"Little insect, what are you looking at?"

"How many times have I told you that now is no different than before and we go out less often and it is less dangerous!"

Behind the tiger-headed little boy, a woman of about thirty years old wearing a red robe and a ferocious chest walked out.

He grabbed the little insect by the ears, cursed a few times, and glanced at Fang Xi's hillside from time to time.

When he saw the black flying sword the size of a door panel, his expression changed slightly, he grabbed the bug and entered the house, and heard a loud spanking sound.

"Mom, why did you hit me?"

Xiaochong touched his red buttocks, his little face full of grievances.

"You have started practicing Qi now and are about to become a monk. If you don't use your skills more brightly, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive..."

The plump and beautiful woman sighed: "Didn't you see that person's flying sword? Its color is pure black, like crystal, and it is extremely sharp. I am afraid it is refined with 'obsidian crystal', even if it is refined.

Some low-level magic weapons are barely qualified... The flying sword, a spiritual weapon that can be refined with obsidian crystals, is definitely a ruthless one among the foundation-building monks! Nowadays, in the city, except for the Thunder Fire Hall and the Brahma Gang, there is no one at all

Dare to provoke him..."

"Mom, I want to be like him and become a monk that no one else dares to mess with!"

Xiao Chong's eyes lit up.

Snapped!

His answer was a stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots, and the beautiful woman was so angry that she yelled: "You little brat, you don't learn well at a young age. You are the kind of person who licks blood from the edge of a knife, is that what you should learn?"

"But... we monks all have to fight, otherwise we will only be bullied."

The little insect has a low voice.

The beautiful woman couldn't help being startled when she heard this, her eyes turned red, she hugged Xiao Chong and started crying: "How come our lives are so miserable..."

…

Fang Xi regained her consciousness and felt that the orphan and widower were indeed a bit pitiful.

I was originally living well in the Flame Territory, but for some reason I was forced to open up wasteland.

It's just a wasteland development, but halfway through it turns into an isolated island, and you often encounter life and death crises.

This is a monk. If he were an ordinary mortal, he would be dead or crazy...

But now, my own affairs are more important.

He sat cross-legged and silently recalled the magical powers and secret techniques in the "Returning to the Void" chapter in "He Transformed into the Emperor Zi Zi to Control All Spirits and True Demonic Skills".

Although this magical skill has endless consequences, it is really powerful and easy to use.

The secret technique of 'transforming all things into others', which was used to manipulate the vitality of heaven and earth into wild beasts, is quite practical.

After silently thinking about the secret skills and supernatural powers that she was about to practice, Fang Xi patted her storage bag again and took out a few items.

Naturally, these include the inner elixir of the mixed snake, as well as a stack of ‘Wanmin Paper’ and an inkstone and pen...

"The inner elixir of the thousand-clawed beast was taken away by the main body. As for the talisman paper? There is a stable production of the 'Golden Cicada's Slough' in the Earthly Fairy Realm. I'm afraid it is better than the Wanmin Paper..."

Fang Xi played with the inner elixir for a while, but before she could figure out how to sacrifice it, she took it back and started cutting the Wanmin paper.

Cut them out one by one according to the specifications of the talisman paper, and then you can use them to make talismans.

He first drank a cup of spiritual tea, then began to study ink calmly, and then picked up the ink brush...

early morning.

Fang Xi looked at the burning Wanmin paper in front of her and sighed slightly: "Sure enough, Wanmin paper can't carry Long Zhangwen?"

"The material must contain the power of time to be able to carry the Dragon Chapter Talisman... This is really rare."

"This batch of top-level talisman papers can only be used to make phoenix seal script talismans."

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly frowned.

There was a knock on the door from outside.

He walked over, opened the door, and saw a wealthy monk.

His cultivation level was around the early stage of foundation building. His spiritual consciousness was swept away out of habit, and he was unable to detect any abnormalities in this small cave. Instead, he was shocked by Fang Xi's cultivation level in the later stage of foundation building. He cupped his hands and said, "This Taoist priest."

Friendly, I am in charge of the Tianfan Gang, and Taoist friend Haojiao knows that the flowery streets and willow alleys in the east of the city, as well as the places where outsiders live, are the territory of our Tianfan Gang..."

‘So you’re here to collect protection money?’

Fang Xi laughed dumbly in her heart and glared: "So?"

The steward took a few steps back, his face turning pale: "I'm just here to inform my friends and please abide by the rules of the Tianfan Gang... As for the rent, our Tianfan Gang does not charge it."

"I see……"

Fang Xi nodded: "I understand..."

"That's good."

The steward took a few steps back, then came to the door of the widow's house and kicked her hard: "Widow Liang, it's time to pay the protection fee for this month!"

'Well, it turns out it's not the rent, but the protection fee...'

'Is this how gangs bully the weak and fear the strong? Or are they unable to figure out my background and dare not act rashly?'

Fang Xi leaned against the door frame and watched the steward's family collect the protection fee for a medium-grade spiritual stone.

What's interesting is that where the Nascent Soul was recovering from his injuries, the steward also casually found an excuse to chat for a few words and then left.

And that Nascent Soul's revealed cultivation level was that he was still an alchemist around the middle stage of foundation building!

No wonder you can get preferential treatment.

'Either you can fight, or you have a skill, otherwise...why should I tolerate you?'

Fang Xi complained in her mind, set up the iron pot and started cooking snake soup.

He cut a lot of snake meat from the 'Mixed Snake', and all the meat he chose was good.

At this time, use the cooking method to combine various seasonings, then add the washed and cut snake meat segments, and cook over slow heat.

After a few hours, the soup became pure white in color and had a strong aroma.

Fang Xi picked up the spoon, stirred it, took a sip, and couldn't help but look satisfied.

At this moment, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw a small figure running out of the wooden house by the river, hiding outside and salivating.

"Are you...a little insect?"

Fang Xi looked at this tough-looking boy and couldn't help but smile and asked, "Where's your mother?"

That Widow Liang's appearance can only be said to be decent, but her chest is quite ferocious, which leaves a deep impression on others.

"Gulu..."

Xiao Chong swallowed his saliva and said involuntarily: "Mom... went out to earn grain... Uncle, what kind of soup are you making? It smells so good..."

"It's snake soup...if you can't taste it, your nose will bleed."

Fang Xi chuckled and filled a bowl for herself.

The wild beast meat in the city has been processed by alchemists or spiritual chefs to weaken its effectiveness so much that low-level monks can barely eat it.

But this snake meat is a real tonic, and if it is eaten by a kid who can refine the energy into his body, he is afraid that his body will explode and die immediately!

Regarding Widow Liang going out to earn spiritual stones, Fang Xi could only lament the humanity.

With a population of about a thousand in this urban area, the meat of even one wild beast is enough to eat.

Unfortunately, as far as Fang Xi knows, most of the wild beast meat and spiritual rice are in the hands of the Tianfan Gang and Leihuo Hall at this time.

These two families have no idea of ​​​​relieving the victims. Instead, they keep hoarding food, keeping the price of food on the market high.

It’s ridiculous to say that!

Since the destruction of Heiyanfang City, the wilderness has become very dangerous, and no one dares to open up wasteland for farming.

For these low-level immortal cultivators, having enough food and clothing has become a huge problem.

And as time goes by, this problem will probably become more and more acute.

When the time comes, I am afraid that all kinds of spiritual stones, magic techniques and other materials will continue to be concentrated on the top leaders of the two gangs.

'It's also a way of exploitation...'

Fang Xi picked up a pair of jade chopsticks and picked up a piece of snake meat.

You can see that the meat is pure white in color and has been stewed to a pulp at this time. It has a fresh, fragrant and tender texture, and with the rich soup, it is even more delicious.

"Well, I can make bacon next time..."

He drank the snake soup in two gulps and scooped another bowl for himself. When he looked up, the little insect was still standing outside the fence, not daring to enter.

Fang Xi was too lazy to care about this brat, so she finished the pot of snake soup and began to stare at the outside world in a daze.

In fact, he is secretly practicing a secret skill.

'He transforms himself into himself, he transforms into all things...'
To be continued...