Fang Shan retreated step by step until he was almost forced into a desperate situation. He stopped and said slowly: "Don't push me, otherwise..."
Wei Sushen stopped three feet away from him, raised an eyebrow and asked, "What else?"
Before he could finish his words, a torrent of bottle caps began to fall from the sky. They were even denser than before and were all in the same space, making it almost impossible to avoid them.
Fang Shan said calmly, "This is a sister piece to 'Heavenly Girl Scattering Flowers,' 'Heavenly Flowering'."
Wei Sushen closed his eyes, as if suppressing something: "What on earth is going on in your head?"
"Host, do you think it's water?" Fang Shan shook his head and said seriously, "No, it's full of you."
“…”
The moon is unusually bright tonight, and its radiance is dazzling when viewed from the wilderness.
The wind here has no shelter, blowing completely, mixed with some kind of faint whimpering, and penetrates into people's ears, making them subconsciously hold their breath to listen.
It was not the sobbing of an ordinary person, but rather the sobbing of a mouse, sharp and unpleasant.
Fang Shan hid behind Wei Sushen: "There's a ghost. I'm so scared."
Wei Sushen looked at him coldly.
Fang Shan straightened his clothes and walked out: "I thought the host would like this type."
Wei Sushen looked up at the sky: "It's very late."
Fang Shan nodded and walked back with him.
The faint whimpering stopped, and when the strong wind blew again, it brought with it a strange fragrance.
"Please stay, gentlemen." A woman in red appeared behind them. Her skin was as white as snow and she looked at them pitifully.
Wei Sushen couldn't help but frown, and had to admit that although the woman in front of him was beautiful in the same red dress, she looked worldly, not even one ten-thousandth as beautiful as Fang Shan.
The woman seemed to have sprained her foot and was carrying a basket on her back, in which one could vaguely see a few medicinal herbs.
As he spoke, he limped forward a few steps and said, "I twisted my ankle while collecting herbs in the mountains. I wonder if you could help me get back."
Seeing that Wei Sushen didn't answer, he quickly said, "Not far. I'm the daughter of Zhang the blacksmith, and my family lives in the city."
Wei Sushen wasn't used to turning his back to the unknown, so he turned around as soon as he noticed something unusual. However, Fang Shan only glanced back at him at that moment, with a rather playful smile: "Miss, you're really working hard to come here so late to collect herbs."
"There's going to be an alchemist conference in town, and I'm looking for some herbs to sell for a good price."
Fang Shan narrowed his eyes. "She's beautiful, but she doesn't have the aura of a cultivator. She looks weak and vulnerable. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't hurt to help her, but..."
The woman subconsciously asked, "But what?"
Fang Shan suddenly laughed: "You have been lying from the beginning. You are not from Chao'an City."
The woman was startled: "Sir, where did you get this from?"
Fang Shan: "No one from Chao'an, whether they are monks or commoners, will leave the city these days."
Poor thing, these people are scared by the puppets.
With every word he spoke, a bottle cap came out of his mouth. The woman wanted to pretend at first, but in a few breaths she was beaten black and blue.
It was confirmed that Fang Shan had no mercy on women. Her graceful figure quickly shriveled up, and the charming woman was gone. What appeared in front of them was a thin old woman.
Fang Shan: "Demon cultivator?"
"There is no such disgusting thing in the Demon Realm." A voice came from the air, and the Demon Lord suddenly appeared. He put on an extra cloak at night, and he looked domineering when the wind blew.
The old woman seemed to recognize the Demon Lord. Her face was filled with fear and she turned around to escape.
The Demon Lord was able to shock an entire region, naturally relying on his formidable strength. He stood still, his sleeves seeming to cover a patch of moonlight, and the moment he swung them out, the old woman was trapped within them.
Fang Shan took a closer look at the demon lord who "helped others when seeing injustice" and seriously considered the possibility that he had been possessed by another body.
The Demon Lord stepped forward and said, "I've been looking for this old fellow for years. I never thought I'd run into him here today."
Fang Shan curled his lips...it turned out that there was an old grudge.
The old woman knew there was no hope of escape. She made a gurgling sound in her throat and looked fiercely at Fang Shan and Wei Sushen: "Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go!"
Fang Shan tilted his head and asked Wei Sushen, "Does this sound familiar to you?"
Wei Sushen helped him recall: "In the previous world, Li Kai said the same thing before he died."
Fang Shan frowned. "I don't understand. It was the Demon Lord who wanted to kill her. What does this have to do with us?"
Wei Sushen also felt that the old woman was being unreasonable.
After a comparison... I found that Fang Shan was reasonable.
The old woman was still cursing them madly. To be honest, she was unlucky. She was originally an evil cultivator who lived in the mountains and relied on cannibalism to practice. Her ability was average, and she relied entirely on concealing her breath to take people by surprise.
There were too many monks in the city, and she usually wouldn't get close to them for fear of being recognized. But recently, she didn't know what evil wind had blown, and there wasn't even a single monk who went to the suburbs to practice. She had no choice but to take the risk of entering the city to hunt at night.
The Demon Lord sneered: "If you have the chance to reincarnate, remember to come and take revenge, but I guess there will be no such opportunity..."
After saying that, he actually crushed the old woman's dantian into pieces.
The old woman was still looking at Fang Shan and Wei Sushen at the end, and died with her eyes open.
The Demon Lord pulled a piece of cloth from the old woman and carefully wiped the blood off his hands bit by bit.
Fang Shan couldn't help but imagine the annual drama of the young and ignorant Demon Lord being deceived by an old woman and falling in love. The Demon Lord seemed to see what he was thinking and his face changed: "This Lord and..."
"The truth isn't important," Fang Shan waved his hand. "If it's not as interesting as I imagined, why would I need to know it?"
"..." The Demon Lord endured and endured until he could no longer endure it. He looked in the direction of Wei Sushen and asked: "How did you resist the urge to kill him?"
Wei Sushen: "Prepare to keep it for enlightenment."
The Demon Lord said sincerely: "If successful, it will be an invincible path."
Fang Shan: “…”
·
The "Double Saints' Disaster" is not a complete disaster. There is a mountain forest outside Chao'an City, which is rich in natural treasures and there are also many evil demons and heretics hidden in it.
The old woman Fang Shan met last night was one of them, but recently these evil cultivators have been cut off from their supply, so they had to take the risk of going into the city, and many of them were wiped out.
When Fang Shan passed by a bookstore, for some reason he went in to take a look and found that he had made another entry in the history book.
Wei Sushen was not very interested in these things. He was flipping through some books introducing basic knowledge. To this day, he still had no understanding of Taoism.
There are not many cultivators in the bookstore. The sales of "History of Tianxuan Continent" have been extremely hot recently, and Fang Shan and Wei Sushen have made great contributions to this.
However, not many people were discussing this today. Everyone's focus was on the alchemy conference that was being held. Some gambling houses also opened betting on this, so no matter who you favored, you could go and place your bet.
Some things may sound ordinary at first, but if you hear them more often, you will develop ideas.
Fang Shan and Wei Sushen's eyes met in mid-air, and they both looked away guiltily, then focused again.
Putting the book down, Fang Shan coughed lightly: "The host and I are thinking the same thing."
Wei Sushen pursed his lips tightly, remained silent, and pretended not to understand what he was saying.
Fang Shan sneered: "Why deny it?"
Those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to the rule are black.
Wei Sushen had no choice but to continue with the previous topic: "The pills might be useful."
Fang Shan said with a smile: "The host and I really have a tacit understanding."
Wei Sushen held his forehead with his hand. It was because of this that he began to doubt his own values.
Fang Shan: "We are so compatible, why not become brothers? We don't ask to be born on the same day, month, and year, but we do ask to die on the same day."
Wei Sushen: "...Don't come up with such a high-sounding excuse just because of drinking."
Even after being exposed, Fang Shan did not feel guilty. He changed his mind and realized that drinking to swear brotherhood was only half a pot of wine at most, which was a bit of a loss.
Wei Sushen was still debating whether to impose a drinking limit when Fang Shan suddenly asked, "How about a wedding banquet? We'll have a casual banquet, become a fake couple, and live in unwavering love from then on."
“…” After a cold rejection, Wei Sushen talked to him about business.
Fang Shan felt disappointed, but he still agreed: "The pill is indeed a solution."
Wei Sushen nodded. He could feel the tremendous power in his body, which could completely filter out the negative effects of the elixir.
Fang Shan made a decision, patted Wei Sushen's shoulder, and took a deep breath: "From today on, we will take drugs. Either we break through, or we die."
Chaoan doesn't have much else at the moment, except for the abundance of alchemists and medicinal materials.
Fang Shan was knowledgeable and could easily judge the value of various elixirs. He bargained with the owner of the elixir shop like a vegetable seller.
"One hundred spirit stones. If you don't give it to me, I'll leave."
The boss watched Fang Shan walk to the door coldly, without any intention of stopping him.
Fang Shan didn't feel embarrassed, so he turned a corner and came back: "Forget it, one hundred and twenty is one hundred and twenty."
After paying, he tapped his fingers on the table and said, "Give me another porcelain vase."
The boss said expressionlessly: "One spirit stone."
Fang Shan paid the money with a gloomy face. The porcelain bottles in the alchemy shop can keep the medicinal effects from evaporating. One spirit stone is considered cheap. On normal days, he would need at least two or three spirit stones.
Wei Sushen: "Not buying anymore?"
Fang Shan shook his head: "Although it's like plucking feathers from a passing goose, I've already plucked two here, let's go to another place."
We cannot just fleece the sheep in one place, as this will be detrimental to sustainable development.
The boss looked at them leaving with a sullen face. The waiter was puzzled and said, "If you don't want to, just don't do this business."
"Have you ever heard of the Hallows?"
The man was surprised, recalling the two men's appearances and voices: "Could it be them?"
The boss packed up the herbs and said, "Never mind. Pills are extremely profitable, so I'm still making a profit."
But my heart was bleeding, as I earned nine-tenths less than usual.
The guy murmured, "So everything written in the History of Tianxuan Continent is true."
Fang Shan already has a bad reputation, and his current mentality is simply to throw in the towel.
He went around the medicine shops in the city and bought all the medicines of better quality. After he had no target, he naturally extended his claws to the Alchemist Conference.
As soon as he entered the venue, he was seen by the leader of Tianji Sect.
Du Xuan raised his glass to the Demon Lord, pretending to drink tea instead of wine: "Your sacred weapon is here."
The first two words are pronounced with particular emphasis.
The Demon Lord glanced at his confidant, who stepped forward and said sternly, "No, it's your sacred weapon."
It was quite a distance away, but for a cultivator, he could still hear it clearly.
Fang Shan walked into the venue without changing his expression. The alchemy conference required an invitation to enter, but none of the guards at the door dared to stop him. The elder of the Dan Pavilion turned a blind eye and hinted that as long as the two holy artifacts did not cause trouble, they could do whatever they wanted.
Fang Shan looked around and finally sat down next to Du Xuan.
Du Xuan's hand holding the teacup froze: "Fellow Daoist, you have good eyesight."
With so many monks present, he could still be seen.
Fang Shan: "There are fewer people wearing green robes, so they are easier to recognize."
Du Xuan subconsciously glanced at the Demon Lord. He usually dressed ostentatiously, with every piece of clothing embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon. But today, as if anticipating such a situation, he wore a plain robe and meticulously tied his hair up, giving him the appearance of a scholar.
Du Xuan's smile gradually faded, and the Purple Dragon Divine Beast shook his head: "The Demon Lord is very scheming."
Fang Shan was currently extremely quiet, and Wei Sushen had barely spoken a word, occasionally putting something in his mouth.
His movements were so fast that Du Xuan finally managed to detect that it was a pill. He couldn't help but say, "Overdosing on the pill will cause impurities to accumulate in the body, which is not conducive to future cultivation."
Wei Sushen acted as if nothing had happened and continued to take drugs fiercely.
Fang Shan was quite playful, wrapping the pill in candy paper, making it look like a cute candy: "The physiological structure of a holy vessel is different from that of a normal person, so this problem doesn't exist."
Du Xuan was stunned.
Fang Shan: "It's okay to eat as much as you want."
Du Xuan's lips moved, and after a long while he spoke, "If this continues, you will encounter a bottleneck when breaking through."
Fang Shan asked back, "If I don't take the elixir, I won't encounter it?"
“…”
The conversation between the two also reached the ears of the surrounding monks, and everyone's expressions gradually became strange.
Wei Sushen's strength increased little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his aura became more and more powerful. After watching him for a long time, Du Xuan couldn't help but feel jealous.
Fang Shan was very generous and enthusiastically placed a few pills in front of Du Xuan: "You're welcome, let's eat together."
Du Xuan chuckled.
When Fang Shan had nothing to do, he would throw two into his mouth from time to time, and they were crunchy.
Du Xuan and the Purple Dragon Divine Beast both had unhappy expressions. Finally, the Purple Dragon Divine Beast couldn't help but said, "Daoyou, could you please stop smacking your lips while eating?"
"Sure." Fang Shan really put down the pill and said helplessly, "Taking a few pills can improve your cultivation level without any side effects. It's so simple to practice, it's really boring."
“……!”
Du Xuan's left eye twitched, and he had the illusion that his heart was beginning to become unstable.
Purple thunder suddenly gathered in the clear sky, and the rumbling and shaking clouds disintegrated.
"Dan tribulation!" Du Xuan's expression changed, his eyes suddenly widened and looked at the field.
The alchemist who was about to start the furnace held his breath and concentrated, using all his strength to resist the disaster.
Fang Shan recalled that a host he had led was a genius in alchemy. There were two possibilities for an elixir that could survive the alchemy tribulation. One was that it could exert 100% of its medicinal power, which was a rare elixir worth billions of spirit stones. The other was that the elixir could transform into a human form, and like a holy weapon, its value was inestimable.
However, all of this is based on the premise that the alchemist can survive this disaster.
The lightning in the sky struck straight down, emitting a murderous aura as it twisted. Fang Shan narrowed his eyes: "Nine-fold thunder tribulation."
The alchemist roared and threw out his life-saving magic weapon, which forcibly created a crack in the thunder.
"Amazing!" Du Xuan commented.
The Purple Dragon Divine Beast also exclaimed in admiration: "With such a person, the path of alchemy will flourish for hundreds of years."
The moment the thunderbolt was shattered, the furnace suddenly expanded violently, and a pill moved around and bombarded the inner wall frantically. Not long after, it successfully broke out of the furnace.
The flames rolled and gradually died down, revealing a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing fiery red clothes and with long flowing hair.
There was a hint of fear in the boy's eyes. Although he had just transformed, he knew how tempting he was to these monks.
However, when I looked up——
The young man was surprised why these monks also had worry in their eyes.
"Did you see that?" someone whispered.
"He's also wearing red clothes."
"If a few more come, the world of cultivation will be in danger."
The young man was puzzled and turned to look at the alchemist. The alchemist took a step back and waved his hands repeatedly: "Go, you are free."
The young man who made pills and was disliked by everyone the moment he transformed: ...
What did he do wrong?
The author has something to say: The boy with the elixir: Shouldn’t the plot be one in which the world of cultivation stirs up a bloody storm in order to fight for me?
Fang Shan: Stupid kid, you got the wrong script.
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