Star Sky Professional
Chapter 699 - 597 Level 15

Chapter 699: Chapter 597 Level 15

"Killing Life Sect, worshiping the ’Great Destruction Venerable’, also known as the ’Great Destruction God’, ’Great Destruction Honor’... the doctrine is to promote killing and destruction..."

"Disciples of the Killing Life Sect can please the ’Great Destruction Venerable’ through destruction and killing, and receive blessings. Even mortals can be elevated to Dao Foundation, or even Yin God..."

"Because the doctrine is extreme, they have always been feared and hunted by the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty... Such forces worshiping the Evil God seem to be somewhat stronger than the ten righteous and evil sects of the Outer World at first glance."

"Don’t know why, but holding on until recently, finally couldn’t hold on anymore..."

"However, disciples of the Killing Life Sect are a bunch of madmen. Others think they can’t hold on, but in fact, they might actually enjoy it, able to continue large-scale killing for another decade or several decades..."

"But just this little bit of rise has scared the ten righteous and evil sects of the Outer World into entering a battle royale mode..."

Fang Xing finished reading the miscellaneous book and was speechless in his heart.

’Currently, Qingmu Ridge has fallen on the weak side, is in a defensive position...’

’That Xuanmu True Man might have been quietly ambushed and killed before the Blood Shadow Sect’s invasion, only a bit of Yin God escaped...’

’Next, it won’t be easy to fight...’

’However, none of this is my concern; I’m just a weak logistical cultivator. Unless the Blood Shadow Sect launches a massive attack on Qingmu Ridge, I won’t need to take action...’

After supervising these disciples’ work, Fang Xing began planting trees by himself again.

At night, when he returned to the tree house, he took out a scroll of spells.

This was exchanged by his household Merit Points from the sect, named ’Enchanting Soul Skill’!

It can confuse the opponent’s divine soul and extract the information desired.

"Hmm, Xuanmu True Man also originated from Qingmu Ridge; this counts as cooking the original soup with the original food?"

"However, he is a Yin God True Man who reincarnated through possession, his divine soul is extraordinarily sturdy, not even Grandmaster level Enchanting Soul Skill is too safe..."

Fang Xing clasped his hands, releasing strands of hazy yellow light from his eyes, making people dizzy at first glance.

Along with his cultivation, new information appeared on the attribute bar:

[Enchanting Soul Skill (Beginner 1/100)]

...

Time flies.

For cultivators, wars lasting several years, several decades... are normal.

Qingyu Garden has been peaceful ever since the Hua Qing incident, with no disciples missing.

Gradually, Dong Mei’er and other disciples also let down their guard, inquiring about fellow disciples’ deaths and injuries, and couldn’t help but secretly click their tongues and feel fortunate to have taken a logistical task.

In this situation, even Dong Mei’er had to restrain her arrogant personality, learning to work diligently with Fei Changqing, fearing being ’returned’ by Fang Xing and sent to the battlefield.

This day.

Fang Xing was routinely planting trees when suddenly he looked up.

Then he saw a green tunneling light descending, revealing Fei Yong’s shape.

"Huh?"

He looked at Fei Yong and noticed his fluctuating, unstable Qi, clearly suffering from internal injuries.

"Brother Fang..."

Fei Yong’s face was like gold paper, he smiled bitterly and bowed.

"You are injured?"

Fang Xing slightly raised his hand and released a natural healing.

Under a layer of green light, Fei Yong’s face looked much better, showing some blush.

"During a surprise attack on playhouse mountain, we encountered the ’Yellow Skin’ of the Blood Shadow Sect’s Shadow Puppet branch. The peeled-off shape of ’Yellow Weasel Hide’ was extremely powerful, definitely from a Post Realm demon beast... I’m still considered lucky, Brother Hua was targeted by it and has no chance."

Fei Yong showed fear on his face, then said: "Brother Fang, with this healing technique, if you went to the battlefield, who knows how many lives you could save..."

"You must not harm me."

Fang Xing hurriedly shook his head.

He no longer sold healing berries now, firstly because he despised that bit of talismanic money, and secondly because he didn’t want to have anything to do with the battlefield.

Seeing this, Fei Yong couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

At this point, he increasingly understood Fang Xing.

Unfortunately, there was no way; he couldn’t leave the battlefield openly.

This time he managed to get some free time after gaining merits.

"How is the front line battle?"

Fang Xing walked with Fei Yong in the Evergreen Forest and casually asked.

"We’ve attacked many times but still couldn’t take down playhouse mountain."

Fei Yong said some truths for once: "That ’Play Delighting True Man’ is truly powerful, with the help of ’Playhouse Formation’, the shadow puppetry performed is almost indistinguishable from reality... Even the shadow puppets summoned retained most of their pre-death combat power. Among them, there is said to be one belonging to Sect Uncle Xuanmu, whose shadow puppet hasn’t reached the level of a Yin God True Man, but ordinary Dao Foundation Post Realm can’t match it... Our side has three True Men attacking together, but were blocked by ’Play Delighting True Man’, unable to destroy the playhouse... Now the Blood Shadow Sect is upgrading the playhouse to a ’playhouse building’, with many spies infiltrating our hinterland; there are fires everywhere, only Qingmu Ridge is relatively stable..."

’Fei Changqing is so miserable? Got skinned even post-mortem?’

Fang Xing was speechless in his heart: "Our sect’s magical zealots can’t be cleaned out?"

Fei Yong smiled bitterly and shook his head: "According to our speculation, the Blood Shadow Sect should have a ’Paper House Cave’ hidden here as a mobile base... This Paper House Cave exists between reality and illusion, forming a world of its own, extremely safe and even more secretive; even if suddenly encountered by a Yin God True Man, it can escape..."

"Now even the Qingli Swamp is quite unsafe, our Fei Family has suffered significant losses..."

He handed over a letter, which had bloodstains on it: "This is a letter from Lv Feng of the Lv Family."

Fang Xing took it and opened, seeing the beginning:

"Nephew kneels and cries a hundred bows:..."

Lv Feng and the Lv Family have been very unfortunate this year; they previously recklessly intervened in the elixir and magic artifact business, first spending a large amount of talismanic money to stock strategic materials, which led to a big drop, a complete collapse, and had to liquidate at a loss.

After liquidating the loss, war really erupted, causing vomiting blood from Lv Feng to the household elders.

This incident heavily damaged the Lv Family’s primordial Qi, taking ten years to recuperate, but they had to face war.

As a faction under Qingmu Ridge, both the Fei Family and Poison Dragon Slope must send people to act as cannon fodder.

The Lv Family dispatched quite a few cultivators, and then ran into a chaotic upheaval caused by the demon cultivators, which even led to someone breaking into the family compound and setting fires, resulting in many mortal casualties.

Now Lv Feng has written a letter, naturally crying misery and seeking aid.

"Alas... things have come to this, what more can I do?"

Fang Xing sighed, his face expressionless, without mentioning the black snake or other arrangements he had made.

In fact, with the arrangements at Poison Dragon Slope, as long as a few Dao Foundations weren’t sent, his ten-thousand-acre bamboo sea would be fine.

As for how many people died in the Lv Family, that was none of his business.

Fei Yong saw this scene and couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

This brother Fang seems determined not to make a move, opting for self-preservation.

"And... Hu Family’s Hu Liuniang fought fiercely with demon cultivators to protect some juniors and finally exhausted herself to death..."

"Later, for some unknown reason, the demon cultivators who broke into Poison Dragon Slope vanished; otherwise, the Lv Family might have been exterminated..."

Fei Yong added a few pieces of information.

"Liuniang is gone too..."

Fang Xing was somewhat melancholic at the news: "Back then, the Five Friends of Floating Clouds, now none remain..."

As for the demon cultivators who suddenly vanished?

Most likely, they broke into the western bamboo forest and then... no more.

...

Time flows like water.

In the blink of an eye, it was yet again the day once every decade for the harvest.

Dong Mei’er and other disciples looked at Fei Changnong, faces filled with joy.

"Good, good, good..."

Fei Changnong looked at the bounty of hundred-year-old spiritual medicines, nodding in succession: "The front line is tight, but Brother Fang, you managing to grow so many hundred-year spiritual medicines, the sect owes you a great merit... These are valued at six thousand seven hundred merit points, what do you think?"

"Agreed."

Fang Xing nodded, observing as another cluster of stars appeared on the back of his disciple’s token.

"Haha, congratulations Brother Fang, gather ten thousand merit points, and you’ll be able to exchange for the Fundamental Diagram of Divine Skills for enlightenment."

Fei Changnong said, "But enlightening in divine skills is difficult, ten thousand merit points only allow for ten years of study... If by then you haven’t unlocked anything, you’ll have to continue exchanging..."

"I understand."

Fang Xing felt somewhat disappointed.

He had thought his permissions would be enhanced, allowing him to see more fake divine skill choices.

’Could it be... the only option is "Grass Head God"?’

’No... there’s another choice.’

Fang Xing glanced at Fei Changqing, who had barely advanced to ’Qi Sensing Level Seven’ this year, deep in thought.

’Only, there’s no hurry for that... my Druid level is about to rise.’

’After reaching level 15, then dealing with this person, it’s safest...’

...

Deep night.

Inside the treehouse.

Fang Xing sat cross-legged, sensing the rich natural power permeating throughout his body.

"It wasn’t for nothing that I planted evergreen trees across most of the valley..."

"Finally..."

His focus was on the attribute bar:

[You’ve received a ’Natural Baptism’, your Druid level has advanced to 15!]

[You’ve gained the talent—’Immortal Body’!]

Boom!

In that instant, Fang Xing only felt his own life force had undergone a ’qualitative change’!

A life already long has now increased to an unimaginable extent.

[Immortal Body: Your visage defies age, your lifespan has greatly increased, life decelerates to one-fifth the normal rate!]

"Finally... having acquired the Immortal Body talent, there’s almost no worry of running out of lifespan."

Fang Xing rejoiced, looking at the specific data:

[Name: Fang Xing]

[Age: 75/3200]

[Profession: Druid Level 15]

[Realm: Dao Foundation Middle Realm (Lush)]

[Talents: Natural Affinity, Wilderness Transformation, Plant Growth, Toxin Immunity, Youthful Forever, Thorny Technique, Tree Bark Skill, Natural Healing, Tree-man Transformation, Tree Shepherd, Sturdy, Combat Casting, Enlightenment Technique, Regeneration, Immortal Body]

[Skills: All-Complete Hand (Grandmaster 800/800), Paper Folding Technique (Grandmaster 788/800), Beast Taming Skill (Grandmaster 800/800), Qi Concealing Technique (Grandmaster 800/800), Enchanting Soul Skill (Grandmaster 800/800)]

...

"Lifespan 3200 years? Even True Monarchs of the Yang God might be outlived by a few of me, right?"

Fang Xing nodded with satisfaction: "Paper Folding Technique ultimately fell short of perfect, likely due to not having that final ’Mystical Paper House Cave Heaven’ inheritance!"

"However, the Enchanting Soul Skill is perfect, now I can act against that one..."