Cultivating Immortality in Two Realms

Chapter 150 The Girl from the Yue Family

Wusheng Temple.

"Damn it, although I knew [Kui Mu] was good at hiding things, I never expected he actually hid such a big one... He had such a good thing but didn't know how to offer it to the Buddha back then, Wu Qi deserves to die!"

A crow landed and transformed into a guardian, chattering away.

After hearing a few words, Miao Fengmingzi immediately started cursing and rode the raging wind, disappearing from sight.

"What...what happened?"

Fang Qing walked out of the secluded cultivation room and, seeing the commotion, couldn't help but ask a question.

"Mingzi, it was just a minor matter before... Moyun Cliff recruited cultivators, and several Dao Foundation forces that had originally moved into my Xituo County were now considering leaving..." Miaoshui Mingfei said with a smile, "Entering my Brahma Sect, you're unwilling to part with your flesh and bones, yet you expect to leave unscathed? Miaofeng gave a few subtle hints, and the Zeng family took action... The fact that several families joined forces to kill that Wu family Dao Foundation cultivator wasn't a big deal, but with Wu Qishen's death, the Dao Foundation's mysteries within the storage artifact disintegrated, and a wisp of heaven and earth spiritual fire actually emerged!"

Miao Shui Mingfei had clearly just communicated with the crow guardian deity: "That fire is a deep blue-green color; anything touched by it instantly annihilates flesh and blood, leaving only bones... It is the 'Desert Bones Azure Fire,' ranked ninety-first on the Heavenly Spirit Fire Ranking... This fire has a very strong affinity with my White Bone Dao! Miao Feng is going to welcome this fire back..." "Heavenly Spirit Fire?"

Fang Qing nodded. The Golden Fire Dao lineage is prominent in this world not only because it is quite effective in restraining other Dao lineages, but also because of its flying swords and strange fires!

If a Fire-element cultivator could consume a wisp of Heavenly Spiritual Flame, it would almost certainly solidify their foundation and destiny, granting them unparalleled power among those of the same level! For example, the former Pu Shan Jun's "Ember Calamity Flame" only ranked ninety-eighth on the Heavenly Spiritual Flame Ranking, even lower than the "Withered Bones Azure Flame." According to Fang Qing's estimation, the value of this Heavenly Spiritual Flame was almost equivalent to a fifth or sixth-grade flying sword!

"Such heavenly and earth spiritual fire is extremely intense and difficult to store in a storage magic artifact... However, the Wu family's Dao foundation was cultivated with [Kui Wood]. With the profound enhancement of their own Dao foundation, they were able to barely contain it without anyone noticing... But their death exposed them and caused a great deal of trouble."

Fang Qing shook his head, his first thought being that someone had set him up.

But something felt off. After all, Sangji had just gone into seclusion, and even at the Purple Mansion level, there was no indication that he was lacking in stamina, making his chances of breaking through to the Dharma King level slim. His own Wusheng Temple had the backing of the Secret Treasury Domain, so it shouldn't be like this.

"It's also possible that it really is just a cultivation opportunity..."

"Although there might be pitfalls later, there's always a way out... even rogue cultivators can obtain treasures."

"But Miaofeng and the others still think that Wusheng Temple is at its zenith, and they are all extremely arrogant and domineering. Do they think that the spiritual objects that have fallen into Xituo County are destined to be associated with the Buddhist sect?"

"That's good, they're arrogant enough to keep it from outsiders at first."

"When I were to act, nothing beats the sincerity of genuine belief!"

As for that "withered bones and green flames"?

It is indeed precious, but he currently does not possess the Fire Virtue Purple Mansion Technique, and he looks down on ordinary Dao Foundation Techniques.

They wouldn't risk forcibly devouring and refining the strange fire; naturally, they would watch Miao Feng fight to the death while they remained calm and collected.

"However... among the families Miao Feng commands is the Zeng family... I wonder how Fang Yixin is doing?"

That night, emerald green shooting stars rained down.

Ordinary cultivators who practice Qi cultivation, even those at the late stage of Qi cultivation, will have their flesh and blood completely destroyed and reduced to bones if their bodies are even slightly exposed to it! Fang Yixin could swear that he had never seen such a magnificent yet dangerous meteor-like fire in his entire life.

He and Hu Quan'an were lucky; being on the outermost edge, they watched helplessly as the stars rained down and the ground was ablaze with emerald flames, yet they remained untouched. However, a moment of panic was inevitable, and they scattered and fled for their lives along with the other cultivators.

Fang Yixin was quick-witted and even managed to grab a storage bag and hide it in his bosom. He fled in a disheveled state all the way to Zengjia Town.

Upon inquiring, they discovered that not only had Zeng Guangli died on the battlefield, but even the Zeng family's ancestor, who was at the mid-stage of the Dao Foundation realm, had not yet returned!

Those who escaped first received no reward and were interrogated before being allowed to return home.

"What kind of mess is this?"

Hu Quan'an gulped down pot after pot of tea, complaining to Fang Yixin, "Last night's battle... I used up all the life-saving talismans I had... but didn't gain much."

"I happen to have a storage bag here. Why don't we open it together and divide it?"

Fang Yixin took out his hidden storage bag and smiled.

"You're the clever one!"

Hu Quan'an's eyes lit up. He opened the storage bag, only to pour out a pile of spirit grains and a few miscellaneous items...

"Pah... Bad luck, only this storage artifact itself is worth something."

Hu Quan'an pursed his lips and tossed the storage bag to Fang Yixin.

Fang Yixin, however, did not mind and happily accepted it.

He didn't have any storage artifacts on him, but he had them before he met Hu Quan'an, and he had long envied them.

After the two divided the spirit grain, Fang Yixin asked, "This Zeng family..."

"The Zeng family has three Dao Foundation cultivators. Even if one of them dies, there shouldn't be much of a problem in preserving their family's territory."

Hu Quan'an glanced around and answered in a low voice.

Just as the two were about to say something more, a mournful melody suddenly came from their ears.

"This is·……"

Fang Yixin went out, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The previous battle was so brutal that almost every cultivator's household in the town hung up white banners.

But the funeral music was very close, and Fang Yixin looked closely and indeed it was coming from the music family.

"Sigh... Back then, the Fang, Hu, Le, and Lu families all settled here at the same time and were assigned to this place, so we were neighbors... We always had a good relationship, so we should go and pay our respects."

He still thought about the girl from the Yue family and was curious about the Yue family's situation.

They immediately invited Hu Quan'an, and the two of them went to the Le family together.

"You plague-ridden wretch, get out of here!"

As soon as they entered the gate, they saw a five or six-year-old girl, beautiful and lovely, who was now crying with red eyes from being scolded. Fang Yixin and Hu Quan'an exchanged a glance, both somewhat embarrassed: "The wife of the Le family patriarch is also a cultivator, and she is vulgar, jealous, and sexist... Seeing her today, her reputation is well-deserved."

Although the Le family was merely a family of officials, their patriarch had eight sons, and each son had many wives and concubines.

With such a large population, now numbering no less than a hundred, it is only through such a population that a few qualified grandchildren have been found.

As they entered the main hall, they heard Old Tian say, "I saw it clearly. The Ancestor and the Patriarch were fighting against the Wu family cultivators when suddenly a spark of emerald green fell from the sky... The Ancestor's clothes were only touched by a tiny spark, and he was instantly reduced to bones. The Patriarch was not spared either... I risked my life to retrieve the Patriarch's remains and escorted them all the way here."

As he spoke, he took out two more storage bags, which bore the Le family's mark.

"Old Tian... he's such an honest man."

Fang Yixin thought to himself that if he were in this situation and had no ties, he would have simply grabbed the storage bag and run away; there would be no question of returning the remains. He figured Old Tian was delayed because of these troubles and had only just returned.

"Storage bag?!"

Before the words were even finished, the atmosphere in the mourning hall changed.

Several men had their eyes gleaming with greed. One of the younger men, relying on being the youngest son and having some talent, and being his mother's favorite, reached out and opened the package, then loudly exclaimed, "How come you only have this much spiritual talent?"

A pair of suspicious eyes stared intently at Lao Tian.

"Ahem!"

At the crucial moment, it was the old lady who coughed and suppressed the crowd of children and grandchildren: "Old Tian... my family has to thank you." Although she was kind and gentle, a trace of fear deep in her eyes could not be dispelled.

After all, the Le family has lost its late-stage Ancestor of the Conqueror Realm, and now the one with the highest cultivation is actually Old Tian, ​​the farmhand!

"I wouldn't dare. The host has some private matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

Old Tian cupped his hands in greeting and left the hall.

Fang Yixin felt a little awkward when she met him. She then followed Hu Quan'an to visit the old lady and said a few words of comfort.

Not long after they left the Le family home, both of them felt a bit unlucky.

"Without the patriarch to oversee things, the Le family is just a bunch of uncouth people. I think a family split is imminent... It's a pity about that spiritual root." Hu Quan'an curled his lips, then looked at Fang Yixin. Seeing his expression, he couldn't help but laugh, "You're not really eyeing it, are you? Although the Le family seems to be declining, several of the grandchildren have entered the Daoist cultivation. I think those few have the characteristics of wolf cubs. Although they are ignorant, they can bite hard when they get angry. Don't make a mistake... And that Old Tian, ​​he is a master of the sixth level of Qi Condensation. His Golden Virtue magic can cut spiritual rice quickly and neatly. I'm sure he wouldn't be much slower than cutting off our heads..."

"Uncle Hu, you're joking. How could I? Even if we're from a rural, ignorant village, we'd rather eat the children of those who have no descendants than eat a bunch of sons and grandsons like this..."

Fang Yixin chuckled and waved his hands repeatedly, then sighed, "I'm just a little sorry. That girl from the Le family and my Wuchen have always gotten along quite well... I've heard she's very much favored by the family head, which has probably aroused a lot of jealousy. Now that she's lost her backer, I'm afraid her fate is worrying..."

"Dust-free?"

Hearing that his disciple was involved, Hu Quan'an's brows furrowed slightly before relaxing: "The Le family's spiritual resources are limited; they'll probably only be able to support a few grandsons, not their granddaughters. If you're interested... after the mourning period, you can go and arrange a marriage between our children. I'm sure the Le family won't mind getting rid of a burden... Hehe, country girls are unsophisticated. Marrying a woman with potential is something many rogue cultivators dream of. It's a good deal for my Wuchen. But we need to be quick, before the other families react, and finalize this matter..."

"That's exactly right."

Fang Yixin nodded repeatedly, thinking to himself, "In this way, it's not like we've gained nothing at all... The Le family has declined, but my family has a Le family daughter in our hands. Who can say what will happen in the long run?"

As they were pondering, the two suddenly felt a heat around them.

The firelight flickered and wavered in the sky, then transformed into a human figure, which swaggered through the air and headed up the mountain.

"It's the Zeng family's Qingye Patriarch..."

Upon seeing this, Hu Quan'an's face lit up with joy: "Our ancestor has returned safe and sound, so we can all rest assured... I imagine the reward will be issued soon."