"However, you are seeking your own death!"
The purple-eyed man changed his tone and shouted, "Do you think that you have to betray the family just because they treat you unfairly? You have to understand that you are nothing if you leave the family! What's your cultivation now? Heh, have you formed Yuanying? I'm afraid not. According to your temper, if you could form Yuanying, you would have come back to take revenge. This is the consequence of leaving the family! If you were willing to swallow your anger at that time, not to mention Yuanying, with your aptitude and the family's resources, you must have reached the realm of crossing calamity! "
Bai Qianzhang listened to these words, and his face changed. Finally, he became calm again.
"Big brother, you are right. My cultivation has been stuck at the peak of Gold Core for five hundred years. I have neither Yuanying skill nor Nirvana Pill. Now that my life is coming to an end, I am afraid that there is no hope for me to achieve Yuanying in this life!"
The man in the stone tablet was silent. It seemed that he was a little sad when he heard Bai Qianzhang admit it. After a while, he said in a low voice, "Come back, bring the decapitation picture back, and apologize to Third Brother. The family may forgive your previous behavior for the sake of the decapitation picture. I will also plead for you. With the family's skill and resources, you still have hope to achieve Yuanying!"
There was an indescribable anger on Bai Qianzhang's face, and he said in a low voice, "Apologize to him? Big brother, do you also think I am wrong? It was that animal who did such an evil thing, yet you want me to apologize to him. What about my son? "
The man in the stone tablet was silent for a moment, and then he said in a low voice, "Is this important? Seven hundred years can't make you forget about this matter? I thought that since you are willing to take the initiative to contact me, it means that you have thought it through … "
Bai Qianzhang's voice became cold, and he said, "I contacted you because I have thought it through. So what if you are the so-called Heavenly Favored One? Your treasure may not be able to rule the world as you wish! Now my life is coming to an end, but I am ready to use the remaining life to sharpen a good sword, to disturb your world and let you know regret … "
The man in the stone tablet breathed heavily, and he said in a low voice, "Old Nine, don't do stupid things …"
"Pa …"
Bai Qianzhang's palm touched the purple stone tablet, and it suddenly exploded, turning into stone powder and dissipating.
With the stone tablet destroyed, the last trace of his relationship with the clan was severed. Bai Qianzhang's expression returned to normal as if a great burden had been lifted from his mind. He rose to his feet, placed his hands behind his back, and slowly walked toward the cave dwelling.
At this time, Fang Xing had already drunk a few mouthfuls of the spirit wine in the gourd and was slowly refining it to restore his spiritual power. As he refined it, he felt that something was wrong with his situation. His body was like a beast in heat, constantly devouring the essence after the spirit wine had melted. It was 10% more than the limit of the usual spiritual power he could contain.
His cultivation didn't increase, but the amount of spiritual power he absorbed increased, as if the spiritual power in his body had been refined.
After using the Capturing Dragon Controlling Crane Art to feel it, Fang Xing also clearly discovered that he seemed to be more proficient in using this divine ability, and its power had also increased a little. Under the condition that his cultivation level had not changed, the power of the spell he cast was ten percent stronger than before.
Why did this happen?
Fang Xing held the wine gourd and pondered for a while, and he gradually came to a realization.
Could it be related to the flame that appeared in his body when he was comprehending the beheading painting?
That flame burned his internal organs, meridians, fascia, and bone marrow. Was it equivalent to cleansing his body?
The more he thought about it, the more it seemed possible. Because Fang Xing clearly remembered that when the flame burned in his body, it felt like he was breaking through. And breaking through usually had two main effects. The second and third level of spirit formation was to cleanse the impurities in his body, allowing him to reach his limit. The fourth level of spirit formation was to break through his limit, allowing him to have higher potential.
The fifth and sixth level of spirit formation was another process of cleansing, and the seventh level was the second process of breaking through his limit.
The eighth and ninety levels of spirit formation were also a small cycle.
Now that Fang Xing thought about it, when the flame burned in his body, he felt like he was breaking through.
When the flame burned in his body, it felt like he had taken the Rank Breaking Pill and rebuilt his body.
After pondering for a while, Fang Xing faintly felt that he had guessed the crux of it, but he wasn't too sure. Thinking about it again, that white-haired guy should understand, so he came out to ask him. When he came out of the cave, he saw that the white-haired guy was in a daze, so he came back. Wandering aimlessly in the cave, he noticed that the cave was extremely elegant. There weren't many decorations, only a few stalks of spiritual herbs and a few books.
But it was such a simple arrangement that made the cave seem to have a hidden meaning. Of course, Fang Xing couldn't appreciate this so-called hidden meaning at all. As he walked, he looked at the decorations in the cave with a thieving look in his eyes!
These few pills are not bad, but they're too unsightly to be placed here. I'll keep them!
This jade bottle seems to be a magic tool, so it's not suitable to be placed here. I'll keep them!
Oh, these books are worth a lot of money, it's such a waste to leave them here covered in dust. I'll make good use of them!
Just as he was excitedly looking for treasures, a faint voice sounded, "Are you done picking?"
Fang Xing chuckled and put down a stalk of spiritual herb that he had just spent a lot of effort to pluck out. He said, "Almost …"
Turning around, he saw Bai Qianzhang standing at the entrance of the cave with his white robe fluttering in the wind, his back facing the sun, his body seemed to be inlaid with a layer of gold.
"Come with me …"
Bai Qianzhang didn't shout at him to hand over all the stolen goods like Fang Xing was worried about. Instead, he called out to him softly.
Fang Xing had a guilty conscience, so he could only follow him out, pretending to be an obedient child.
Bai Qianzhang sat down in front of a stone table in the cave abode and called Fang Xing over. He touched his arm and back a few times with his palm and muttered to himself, "It's just as I've guessed, the decapitation painting actually contains the body tempering method of the immortal flame …"
He became silent, as if he was thinking hard about something.
Fang Xing stood there and waited for him for a while. Seeing that he didn't speak, he sat down on his own. Suddenly, he saw a fruit tree beside the stone forest. He didn't know what it was called, but the fruits on it were bright red and looked very pleasing. He reached out and plucked two of them. When he tasted them, he instantly felt that they were sweet and juicy. The flesh of the fruit was extremely plump and tender. The juice flowed down his throat and actually turned into streams of spiritual Qi. It was very comfortable.
He didn't stand on ceremony. Once he realized that it was delicious, he immediately plucked another seven to eight fruits and wolfed them down.
When Bai Qianzhang came back to his senses, there was already a pile of fruit cores on the stone table.
He looked at his red jade peach tree that only bears fruit once every three hundred years. There were only a few green fruits left on it. He then looked at Fang Xing who was so full that his eyes were rolling back. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "As expected of the inheritor of the Taotie's bloodline. You're just like the ancient Taotie. Wherever you go, ghosts and gods will avoid you. Not even a blade of grass will grow. By luring you into my cave abode, it can be said that I'm inviting a thief into my house …"
Fang Xing said, "I've only eaten a few of your fruits. You don't have to call me a thief, do you?"
Bai Qianzhang didn't argue with him. He smiled and asked, "In the Promotion Hall, why didn't you learn the Four Orthodox Techniques?"
Fang Xing scratched his head and said, "I don't want to concoct pills, and I'm too lazy to write. I can't even learn the Art of Divination. I want to be a blacksmith, it feels too stupid …"
Bai Qianzhang smiled faintly and said, "Tell me the truth!"
Fang Xing blurted out, "Because these are too weak. I want to learn the strongest!"
Bai Qianzhang smiled and said, "What do you think is the strongest?"
Fang Xing became silent. He didn't know why he suddenly said what was on his mind. But since he had already said it, there was no need to say everything. After all, Bai Qianzhang gave him a good feeling. He was one of the few people that he felt he could speak the truth to. With this thought, he said, "The strongest is the most powerful. I feel that the Green Cloud Nine Swords is the most powerful. Because the other techniques are either for concocting pills or blacksmithing. Only this technique is used for battle!"
When he said this, his expression became serious. Because he remembered that night in the Ghost Smoke Valley.
A man and a crane descended from the sky. The iron sword in their hands moved like a dragon. The Ghost Smoke Valley was littered with corpses …
With power, one could control the lives of others. Without power, even if one had wealth, what use was it?
In the end, one would still become the prey of others …
Other people cultivated to live a free and unfettered life, to travel thousands of miles spiritually. This held no attraction for him.
His first understanding of the Daoist Sect was its powerful combat power. Therefore, what he sought was combat power.
After listening to his answer, Bai Qianzhang let out a long sigh and said, "But you should know that the Green Cloud Nine Swords might be the strongest in the Blue Cloud Sect, but in the Nan Zhan Prefecture, it's not the strongest. In fact, it's very weak. Even in the small Chu Feng Continent, there are at least two or three techniques that are on par with it. So even if you learn it, you won't be the strongest!"
Fang Xing thought about it and said, "Then I'll learn this first. I'll learn something stronger later!"
Bai Qianzhang laughed and said, "All the sects and aristocratic families in the world view their own techniques as the root of their lives. I don't think they'll pass it down to you!"
Fang Xing said, "Then I'll go snatch it. I have to learn it anyway!"
Bai Qianzhang laughed and said, "But if you're not strong enough, how will you snatch it from others?"
Fang Xing became distressed. He pulled his hair and said, "Then what do you think I should do?"
Bai Qianzhang laughed and said, "There's no strongest technique, but there are other things that are the strongest. Moreover, they're very suitable for you!"
Fang Xing's eyes immediately lit up. He said, "What is it?"
Bai Qianzhang said indifferently, "A combat cultivator!"
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