If anyone else present had seen Fang Xuan's previous breakthroughs, they would probably point their finger at him and say: "Do you know that you looked just like this when you broke through?"
"Fang Xian?"
A somewhat unpleasant sound rang out from not far away.
Fang Xian clicked his tongue.
Is this some strange law of conservation of emotion? Whenever he's in a good mood, someone always seems to come along and ruin it.
He slowly and methodically completed the last step of processing the grasshoppers in his hand, arranging the six grasshoppers neatly on the stone beside him before turning to look at the person behind him.
"Li Jinchu, it's been months, how come you're still stuck in the mid-Nascent Soul stage?" he said.
Behind him was a large group of people, at least forty or fifty in number, all dressed in dark-colored clothing, but each person had made some personalized modifications to the design.
The young man at the head had his long hair neatly tied into a bun on top of his head, the silver crown inlaid with various spirit stones. His dark robes seemed ordinary, but they reflected a faint light as he moved, and were covered with intricate defensive runes.
If Ji Mofan were here, he would definitely exclaim that this is equivalent to draping Qi Fengyu's bed curtains over himself.
It all screams, "Look how incredibly valuable this outfit is!"
This is the leading sect among the five major sects—the Xiaoling Sect.
The leader was the head of the Xiaoling Sect and the eldest son of the Li family.
Li Jinchu was taken aback by Fang Xian's words, and with a clatter, she flung her folding fan open, pretending to casually fan herself in front of her chest.
"After all, I've been busy running for sect leader recently, so I've indeed neglected my cultivation a bit," he said.
"Unlike Fellow Daoist Fang, who is so leisurely. After all, the chief disciple of your sect has already been chosen, and no matter how hard you cultivate, you have no chance at all."
These words have zero damage value to Fang Xian.
He never cared about power or status.
"Then you should hurry up and get on with your work." Fang Xuan waved his hand casually at him. "The opening time of the Dark Mist Realm is limited. It's not worth wasting your time here with me."
...Li Jinchu now regrets calling out Fang Xian's name.
At first, he just felt that since they had met on a narrow road, they should at least greet each other politely.
Moreover, Fang Xian's presence here most likely means that Ling Yihan and a group of Changfeng Valley disciples are also nearby.
However, after talking for so long, no one else showed up.
Even when Li Jinchu released his spiritual sense, he couldn't find anyone hiding in the shadows nearby.
Apart from......
"Is Fellow Daoist Fang protecting someone who is about to break through?" Li Jinchu looked at the cave entrance where the array was set up.
"Since you've figured it out, then you'd better leave quickly." Fang Xian gave them the order to leave a second time without any politeness.
"Isn't it a bit too cold? I'd like to see just who this guy is that Fang Xian is willing to protect. Hearing him say that, Li Jinchu stood still and didn't budge. She even waved to the other Xiaoling Sect disciples behind her to rest on the spot."
As the leading sect among the five major sects in the cultivation world, the Xiaoling Sect obtained the most training slots in this Shenya Secret Realm trip, with a total of fifty people participating.
I don’t know if there were some casualties in the previous two days’ operations, but Fang Xian roughly counted and found that there were only forty-five Xiaoling Sect disciples present, including Li Jinchu.
Fang Xian didn't react much to this.
As long as he didn't get close to the cave where Ji Mofan was breaking through, he didn't care whether the guy in front of him was Li Jinchu or a pig.
He remained calmly leaning against a tree by the cave, picking a few blades of grass to continue weaving trinkets.
His previous mood was interrupted, and he stopped weaving grasshoppers and started weaving a plump pig for the New Year.
The reason Li Jinchu instructed everyone to set up camp and rest here was not purely out of a desire to cause trouble for Fang Xian.
It was already quite late, and the members of the Xiaoling Sect had just escaped from a trap and ambush. Everyone was exhausted.
They came this way hoping to find a cave to rest in. But it seems someone has already beaten them to it, and even managed to get that little genius from Changfeng Valley to stand guard outside the cave for them.
Li Jinchu was genuinely curious about who could have such influence.
In any case, the humidity in the Misty Secret Realm is quite high, and the environment is not much different whether you are in a cave or an open space.
At most, it saves the time of setting up a tent.
The Xiaoling Sect spared no expense for their training this time. Although it sounds a bit shabby that a team of fifty people only had five tents, and the tents themselves looked so small that it would be difficult to squeeze ten people into one room.
In reality, these tents are all products of weapon crafting by Nascent Soul stage weapon refiners. Each one is much more spacious inside than it appears from the outside. Not to mention cramming in forty or fifty people, even if the number were doubled, it wouldn't feel crowded at all.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, won't you come in and rest? Our tents are quite large." Li Jinchu stood at the edge of the group, watching the other disciples of the Xiaoling Sect set up their tents, and casually turned her head to ask Fang Xuan a question.
"The humidity in the Misty Secret Realm doubles after nightfall. If you leave it exposed to the air like this, you'll probably be soaking wet by tomorrow morning."
Fang Xian waved to him.
The large tree he was leaning against suddenly began to grow at a visible speed, as if it had been infused with spiritual energy.
The branches wove around Fang Xian into a comfortable-looking recliner, complete with a small canopy.
He raised his hand and lit a fire in the pre-drilled groove.
"No need for you to worry," Fang Xian said.
Li Jinchu didn't insist and lowered her head to crawl into the tent that had been set up.
As soon as he entered, he heard several junior disciples in the same room secretly gossiping.
"Senior Brother, tell me, who exactly is the person in that cave?" One of them wasn't intimidated at all when he came in, and even invited Li Jinchu over to join the discussion with great interest.
Although he is the eldest son of a family of cultivators, Li Jinchu usually dresses himself up like a walking jewelry display stand. He is not the type to be arrogant, and the disciples of Xiaoling Sect are quite close to him.
"What did you guys deduce just now?" Li Jinchu meticulously pulled out a clean, even fragrant, futon from her spatial ring, placed it on the ground, and then sat down.
"Let's guess, could the person inside be Fang Xian's Daoist partner or something?" the others chimed in eagerly.
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