"Plant trees in the Dantian to seek immortality..."

Inside the underground cave.

Fang Xi sat cross-legged under the demon tree, with an aerial root behind her connected to the tree crown.

With the daily delivery of pure vitality, his body becomes more and more energetic.

Even the progress of practicing the 'immortality technique' has been rapid.

At this time, if you look inside with your spiritual consciousness, you can see a seemingly invisible turquoise network among the limbs and bones, centered on the Dantian Qi sea, spreading to the tendons, bones, skin and flesh...

This is the process of building the ‘Aoki Spirit Body’!

"In a few years, the 'Aoki Spirit Body' should be complete, right?"

Fang Xi opened her eyes, and two green lights flashed through her eyes.

Once the 'Aoki Spirit Body' is achieved, his qualifications with low-grade wood spiritual roots will be comparable to geniuses with high-grade spiritual roots.

And Fang Xi’s ambitions don’t stop there!

He wants to at least cultivate into the ‘Yimu Dharmakaya’!

There are only a few rumors about this kind of spiritual body in the world of immortal cultivation, but what is certain is that as long as the monks who possess this spiritual body do not die midway, they will basically become Nascent Soul powers!

With the growth rate of the Demonic Tree, it is not impossible to spend decades to condense the ‘Yimu Dharmakaya’!

After daily practice, Fang Xi inspected the spiritual field as usual.

"Whoa whoa!"

On the ridge of the field, a little kid with a naked butt was running happily, and in front of him was a tiger stuffed animal, which was running on all four legs at a slow speed.

"Xiaohu, where did this tiger mechanism beast come from?"

Fang Xi stopped and asked casually.

"My mother just came back from Lingkongfang City and bought it for me."

Xiaohu sniffed his nose and answered with a silly smile.

"Well, let's go play!"

Fang Xi touched Xiaohu's head and felt a little depressed: "I've been looking for so many years, but I haven't found any trace of puppetry... But now that I have planted trees, the puppet master's works have appeared in Lingkongfang City."

?Jesus, are you kidding me?'

'Forget it, life will be unsatisfactory 60-70% of the time, you have to be normal, keep a normal mind...'

He warned himself secretly.

Isn't it just the inheritance of puppetry? As long as you live long enough, you will always have it in the future.

"master!"

All the way to the wooden house of Widow Wang, Widow Wang immediately came out to greet her with a smile on her face: "The Lingkongfang City is big and beautiful, and the spiritual energy is also very abundant... I also specially bought a bag of spiritual tea for the master, and I was about to give him

The master will send it to you!"

"Well, thank you very much."

Spiritual tea is not worth a spiritual stone, but at least it is an attitude.

If Fang Xi doesn't accept it, Widow Wang will be worried.

Seeing him accept it with a smile, the smile on Widow Wang's face became even brighter: "I also went to see the island owner's shop in Lingkongfang City. It's called 'Huolian Pavilion', and the big shopkeeper is Mu Wen!"

Fang Xi was not too surprised by this result.

After all, Feng Manlou didn't want to compete with Mu Wen at all.

Mu Wen also became ruthless and even pledged several acres of his family's spiritual land, borrowed a large number of spiritual stones, and managed them all.

In addition, Feng Manlou took the initiative to withdraw, so Ruan Xingling had no choice but to give the position to him.

"...I think the Dragon Fish Zhong family has admitted this. After all, our thirty-six islands have really united. The monks in the late stage of Qi Refining are at least several times more than the Zhong family... We have formed a joint law enforcement team, and the security around the islands is special.

Okay, I didn’t see any Jie Xiu along the way..."

Widow Wang was a little envious: "I think the head of the Mu family made the right bet this time and is going to make a fortune..."

"That's... also a good thing!"

Fang Xi smiled.

No matter why the Zhong family stopped, it was always better not to fight.

He planted trees here and needed a peaceful and stable environment.

As for Mu Wen, the villain, succeeding? Then let him succeed. A temporary rise in prosperity is nothing.

A hundred years from now, let’s see if this person still exists!

"Aunt Wang!"

At this moment, another person came to Widow Wang’s house, it was Lu Guo!

When he saw Fang Xi, he shook his body out of habit and then saluted:

"master!"

"Um."

Fang Xi nodded and realized that this man had already introduced Qi into his body and became a first-level Qi refining monk!

'As expected of a middle-grade spiritual root qualification, how many months has it been?'

'How long did it take for the original body to advance to the first level of Qi Refining? One year? Two years?'

'Forget it... a normal heart, a normal heart!'

He suppressed the twitching of the corners of his eyes and walked out without interrupting Widow Wang's conversation with Lu Guo.

Not long after, he saw Lu Guo walking out of Widow Wang's house, holding a small wooden knife in his hand.

After injecting a trace of mana, this wooden sword actually floated in mid-air!

‘Low-grade magic weapon?’

'No...it's not a magic weapon, it's just a small toy that's not popular, about the size of a few spiritual crystals...'

Fang Xi recognized it at a glance. This gadget was just like Xiaohu's machine beast. It had no lethality and was purely a toy for children.

Even so, Lu Guo wiped the wooden knife with care and solemnly pinned it to his waist.

"It seems...it's time to teach the last few levels of Changchun Jue."

When Fang Xi saw this scene, she suddenly became thoughtful.

The qualifications of middle-grade spiritual roots are indeed much better than those of low-grade spiritual roots.

In addition, since I have been cultivating in the spiritual land since childhood, I still have the possibility of breaking through to the later stages of Qi refining in the future.

I don’t know what Ruan Xingling has in mind.

…

Summer passes and autumn comes.

In the blink of an eye, it’s the new year again.

Fang Xi inspected the five acres of spiritual land, and then divided the accounts with Widow Wang, so Widow Wang had a good year.

In comparison, Lu Guo seemed deserted and even lived in a wooden shack.

On this day, amid the dazzling flowers, Ruan Xingling's magic weapon fell into the Xiaoyunyu Formation.

"The island owner is here to bring glory to the island!"

Fang Xi came to greet him and said with a smile: "I have already prepared the 'green bamboo wine' and asked the island owner to have a drink as a favor."

"Um!"

Ruan Xingling and Fang Xi came to the peach blossom tree and opened a bottle of green bamboo wine.

I don’t know why, but Ruan Xingling likes this one.

Fang Xi has a variety of tastes. She can drink green bamboo wine, red blood wine, and recently brewed a batch of peach blossom wine.

This wine has a peach blossom aroma and is very popular among some female nuns.

But for some reason, Ruan Xingling still prefers Qingzhu wine.

"Lu Guo has reached the first level of Qi Refining. I think he may be promoted to the second level next year..."

Fang Xi poured a glass of wine for Ruan Xingling and said calmly.

"The middle-grade spiritual root is indeed not bad, but it's a pity that it's a little worse than Dan'er."

Ruan Xingling's expression was dull, with no sign of joy or anger. Instead, she began to care about Fang Xilai: "You are now twenty-eight years old and have reached the sixth level of Qi refining. If you can break through the late stage of Qi refining in a few years, there is hope for foundation building in the future!"

"The island owner is joking..."

Fang Xi's face was full of bitterness: "I have just entered the sixth level, and it will take several years just to accumulate and polish my magic power. It will not take five or six years to complete the sixth level, not to mention that there is a big bottleneck in the later stage...
To be continued...