Because of the layers of great formations, even if one were to look at the moon in the Mysterious Domain, there would be a vague blood-red color. The night in this place was even more tranquil. Occasionally, there would be the howling of zombies or the shrill laughter of evil spirits. This kind of sound might be extremely terrifying to ordinary people, but to people like Fang Xing, it was no different from the chirping of insects.
Strength determined courage. When ordinary zombies met ordinary people, they might be able to wipe out a village or a town. However, if it was the current Fang Xing, killing a nest of zombies was not much harder than touching a nest of bird eggs. Naturally, he would not feel any fear.
Under a green rock, the black carriage stopped under an ancient tree. This tree was originally a dead tree in the Absolute Demon Ridge, and its vitality had been cut off for countless years. However, as the Xuan Domain descended, it unexpectedly gained some vitality. It actually grew a few leaves, and there was even a faint white flower growing at the end of the branch. It seemed incomparably mystical, and under the ancient tree, the azure-clothed bandit was breathing with rapt attention.
In the carriage, Chu Ci had just listened to Daphne boast about how he had dominated the four provinces when he was young, and she fell asleep in satisfaction. During this period of time, her injuries had healed quite a bit. Firstly, Fang Xing had obtained quite a few healing medicines, which were extremely beneficial to her injuries. Secondly, the azure-clothed bandit was actually someone with extremely high attainments in the way of medicine, so he helped her recuperate.
In this tranquil environment, Fang Xing was currently hiding in a stone cave. There was a formation at the entrance of the cave, and he had a serious expression on his face. In front of him, there were more than ten types of spiritual medicines. There were quite a few piles, and they were haphazardly piled together like vegetable leaves. In front of the spiritual medicines, there were three round, dark red pills placed on a small stone plate. They were the Dragon Blood Saint Pills taken from the Chu Royal Court.
"I should hurry up and raise my cultivation. This crying bastard is not easy to deal with …"
Fang Xing thought to himself. He secretly glanced at the Heavenly Abode Ring on his finger with a sneaky smile.
However, it turned out that he was not an honest person. After hearing that the azure-clothed bandit wanted to teach him a lesson, he paid attention during the cooperation process. When robbing the cultivators, he also paid attention to the samadhi spirit medicine that the azure-clothed bandit was looking for. With his Yin Yang Demon Mirror, he found it much faster than the azure-clothed bandit. The heavens did not disappoint those who persevered, and he really did find one.
However, after he found it, he did not make it public and instead quietly hid it.
His purpose was simple. First, he wanted to observe what kind of grudge the azure-clothed bandit had with him. If there was really a grudge that couldn't be resolved, then he would destroy the spirit medicine and not give it to the azure-clothed bandit. Second, although the azure-clothed bandit was strong, he might not be obedient. If the azure-clothed bandit wanted to stand him up, Zhao Jiuge could use the spirit medicine to threaten him.
As for now, he was going to use the resources he had at hand to increase his cultivation by one realm. After all, he had reached the Foundation Realm and the difference between each realm was not like when he was in the Spirit Formation Realm. However, his strength was similar to the azure-clothed bandit's, so if he increased his cultivation by one realm, it would be a great help.
At the very least, if he used the Yin Yang Grindstone, his spiritual energy would increase by a lot. After using the Yin Yang Grindstone, he would be able to retain a bit more spiritual energy, and he would be able to use it as an opportunity so that he wouldn't be taken advantage of.
During this period of time, he would spend around four hours a day swallowing a large amount of spiritual medicine to refine his cultivation. After this period of accumulation, he had already reached the middle stage of the second level of the Foundation Stage. He planned to use a portion of the elixirs he had obtained today, in addition to the three Dragon Blood Saint Pellets he had obtained from the Chu Royal Court, to condense the third level of the Dao Pagoda in one go.
Looking at the spirit medicine and the three Dragon Blood Saint Pellets in front of him, Fang Xing thought deeply and slowly breathed in and out.
This Dragon Blood Saint Pellet was refined from the Chu Royal Court's secret pill formula, and was extremely precious. Although the amount of resources he had to consume to break through from the second to the third level of the Foundation Stage was extremely shocking, with these three Dragon Blood Saint Pellets, he had made up for a lot of the deficit. In addition to the elixirs that he had plundered over the past few days, although the medicinal properties were not high and they were all around a thousand years old, he could not hold back the large quantity, so there shouldn't be a problem!
"Damn, this young master is becoming more and more like a rabbit. These vegetables and radishes are really worrisome …"
Fang Xing steeled his heart and gulped down a few mouthfuls of spirit wine. Then, he picked up a handful of spirit herbs and stuffed them into his mouth. Crunching sounds could be heard as he chewed on them. Bitter, sweet, sour, and astringent. It could be said that a hundred different tastes were mixed together. It was extremely refreshing. The medicinal properties were also extremely varied. Some could transform qi, some could detoxify, and some could prolong life. Fang Xing didn't care too much.
When the spirit medicine entered his stomach, he began to circulate the Supreme Spirit Transformation Scripture to refine it. The surging essence began to fill the eight extraordinary meridians, and was then absorbed into his own cultivation by the method of "Refining Essence into Qi". He was already familiar with this process, and it was not difficult at all. He, who had cultivated the Supreme Spirit Transformation Scripture, was like a large pill furnace that could refine almost everything, so these various types of spirit medicines were naturally not a problem.
It was just that his cultivation method, which was like a cow chewing on peonies, would really anger many old alchemists to death.
The spirit medicines in the Xuan Region were mostly rare plants that were already extinct on the Tian Yuan Continent or had never existed before. If they were obtained by some old alchemists with great attainments and studied carefully, they might even be able to come up with a few new pill recipes. There were even some spirit medicines that, if they could be transplanted to the outside world and carefully cultivated, they would flourish and benefit the future generations.
However, Fang Xing was wolfing it down just to refine the Spirit Qi in the elixir. This was simply a shocking waste. At the very least, he should have refined it into a pill before eating it. That way, the degree of wastage would be less, wouldn't it? Of course, everyone had their own value. Those alchemists might think that these elixirs were exceptionally precious, but to Fang Xing, they were just stalks of vegetables that tasted a little sour or astringent. If it wasn't for the fact that they could increase one's cultivation, he wouldn't even want to eat them …
After a while, Fang Xing swallowed all three piles of spirit medicines into his stomach. He then took out the spirit wine and drank a few mouthfuls. Then, he picked up a Dragon Blood Saint Dan and flicked his finger into his mouth. After chewing a few times, he was finally satisfied: "This is sweet …"
In his eyes, a bright light gradually appeared. On his skin, it seemed as if flames were burning …
Fang Xing let out a long sigh and began to fold his hands in front of his lower abdomen. He calmed his breathing and circulated his profound technique.
… ….
… ….
Four hours later, Fang Xing snuck out of the cave with his hands behind his back in satisfaction. Seeing the green-clothed robber sitting under the ancient tree, looking towards the southwest in a daze, he casually sat down and put his arm around his shoulder: "What are you doing, bro?"
With the green-clothed robber's cultivation, it was naturally impossible for him to not notice that Fang Xing had come to his side. However, he did not expect that this fellow would actually sit down so casually, and even put his arm around his shoulder as if they were very familiar with each other. He unnaturally leaned to the side and turned his head. The two small holes in the crying mask revealed a smiling expression as he said, "Have you finished cultivating?"
In the past few days, every night, Fang Xing would go into closed-door training for four hours. He naturally knew about it, but he did not think too much about it. He only thought that Fang Xing was cultivating some kind of technique that he did not want others to know about, so he tactfully did not ask too much.
"It's over. What are you looking at? Are there flowers in the sky?
Fang Xing followed the direction the robber was looking at and looked towards the sky.
The green-clothed robber smiled and ignored him. He asked, "We have robbed many people in the past two days, but we have not found the whereabouts of the three spirit medicines. Does this mean that our method is wrong? We should think of another way! "
Once Fang Xing heard about this, he immediately became interested. He took out his gourd and drank a mouthful, then said, "We still have to continue robbing. Anyway, the people we robbed these past two days were those bastards with protectors. Those protectors were clearly geniuses that had successfully reached the Foundation Establishment stage before the age of forty. They did not run to fight with Foundation Establishment cultivators for opportunities, but instead chose to act like tyrants amongst Spiritual Movement Realm cultivators. They really are bastards. They deserve to be robbed clean by us. Even if we can't find the three spirit medicines, we have done justice on behalf of the heavens …"
Mentioning this made him excited. He hated those protectors who used their cultivation to suppress others. Originally, it was a fair opportunity for Spiritual Movement Realm and Spiritual Movement Realm cultivators to compete for it. However, these people just had to interfere, causing many unfair things to happen out of nowhere. It was the most annoying. From his understanding, those Spiritual Movement Realm cultivators with protectors were just like the naughty brats in the town when he was young. After winning a fight, the other party would go home crying, call their father, and bring the dog to chase after him. It was simply shameless … …
"They brought protectors, but that doesn't mean they deserve to be robbed by us …"
The cyan clothed robber expressed that such actions were understandable, and explained with a smile: "This is the second time the mysterious coffin has descended. The rules were originally slowly explored by the cultivators. When the mysterious coffin first descended from the sky, none of the cultivators from the Dong Sheng Divine Continent could understand its rules. Seeing that Gold Core Realm cultivators were unable to break through the formation and enter, a few Yuanying and Tribulation Realm cultivators forcefully broke through the outer formation and entered. In the end, before they could obtain any opportunities, they suffered from the backlash of the mysterious coffin formation and a large number of them died. From then on, the cultivators knew that the mysterious coffin's opportunity cannot be forced. After going through many trials, they finally understood the rules of the bone age restriction and the method to change it …"
"However, the mysterious coffin is an inanimate object after all, so it only has the most basic rules. It will restrict cultivators whose bone age exceeds forty years old from entering the Mysterious Domain, but it cannot prevent other great cultivators from guarding in front of the formation and not allow other cultivators to enter. It can restrict Foundation Realm cultivators from entering the Divine Mountain, but it cannot prevent Foundation Realm cultivators from guarding in front of the Divine Mountain and not allow Spiritual Movement Realm cultivators from other sects to enter … Or perhaps, all of this is tacitly agreed upon by the mysterious coffin's opportunity. There have been previous research that the mysterious coffin's opportunity seems to be looking for a successor. It tests the person's aptitude, age, cultivation, and various aspects of formations, pills, techniques, and martial arts. Perhaps, in the eyes of the existence that descended the mysterious coffin's opportunity, the power of one's family is also one of the factors tested …"
When Fang Xing heard this, he was slightly startled and said: "Aiyo, bringing a Foundation Realm cultivator to bully a Spiritual Movement Realm cultivator, an adult bullying a child, and you're still in the right?"
The cyan clothed robber smiled and said: "As long as there is no backlash from the mysterious coffin's formation, then it can be said to be in the right!"
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