Star Sky Professional
Chapter 707 - 605 Tomb

Chapter 707: Chapter 605 Tomb

’The sect has truly bled this time.’

As he walked out of the Ancestral Hall, Fang Xing glanced at those Disciples without the privilege to discuss, but who had clearly caught wind of the news and were significantly more excited, and he thought to himself.

Previously, even internal disciples at Qingmu Ridge were divided into different ranks.

For instance, as an outsider Loose Cultivator with a Dao Foundation, he could only exchange for the Fundamental Diagram of the Divine Skill of ’Erlang’s infantry,’ dreaming of ’Flesh Tuft’ was almost impossible.

It was only during wartime, with some rule leniency and Fei Changnong’s help, by purchasing at increased costs, that he managed to barely succeed.

And now, the exchange list treats all equally; regardless of insider or outsider, as long as the battle merits are enough, they can exchange.

’Truth be told, there were signs before, now it’s merely officially acknowledged.’

’After experiencing such a sect extermination disaster, dividing inner and outer circles would only chill hearts pointlessly...’

The Qi Sensing Disciples cheered excitedly upon seeing a large number of Dao Foundation Pills open for exchange.

Meanwhile, the Dao Foundation Cultivators were thrilled and lost at the prospect of acquiring ’Divine Skill Pills.’

’This is the saying, people die for wealth and birds for food...’

’Even knowing the great edifice is about to collapse, yet with generous rewards, all are once again loyally brave...’

Fang Xing watched these scenes with great interest: ’Just like the game of passing the flower, everyone knows the last stick is dangerous, but they all gamble not to be the last one...’

Although he had a slight interest in the ’Divine Skill Pills,’ he was not preparing to act.

After all, with Fang Xing’s talent, he already gathered two Fake Divine Skills by now.

Through comprehending ’Flesh Tuft’ and ’Lush Verdant,’ he discovered the method of Divine Skill fusion, achieving ’Flesh Derivation’ Divine Skill. It may not happen instantly, but it’s exceedingly simple.

’I am, after all, a True Immortal reincarnate. Although the Spirit Root Flow on the Immortal Path I walked before is completely different from this world’s cultivation path, breaking through a Realm isn’t difficult with complete cultivation techniques... After all, the three thousand Dao all lead to the same destination.’

While pondering, Fei Changnong and Sister Hong also came out.

Yet, at this moment, they looked more like a father and daughter duo, or even a grandparent and grandchild pair, rather than Dao Companions.

Fei Changnong, looking rather ashen, cupped his hands towards Fang Xing, showing no interest in talking further, and went off by himself.

Fang Xing chuckled softly and returned to Qingyu Garden.

Speaking realistically, many Dao Foundation Cultivators died in battle recently, leaving numerous vacant positions.

If he wanted to transfer, it was just a matter of saying a word, and even the Vice Hall Master of Shennong Hall could be considered.

But Fang Xing wasn’t interested at all and chose to continue farming in Qingyu Garden.

"Next... focus entirely on planting the Evergreen Tree, aiming to fill the valley with them."

"Thus, my promotion speed can also be somewhat faster."

Fang Xing silently made plans while looking at Qingyu Valley.

After reaching Level 15 Druid, his [Tree Shepherd] talent also strengthened, gaining more experience in tree planting.

Otherwise, as Druids advance, more experience is needed, truly not an easy gap to fill.

At this time, Fang Xing could almost be considered in control, able to do anything he wanted within Qingyu Garden.

"Steward Martial Uncle..."

Meng Tiandong flew over respectfully and asked, "The graves of the deceased disciples have been built, would you like to go see them..."

"Fine, let’s go take a look."

Fang Xing followed Meng Tiandong to a corner of the Medicine Garden, where several graves were seen.

Among them was Dong Mei’er’s.

Although this woman endured the initial rounds, she fell in the last darkness before dawn.

In contrast, the two veteran Spiritual Farmers, Meng Tiandong and Yu Santian, were rather astute, avoiding catastrophe.

Still, Meng Tiandong lost an arm in the process.

Fang Xing pondered for a moment and gathered the Medicine Garden Disciples: "Although you people had little merit, you have indeed worked hard... Now that the sect is generously rewarding contributions, I can take responsibility for giving you a ’Dao Foundation Pill.’ But who it’s awarded to later depends on each of your efforts."

For Dao Foundation Cultivators, although the Dao Foundation Pill is precious, it’s not unattainable.

On the exchange list, as long as there’s the battle merit of killing an Initial Realm Dao Foundation, it can be exchanged.

Since Fang Xing had no use for the battle merit, he didn’t mind using it to boost the disciples’ enthusiasm casually.

After all, losing so many companions earlier, anyone would overthink, leading to some psychological issues.

Indeed, upon hearing this, everyone seemed as if they were injected with chicken blood (extra motivated).

Even old ones like Meng Tiandong and Yu Santian, clearly past their prime, due to Fang Xing’s promise of leaving the Dao Foundation Pill for their younger disciples, were all charged with determination, starting to plant trees...

...

Knowing that post-war, too many had died in the sect, leading to a decrease in demand for all kinds of Spiritual Medicine.

Fang Xing didn’t bother cultivating any hundred-year-old Spiritual Medicine painstakingly.

In a trance-like state, yet another cycle of spring and autumn passed.

This day.

Fang Xing took out a bottle of homemade fruit wine, celebrating his eighty-fifth birthday.

Suddenly sensing something, he looked towards the valley entrance.

Only to see an old man with white hair flying towards him: it was Fei Changnong!

"Brother Fei, are you here for inventory of Spiritual Medicine?"

Fang Xing went to greet him, smiling and asking.

"Indeed, but Junior Brother should be prepared, there’s likely little merit this time..."

Fei Changnong carried the aura of an old and dying man, seemingly at the end of his years.

Fang Xing didn’t say much, letting the equally elderly Meng Tiandong bring the lowest quota of Spiritual Medicine.

"Hmm... this should be worth five hundred merit."

Fei Changnong tallied up the counts and glanced thoughtfully at Fang Xing.

This junior brother obviously understood the situation and didn’t exert too much effort.

Instead, the surrounding Evergreen Trees almost enclosed the entire Medicine Garden.

He once had some doubts about this junior brother’s motives.

But now it seems, is he merely here to plant trees?

’Sigh... Junior Brother Fang may be practicing the Paper Folding Skill, but in the future, who will see the other off is still uncertain.’

Fei Changnong sighed inwardly and began discussing the Three Extremes Pass and the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty with Fang Xing.

It can be said that since the last major defeat, the Killing Life Sect has been like a great boulder hanging over the hearts of all the Qingmu Ridge disciples, not knowing when it would crash down.

Fang Xing watched Fei Changnong leave, knowing that the next one to come collect spiritual medicine would likely not be him.

He turned and looked at Meng Tiandong: "This time, we’ve gained so little in contribution, do you have any complaints?"

Meng Tiandong looked already very old, using his remaining arm to salute: "This old man is already halfway buried in the yellow earth, why care about such external matters?"

"Moreover, during the previous great calamity within the sect, it was Steward Uncle who saved my life. This old man only wishes to do some things for Steward Uncle in my remaining years, to repay a bit, and that alone is enough..."

"Hmm."

Fang Xing nodded: "You mentioned you would like to spend your final years in this garden, so choose your burial plot somewhere within the Medicine Garden."

"Yes, thank you, Steward Uncle."

Meng Tiandong hurriedly saluted.

He was an elder of Qingyu Garden and truly had deep feelings for this place.

Being buried here would indeed be nice.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a jade bottle was thrown in front of him.

"This Dao Foundation Pill is yours to allocate. Whether you leave it for your descendants or disciples or give it to other junior brothers and sisters, it’s up to you..."

Fang Xing waved his hand, signaling Meng Tiandong not to disturb him, as he prepared to enter the wooden house to cultivate diligently, striving to perfect his Divine Skills in one go.

...

Spring passed and autumn came.

Time passed year by year.

Poison Dragon Slope, Qingli Swamp, and Qingmu Ridge remained as they always were.

The Killing Life Sect claimed it would come, but like the boy who cried wolf, it never showed up...

It was said that they pretended to be weak to set a trap and even dealt a masterstroke against the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, immediately promoting a Yang God True Monarch on the spot.

The news left the righteous and evil top ten sects of the Outer World, especially the Qingmu Ridge disciples, with very complex feelings.

At first, they were so scared by a mere message that they began fighting among themselves, almost ready to make sacrifices at any cost to fend off the tiger.

But in the end, the Killing Life Sect still held no interest in the Outer World and insisted on hard conflict with the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty.

This made the sects of the Outer World seem like a joke.

The Qingmu Ridge disciples, apart from feeling some shame, mostly felt relief.

If the Killing Life Sect was not coming, they could cultivate and live as usual... still the lofty disciples of the top ten sects!

Qingyu Garden.

Inside the treehouse.

"This Killing Life Sect, how interesting..."

Fang Xing sat cross-legged, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The reason he could remain unperturbed was naturally because of his astonishing strength.

Even if Qingmu Ridge was attacked, he could definitely make it out.

No rush at this time, hence focusing on cultivation.

"The reason why a Fake Divine Skill is fake is that the Secret Pattern of Divine Skills is incomplete..."

"And the compatible Fake Divine Skills can complement each other, together forming a Divine Skill Talisman..."

"A Divine Skill Talisman is unstable, after all, it is merely a two-dimensional structure and needs to form a three-dimensional ’seed’ shape to become a ’Divine Skill Seed’, thus stabilizing."

"This Divine Skill Seed is what is generally referred to as the Golden Core."

Fang Xing’s internal vision turned to his Dantian, seeing his Dao Foundation suddenly transform, its shadowy trees faintly forming the shape of a Divine Skill Talisman.

At this point, it could already be considered a quasi-Yin God True Person.

Next, he only needed to slowly refine the Divine Skill Seed, and then a breakthrough would be as natural as water flowing.

"Although the path of cultivation in this world is unique, once the foundation is complete, the cultivation progress accelerates..."

"The basics may vary, but at the higher levels, it essentially remains unchanged."

Fang Xing stepped out of the treehouse, embracing a ray of sunlight, quietly contemplating:

"After reaching the Yin God True Person, naturally the next step is to transform a thought into pure Yang... and thus advance to a Yang God True Monarch!"

"As for beyond the Yang God True Monarch? It seems one must take a different path..."

"This mortal realm has certain limitations... Yang God True Monarch might not be the limit, but anything further is nearly so..."

He looked at the firmament above, pondering the various legends of the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty.

In the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, local City Gods, known as ’Earth Deities’, if not counting the Yin soldiers and Yin generals, their power was comparable to that of a Dao Foundation or Yin God True Person.

Whereas true ’Divine Beings’ would ascend to the ’Heavenly Court’, heading to some outer plane closely connected to the mortal realm yet more advanced.

Reflecting on this, he found himself unconsciously standing before a tombstone.

This was the grave of Meng Tiandong.