Black Rock Valley was located about ten miles away from the Qingxi Valley where Fang Xing lived. Although Fang Xing was still young, he was still a second layer spirit formation cultivator. Thus, he was able to walk quite fast. In just two incense's time, he had already arrived at Black Rock Valley. He swaggered into the valley. There were some people cultivating in the valley. Seeing that he was just a little boy, no one bothered with him.
Fang Xing looked for Hua Qianzhi's house according to the serial number on the wooden house and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
A vigilant voice sounded from inside the wooden house. The person seemed to be in low spirits.
"Junior brother … I'm a slug. I'm here to help me deliver a letter …"
Fang Xing cleared his throat, coughed, and lowered his voice.
"Deliver a letter?"
The person inside muttered. He came over and opened the door of the wooden house, revealing a figure. It was a young man with a slightly dark complexion. He seemed to be a little stocky, around thirty years old, and his fingers looked very slender. Looking at his eyebrows, it was the same as the stall owner from yesterday. He looked at Fang Xing with vigilance, then looked around and whispered, "What letter?"
Fang Xing deliberately pretended to be afraid and stuttered, "It's a senior brother. His eyes are very narrow …"
He roughly described his appearance last night. Hua Qianzhi's face immediately turned cold. He grabbed Fang Xing's arm and pulled him into the wooden house. Then, he stared coldly at Fang Xing's face and said, "What's that person's name? Where does he live? Tell me everything in detail. If there's even a little bit of carelessness, I'll make you suffer … "
Fang Xing suddenly became afraid. His body slightly trembled as he whispered, "I … I also don't know … I was … fetching water … then he came over and told me to give you a message … He also said that after you hear it, you'll give me money …" At this time, Fang Xing's appearance was really lifelike. He played the appearance of a child to the extreme.
In other words, he was also a child, and this was just another side of him.
After Hua Qianzhi heard this, he asked a few more questions. Fang Xing answered all of them without leaving anything out.
Hua Qianzhi sighed helplessly. He was finally sure that the Taoist boy in front of him was just here to deliver the letter. He would not be able to get any useful information out of him.
"What message did he ask you to deliver?"
Fang Xing said, "He said he wants Stone Essence Powder!"
"Stone Essence Powder?"
A glint flashed across Hua Qianzhi's eyes as he angrily shouted: "Where can I find Stone Essence Powder for him …"
Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly stopped. He had already realized that the other party was not talking about the real Stone Essence Powder, but a fake. Even so, Hua Qianzhi still frowned and thought to himself: "This Stone Essence Powder is used to break through to the next level. The Taoist sects strictly guard against it. It is not easy for ordinary people to see it. I have only seen it a few times because I work in the pill shop. How can I make it so lifelike …"
Although this was what he thought, the main thing was that he was unwilling to do it. Just as he was trying to find an excuse to avoid it, Fang Xing said again, "That Senior Brother also said that if I asked you this question and you did not reject it, he would give you something."
"What is it?"
Hua Qianzhi asked casually. He saw the Taoist boy bring a small cloth bag over. It looked heavy.
Hua Qianzhi took it and looked at it. Immediately, his eyes narrowed. In the bag, there were actually ten bright red Spirit Stones and a piece of golden leaf.
"That Senior Brother said … this … this is only the deposit. If the matter is done, there will be twenty more …"
The Taoist boy that Fang Xing had transformed into stammered. He seemed to be thinking hard and not let himself forget.
Hua Qianzhi's breathing quickened. Such bright red Spirit Stones in front of him was more effective than any persuasion. After all, thirty Spirit Stones was not a small amount to him. To him, making a fake Stone Essence Powder only required him to pay some worthless raw materials. Even if he made the highest quality fake, he only needed to pay one Spirit Stone …
"Did he say what he wanted to do with this Stone Essence Powder?"
Hua Qianzhi thought for a while, then closed the mouth of the cloth bag and held it in his hand as he asked Fang Xing.
Fang Xing shook his head carefully.
"He did not say, but he said …"
"What did he say?"
"He said … if you do not have the Stone Essence Powder here, he will tell someone else one thing …"
Hua Qianzhi helplessly covered his forehead and sighed. He thought that this was forcing him to agree!
After thinking quickly for a while, he really did not have any other ideas. He could only let out a long sigh and said to Fang Xing, "I will accept the Spirit Stones. Go back and tell him that in seven days, find someone to collect it!"
After he finished speaking, he suddenly saw that the Taoist boy was looking at him longingly and did not leave. He immediately remembered that the Taoist boy had said that there would be a reward for him. At this moment, he finally understood what the golden leaf in the bag was used for. He casually threw it to the Taoist boy and waved his hand, saying, "Go back and report!"
After obtaining the golden leaf, the little Daoist boy's face was filled with excitement. He said, "Alright, I can tell you one last thing. That senior brother said that if you plan to find him by following me, he won't show himself …"
Hua Qianzhi indeed had the plan to follow the Taoist boy, but after hearing this, he was suddenly shocked. He helplessly waved his hand, indicating that the Taoist boy could leave.
In his heart, he did have the plan to follow the Taoist boy, but after being seen through, he could only give up on this idea.
After leaving the wooden house, Fang Xing was quite proud of himself. He grew up in a bandit's nest. When he was seven years old, he followed his Seventh Uncle and Eighth Uncle in the business of kidnapping people, fooling a bunch of yamen runners. At that time, he remembered all the tricks his two uncles used on the road. Now, he made some slight changes and used them on Hua Qianzhi. Sure enough, he had a firm grasp on him.
Believing that there should be no more accidents on Hua Qianzhi's side, Fang Xing happily returned to the valley.
Since Hua Qianzhi said that it would take seven days, Fang Xing was not too anxious. He would go and collect it when the time was right.
For the rest of the time, he began to diligently train and wait for the time to come.
However, after breaking through to the second layer of spirit formation, he felt that it was a lot more strenuous to train. The meridians in his body seemed to have changed from a small stream to a small river, and the amount of spiritual energy it could contain had increased by several times. Of course, this also meant that when he used spirit stones to train, the speed of spiritual energy increase was a lot slower. The same scoop of water, poured into a basin and poured into a water jar, the effect was naturally different.
Under normal circumstances, a person would need about two months to cultivate from the first layer of spirit formation to the peak of the first layer of spirit formation with abundant resources. As for the second layer of spirit formation to the peak of the second layer of spirit formation, it would take about half a year.
In addition, breaking through from the first layer of spirit formation to the second layer of spirit formation, and from the second layer to the third layer of spirit formation, this was called breaking through. Breaking through also required time, but due to the different talents of each person, the time needed to break through would be less. Perhaps one or two days would be enough to break through. For those with weaker talents, they would need a longer time to break through. It could be one or two years, or even ten years, or even their entire life, they would not be able to break through.
Cultivators used the consumption of resources to complete their daily accumulation. Then, they used their talents, perseverance, the help from their teachers, or some heavenly treasures to break through the bottleneck.
Only when the two were added together, would it be a complete cultivation.
Accumulation and breaking through were quantity and quality. These were the two main elements of cultivation, and neither could be lacking.
Of course, every time one broke through, the benefits it brought were also great.
Although Fang Xing had not learned any spells, he could feel his body was full of vitality.
His body was lighter and stronger than before. Even his sleeping time was shorter, but his energy was stronger than before.
After cultivating for a while, Fang Xing felt that his speed was too slow. Feeling anxious, he got off the bed and prepared to practice his martial arts.
Standing in the wooden hut, he took out a short knife and tucked the long robe into his waist. When the knife was raised, a white light flashed and pierced through the air. His body was like an agile monkey, jumping up and down from time to time, stabbing at a height that he could not reach. The opponents in his imagination were all adults. This was also because the opponents he faced were all adults, even when he was in the bandit's den.
When he was four years old, he was thrown into a rabid dog's den.
When he was five years old, he had to face a one year old wolf with his bare hands.
When he was six years old, he was caught by a bailiff and hung on a tree, suffering a total of seventeen lashes. Every lash caused blood to flow.
When he was seven years old, he personally used poison to kill a Jianghu expert who betrayed the Ghost Smoke Valley and wanted to use him as a hostage … …
After that, when he was seven years old, eight years old, nine years old, ten years old, many things happened that would cause Fang Xing to have nightmares until now.
His nine uncles, all of them treated him well, but none of them were good people!
Therefore, Fang Xing himself believed that his nine uncles did not die in vain. Even if he died, it would not be in vain.
Although it was not in vain, they were the ones who raised him. Since he was still alive, he had to grow up and take revenge.
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