"I refuse." Fang Shan said without thinking.
The fat monk seemed to have anticipated his words and said with a smile, "The greatest advantage of 'Kunpeng Nine Transformations' is that consuming dragons will lead to a sudden ascension. However, if you don't eat dragons and only enter the realm of cultivation, your appetite will increase significantly without gaining weight."
Fang Shan's eyes flickered with an inexplicable glint: "Really?"
After he finished speaking, he saw the fat monk's round body, and the bright light turned into suspicion.
The fat monk saw his concern and explained, "A dragon's body contains a large amount of energy, which is difficult to subdue. That's why I'm in this state."
Fang Shan changed his attitude: "As a member of the cultivation world, I cannot let the ancient secrets be lost."
The implication is that you must learn.
"This boy is teachable." The fat monk was very satisfied with his choice.
By the time Xie Lan retrieved the magical artifact and approached, the fat monk had vanished, meaning even the last trace of him in the world was gone. Xie Lan, feeling a pang of sadness for the man who had shown him such a favor, a trace of melancholy in his eyes.
Fang Shan comforted him, "Don't be so pessimistic. You might not even live to see him."
Xie Lan glanced at him quietly and said nothing.
Bai Yiqing arrived last. He didn't ask Fang Shan what he had gained. He said realistically, "After we leave here, you and I will go our separate ways."
"Part ways?" Fang Shan raised his eyebrows.
Bai Yiqing nodded. The person in front of him was a big trouble. The concept of love tribulation was quite mysterious. Unless necessary, the less involvement, the better.
Fang Shan readily agreed: "Okay."
Bai Yiqing looked at him with scrutiny, sensing that he had something else to say.
As expected, Fang Shan casually said, "I guess you've used dragon bones to forge your sword. The dragon scent on your body won't dissipate in a short time."
Bai Yiqing didn't say anything, as if he was evaluating the truth of his words.
Fang Shan didn't betray any emotion: "If you don't believe it, you can go out and try it."
The dragon had been dead for decades, so its aura should have completely disappeared.
However, Fang Shan spoke so confidently that it was difficult to tell whether it was true or not.
The dragon clan fights among themselves every day, but is surprisingly united towards the outside world. Bai Yiqing is not just an individual, but to some extent also represents the Sword Clan. They will not take a gamble easily even if the possibility is tiny.
Fang Shan: "Follow me, you won't be in trouble if you encounter a dragon."
Xie Lan gave a thumbs-up with admiration. This forced binding was actually successful.
Bai Yiqing did not completely believe his words and planned to look up relevant books after leaving.
Fang Shan, with his horns and innocent face, had scooped up a lot of treasures. Dragons are stingy, but they're only slightly generous to their juniors. Considering his underdeveloped state and the potential for bullying, passing dragons would leave a small amount of their belongings.
When he was about to leave, he was holding the treasure, still a little reluctant.
There were no boatmen on the East Continent, so Bai Yiqing fished a sea monster from the bottom of the ocean to serve as a boat. The monster's back wasn't nearly as comfortable as a boat's. Fang Shan twisted restlessly a few times before finally deciding to lie down.
"Be careful not to fall into the sea." Xie Lan kindly reminded.
Fang Shan said indifferently, "If I really go down, I will climb back up by my own efforts."
While speaking, he looked forward: Bai Yiqing was standing on the head of the sea monster just like when he came. Everything around him seemed like air to him.
Bai Yiqing gained a lot from the trip to the East Continent. Although he seemed motionless, his mind was constantly deducing the formation diagram he got from the fat monk.
Xie Lan had been friends with him for many years and had long been accustomed to the excessive quietness when he was out. This time, when he met Fang Shan, it was a rare opportunity for him to talk to someone, so he chatted a few more words.
"Someone like you is very good at survival and has talent, so why do you have to get entangled with that ice lump?"
Fang Shan's words were somewhat difficult to understand: "He is the entry point."
"Entry point?"
Fang Shan did not give any more explanations, but just sat there with his chin in his hand, in a daze.
The point of time travel was not good. It was before my first encounter with the evil god, and all the subsequent joys and sorrows had not yet occurred. This journey seemed meaningless. I had originally thought that my past self would bury some treasures in this time and space, but now it seems -
"Oh."
The sarcastic expression was too obvious, and Xie Lan gave him a puzzled look.
Fang Shan looked at the turbulent sea and suddenly felt a little bored.
Just when Xie Lan thought he would lie dead all the way, Fang Shan sat up as if resurrected from the dead and muttered mysteriously, "How long do you think it will take for him to become a god?"
"ha?"
Fang Shan: "They say beating someone makes them more talented. If I beat him up every day, will that help him improve his skills?"
Xie Lan swallowed his saliva: "The him you are talking about, can't it be that he is referring to..."
Xie Lan unconsciously looked at Bai Yiqing at the head of the sea monster, and his smile became more and more perfunctory.
Fang Shan nodded seriously.
Xie Lan tried to bring his sanity back: "For thousands of years, countless people have attempted to ascend, but none have succeeded."
He admitted that Bai Yiqing might be one of the most dazzling geniuses, but it was not so easy to cultivate into a god.
Bai Yiqing seemed to notice something and opened his eyes to look over here.
Xie Lan smiled guiltily, and in an attempt to cover up his mistake, he brought up another topic to chat with Fang Shan.
When it was about to reach the shore, the sea monster shrank back and roared at Bai Yiqing mournfully a few times.
Bai Yiqing did not take its life, but flew ashore on his sword.
Returning to the place where humans gathered, Xie Lan breathed a sigh of relief.
Bai Yiqing went to a secluded place and lit a stick of incense. When the incense was half burned, a blurry face was revealed.
Xie Lan was the first to call out, "Master."
The old man nodded in response.
Bai Yiqing went straight to the point and directly raised the question about the dragon remains.
The old man said, "A dragon bone that has been dead for less than three hundred years will still have a trace of breath."
Bai Yiqing frowned slightly: "Is there any way to solve it?"
"It's not difficult." The old man said, "Go find Master Yu and ask him to borrow some Linglan to grind into powder and carry with you."
The incense was about to burn out, and Xie Lan came forward with a bitter face.
The old man was helpless: "I will send a message to Master Yu and ask him to leave some good things for you."
Only then was Xie Lan satisfied.
The old man never looked at Fang Shan from beginning to end, until the moment the incense burned out, then his sharp eyes swept across his face.
Fang Shan maintained a false smile and looked directly into the other person's eyes.
In a few breaths, the old man's face suddenly disappeared. If it weren't for the ashes remaining in the air, it seemed as if everything just now was just an illusion.
Bai Yiqing: "Master Yu doesn't like to be disturbed by outsiders."
Fang Shan surprisingly went along with his idea: "It's almost impossible for dragons to appear on this continent. It doesn't matter if we go our separate ways."
Xie Lan kindly left a few communication talismans: "If there is any emergency, you can contact us at any time."
Fang Shan took it with a smile and watched them fly away on their swords.
Until he could no longer see the two of them, the smile on his face could no longer remain.
"Host?"
For a moment, he vaguely felt that Wei Sushen was calling him.
There was no response. Fang Shan thought it was an illusion for a moment, so he looked up at the sky and began to sing: "Missing you is a very..."
"It's me."
A familiar voice interrupted his singing, and Fang Shan's expression suddenly became serious: "Where are you?"
"Auction house."
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During the time when he made his fortune by reselling, Fang Shan had been here more than once. The auction house was always bustling with activity. Even at the door, he could hear several monks discussing today's auction items.
After walking around each floor, he found no trace of the host: "Where is he?"
After a long while, a voice sounded in my mind: "You walked by, at the door."
Fang Shan returned along the same route.
In a corner where the sunlight cannot reach, a man in a black robe sits with his head bowed. If you don’t look carefully, it is easy to overlook him.
"Without me, the host would have fallen to this point!"
Wei Sushen stood up with the help of the wall, coughing every three steps, and finally fell into his arms.
“…”
Fang Shan was startled, thinking that he had suffered an external injury. After a careful examination, he found that apart from the meridians being a little fragile, there was nothing serious.
Wei Sushen's eyes were deep: "Ever since entering this plane, my health has not been good."
Fang Shan first took the person to the inn and asked for some soft food that mortals could eat.
Wei Sushen slowly replenished his strength.
Fang Shan's eyes darkened: "Man, you really can't do it without me."
Wei Sushen let him play the role of an old hen protecting her chicks and ate quietly. During this time, he glanced at the other person: he was wearing an expensive robe, and there were two or three kinds of ornaments around his waist alone.
Fang Shan, like a wealthy local, took off a pendant from his waist and handed it to him: "It can protect you from wolves."
Wei Sushen pursed his lips.
Oh.
Being kept.
Seeing that the other party had recovered some of his energy, Fang Shan asked him how he got here.
Wei Sushen: "I was studying the crystal ball, and I don't know why I was pulled here."
"Crystal ball?"
That poor bald guy has basically only served as a decoration since he was brought to the real plane.
Wei Sushen asked casually, "Are you alone?"
Fang Shan didn't even have a hint of guilt in his eyes. He pretended not to understand and said, "Who else could it be?"
Wei Sushen pursed his lips and said with a cold face, "Evil God."
Fang Shan poured a cup of tea and said leisurely, "Everything should be left to fate. Besides, ever since I came here, there has not been a single day that I have not missed the host."
Although he knew that not a single word of it could be believed, Wei Sushen's expression softened slightly as he couldn't help but feel relieved when he heard it.
Fang Shan tried to circulate the spiritual energy around him and found that his strength was not affected. He murmured, "It turns out that when we are not carrying out the mission, our strength can be unequal."
Great, I accidentally discovered another loophole.
Wei Sushen: "I tried, but there's no way back."
Fang Shan was very calm: "Don't worry too much."
Bugs like theirs that violate the rules of logging in will naturally get them kicked out over time.
Wei Sushen squinted at him and asked, "When are you going to see your old lover?"
Fang Shan said righteously, "I don't have a lover. The most urgent thing is to take care of your health."
Just as he expressed his determination, the communication talisman flashed. Fang Shan walked to the door of the inn, and Xie Lan's voice came clearly.
"Can you imagine that Master Yu only gave me a few spirit stones? How stingy!"
Fang Shan listened to his complaints and occasionally responded once or twice.
Xie Lan: "Where are you? Why are you so quiet?"
Fang Shan's eyelids jumped: "I'm logging into my secondary account."
"Trumpet?" A sinister voice came from behind.
Fang Shan didn't dare to look back and quickly changed his words: "The main account is online."
The author has something to say: Wei Sushen: I have reason to suspect that you have countless aliases outside.
Fang Shan: No.
Wei Sushen: Does every pseudonym support a small family?
Fang Shan: ...Really not.
Wei Sushen: No more talking, let’s jump into the river together.
Fang Shan: ...
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