cousin.

Deng Jinlin was also Zhu Wenji’s cousin.

Three Immortal Cultivation families were tied together through marriage.

There was no way around it; even long-heralded Immortal Cultivating families had divisions of strength.

Weaker ones often chose to rely on stronger ones to gain space for survival and development.

The Zhu Family had a Fate Realm’s Heaven and Earth ancestor sitting in power; on Baiqiu Star, they were a top-tier Immortal Cultivation family with significant influence.

The Li and Deng families only had Reincarnation Realm to show off, so they had to depend on the Zhu Family, sharing both honor and disgrace.

Because of this, Li Xingluo and Deng Jinlin had been mingling with Zhu Wenji since childhood, acting as companions and followers, indulging in lavish lifestyles.

"Why did it take so long to open the door?" Zhu Wenji said displeasedly.

Fang Zhixing patted his chest, coughing lightly, and said, "Ah, last time attacking the Moving Mountain Sect, I sustained some internal injuries and have been in retreat recuperating. What brought you here?"

Zhu Wenji replied, "You haven’t forgotten what day it is today, have you? It’s the Yuanhua Festival!"

Only then did Fang Zhixing remember that Baiqiu Star had a traditional festival, the "Yuanhua Festival," similar to the Qixi Valentine’s Day.

On this day, eligible individuals dressed up carefully, ventured out, strolled on the streets or took boat rides, gathered to participate in activities, and sought their partners.

Fang Zhixing smiled, "How could I forget the Yuanhua Festival, but my body is wounded, willing but unable."

"Bullshit!"

Zhu Wenji shouted, "As long as you still have a breath today, you must come with me. Whether you and my sister can become engaged today depends on your performance."

In Fang Zhixing’s mind suddenly appeared an image of a girl with a fat head and big ears.

Zhu Wenji had a sister named Zhu Chunping, lacking beauty, lacking figure, and seemingly with a temper just as volatile.

Li Xingluo had never liked her.

However, the Li Family very much wanted to deepen relations with the Zhu Family, forcing Li Xingluo to pursue Zhu Chunping.

Li Xingluo had no choice but to feign interest, asking Zhu Wenji to help arrange things, which resulted in this current ordeal.

Thinking of these matters, Fang Zhixing felt quite speechless.

However, since he had assumed Li Xingluo’s identity, naturally he also inherited his problems.

"Before I advance to the ’See yourself’ stage, it’s best not to cause troubles."

Fang Zhixing’s mind stirred, as he said with a smile, "Let’s go, let’s go, I’ll head out now."

The three cheerfully left Tingchao Dock.

Fang Zhixing walked along the street, looking out, seeing each part of the city festively decorated, with drums and gongs, bustling with activity.

Young people in bright, splendid attire were seen everywhere.

Young people holding bouquets of fresh flowers, when encountering a good-looking girl, would offer a flower.

If the girl found the person gracious, she would keep the flower.

If not, there would be another wilted flower in the trash bin.

Zhu Wenji carried many flowers stored in his Storage Bag; each time he encountered a girl with remarkable visage, he would slap his Storage Bag and magically produce a flower, handing it to the girl, indulging tirelessly.

This guy’s handsome looks made it easy for him to charm young girls; it didn’t take long for him to collect several Sound Transmission Talismans from pretty girls.

Deng Jinlin watched enviously, yet didn’t dare to overshadow Zhu Wenji; even when meeting a girl he liked, he dared not offer a flower.

Unnoticed, the trio arrived at a Summer Villa, where the ticket price for entry soared as high as twelve thousand low-grade Immortal Jade.

Despite this, many lined up at the entrance, making it hard to find an available ticket.

Because the city’s esteemed young masters and wealthy ladies were to gather at the Summer Villa today, to choose their desired partners.

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