The days of cultivation are very boring. A trickle of water, converging into a river, and finally becoming an ocean. How could it be easy?
The simplest logic is that rice must be eaten bite by bite. How could one go from eating a mouthful of rice to becoming a fatty? Fang Xing was like this. He originally thought that he would be able to break through to the second level of spirit formation very soon. However, after a month of cultivation, he was still stuck at this bottleneck. He felt that there seemed to be some kind of barrier in the middle, causing him to be unable to spread his spiritual energy throughout his body.
It was a very helpless feeling. He was obviously only a step away, but he just couldn't break through that step.
However, in these few days, a big event happened among the outer disciples of Blue Cloud Sect, attracting everyone's attention.
It was said that an outer disciple named Hou Qing went to Rosy Valley to visit a female disciple. The two seemed to be old acquaintances. However, when he reached the entrance of Rosy Valley, he was stopped by three disciples of the third level of spirit formation. The three saw that he was alone and had a new face. His clothes were gorgeous and he had an extraordinary jade pendant on his waist, so they thought of blackmailing him.
Hou Qing didn't say a word. With a smile on his face, his sword left no traces. After defeating the three people, he flicked his sleeves and left.
For a moment, all the outer disciples were shocked.
The person named Hou Qing was an outer disciple who entered the sect together with them. In less than six months, he already had the cultivation to defeat three disciples of the third level of spirit formation?
In a short period of time, Hou Qing's name shook the world and became the head of the outer disciples of Blue Cloud Sect.
There were even people who asserted that Hou Qing would break through to the fourth level of spirit formation within a year and become an inner disciple of Blue Cloud Sect.
"Hou Qing, is he the one who caught me?"
After the fat daoist mentioned this person, Fang Xing suddenly remembered and looked at the fat daoist with evil intentions. "I remember that your relationship with him was not bad. You even saved him from the pain of queuing and helped him register in advance … …"
Being stared at by him, the fat Daoist was instantly flustered. He hurriedly smiled and said, "Junior Brother Fang, don't laugh at me. How can I befriend someone of my status? At that time, outside the mountain gate, he was very polite to me, but once he entered the mountain gate, he completely changed. Not long ago, I met him in the Miscellaneous Affairs Department, and when I greeted him with a smiling face, he didn't even look me in the eye … "
"From your tone, it seems that if someone looks at you, you'll obediently go and flatter them?"
Fang Xing looked at the fat Daoist in disdain. The fat Daoist smiled embarrassedly and raised his bowl to drink.
"That bastard helped you catch me and even kicked Xiao Man. If I meet him, I'll definitely kill him …"
Fang Xing cursed angrily, his eyes blazing.
The fat Daoist was shocked and hurriedly comforted him with a smile. He thought to himself that this fellow was too vengeful despite his young age.
"Junior Brother Fang, don't be angry. If you're still angry about what happened at the mountain gate, then beat me up to vent your anger. However, you can't offend that person …"
Fang Xing jumped up and shouted, "You think I don't dare …"
He only stopped after angrily kicking the fat Daoist twice. The fat Daoist also smiled and didn't mind. After four months of acquaintance, he could be considered to have understood Fang Xing. Even though he was ruthless and daring, he wasn't like a mad dog that would bite anyone it caught. Although he was young, he was very loyal. Back then, he gave him two spirit stones without even thinking. This wasn't something that anyone could bear to do.
After eating and drinking his fill, Fang Xing chased the fat Daoist out and seized the time to continue cultivating.
For some reason, after hearing about Hou Qing's deeds, there was a nest of fire in his heart.
"I've already cultivated with spirit stones for four months and used up a total of twelve spirit stones, but I still can't break through to the second level of true qi. That bastard Hou Qing is about to break through to the fourth level of true qi. Comparing oneself to others is really infuriating. Could it be that I'm really an idiot in cultivation? No, how can this young master be so much worse than that bastard? Today, I must break through to the second level of true qi! "
With this resentment in his heart, Fang Xing took out the thirteenth spirit stone.
Breathing in and regulating his breathing, the spirit energy and the spirit stone drew each other and bits of spirit energy gradually seeped into his meridians.
Very soon, the same situation occurred again. Every time the spirit energy wanted to spread throughout his body, there would be a trace of uncontrollable situation. In the end, the spirit energy would overflow and he would fail to break through to the second level. However, this time, Fang Xing was determined and slowly understood the rules of the overflowing spirit energy. When the next attack was about to arrive, his body suddenly trembled and the speed at which he circulated his spirit energy suddenly increased.
The result of this was that the absorption speed from the spirit stone suddenly increased and large amounts of spirit energy flowed into his body.
People have a certain amount of food. If they ate too much, they would choke.
Spirit energy cultivation was about the same. Fang Xing felt like he was choking with this mouthful and his meridians were in severe pain.
However, he forcefully endured the pain and used the might of the spirit energy in his body to attack the invisible barrier.
Bang …
Suddenly, something in his brain seemed to break open and a cool feeling spread throughout his body.
This feeling was very strange. If his body was hot, it would feel refreshing and pleasant. If his body was in an incomparably cold state, it would feel warm and extremely comfortable. This was the magical effect of spirit energy.
"I finally broke through!"
Fang Xing muttered in his heart. He finally broke through the barrier of the second level of Spirit Formation and his entire body was filled with spirit energy.
Now, with just a thought, the spirit energy could reach every part of his body. Although it was not enough to defend against all injuries, if there was any injury, he could immediately transfer the spirit energy to the wound to nourish it. If necessary, he could even use the spirit energy to forcefully close the wound to prevent blood from flowing out and consume too much of his physical strength …
At that time, after Senior Brother Liu was stabbed, he wanted to do this. However, Fang Xing immediately punched his wound and dispersed his spirit energy. That Senior Brother Liu lost his breath and found it hard to gather spirit energy again.
In order to break through to the second stage of cultivation, Fang Xing took another risk. Fortunately, he succeeded. If he had not succeeded, his meridians would have been damaged, and it would have taken him at least ten days to half a month to recover.
However, this was also his personality. Although he was ruthless to others, he was also willing to hurt himself.
"Let's try the Nine Serpent Golden Flame Sword again!"
Fang Xing was a little happy. He stopped cultivating and took out the Nine Serpent Golden Flame Sword. However, after trying it out, he found that the situation did not change much. Although he could barely control the Nine Serpent Golden Flame Sword to unleash a full attack, the remaining spirit energy in his body was not much. He could not unleash a second attack and even felt dizzy.
Fang Xing put away the Nine Serpent Golden Flame Sword and thought carefully. Very quickly, he sorted out his thoughts. First, his cultivation was indeed too low. Second, the grade of the Nine Serpent Golden Flame Sword was too high. The amount of spirit energy needed to control it was much higher than that of a normal flying sword. In other words, it was best for him to continue keeping the Nine Serpent Golden Flame Sword and find a way to find a normal flying sword …
"There are strict rules in the Dao Sect that forbids stealing other people's flying swords. What should I do?"
Fang Xing pondered for a while. Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he thought of a good place. "That damn fatty said that the Phantom Market has opened again. Last time, I saw many people take out flying swords. Last time, I only took the best one. It was a sin …"
He quickly made up his mind to go to the Phantom Market again.
He asked the fat Taoist about the opening time of the Phantom Market so that Fang Xing could make preparations.
After the fat Taoist told him, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He looked at him suspiciously and thought to himself. The last time he asked about the Phantom Market, he heard that a strange thing happened there. A disciple from a good family was robbed and became a pauper. After that, this guy was well-behaved for a period of time. Now, he was asking about the Phantom Market again. Could it be that the previous incident was actually …
Fang Xing noticed the fat Taoist's gaze and said fiercely, "What are you looking at? Do you believe that I won't dig your eyes out?"
The fat Taoist chuckled and quickly said that it was nothing.
However, he quickly rejected the idea in his heart. Although this kid was extremely daring, he probably wouldn't dare to do such a thing. Moreover, someone said that the person who did it was a skinny adult …
Coincidentally, on that very night, the Ghost Market opened. Fang Xing got the fat Daoist drunk early in the morning and then chased him away.
The fat Taoist had always been impressed by Fang Xing's alcohol tolerance. He firmly believed that an eleven-year-old kid could have such an amazing alcohol tolerance. However, Fang Xing scoffed at the fat Taoist. How could this damn fatty compare to him?
He had been soaked in a wine vat since he was young!
If it was about other abilities, he wouldn't dare to boast. However, when it came to alcohol tolerance, even ten damn fatties couldn't do it!
After sending the fat Taoist away, Du Fang took out the Thousand Luo Ghost Mask and wore it on his face. He changed his appearance and left the valley.
The Phantom Market was still in a valley more than ten miles away from the Taoist Sect. This distance was specially chosen by the organizers of the Phantom Market. After all, the Phantom Market was forbidden by the Taoist Sect. If it was too close to the Taoist Sect, they wouldn't feel at ease. However, there were many demons and monsters deep in the mountains. With the cultivation of outer sect disciples like them, they couldn't go too deep into the mountains. Therefore, they chose a range of ten miles away from the Taoist Sect.
According to the information, Fang Xing came to this area and quickly found the location of the Phantom Market.
It's really too obvious, because there are actually eight people in charge of the Ghost City's defense this time, and they have a cautious and capable appearance.
Fang Xing laughed in his heart. It was probably because of what he did last time that everyone who organized the Phantom Market had learned to be smart.
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