Stealthily cultivating in the chaotic world of demons and martial artists-Chapter 93 - 92 Breaking The Sword in Anger (Seeking
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“Comrade Xuimu…”
Gazing at these two uninvited malicious guests, Fang Xi then turned to look at Xiumu.
“Alas…”
Xiumu sighed and stepped forward to greet them, “Mo Sir, Mr. Feng… from where does the wind blow to bring both of you here?”
“Haha, well said, well said. Since we became enforcers at Mirror Moon Lake, we naturally have to take responsibility for the security of the entire Peach Blossom Island. Today, there are many people here; we must naturally come to verify everyone’s identity, lest Demon Cultivators infiltrate among us.”
Feng Man Building also disembarked from the flying boat, speaking righteously.
These family cultivators and the individual cultivators occupying Twin Peaks were inherently not from the same world.
Whenever they encountered each other, there were always some cold sneers and heated derisions.
Fang Xi simply walked aside, paying them no attention.
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After all, his Jadeite Cliff was far away; out of sight, out of mind.
Before long, Wei Yixin and his wife also arrived from West Peak.
Among them, Hua Chanjuan was visibly pregnant.
Fang Xi quickly stepped forward to offer his congratulations, silently calculating how much he should gift when the child was born.
For this banquet hosted by Xiumu, he had given a lower-grade Spirit Stone as a congratulatory gift, which truly wasn’t a small amount!
“Brother Fang, you’re just in time, please, persuade this stubborn ox for me!”
Since becoming pregnant, Hua Chanjuan’s temper became even more fiery, poking Wei Yixin’s forehead with her finger, “I told him to tend the flowers and keep bees properly, but he refuses. After a few sweet words from others, he wants to risk adventure again… How few days of peace have we had?”
“Isn’t this for the sake of our child? I must find some Spiritual Objects to nourish you during pregnancy… After the birth, we still need vitalizing foundation-laying Spiritual Objects. If the child has a Spiritual Root, we must also prepare for their future cultivation endeavors…”
Wei Yixin’s face bore a rare tenderness as he explained softly.
Fang Xi, watching this scene, didn’t want to be force-fed with dog food, so he turned his gaze elsewhere.
After a few words with Mu Wen, Mo Qingyju looked in his direction with eyes full of challenging provocation, speaking loudly, “I heard that with a single person and a single sword, you sliced through a cultivator noble family… Heh, the Lu Family is just what sort of noble family? Mr. Fang, your lower-grade magical Green Barley Sword has gained fame across Peach Blossom Island; would you be willing to let me witness its power?”
His cultivation level had impressively reached the sixth layer of Qi Refining, and he was merely a step away from the seventh layer.
Naturally, he looked down on Fang Xi, who was merely at the fourth layer of Qi Refining and had lately reached the mere fifth layer.
Hearing the other party deliberately emphasize ‘lower-grade magical weapon,’ Fang Xi also let out a self-deprecating smile, “Mo Sir jests. What swordsmanship could we Spirit Farmers have? It’s nothing but haphazard practice, relying on sheer bravery and desperation…”
As he spoke, he took out the Green Barley Sword.
This sword, shaped like a green leaf, was indeed a lower-grade magical weapon, and even somewhat damaged.
Upon seeing this, both Feng Man Building and Mo Qingyju couldn’t help but show scornful expressions.
To still have a lower-grade weapon in the middle phase of Qi Refining…
It’s bad enough that it’s lower-grade, yet it’s even so battered.
Even Mu Wen felt that his own magical weapon was far superior to Fang Xi’s…
“This sword was a gift from a friend, my companion for many years; it’s a pity, a pity…”
Fang Xi held the Green Barley Sword, as if he could see Old Mai’s voice and laughter right in front of him.
It seems almost fated.
With this sword in hand, he finally carved a bloody path to acquire what other Spirit Farmers had pursued their entire lives without success.
Then, his eyes turned cold, pinching the blade between two fingers, “It’s truly a pity…”
With a ‘ping-pong’ sound!
Fang Xi exerted force with his two fingers and surprisingly snapped the Green Barley Sword in half.
Clatter!
The two severed halves of the blade and hilt fell to the ground, making Mo Qingyju’s eyes widen in shock.
“It’s a pity that this sword has a spirit and refuses to bear the humiliation. It chose to break itself!”
Fang Xi cast a cold glance at Mo Qingyju, the chill in his eyes causing the latter’s body to involuntarily stiffen.
He sneered once, then, without paying any more attention to Xiumu and the others, he turned and left.
…
Mo Qingyju stood stunned, Fang Xi’s previous words echoing in his ears—’What swordsmanship could we Spirit Farmers have? It’s nothing but haphazard practice, relying on sheer bravery and desperation…’
Gazing at the two broken halves of the sword, he suddenly realized that if he dared to tamper with the foundation of that individual cultivator, the other party was indeed willing to fight to the death.
“Alas… Mo Sir, don’t you know that Fang Xi is a body cultivator with a second layer of Body Refining?”
It was only then that Feng Man Building slowly commented beside Mo Qingyju.
Although he had relations with the Mo Family, he and Mo Qingyju were rivals, so he felt the need to hinder him a bit, “If you offend this person, Mo Sir, you must always be careful. He’s the kind who would ensure a mutual downfall…”
“You…”
Mo Qingyju glared at Feng Man Building, then gave Mu Wen a glance and left with a flick of the hand.
Seeing this, Feng Man Building’s mouth curved into a slight smile as he followed suit in leaving.
Thus, a banquet ended unhappily.
After Wei Yixin and his wife also departed, Mu Wen approached Xiumu:
“Ancestor, I…”
Slap!
Xiumu reflexively delivered a loud slap to Mu Wen’s face, leaving him dazed.
“Do you know where you went wrong?”
Xiumu’s eyes were reddening with anger. “I had never imagined that because you possessed a superior Spiritual Root since childhood, I and your uncles clenched our teeth and supported you through everything. Whatever others had, you had too… But unexpectedly, we nurtured your arrogance! Unable to discern right from wrong, friend from foe!”
“So you think you’re a young master of a noble family? Born to stand by the Feng Family and Mo Family? No, you are but an Individual Cultivator! Remember how our family was displaced and scattered, and how infrequent our reunions were? Your uncles tilled others’ Spiritual Fields day and night, squeezing even the time meant for meditation… Your mother washed and processed Spirit Silkworm Silk for merchants daily until her hands were nearly raw! And weren’t all these sacrifices to save a few Spirit Crystals to fund your cultivation?”
“Originally, I wanted to keep you by my side and teach you myself, but due to a myriad of trivial matters, I had no choice but to let you cultivate on your own. And this is what you’ve learned?”
Xiumu was frustrated and angry.
Jadeite Cliff should only maintain amicable relations with West Peak, not hostile ones.
Respect is due towards Mirror Moon Lake, but one must remain cautious around the Cultivators from that family!
He had diligently taught his great-grandson before he even ascended the mountain, offering advice face-to-face. Yet now, it all amounted to nothing.
“Great Ancestor… Our family already possesses a Spirit Land as our heritage’s foundation. Why can’t we be considered among the Cultivating Immortal Families in the future?”
Mu Wen still seemed unconvinced.
“You…”
Xiumu was so enraged he went to hit him again, but was firmly held back by several old farmers: “Wen’er is just confused for the moment. More teaching in the future will suffice.”
“What future is left?”
Xiumu kicked over a mahogany table in fury. “I had intended to plead with Mr. Fang on your behalf to let you all work in his Spiritual Field, maybe earning you a few extra Spirit Stones each year. Now it’s all ruined!”
The old farmers exchanged glances, their faces falling.
…
“After this fallout, both sides should probably bother me less, right?”
Fang Xi, with his hands clasped behind his back, rode his Black Cloud Cap towards Jadeite Cliff.
The Green Barley Sword was indeed of sentimental value to him, after all, it was his first Talisman, costing him more than two Spirit Stones!
Well, actually, it was just that…
Seeing Mo Qingyju provoke him today, he casually used the sword as a prop to turn against them, feeling it was well worth it.
‘From today on, my name will surely spread throughout Peach Blossom Island as someone who draws his sword in anger and sheathes it just the same, mercurial and solitary, and few would dare befriend me…’
‘Back to farming!’
Upon returning to Jadeite Cliff, Fang Xi first inspected the growth of the Red Blood Spirit Seedlings, then began meticulously surveying the terrain, preparing to set up the ‘Little Cloud Rain Array’ in the future.
This was also a process of cultivating his knowledge of arrays.
…
The setting sun cast golden light across the sky.
Holding a compass, Fang Xi walked near his courtyard, “Arrays have Life Sects, Death Gates, Array Eyes… The Array Eye must be placed in my own home. With the spiritual energy of this Spiritual Vein, maintaining the Little Cloud Rain Array at low consumption shouldn’t be a problem. It can even be set to ‘Gathering Spirit’ mode… If I limit its scope to just the Cultivation Room, enhancing the spiritual energy within to one order lower-grade shouldn’t be difficult…”
After recording the measurements in a jade slip, Fang Xi decided that, after the autumn harvest, he would start working on this project.
He was about to go to the lake to catch a fish for dinner when he suddenly looked up, sensing something.
Amongst the sunset clouds, a flower basket gently descended with the sudden tinkle of silver bells.
“Greetings, Island Master!”
Upon seeing Ruan Xingling arrive, Fang Xi promptly bowed in salute.
“I heard about what happened today…”
Ruan Xingling’s expression was calm. “The Green Barley Sword has been repossessed. I can forge a new one for you…”
Although her policy was to balance internal and external influences, she also needed to mitigate conflicts and routinely garner favor.
“Thank you, Island Master, but in this life, I only wish to turn swords into ploughs and have no more desire for conflict…”
Fang Xi bowed and said earnestly, “If the Island Master is willing to help me, there is indeed one matter for which I’d like to ask for your assistance.”
“Speak!”
Ruan Xingling immediately showed a hint of interest.
“I am in need of a mobile Talisman. Fortunately, I have procured some materials and humbly request the Island Master’s help in forging it.”
With a pat on his Storage Bag, a pair of immense Monster Bird wings and a copious amount of feathers appeared.
“Is this… the wing bones and feathers of a first-order high-grade Monster Bird?” Ruan Xingling examined the materials with eyes that shone brightly. “Are these for me?”
“Exactly!”
Fang Xi, of course, would not hand over the more precious Snake Dragon materials to Ruan Xingling at this stage. After all, she was only a mid-grade, first-order Talisman forger. What if something went wrong?
It was better to start with these Monster Bird materials to test the waters, especially since he had wanted to replace his Black Cloud Cap for a long time.
“Did you obtain this opportunity from Green Bamboo Mountain Market as well?”
Ruan Xingling pondered, taking the materials in hand.
“Island Master?”
Fang Xi looked up sharply, only to hear Ruan Xingling speak indifferently, “Since you are my guest, naturally I had to do some investigating. The people I sent to Green Bamboo Mountain Market have returned. Your appearance, background, and origins are all quite clear. During those two years you vanished, your cultivation improved greatly – must’ve been from the ruins of Green Bamboo Mountain Market, right?”
‘This woman actually thinks I went to loot the market? Am I that kind of person?’
Fang Xi rolled his eyes inwardly, but a bitter smile appeared on his face, as if to say you know the truth, Island Master.
“We’ve been through hardships together, and though we needn’t be completely transparent with each other, I can make you a promise—If you stay loyal to me, I will never fail you!”
As Ruan Xingling’s flower basket carried her away, her final words reached Fang Xi’s ears, “Just to let you know… I’ve already become a first-order high-grade Talisman forger!”
