Star Sky Professional
Chapter 705 - 603 Final Battle

Chapter 705: Chapter 603 Final Battle

Time flows endlessly.

Since Deacon Qian Hui’s death, Fang Xing could clearly feel the undercurrents against him subsiding significantly.

After all, he had established a reputation as a madman, making him quite formidable.

Additionally, reporting the alliance between the Corpse Chasing Sect and Blood Shadow Sect to the sect resulted in no response at all, as if it had sunk into the sea.

Fang Xing couldn’t be bothered with these matters. Aside from planting trees, he spent his days comprehending the Fundamental Diagram of the divine skill ’Meat Taishu.’ If he had spare time, he occasionally delved into the "Secret Scripture of Blood Paper."

Inside the tree house.

Strange pieces of talisman paper were scattered everywhere.

Fang Xing, still wearing his beast hide clothes, held a fine talisman brush in his hand, moving it across a palm-sized piece of blood paper with a flourish.

"Gather sand into a tower, collect fur to make a coat... The so-called ’Spirit Illusion Paper House Cave-Heaven’ is actually a combination of various Paper Folding Skills... Refining a large number of paper talismans, linking them together to form a whole, enough to draw a vast influence from the Spirit Illusion Realm and open up a cave-heaven in the gap between yin and yang..."

"Papermen are already easy to carry, and if it’s a Paper House Cave-Heaven, it can store an entire army, accommodate living people for short stays, and move incredibly swiftly..."

After obtaining the Secret Book and completing the final puzzle piece, Fang Xing’s Paper Folding Skill had reached the level of a Grandmaster Perfection.

Now, creating these ’Paper House Cave-Heaven Talismans’ came naturally.

Of course, due to the inherently frustrating nature of the Paper Folding Technique, Fang Xing’s lifespan was slowly diminishing as he crafted the paper talismans and attempted to combine the Paper House.

"Indeed, everyone in the Paper Folding lineage is short-lived; it’s not without reason."

Fang Xing quipped, sketching the final stroke.

"Go!"

He called out softly, exhaling a mouthful of green essence qi onto the paper talisman.

In an instant, the scattered pieces of paper seemed to come alive, intricately piecing together to form a paper wall.

Fang Xing spread his right hand, and with a flash of white light, a peculiar paper house appeared.

Its framework was mostly complete, with many papermen, paper sedans, and paper beasts visible inside.

Accompanied by the chanting of spells, the paper wall was pasted on, instantly filling a wall.

"Papermen, paper horses... and even a paper house..."

"It feels like this Paper Folding lineage would be perfect for handling funerals from start to finish..."

Fang Xing quipped, yet he seemed to have an epiphany:

"Hmm? If I, using my own power, refine a Paper House Cave-Heaven... it seems I could invest my Divine Soul into it, converting yang lifespan into yin lifespan, allowing me to extend my life for a long time... This must be the ultimate secret of the Paper Folding lineage."

"Unfortunately, this technique of the Spirit Illusion Paper House Cave-Heaven can’t be practiced by anyone who isn’t a Yang God True Person... My case is special; not only is my lifespan long, but being a level 15 Druid is also equivalent to being a Yang God True Person..."

"So, the endpoint of the Paper Folding lineage is to become a paperman, residing in a Paper House Cave-Heaven, equivalent to a kind of unorthodox ghost cultivator?"

"The drawbacks seem severe, and... probably very few Yang God True Persons can survive until they successfully refine one on their own..."

While Fang Xing was lost in thought, he suddenly sensed something. A flash of green light, and he was outside the treehouse.

The night was dim.

Between heaven and earth, it was snowing heavily without anyone knowing when it had started.

No!

Covering Qingmu Ridge wasn’t snow but sheets of white funeral money!

Between heaven and earth, a finely adorned playhouse, draped in red and green, appeared, heading towards Qingmu Ridge!

A piercing alarm exploded over Qingmu Ridge!

"So tonight is the decisive battle then?"

Fang Xing muttered to himself, not leaving the valley: "I hope it doesn’t affect my Qingyu Garden, especially those ancient Evergreen Trees."

After all, it was the result of decades of effort, a forest spanning tens of thousands of acres.

The future experience of a Druid depends entirely on them.

"What should we do?"

Disciples like Dong Mei’er were startled awake. Seeing the scene before them, they were frozen with fear.

They could never imagine that the mountain gate of Qingmu Ridge could be attacked one day!

Aiyaa!

The playhouse was brightly lit, and a sharp female voice sounded: "West River Moon, for whom do you grieve... Looking at the window, people are haggard..."

One vivid shadow puppet after another emerged from the playhouse.

Whizz, whizz!

From the direction of Qingmu Ridge, several Yang God True Persons appeared, watching the scene and displaying their divine skills.

Whoosh, whoosh!

In the night sky, a violent wind suddenly rose.

On Qingmu Ridge, one Evergreen Tree after another shimmered with emerald light, shooting skyward, transforming into strange weaponry.

Knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks...

The divine weapons, charged with indescribable divine power, attacked the playhouse, piercing one shadow puppet after another.

"Divine Skill—All Plants as Soldiers?"

From within the playhouse came a gender-ambiguous voice of Zhen Lian True Person.

Furthermore, around Qingmu Ridge, the soil split open, and numerous Erlang’s infantry emerged, entwining with the invading Blood Shadow disciples.

"Hee hee... How do you like my shadow puppet play?"

Zhen Lian True Person chuckled lightly, and from the playhouse walked out a strangely handsome, bronze-skinned man.

He roared, and suddenly numerous flames appeared in the sky, which the wind instantly ignited, setting the Erlang’s infantry ablaze.

Not a single cry escaped from the Erlang’s infantry before they turned to ashes.

Divine Skill—Wind Stokes Fire!

"Zhen Lian... You’ve actually advanced to the Post Realm of Yang God, and peeled off a complete divine skill from a True Person’s skin."

In Qingmu Ridge, a Yang God True Person had a face full of dread.

Yet Zhen Lian True Person was only one of the invading True Persons.

In another direction, countless paper money tumbled in the void, revealing a Paper House Cave, from which a torrent of papermen and soldiers emerged, transforming into an ocean as white as snow.

The grand military force charged directly towards the core of Qingmu Ridge.

This was the final battle between the ten righteous and evil sects!

From the start, the intensity reached a horrifying level.

But Fang Xing keenly sensed something amiss.

"Hmm? There hasn’t been a clash involving the Yang God True Monarch?"

"The foundations of the ten righteous and evil sects are supposed to include one or two Yang God True Monarchs, aren’t they?"

"It seems this battle was destined for us all to be mere fodder."

Fang Xing looked towards the direction of the playhouse.

Even that Realman Xi Lian was merely a pawn.

’I don’t need to stand out, just act normally. Showing power now is courting death...’

Fang Xing transformed into a streak of green light, activating the Array Formation Token in his hand.

Layers of hazy emerald shadows sealed the mouth of the valley.

"Everyone, prepare for battle."

He called out softly, causing the expressions of Dong Mei’er and the other disciples to become extremely solemn as they gripped their Magic Artifacts tightly.

In truth, this Qingyu Garden had nothing much of value; those who would covet those hundred-year-old Spiritual Medicines were likely only a few Dao Foundation cultivators.

Fang Xing wasn’t worried at all, and as to how many of these disciples would survive, that was up to fate.

Rumble!

At the mouth of the valley, shadows of trees swayed and finally shattered loudly as several figures rushed in.

Shadow Puppets and Papermen of the Qi Sensing Realm descended from the sky.

"Kill!"

As disciples of the sect, Meng Tiandong, Dong Mei’er, and others had no option but to tremble as they advanced.

"Verdant Flourish!"

Fang Xing unveiled the aura of a Dao Foundation Middle Realm cultivator, as tree shadows swayed around him in protection.

Then, a Paper General of the Dao Foundation Post Realm charged out on horseback, sweeping horizontally with a spear.

Thud thud!

Several streaks of light immediately retreated, with one person even coughing up blood: "Damn it, as expected, trained in the Paper Folding Skill and refined to the Dao Foundation Post Realm..."

If it were a puppet of the Dao Foundation Post Realm, they might covet it, but as for Papermen, which lose much of their strength once away from their master, the Demon Path Dao Foundation weren’t interested.

"Indeed, this Qingyu Garden is a tough nut to crack—poor and aggressive, with no spoils unless the millennium-old Evergreen Tree is destroyed for some sect contribution..."

One of the Demon Path’s Foundation Establishment cultivators’ eyes turned, donning a strange Demon Beast Skin and burrowing underground: "Hold them here, I’m heading for the Shennong Hall first."

Compared to this unyielding barren piece, clearly, Shennong Hall was the richer prize.

"Hmph, the Shadow Puppet sect is utterly shameless."

Seeing this, several Dao Foundation cultivators of the Paper Folding sect retreated as they battled and soon withdrew from the valley.

At this moment, Fang Xing waved his hand nonchalantly, and a rain of wooden spikes fell, clearing the Qi Sensing rabble on the ground.

The original disciples of the Medicine Garden had shockingly already lost over half.

Meng Tiandong was without an arm, and Dong Mei’er’s robes were stained with blood: "Did we... win?"

"This was just the first wave..."

Fang Xing shook his head: "There are at least a few more waves, huh?"

His gaze shifted to see a streak of green tunneling light flying in, pursued by several assailants, astonishingly, it was Fei Yong.

’This jerk, he’s screwing me over!’

’Others screw their dads, he screws his grandpa!’

Fang Xing was speechless but still commanded the Paper General, which waved its banners and charged on horseback into the void to intercept...

...

Inside Shennong Hall.

"Quickly, go!"

Fei Changnong spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood, retreating with Senior Sister Hong while fighting: "The medicine storages are behind the hall entrance. Why do you pursue so relentlessly?"

"Heh heh... Who doesn’t know you’re the Vice Hall Master of Shennong Hall, carrying thousand-year or even ten-thousand-year treasures?"

In the darkness, several ghostly shadows laughed, each possessing Dao Foundation Post Realm strength.

The Dao Foundation Middle and Post Realm may seem just a small gap, but within the cultivation system of the Outer World, it signifies the vast chasm between having two Fake Divine Skills versus one!

"I never thought... I’d be pushed to this point, too."

Fei Changnong gave a bitter smile, glancing at Senior Sister Hong: "Remember, survive..."

He swiftly retrieved a scarlet Elixir, swallowing it down.

In a flash, a Divine Skill surged like flames meeting dry wood, burning fiercely.

"Life-Stealing Crazed Demon Elixir?! No..."

Senior Sister Hong cried out in despair, watching as from Fei Changnong’s body, vines emerged, blazing with flames at their tips like torches, obstructing the pursuing enemies...

...

High above.

Two immense Divine Thoughts, akin to blazing suns, quietly observed the scenes of sorrow and parting in Qingmu Ridge.

"Heh heh... Old Ghost of Qingmu, according to our agreement, with the Blood Shadow Sect’s cultivators reaching the Ancestral Hall, you’ve lost."

A thin voice rang out: "Do you admit it?"

"I admit, of course."

The Divine Thought of Old Ghost of Qingmu responded calmly: "If the Killing Life Sect comes south, let them come find me... It’s just that I uphold the rules of the ten righteous and evil sects, but whether the Killing Life Sect adheres, who knows, heh heh..."