South Island.

Cultivation of the immortal clone to search for wealth.

Fang Xing's true self was sitting on the Explorer with a smile. When he saw the alchemy monks coming over with disgraced faces, they all bowed down and said, "See the true king!"

They all had sad faces, and the ones with the saddest faces were those from the Nanhuo Sect.

Next is the calamity cultivator and the demon cultivator.

On the other hand, there were a few alchemy monks who looked like shopkeepers, and their expressions were as usual and their behavior was moderate. They probably had other backers.

The only thing they have in common is that they are followed by several small drones and their laser cannons are ready to go.

"Greetings to the True Lord, the True Lord's puppetry skills are truly unparalleled in the world!"

A Nanhuomen Danjie monk with white beard and hair stared blankly at the Explorer in the sky, with a hint of obsession in his tone.

"This 'Ming Kun' is indeed a super-large puppet at the Nascent Soul level, almost reaching the pinnacle of puppetry skills in this world."

Fang Xing nodded slightly, gave the Explorer a localized name, and then looked at the old man: "Who are you?"

"True Lord Rong Zhen, I am Ni Huolong, who serves as a worshiper for Nanhuomen and is a third-level array mage who is responsible for the daily maintenance of the teleportation array."

Ni Huolong saluted.

"Oh? That's good. What about you?"

Fang Xing looked at the other immortal Jiedan masters.

"We are monks from Hutouhai. Today we heard that the True Lord attacked Nanhuo Gate to crusade against injustice, so we came here to join us in this grand event."

Several black-robed Jie cultivators hold fists together.

It's rare that they can describe taking advantage of someone's misfortune in such a fresh and refined way.

In fact, if it weren't for the Nascent Soul-level super-large machine-puppet town above their heads, they would have run as far as they could.

I really can't run away this time, so I can only come here and accept my punishment.

I hope that the True Lord will give them a slightly lighter punishment for the sake of their success in breaking through the Nanhuo Gate.

"Hong Wanbao Tower, Wanwanjin, pays homage to the true king."

A fat man with money embroidered on his body smiled and saluted: "This junior is just doing some business in the sea market under the order of Lou Zhong. If senior has orders, he will not hesitate to die."

"Three-point Hall Thunder Boom!"

"Wandandang Xinnong returns..."

Several local industry representatives of the Nascent Soul forces seemed very dignified and introduced themselves one by one.

Wanbao Tower, Sanfentang... are all well-known Nascent Soul forces in the outer seas. They are organized by the Chamber of Commerce. Although the structure is loose, there are several Nascent Soul worshipers, including many middle-stage Nascent Soul monks.

As for the Wandan Hall, behind it is Baicao Mountain, which is the main alchemy sect in the inner sea. Even the Great True Lord has to give it a thumbs up.

"...The reason why Ben Zhenjun attacked Nanhuomen is because Master Tiankun and Zhenling Zhenjun did not respect martial ethics and accepted Ben Zhenjun's spiritual stones. Instead of transmitting them, they surrounded and killed Ben Zhenjun...

…”

Fang Xing told the truth, at least grasping the truth firmly first.

Although this seems useless, in the world of immortal cultivation, most people only look at strength.

"Then I wonder what the Lord is planning to do in the future? As far as we know...the strongest Lord Huoyun in the Southern Fire Sect is already at the middle stage of Nascent Soul..."

Lei Hong and others looked at each other before Hong Wanjin spoke.

"It's nothing more than soldiers coming to block it, and water coming and earth covering it up."

Fang Xing waved his hand and answered nonchalantly.

Seeing this scene, Hong Wanjin and others looked at each other and felt confident.

Of course, no monk who can cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage is a fool.

Since the opponent dares to attack Nanhuomen and occupy it, he must be able to compete with the mid-stage Nascent Soul monks.

It’s hard to say that he is a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk.

No... Judging from the previous attack, it wasn't even one person. Maybe it was two mid-stage Nascent Soul True Lords who were able to expel True Lord Huoyun.

Xin Nonggui is a businessman with an exquisite heart. Hearing this, he said: "Zhenjun intends to open up a Taoist system in Nanli Island? Don't you know about the sea market?"

"Of course everything is business as usual, just remember to hand over the spirit stones."

Fang Xing waved his hands to dismiss these representatives of the Nascent Soul forces, and then looked at the pale-faced pill-forming monks such as Ni Huolong, Hutouhai Jiexiu and others.

These pill-forming monks have no backing and can only wait for Fang Xing to make his fateful pronouncement.

"I intend to practice here, but I still lack some manpower..."

As soon as Fang Xing opened his mouth, Ni Huolong and many tribulation cultivators knelt down: "We are willing to surrender to the True Lord and do our best for you."

"Well, it's just that your minds have changed, and I really can't rest assured. So..."

Fang Xing laughed loudly, took out a jade bottle, and poured out a silver-white pill: "This is the 'Three Corpse Pills'. Once it enters the body, it will dissipate invisible... Generally, it is difficult for monks to remove the pills unless they have Yuan Yuan."

Ying Zhenjun is willing to spend a lot of energy."

All restriction methods in this world are based on cost-effectiveness.

As long as an elixir-forming monk is not a late-stage golden elixir-forming infant seed, nor is he the biological son of True Lord Yuanying... then it is simply not worth True Lord Yuanying spending a lot of energy to save.

For some cold-tempered Nascent Soul Lords, even their own sons may not be as important as their own path.

"Thank you, True Lord, for the elixir."

Ni Huolong was a sensible person, so he immediately picked up a silver-white pill and swallowed it directly.

Under the consciousness of Nascent Soul, no one can cheat.

In the end, Fang Xing watched as the eight pill-forming monks present swallowed the 'Three Corpse Pills' one by one, and then immediately began to sing their praises.

'Well, by the way, should we change Nanli Island to 'Shenlong Island'? That would be more interesting...'

Fang Xing touched his chin and couldn't help laughing.

However, he did not do such an unscrupulous thing after all, and just sent these pill-forming monks to clean up the mess.

There were originally dozens of alchemy monks in Nanhuomen, but after a big battle, many of them died and fled.

The same goes for the remaining disciples.

With eight pill-forming monks, it is enough to stabilize the overall situation.

As for the larger number of fake elixir real people and foundation-building monks? They are not even qualified to swallow Fang Xing's three corpse elixirs.

…

Fang Xing's immortal clone was currently riding a treasure-hunting mouse, feeling like a mouse falling into a rice vat.

Phew!

As the sword energy roared, another elixir garden ban was forcibly broken.

A strong medicinal aroma overflowed.

"It's actually a fourth-level elixir garden?"

His eyes lit up, he glanced at the corpses near the spiritual medicine garden, and he suddenly understood: "The restriction is too strong... Ordinary pill-forming monks can't get in, but it gives me an advantage."

Fang Xing entered the elixir garden, glanced at it, and couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction: "Jade Dragon Fruit, Thousand Purple Leaves... Not bad, not bad."

These fourth-level spiritual herbs, coupled with the reserves accumulated in his body, are enough to refine a large number of elixirs that can improve his magic power, allowing him to cultivate to the peak of the early stage of Nascent Soul with peace of mind.

Of course, the speed is definitely slower than using the Ten Thousand Years Stone Milk to assist in cultivation when forming the elixir.

But for the average Nascent Soul Lord, it is definitely an extremely shocking speed.

'Coupled with this fourth-level mid-grade spiritual vein... it will take about a few decades to cultivate to the early peak, and then find a way to break through to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.'

Fang Xing looked carefully again and suddenly frowned.

At the roots of these elixirs, there are all kinds of strange restrictions.

If you pick and transplant it hastily... it may cause the elixir to self-destruct.

"It is indeed a large sect. All measures are complete."

"But it's just like a safe. It's designed to protect against villains but not robbers... If you encounter a real gangster who robs you of the safe together with it, you can only stare blankly..."

Now that Fang Xing has broken through the Nanhuo Gate, he can go to the Sutra Pavilion to search for the Nanhuo Gate's Kung Fu books and find ways to crack the ban.

Not to mention, there are those third- and fourth-level spiritual cultivators.

It can be said that there are many ways.

Nanhuomen used these restrictions just because they were afraid that monks would sneak in and steal the medicine. They never thought that there would be someone like Fang Xing who could do everything in one go.

If you encounter it, you can only admit that you are unlucky.

"Such a spiritual field cannot be wasted... There is also a teleportation array that Ni Huolong can repair and maintain... If the business of the teleportation array continues, it will be enough to make a lot of money every day."

For Fang Xing, he only needs to satisfy his own cultivation and does not have as many burdens as the tens of thousands of Nanhuo Sect disciples.
To be continued...