Stealthily cultivating in the chaotic world of demons and martial artists
Chapter 773 - 701: He Transforms Everything_1

Chapter 773: Chapter 701: He Transforms Everything_1

"Xiao Chong, what are you looking at?"

"How many times have I told you? It’s different now than before, the less you go out, the less danger you face!"

Behind the chubby little boy, a woman in her thirties, dressed in a red robe and looking exceptionally fierce, emerged.

She grabbed Xiao Chong’s ear, scolded him a few times, and her eyes occasionally glanced towards Fang Xi’s hillside.

Upon seeing the massive black Flying Sword the size of a door panel, her face slightly changed color, and she pulled Xiao Chong into the house, where the sound of spanking echoed loudly.

"Mom, why are you hitting me?"

Xiao Chong, rubbing his reddened bottom, had a face full of grievance.

"You’ve recently started Qi Refining and are about to become a Cultivator. If you don’t shine your ’sign’ a bit brighter, I’m afraid you won’t survive..."

The voluptuous woman sighed, "Didn’t you see that person’s Flying Sword? Its color pure black, like crystal, and extremely sharp. It’s probably forged from ’Obsidian Crystal’, a material barely qualified even for crafting low-level treasures... A Flying Sword made from Obsidian Crystal is definitely owned by a ruthless Foundation Establishment Cultivator! Nowadays in the market, aside from the Thunderfire Hall and the Brahma Heaven Gang, no one dares to provoke him..."

"Mom, I want to be a Cultivator that no one dares to mess with like him!"

Xiao Chong’s eyes shone.

Smack!

His answer was a serving of stir-fried bamboo shoots and meat. The woman cursed angrily, "You little rascal, at such a young age you’re not learning good things, is that blood-stained life the one you should look up to?"

"But... all of us Cultivators have to fight. Otherwise, people will just bully us."

Xiao Chong’s voice was low.

The woman looked startled by his words and her eyes turned red too. She hugged Xiao Chong and began to cry, "Why is our life so hard..."

...

Fang Xi’s Divine Consciousness withdrew, feeling some pity for the orphan and widow.

They had been living well in the Flame Fire Domain, but for some reason, they had been brought here to reclaim wasteland.

It was one thing to reclaim land, but to end up stranded on an isolated island and frequently face life and death crises.

If it was a common mortal instead of a Cultivator, they would probably have died or gone mad already...

But now, his own affairs were more pressing.

He sat cross-legged, silently recalling the Divine Skills and Secret Skills from the "Self-Transforming Heavenly Sovereign Commanding Ten Thousand Spirits True Demon Skill," focusing on the Returning to Emptiness Chapter.

This Demon Skill had endless aftereffects, but its power was truly not weak, and it was rather simple to learn.

The previously used Item Transforming Secret Skill that turned Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy into Wild Beasts was particularly useful.

After silently contemplating the Secret Skill and Divine Skill he would soon cultivate, Fang Xi patted his Storage Bag and took out several items.

Included among them was the Inner Core of the Mix Burning Snake and a stack of ’Wanmin Paper’ along with writing brush and inkstone...

"The Inner Core of the Thousand Claw Beast was taken by its main body. As for talisman paper? In the Earth Immortal Spiritual Realm, the regular production of ’Golden Cicada Shedding’ might be better than Wanmin Paper..."

Fang Xi toyed with the Inner Core but hadn’t yet decided how to refine it, so he put it away and began cutting the Wanmin Paper.

He cut it into talisman-sized pieces that could now be used to make talismans.

He first drank a cup of Spiritual Tea, then began grinding ink with a calm heart before lifting the vermilion brush...

Early morning.

Fang Xi looked at the burning Wanmin Paper before him and sighed slightly, "As expected, Wanmin Paper can’t carry the Dragon Chapter Script, can it?

"Only materials containing the Power of Time and Space can carry the Dragon Chapter Script Talisman... This is truly extremely rare."

"This batch of top-tier paper can only be used to make Phoenix Seal Script Talisman."

As he pondered, his brow suddenly furrowed.

Knocking echoed from outside.

He walked over, opened the door, and saw a rich-looking Cultivator.

His cultivation seemed to be in the beginning stages of Foundation Establishment. His Divine Consciousness, habitually sweeping across the area, could not detect anything odd about this small Dongfu. Startled by Fang Xi’s later-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, the Cultivator bowed and said, "Sir, I am a steward of the Sky Brahman Gang. I wanted to inform you that the eastern city’s flower streets, willow alleys, and residential areas are under our Sky Brahman Gang’s territory... "

’So he’s come to collect protection money?’

Fang Xi couldn’t help but silently laugh, giving a fierce stare, "So what?"

The steward stepped back a few paces, his complexion turning a bit pale, "I’m here just to notify the Sir, please abide by the rules of the Sky Brahman Gang... As for rent, we don’t collect it from the Gang."

"I see..."

Fang Xi nodded, "I understand now..."

"That’s good."

The steward took a few steps back, came to the widow’s door, and kicked it hard: "Widow Liang, your protection fee for this month is due!"

’Alright, so it’s not rent, it’s protection money...’

’Is the gang so typically inclined to bullying the weak and fearing the strong? Or is it because they’re unsure about my background and dare not act rashly?’

Fang Xi leaned against the doorframe, watching the steward collect a mid-grade Spirit Stone as a protection fee.

Interestingly, at the quarters of the recuperating Nascent Soul, the steward made a cursory excuse for a chat and then took his leave.

The Nascent Soul revealed cultivation around mid-stage Foundation Establishment and was an alchemist!

No wonder he received preferential treatment.

’Either be strong or have a unique skill; otherwise... on what basis do you receive any leniency?’

Fang Xi thought to himself in critique and set up an iron pot, beginning to cook snake soup.

He had cut a good deal of meat from the Mix Burning Snake, all choice cuts.

Now, using the culinary arts of a Spiritual Chef and with various spices, along with well-prepared pieces of snake meat, he started to simmer on low heat.

After several hours, the soup took on a pure white color, and a rich fragrance began to spread.