Chapter 137 Two (asking for monthly ticket)
Fang Xing actually thought about taking the inferior foundation-building pill and leaving first.
Anyway, with the help of Wanhua Ding, this inferior foundation-building pill can be upgraded to a genuine one!
Then he would go into seclusion to build his foundation, and when he became a foundation-building cultivator, he would come back to cause trouble for the ancestor of the Zhou family.
But it would be too late then, and I always feel like my thoughts are not making sense!
"You let me take the foundation-building pill and leave. Aren't you afraid that I will succeed in building my foundation and come back for revenge in the future?"
Fang Xing asked coldly.
Zhou Yuan was stunned, and then replied: "Not to mention that the probability of building a foundation with inferior foundation-building pills is much lower than that of genuine ones. Even if you succeed by chance, I will insist that I didn't perform well, and then apologize heavily. In Ziyuan Immortal City, I still have some connections and face..."
What’s more, by that time, the Zhou family might have two foundation-building cultivators.
"As expected, he is a cultivator. He does everything without considering the consequences. He just does it first and then thinks about it..."
Fang Xing smiled and said, "Forget it. I see that you still have some bottom line. Since you left me an inferior foundation-building pill, I will only kill you this time. There is no need to go to Ziqingtan to wipe out your entire family!"
"You want to destroy my Zhou family?"
The rough and sturdy man who had perfected his Qi training was furious. He was about to blast out the purple lightning cone, a top-grade magical weapon in his hand, when his expression suddenly changed! A red and fiery lightning suddenly emerged from the alchemy room and swept across!
The power far exceeded the first level, causing Zhou Yuantong's expression to change: "Bing Fire Divine Thunder?"
He waved the spiritual-level cattail leaf fan in his hand, and immediately an extremely thick green light curtain emerged, protecting him tightly.
Second level——Bing Fire Divine Thunder Talisman!
This was naturally performed by Fang Xing.
Moreover, it was not to kill people, but just to buy time and cover up.
The lightning flashed past, and the original alchemy room collapsed with a loud bang, and countless bricks and tiles shattered! However, a fiery red light curtain also appeared on the alchemy furnace, blocking the lightning.
The astonishing fluctuations of magical power spread far away, and were completely blocked and absorbed by the khaki light shield inside the Zhou Mansion... making it look as if nothing was unusual to the outside world.
"Second-level Bing Fire God Thunder Talisman? If this talisman is your trump card, it's too arrogant."
Zhou Yuantong gently waved the palm-leaf fan in his hand, and wind blades and fire dragons appeared.
The wind fuels the fire!
The fire dragons suddenly became more rampant, baring their fangs and claws, and pounced on Fang Xing! Under this attack from the foundation-building cultivator, any Qi-cultivating cultivator would be reduced to ashes! Roar!
Amid the roars of dragons and tigers, the fire dragons in the sky condensed at the same time, then exploded and turned into wisps of green smoke.
"you……"
Zhou Yuantong saw a young man in strange clothes standing in front of Fang Xing.
Just now, it was the other party who dispersed those fire dragons with a slap.
"Second level physical training?"
His expression suddenly became extremely solemn, and the silver-white token appeared in his hand: "I am sorry for the offense this time. I am willing to apologize. Please..."
While talking to buy time, Zhou Yuantong was also very confused.
He had clearly activated the Thick Earth Formation to cover the entire Zhou Mansion, so where on earth did this second-level physical cultivator come from?
Why is there no trace of magical power on him?
This breath-retaining technique is truly astonishing! Zhou Yuantong already began to regret it.
With such inheritance and the protection of a second-level physical cultivator, this Qi-cultivating cultivator is indeed very powerful. I had misjudged him and shouldn't have done so many small tricks.
But it was too late now. He could only hope to hold the other party back, and then let Xiao Liu and the others capture the Qigong cultivator, so that the two sides could negotiate...
Just when Zhou Yuantong activated the power of the Thick Earth Formation and prepared to suppress Fang Xing himself.
Only two hissing sounds were heard!
Two lasers penetrated through the magic weapon's protective shield and melted the heads of the two late-stage Qi training cultivators of the Zhou family, turning them into two headless corpses that fell to the ground.
"Sixth uncle?"
Zhou Xin exclaimed in shock. She never expected that the foundation-building seeds in her home would die just like that?
Tsk! Under the gun, all beings are equal.
Fang Xing immediately fired another shot, leaving a large wound on Zhou Xin's chest.
"Ah... you dare to kill my heir?"
When Zhou Yuantong saw this scene, his eyes were red with anger. He poured all his magic power into the silver token and gently waved it towards Fang Xing himself.
Boom!
A yellowish-brown mountain shadow emerged from the void, pressing heavily on Fang Xing.
He opened his hands and a second-level spell began to condense, ready to take Fang Xing's life.
"You dare to suppress me with just a mountain?"
But suddenly a long laugh was heard.
Fang Xing's body was shining with golden light, as if he was wearing a heavy golden armor. Two golden lights flashed in his eyes, and his back was like a dragon as he stood up with a bang.
Carrying the mountain on one shoulder! Boom!
The ground shook, and the nodes of the surrounding formations actually let out mournful cries as if they could not bear the heavy burden.
"A quasi-third-level physical training?!"
When Zhou Yuantong saw this scene, he immediately felt extremely regretful. Why did he covet this foundation-building pill? "Fellow Daoist, spare my life. Master Ziyuan and I are..."
Roar!
Along with the roars of dragons and tigers, the terrifying will of martial arts directly rushed into his sea of consciousness, causing this foundation-building cultivator to be in a trance for a moment.
Fang Xing took a step forward, as if shrinking the earth into an inch, and came in front of the Zhou family ancestor. He stretched out his five fingers and slapped down with one palm! Snap! The true essence shield that Zhou Yuantong had condensed with the liquid magic power of a foundation-building cultivator shattered instantly.
Fang Xing kept hitting the old guy in the face, making the face with white hair and youthful appearance sunken.
Bang! Zhou Yuantong's body flew backwards and hit a piece of wall ruins.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
"Alas... I just want to cooperate in refining the elixir honestly, why are you forcing me to take action?"
"The morals of the monks in this world are really unbearable..."
Fang Xing shook his head and walked to the alchemy furnace.
After losing its owner, the spiritual light above the alchemy furnace instantly dimmed.
Fang Xing's immortal clone fumbled around for a bit and injected a bit of magic power, which caused the alchemy furnace to roar. A secret compartment opened, and a blue pill flew out. It was a genuine foundation-building pill!
He touched Zhou Yuantong's body again and took out the inferior foundation-building pill.
"Both of these pills can be put into the Wanhua Ding for nurturing. When the time comes, one will be of top grade and the other of genuine grade... I'll eat the top grade one myself, and I'll have the genuine grade Foundation Establishment Pill. It will be hard currency wherever I go... Didn't you see that an old Foundation Establishment ancestor died for it?"
Fang Xing sighed, and then started to work, no, to touch the corpse.
The big one naturally belongs to the ancestor of the Zhou family. Not only are there a hundred middle-grade spirit stones in his storage bag, but there is also a middle-grade spirit weapon-level cattail leaf fan and a scarlet alchemy furnace.
"This second-level alchemy furnace must have consumed a lot of spirit stones..."
Fang Xing was a connoisseur of valuables. He immediately took out a bronze ring and put the alchemy furnace into it.
Otherwise, with the capacity of ordinary storage bags in the world of immortal cultivation, it might not be able to hold it all.
In addition, several Qi-cultivating monks can also be considered wealthy.
There are even two storage bags!
"As expected of a family cultivator, he is just a little wealthier than an independent cultivator..."
Storage bags are rare items, and you can earn a lot of spirit stones by selling them.
According to Fang Xing's estimation, most of the Zhou family's wealth is actually here.
"Alas... this is not what I want."
He cleaned up the Zhou family mansion, leaving no one alive, and then came to the gate. He saw an unusually thick layer of ochre-colored light covering the entire mansion.
"The second-level thick earth formation is famous for its defense..."
Fang Xing himself was eager to try and wanted to throw another punch to see if he could break it completely.
But he also felt that the noise was too loud and would attract law enforcement monks or even the True Person Ziyuan.
Although he had the right to kill people, the local monks were unreasonable and only cared about strength and connections.
The immortal clone flipped through it casually and took out a silver-white token.
After a slight input of mana, a large amount of information emerged.
"Sure enough, this token is the control center of the Thick Earth Formation..."
Ordinary immortal cultivators are not formation masters and only have the ability to set up formations. If they want to manipulate the formations flexibly, they cannot do without the assistance of this kind of restriction token.
After Fang Xing erased the mark of the Zhou family's ancestor, he completely refined the token and was able to control the Thick Earth Formation.
He immediately turned off the formation, and then dug everywhere in the Zhou family mansion, digging out three ochre formation plates and sixteen formation flags.
"I almost missed out on a treasure... This set of equipment for setting up the second-level, low-grade thick earth formation is worth at least tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones..."
After putting away the formation flags and formation plates, Fang Xing walked out of Zhou Mansion, feeling as if he was in another world.
"So where to go now?"
He thought for a while and said, "Why not... just build the foundation directly? Anyway, I can start building the foundation at the ninth level of Qi training. I have the foundation building pill and I have a natural spiritual root, so it's a sure thing..."
If we go to another place, there may not be the environment of the second-level spiritual vein here.
Fang Xing brought his real self to the City Lord's Mansion, and was specifically responsible for renting out the cave.
"Fellow Daoist, would you like to rent the cave?"
The manager here is named Wang, who has reached the late stage of Qi training and is said to be a close confidant of the city lord. When he was young, he tried to build a foundation once, but failed, and his vitality was seriously damaged, so he gave up his career. Since then, he has been managing the leasing business in the market here and is a shrewd and capable person.
"Give me a cave with second-grade, superior spiritual energy."
Fang Xing threw out a few medium-grade spirit stones.
"Fellow Daoist, are you going to attack the foundation?"
Steward Wang was startled and said, "I would like to congratulate you in advance on your successful foundation building."
"Thank you for your good words."
Fang Xing bowed, took the cave token, and came to the cave with second-level superior spiritual energy.
This cave is located near the City Lord's Mansion. It is surrounded by spiritual energy like mist, which is in no way comparable to those first-level caves on the outskirts.
Boom!
Fang Xing used the cave token to open the thick stone door, and saw that the spiritual energy inside the cave was richer than the outside world. There were living rooms, training rooms, gardens, etc. Although the furnishings were simple, they were very antique.
After taking a few glances, he nodded with satisfaction and used the token to seal the cave.
"If it were any other immortal cultivator, they would definitely have to set up a set of formations to protect themselves in their caves, but I don't need to."
The immortal clone looked at his original self, smiled slightly, and entered the training room, ready to adjust his state and impact the foundation.
If someone breaks in by force, they will just die!
Fang Xing yawned, then sat cross-legged bored, waiting for the clone to succeed.
(End of this chapter)
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