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Chapter 93

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After giving a warning to all the disciples who needed to turn in the spiritual stones, Fang Xing returned to his cave residence. After thinking for a while, he found a large board, brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. He dipped the brush in thick ink, held the brush with his five fingers, and wrote two lines of crooked characters. He then hung it outside his cave residence. The content was: "Early payment will be rewarded, deliberately causing trouble will be punished – Fang Xing, go!"

After finishing this, he went to the Green Wood Pavilion and took out two pieces of five mid-grade spiritual stones, which he exchanged for five hundred low-grade spiritual stones. He filled a dustpan with dazzling red stones and placed it on the left side of his cave residence. On the right side, he inserted the Azure Dragon Green Flame into the ground, looking awe-inspiring. He then moved a rattan chair and sat outside his cave residence. He took out the jade book of basic techniques and slowly studied it.

This appearance attracted many people who passed by the Makshin Valley, especially the dustpan full of low-grade spiritual stones. It really made people envious. After all, even if one entered the inner sect, the monthly resources were only ten low-grade spiritual stones. If one wanted to earn more, they could only work hard to improve their attainments in pill, weapon, talisman, and formation.

It must be said that there were not many disciples who had entered the inner sect who came from poor families. Those who came from poor families and did not have enough resources were almost eliminated from the outer sect. But even if their families had a little extra money, not everyone was rich in the bottomless pit of the cultivation world. Only people like Mu Rong Ying and Qin Xing 'er, who came from rich families, or people like Xu Lingyun, who had high attainments in the art of alchemy and could earn enough resources on their own, would be able to easily use mid-tier spirit stones and not care about low-tier spirit stones.

It could be said that the dustpan of low-grade spiritual stones that Fang Xing put out was a big fortune for many people.

Coupled with the wooden boards hanging from above, many people were instantly attracted over. They stepped forward and cupped their hands in greeting, saying, "Little Senior Brother Fang, you have so many Spirit Stones, why didn't you keep them properly? Why did you put them out there?"

Fang Xing let out a big sigh and said, "Sigh, there's no other way. Master asked me to collect this month's refined iron. I'm afraid that my fellow brothers and sisters won't give me face, so I have no choice but to throw money at them. Whoever pays the refined iron on time, I'll reward him with ten spiritual stones!"

The disciple who came up to ask was shocked and said: "This 1.5 kilograms of refined iron every month has always been the voluntary work that the disciples who have just entered the True Forging Valley provide to the Dao Sect, not a single spirit stone is given …"

Fang Xing said, "The Daoist School is the Daoist School, and I am me. Uncle Fang is rich. Whoever gives me face, I'll give them benefits. Humph! But if someone doesn't give me face and delays my plans, then I'll have this knife stuck in my chest!

The onlooking disciples were full of praise, cupped their hands and left. Soon, Fang Xing's actions spread throughout the Makshin Valley.

Usually, when the disciples of the Makshin Valley handed in the three kilograms of refined iron, they did not get any benefits. Now, there was such a small local tycoon who directly sprinkled a lot of spiritual stones. How could these disciples who were not rich to begin with not be tempted?

That night, more than ten disciples who had to pay spirit stones for this month gathered together to discuss. Someone said, "It's not that I don't want to be on the same front as everyone, but this Fang Xing is really generous. As long as we pay fine iron on time, we will get ten spirit stones. This is not a small amount. The Dao Sect only gives us ten spirit stones a month, where else can we find such an opportunity?"

Others immediately seconded and said, "That's right. Although this little devil offended Senior Brother Murong as soon as he arrived, we have been brothers for so many years. It's only right to gather together and give this little devil a show of strength, to let him know that the Makshin Valley is a place with rules. But it's not wise to give up these ten spiritual stones. After all, everyone lives a tight life …"

Everyone was talking at once, but they were all tempted to hand in the three kilograms of refined iron.

In the crowd, a lean man with a handlebar mustache sneered and said, "Originally, we discussed that night to help Senior Brother Murong vent his anger. On the surface, we promised him nicely, but we did not hand it over. He wanted to collect the refined iron on the 23rd, so we had to give him the 24th before we handed it over, so that he could not complete the task assigned by Master. If he really dared to use force, not to mention the fact that there are so many of us, we may not necessarily lose to him. Even if we all complained to Master, it would be enough to make him suffer. What are you all doing? Are you tempted by ten low-grade spiritual stones? Who knows if Senior Brother Murong will have a more generous reward after we help him vent his anger? "

Everyone looked at each other. This time, the idea of everyone joining forces to give Fang Xing a show of strength was proposed by the rat-bearded man. He also said that after they completed this task, Mu Yong-Young would have a generous reward for everyone. However, on one side, it was an empty promise, and on the other side, it was a big basket of red spiritual stones that could be obtained as long as they handed in the refined iron. No one was stupid to choose which side to choose!

"Senior Brother Bamboo Rat, this plan won't work anymore. This brat has privately advanced the payment of the Spirit Stones by ten days. I guess he's guarding against us. If we insist on delaying the payment until after the 13th, I'm afraid he'll come looking for us …"

"Yes, yes, although we are not necessarily afraid of him if we join forces, this little devil was personally accepted into the valley by Master. If we go too far, won't Master be angry? Moreover … with that little devil's strength, I'm afraid it will not be easy for us to subdue him even if we join forces … If one of us is injured, sigh, we will need to spend spiritual stones to buy medicine to heal the injury! "

In other words, even though the bamboo rat represented Senior Martial Brother Mu Rong Ying to instruct them to do this, if they did not get to see any benefits, they would be a little unwilling to do this for them. It would be more appropriate for them to quickly get some benefits that they could see.

The rat-bearded man was somewhat helpless. Mu Yong-Young was indeed rich, but he had just lost the Azure Dragon Green Flame Saber and ten middle-grade spiritual stones. At this time, he really could not directly take out so many benefits to share with everyone. He was also somewhat unable to cook without rice. However, his mind was very active, and after thinking about it, he came up with another idea …

"Forget it, since that little devil has privately collected the spiritual stones by ten days in advance, the original plan is indeed a little difficult to carry out. I have another idea to ensure that everyone can get the little devil's spiritual stones for free, and we can also help Senior Brother Mu Rong vent his anger. In this way, not only will we get the little devil's ten spiritual stones, but we will also get Senior Brother Mu Rong's reward. Why not?"

When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up, and they hurriedly came forward. "I'm willing to listen to Senior Brother Bamboo Rat's advice …"

"Magic Eyes Technique …"

"Barrier Technique …"

"Sensing Technique …"

In the Makshin Valley, Fang Xing did not waste his time during this period of time. Instead, he diligently comprehended the basic magic arts.

The reason why low-level magic arts were called basic magic arts was that they were simple yet very practical. For example, the Gravity Technique had various functions such as retrieving objects from a distance, raising Qi to leap, and resisting external attacks. Although it was the simplest magic art, it could be used even when one reached the Gold Core Realm or even the Yuanying Realm. It was simply a kind of magic art that could be practiced for a lifetime.

In addition to the Magic Eyes Technique, Sensing Technique, and Barrier Technique, they were known as the four basic magic arts that cultivators must practice.

Among them, there was no need to mention the role of the Gravity Technique. The Magic Eyes Technique consumed spiritual energy to greatly improve one's eyesight. Not only could one see some distant things that one could not see in a short period of time, but one could even distinguish some phantoms.

The Sensing Technique was a kind of magic art that used spiritual energy to sense and probe.

For example, an object placed in a wooden box might not be seen through even with the Magic Eyes Technique. At that time, the Sensing Technique would be used. It could be used to see the object inside the wooden box. It could also be used to see the contents of an unopened book. In addition, when using this magic art, one could also feel the circulation of spiritual energy in a person's body when they came into contact with him.

Chen Xuanhua, the leader of the Blue Cloud Sect, had used this method to detect Fang Xing's cultivation.

The Barrier Technique, as the name suggested, was to form a barrier around the body. As long as the barrier was not broken, the cultivator would not suffer any harm.

All magic arts were based on spiritual energy and needed to consume spiritual energy. The stronger the spiritual energy, the more obvious the effect of the magic art.

Of course, the more times the magic art was used, the more proficient the practice would be, and the better the effect would be.

Ten days passed by in the days of practicing magic arts. The small stall that Fang Xing had set up to collect refined iron finally began to welcome the Makshin Valley disciples who came to pay the spirit stones. These people even came together.

"Little Senior Brother Fang …"

The leader was Liu Huazhang. He first took a deep look at the basket of low-grade spirit stones on the left side of Fang Xing. His eyes were full of greed. He then said, "I heard that if we pay the refined iron on time, Little Senior Brother Fang will have spirit stones as a reward?"

Fang Xing put away the jade booklet and said lazily, "That's only natural. Your Uncle Fang has always been a man of his word. Since you've handed over the refined iron in advance, you'll receive ten Spirit Stones. But if you deliberately cause trouble, you'll be fined twenty Spirit Stones!"

Liu Huazhang was startled and said with a smile, "I would never dare. When Little Senior Brother Fang said that you would collect the refined iron ten days in advance, I traveled day and night with a group of brothers and sisters. I didn't even have time to practice, but I managed to refine it in advance …"

As he said this, he stepped forward and handed a piece of shiny, black jade-like refined iron to the front of Fang Xing. He said, "This is the refined iron I refined this month. There are three catties and one tael in total. You don't have to count the extra. Little Senior Brother Fang, please pay!"

Fang Xing glanced at the spirit stones in his hand and said without batting an eyelid, "You take ten spirit stones yourself. Next!"

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