After a whole night of cultivation, Fang Xing used the inexplicable technique that appeared in his dream and completely refined the Monster Spirit Pill.
His cultivation increased again, from the second layer of spirit formation to the peak of the second layer. He was only one step away from breaking through to the third layer. This was because he didn't know how to refine it at the beginning and wasted a large amount of spiritual energy. In addition, no matter how miraculous the Monster Spirit Pill was, it was impossible to completely absorb the spiritual energy of a rank three monster into the pill. During the refining process, it was inevitable that there would be some losses.
However, even so, reaching the peak of the second layer of spirit formation in one night was still an extremely miraculous thing.
However, the smell in Fang Xing's small house was really unpleasant, and the stench of blood filled the air.
"Junior Brother Fang, today I got a bottle of good wine and specially brought it to share with you … …"
Early in the morning, the sun rose from the east, illuminating the entire valley. The fat daoist happily came.
Once he opened the door, the fat daoist was immediately forced to take two steps back. He covered his nose and shouted, "What is this smell? Junior Brother Fang, did you wet the bed? "
At this moment, Fang Xing was also awakened from his deep meditation. He couldn't help but let out a strange cry.
… …
On the east side of the Clear Stream Valley, streams converged and formed a small lake. The ripples on the lake were clear and pleasant.
Fang Xing was swimming in the lake at this moment. "Pu!" He came out of the lake and spat out a mouthful of water. When he raised his head, he saw the fat daoist sitting by the lake with a smirk and rubbing his clothes. At the same time, his small eyes were blinking as if he was hinting at something. When Fang Xing saw the fat daoist's sneaky expression, he couldn't help but shout, "If you dare to say that I wet the bed again, I'll kill you … …"
While shouting, he once again dived into the lake.
It was too embarrassing to let the fat daoist see such an embarrassing scene.
Fang Xing was very sure that he didn't wet the bed, but he also didn't know what was on his bed … …
The thought of the fat Daoist saying, "I know you didn't wet the bed …" while smirking made her want to kick him.
"Junior Brother Fang, I know you don't wet the bed, but you don't have to take a shower for four hours, do you?"
The fat Daoist washed Fang Xing's Daoist robe and hung it on the grass. He smiled and waved his fat hand, calling Fang Xing to go ashore.
The fat Daoist priest had already washed his Daoist robe thrice.
As for Fang Xing, he had been bathing in the lake for the whole morning.
Even now, the fat Daoist could not help but want to laugh at the thought of Fang Xing's embarrassed expression.
It was a rare sight to see the little devil blush.
Fang Xing finally came ashore. He gritted his teeth and waved his fist at the fat Daoist. "Damn fatty, if you dare to spread it, you're dead!"
"I won't say it, I won't say it … …"
The fat Daoist held back his laughter and pretended to be "it's okay, I understand you". "Hurry and come and eat something. The clothes still need a while to dry. I can't take the mattress and bedsheet in your room anymore. Go get a new set. I've already lit some incense in your room, but I don't think anyone can enter. Let's wait here and dry the clothes … …"
Fang Xing took the wine jar and drank a mouthful. He tore a chicken drumstick and put it in his mouth. Then, he went back into the water and lay on the surface of the water in a daze.
What happened last night?
When he woke up, he actually reached the peak of the second layer of spirit formation. There was even an additional cultivation technique in his mind.
Supreme Spirit Transformation Scripture. Was the cultivation technique he obtained in his dream very powerful?
His mouth moved and ate the chicken drumstick. Fang Xing only felt his stomach was warm.
The speed of his digestion seemed to be faster, but there wasn't any other strange feeling.
Everything was like a dream, except for the fact that his cultivation had increased!
The cultivation technique was still clearly remembered in Fang Xing's mind. But when he tried to use it again, he didn't find any use … …
After spending another half an hour in the water, Fang Xing finally came ashore. His body was already pale and his robe was dry.
Fang Xing wrapped himself in the robe and ate all the meat and wine that the fat Daoist brought. Then, he prepared to go back.
Everything else in the room was thrown away. The mattress and bedsheet were replaced with new ones. The room was scented three times before it could be used.
When it was night time to cultivate, Fang Xing felt that the speed of cultivating with spirit stones was still the same. He couldn't help but think of his transformation last night. He couldn't help but guess, "Could it be that if I use the demon spirit pill to cultivate, the speed will be very fast? … … This Supreme Spirit Transformation Scripture, could it be used to refine the demon spirit pill? "
This made him scratch his ears and cheeks. Where would he go to find the demon spirit pill in such a short period of time?
He had no choice but to temporarily keep this little secret at the bottom of his heart and patiently cultivate.
The consequences of Hou Qing being deceived still set off a small wave that was neither too big nor too small. In the outer sect, a small rumor gradually spread. It was said that Hou Qing had already found the thief who robbed the Ghost Market, and had even seen his true appearance and drawn an image. At this time, Hou Qing and a few other senior brothers in the outer sect were investigating, wanting to uncover the identity of that person … ….
This strict investigation naturally couldn't be carried out in the open. However, the outer sect disciples and deacons of the various valleys still gave them a lot of convenience. Hou Qing and the others brought their people to check practically every valley.
Even Fang Xing's house couldn't escape this strict investigation. However, when Hou Qing and the others opened the door and saw Fang Xing, a child, inside, they quickly left. Hou Qing didn't even recognize that this child was the one he caught at the mountain gate. After all, although it was only half a year, Fang Xing was very different from that little beggar...
This strict investigation, in the end, ended without any results. In about a month's time, the limelight was completely over.
As for Fang Xing's cultivation, he was still stuck at the peak of the 2nd layer of spirit formation and didn't make any progress.
He had refined a lot of spirit stones, but there was no sign of him breaking through. This made him a little discouraged.
On the path of cultivation, every time you break through a layer, you break through a limit. The first time Fang Xing broke through, he used his own strength to forcefully break through the shackles of his body. But now, as his cultivation increased, the spiritual energy in his body had turned from a small stream into a small river. He couldn't break through as easily as the first time. The difficulty had increased by at least three times.
If he wanted to break through, he needed a period of time to nourish his body, or a large amount of spiritual energy that was like a river. Only after being washed countless times, would he be able to break through the bottleneck and break through.
However, these two methods weren't something the current Fang Xing could use. He could only temporarily suppress his temper and quietly cultivate. Luckily, he didn't lack cultivation resources. The spirit stones that Hou Qing gave him were all real, a total of thirty-five. After giving twenty to Hua Qianzhi, he still had five left. Adding on the ones he had before, it was enough.
This kind of quiet cultivation life didn't last for too long.
A month later, a person suddenly came to visit, causing Fang Xing to be shocked!
Because this person, was Hou Qing.
Seeing Hou Qing appear in his small wooden hut, Fang Xing thought that he had been exposed and was prepared to take out his knife to fight. But very quickly, he calmed down because he realized that apart from a few people he didn't know, there was also his old enemy, Liu Feng. His movements were a little stiff, and he was limping. It seemed like he wasn't in a good condition.
But at this moment, he was looking at Fang Xing with an unfriendly expression. His gaze was fierce, and he was sneering, as if hinting at something.
"Senior brother Hou, this is the D grade aptitude Junior Brother Fang. He meets the requirements of your selection!"
Liu Feng said to Hou Qing with a smile.
Hou Qing looked at Fang Xing and frowned, "What's your current cultivation?"
It's hard to judge the cultivation level of a Spirit Movement Realm cultivator with just a glance, unless one person cooperates with the other and allows the other to investigate. Moreover, when both sides are preparing to fight, they will use all their spiritual energy to see through it. Usually, one can only roughly judge the other's cultivation level. First, second, and third level of Spirit Movement Realm, on the surface, there isn't much difference.
Although Xiu Qing was at the peak of the third level of Spirit Movement Realm, he was completely unable to see through Fang Xing's current cultivation.
"Liu Feng, this bastard, what is he trying to do by bringing Hou Qing to find me?"
Fang Xing's gaze turned cold, but he hid it in his eyes and did not reveal it.
Facing Hou Qing's question, he seemed to be a little afraid, "Spirit Movement … … First level of Spirit Movement … …"
Hou Qing frowned and said to Liu Feng, "It's a little low!"
Liu Feng smiled, "Senior brother Hou, if you want to find a helper, it's naturally a little low, but if … …"
Hou Qing immediately understood his gaze. The corner of his mouth rose and he smiled, "You're right!"
After he finished speaking, he faced Fang Xing and said, "I recently received the Dao Sect's edict and am preparing to go out for a mission. Are you willing to go with me? You won't be lacking in benefits. Other than the Dao Sect's reward, I will personally thank you! "
"Receive the edict?"
Fang Xing was stunned, and he immediately understood this.
Hou Qing was currently at the peak of the third level of Spirit Movement Realm. If he wanted to break through to the fourth level, he could only swallow the "Rank Breaking Pill". This was also the reason why he wanted to exchange the Stone Essence Powder with the Monster Spirit Pill. However, he was tricked by Fang Xing. He lost the Monster Spirit Pill and the Stone Essence Powder. The only way was to receive the Dao Sect's edict and exchange it for the Stone Essence Powder.
However, Fang Xing didn't believe his "many benefits" nonsense. If the edict was so simple, he wouldn't have spent so much effort to exchange the Monster Spirit Pill for the Stone Essence Powder and avoid the Dao Sect's mission.
Moreover, he had already said that he was only at the first level of spirit formation. If he still wanted him to follow, who knows what he wanted him to do. Anyway, a first level spirit formation would definitely not be able to help him.
Moreover, this person was brought by Liu Feng. Why would Liu Feng introduce such a good thing to him?
"Many … … many thanks for senior brother's good intentions … … but junior brother is too weak. I don't want to trouble you … …"
Fang Xing pretended to be frightened by Hou Qing's aura and carefully said.
"It doesn't matter if your cultivation is low. Brat, aren't you very fierce? On the way, senior brother Hou will take care of you! "
Liu Feng laughed sinisterly, not allowing Fang Xing to refuse.
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