The departure date was set to be three days later. Fang Xing hid in the Hundred Beasts Sect for the time being and waited to depart.
During this period of time, he had not been idle. He had inquired about all the news about the Old Man Huqin and found that this old man was quite a legend. It was said that he started from a humble background. He was originally an old man who walked the streets and performed as a street performer. He was poor for half of his life and accomplished nothing. However, when he was 60 years old, he accidentally obtained the inheritance of a rogue cultivator and since then he stepped onto the path of cultivation.
He was an old man who was already over fifty years old. He had no foundation, no resources, and no master to guide him. However, he relied on the middle-grade cultivation method left behind by the wandering cultivator to cultivate. He rose to the sky and became famous in the Chu Region. Later, he entered the Ice Sound Palace as a Foundation Establishment Cultivator and slayed demons. His reputation grew day by day. He became the Palace Master of the Ice Sound Palace for a hundred years before he grew tired of worldly affairs and retired from the world.
Now that a hundred years had passed, the name of the Elder of Huqin had not been forgotten. Instead, he became more and more mysterious. The title of the number one cultivator in the Chu Region was also called during this period. His status was noble. There were rumors in the cultivation world that even when the people from the Fuyao Palace came to the Chu Region, the first place they went to was the Ice Sound Palace. When they visited the Elder of Huqin, they greeted him politely and did not rely on their status.
The Elder of Huqin rarely accepted disciples in his life. The Ice Sound Palace grew stronger day by day. Although it was still one of the three major sects along with the Blue Cloud Sect and the Great Chaos Sect in name, in reality, it had already surpassed the other two sects. There were countless talented disciples in the Ice Sound Palace, but in the past hundred years, he had only accepted three disciples. His first disciple had already become the current Palace Master of the Ice Sound Palace. His second disciple was a prodigy of the generation, but later died in a battle. His third disciple was the number one prodigy of the Chu Region, Ye Guyin.
In this way, Ying Qiaoqiao could be said to have reached the sky in a single step by becoming his disciple.
Just the title of being the disciple of the Elder of Huqin was many times better than her current status as the little princess of the Hundred Beasts Sect.
However, after listening to Ying Shihou's explanation of why Ying Qiaoqiao was able to become the disciple of the Elder of Huqin, Fang Xing felt a little strange. It turned out that the reason Ying Qiaoqiao was able to enter the Ice Sound Palace was not because Ying Shihou had found a way. Instead, the Great Elder who had not been seen in the world for nearly a hundred years took the initiative to send him a letter saying that he had heard that Ying Qiaoqiao was talented and wanted her to be his disciple.
From Ying Shihou's point of view, his daughter could become the disciple of the number one person in the Chu Region and did not have to stay in a small sect like the Hundred Beasts Sect for the rest of her life. Naturally, he was overjoyed and immediately agreed. However, Fang Xing faintly felt that something was wrong.
In the cultivation world, there were naturally precedents of old monsters with profound cultivation fighting to take in a genius as a disciple because they cherished talent, and there were quite a few of them. However, those who were qualified to be fought over by those old monsters were all true geniuses. Fang Xing had seen Ying Qiaoqiao before. Although her talent was indeed not bad, it depended on who she was compared to. In terms of talent alone, she could probably be considered a genius when compared to himself who had D grade aptitude back then, but if compared to Ye Guyin, it was like comparing a sparrow to a phoenix …
This level of aptitude did not seem to have reached the level where the Great Elder of the Ice Sound Palace would take the initiative to send a letter to accept her as a disciple, right?
Fang Xing could not figure out this problem, so he did not think too deeply about it.
There were still three days before the departure time. Fang Xing had nothing to do, so he secretly made preparations.
The first thing he had to do was to hide the Frightening Phoenix Zither that he had taken from Ye Guyin. The method was similar to the Ice Sound Palace. He directly wrapped the outside of the Frightening Phoenix Zither with a layer of black iron and forged it into the shape of a one-legged bronze spear. On the outside of the black iron, he asked Daphne to engrave dense runes, which could not only enhance the power of the bronze spear, but also prevent others from sensing the aura of the Frightening Phoenix Zither inside the black iron.
Daphne vowed that with the runes that he had personally engraved, ordinary Gold Core cultivators would not be able to find any flaws at all.
Fang Xing also had no choice. The Frightening Phoenix Zither was a high-grade profound level weapon and was priceless. Naturally, it could not be casually thrown away. However, this treasure could not be put into the storage bag, so he could only use this method to carry it on his body.
After that, Fang Xing forced Ying Shihou to open the Hundred Beasts Sect's Spirit Vault and plundered a lot of good things to use for cultivation.
Now that he had successfully built his foundation, the cultivation resources of the Spiritual Movement Realm were basically useless. He could only start gathering resources again. Although he had looted the valley of the three Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators and obtained some pills and high-grade spirit stones for Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators, it was far from enough. After all, his foundation was solid. Although his dao foundation was tainted by the Evil Spirit, its essence was still there. It was a purple dao foundation that was countless times better than ordinary cultivators. The pills and spirit stones for ordinary Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators were not of much use to him. They could only replenish some of the spirit energy that was consumed on a daily basis. If he wanted to condense the second layer of dao foundation, he would need a large amount of high-quality resources.
Of course, the regretful thing was that the Hundred Beasts Sect did not lack resources for Spiritual Movement Realm disciples, but the resources suitable for Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators were not abundant. Fang Xing plundered Ying Shihou's entire treasure vault until Ying Shihou could not bear to look. In the end, Fang Xing was not satisfied with what he obtained. He felt that it was only so-so, but it was better than nothing …
In short, one of them called the other a robber and the other a pauper!
Fortunately, three days passed in a flash. This little devil was finally about to leave.
On the morning of the third day, all the disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect gathered in the middle city to send off Ying Qiaoqiao.
On the square of the middle city, there was a thirty meter long magic boat parked. It was an artifact for Fang Xing and the others to go to the Hundred Beasts Sect. Although it was only an intermediate artifact, it was wide and comfortable. After all, the distance between Bo Hai Country and the Ice Sound Palace was not close. Even Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators were not willing to fly on the clouds. Riding an artifact like this was more comfortable and didn't require any spiritual energy.
Ying Qiaoqiao and Elder Mo Ye, who was in charge of escorting them, as well as the servants who were going to follow Ying Qiaoqiao to the Ice Sound Palace, boarded the boat one by one. Including the "Little Nine" that Fang Xing was pretending to be, there were a total of five servants. Two of them were old women who were in charge of taking care of Ying Qiaoqiao. The other three were servants who were in charge of "feeding the birds", "cleaning", and "purchasing".
Fang Xing's duty was to feed the birds. In other words, after entering the Ice Sound Palace, he would be in charge of feeding the spirit birds for Ying Qiaoqiao.
Before arriving at the Ice Sound Palace, he didn't have to worry about it. The spirit birds were already fed with Turtle Breath Pills and were placed in his storage bag.
"Father, Qiaoqiao is going. Take care!"
Before leaving, Ying Qiaoqiao bowed to Ying Shihou, the sect master of the Hundred Beasts Sect, and said softly.
After experiencing the tragic death of Chu Zhaoyang in front of her, the little girl's temperament changed greatly. She changed from a mischievous person to a taciturn person. Even though she was about to bid farewell to her father, her expression didn't change much.
"Okay, Qiaoqiao, when you go to the Ice Sound Palace to become a disciple, you must listen to Elder Mo Ye …"
Ying Shihou also sighed and instructed Ying Qiaoqiao. Then, he looked at Fang Xing with a pleading expression.
Fang Xing rolled his eyes and pinched his nose as he turned around.
I'm just going to enter the Ice Sound Palace, but this guy is acting like I'm going to kidnap his daughter. So annoying.
"Sect Master, we're leaving now …"
Elder Mo Ye bowed to the sect master of the Hundred Beasts Sect and yelled as he activated the spiritual source on the spiritual boat.
The spiritual boat rose into the sky like a huge palace and flew into the distance.
The disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect bowed to see them off.
Clouds floated for tens of thousands of miles, and strong winds blew in their faces. The scenery of the mountains and rivers on the ground flashed by quickly.
Flying for cultivators was sometimes boring. After all, the land was too big. Even with Red Sparrow's amazing speed, it would take her almost a month to get to the Ice Sound Palace in the north of the Chu Region from Bohai Nation. It was quite boring. Fang Xing felt bored, so he sat on the back of the spiritual boat all day, holding his head in his hands, drinking wine from time to time, and gazing at the clouds and sunset glow in the sky.
"Ah, life is so sad …"
As he watched, Fang Xing couldn't help but feel sad, and he looked up at the sky and sighed.
She felt that she had already reached the Foundation Establishment Stage and should be roaming the pugilistic world with the Golden Crow, robbing people everywhere. But now, she was forced to disguise herself as someone else's servant and go to that damned Ice Sound Palace to beg for treatment.
"What's so sad about your life?"
A faint voice sounded, and a red figure appeared on the other side of the boat. It was Ying Qiaoqiao. She had changed back to the pretty red dress that she wore when Fang Xing first met her. The scars on her face had healed, and her cheeks were as smooth as porcelain. However, the mischievous expression on her face was gone. She looked sad and gloomy as she gazed at the clouds and sunset glow outside the boat.
She was depressed in the cabin and came to the back of the boat to get some fresh air. Then, she happened to hear Fang Xing's wail.
In Ying Qiaoqiao's eyes, the saddest part of her life had begun after she met that little demon. What was there to be sad about with this servant who drank wine behind the spiritual boat? She asked casually.
Fang Xing had noticed Ying Qiaoqiao a long time ago, but he didn't want to talk to her. He rolled his eyes and said lazily, "Anyway, it's more sad than you!"
When Ying Qiaoqiao saw that the servant was ignoring her, she felt a little fresh in her heart. She gently leaned on the side of the ship and lightly said, "What do you know about sorrow? Do you know? My most loyal slave and Brother Zhao Yang, who loved me the most, were both killed by a vicious little devil. Every night, I have nightmares. My dreams are filled with that little devil's laughter. Every time I wake up, I'm covered in cold sweat … I … I always wanted to kill that little devil, I wanted to … dismember his body into a thousand pieces … but … "
At this point, she was slightly stunned as if she couldn't react. Normally, no matter how others tried to comfort her, she wouldn't say these words. Why did she say them in front of this servant who didn't know how to be polite?
Hearing this, Fang Xing was stunned. He quickly turned around and said earnestly with a solemn expression, "Little Sister, this isn't right. You must learn to let go of your hatred …"
Ying Qiaoqiao was stunned. She didn't expect him to say this to her. She sneered and said, "Why?"
Fang Xing said seriously, "Because if you don't let go of your hatred, your life will be more sad!"
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