After working hard, I looked at the enlarged cave.

Fang Xi sat on a rock, took out the jade slip of the 'immortality technique', and slowly understood it.

This place is naturally the place he prepared for himself to plant trees!

In this way, the possibility of initial exposure is extremely small.

Moreover, if you encounter trouble, secrets are leaked, or even besieged by powerful enemies, you can escape from the cliff on the other side and jump directly into Wandao Lake.

After entering the lake, using the cover of the lake water to cross directly, it is a seamless experience!

This is just in case.

'Hmm... In this case, the most I can do is fail in practicing the 'immortality technique', and the damage to my body and magic power will be minimal...'

After studying the exercises several times, Fang Xi came to a conclusion.

After a while, he collected the jade slip and took out the dusty seed.

This is the one he carefully selected from the three seeds as the one with the most vitality.

As for the demon tree in the world of Great Liang, he was crazy to even think about it!

Under the soft light of the night pearl.

Fang Xi recited the crooked notes one after another, and wisps of green light suddenly bloomed in her eyes.

The next moment, he took out a magic weapon dagger, removed the true agang, and cut the skin of his fingers hard, letting drops of blood from the fingertips drip onto the spiritual seed.

Gululu!

Something strange happened.

The blood dripped on the seeds, penetrated into it quickly, and was quickly absorbed by the seeds!

On the surface of the seed, fine blood-colored runes appeared one after another, and then quickly disappeared without a trace...

This is the first preparation for cultivating the natal spiritual plant in the ‘immortality technique’!

Use mana to refine your spiritual seeds every day, and then supplement it with essence and blood to establish a connection!

Since this is a species of demon tree, Fang Xi made more preparations and tried to be prepared.

After finishing her daily homework, Fang Xi hesitated.

After being stunned for a long time, a ruthless look suddenly appeared on his face. He grabbed the spiritual seed and his five fingers moved like yin and yang!

"drink!"

Fang Xi shouted loudly and activated the 'Qi Penetrating Whole Body', covering his entire body with a blood-red coat.

"Hunyuan Zhengong!"

He practiced martial arts one move after another, and his extremely condensed fist intention gathered in the palm of his hand, constantly refining this spiritual seed!

This is Dugu’s hopeless ‘swallowing demon technique’!

With the Grand Master's energy, blood, and will... continue to impact and refine the remaining will within the demon species!

By now, Fang Xi has basically confirmed that there is no other residual spirit in this spiritual seed, only her own imprint is left.

"It's a pity... If you can advance to the realm of 'Zhen Gang's Transformation', you will be more confident!"

After finishing a set of punches, Fang Xi looked at the spirit species and felt a little emotional, but she quickly put down her worries.

Dugu Wuwang was no more than a body-refining master at the beginning, yet he swallowed a piece of the Qilin Demon's flesh and blood, and yet he was able to remain unharmed for such a long time.

I am an immortal cultivator, and if I prepare the tranquilizing elixir, I will not be defeated by a mere demon seed!

It’s almost the same if you replace it with the Demonic Tree itself!

…

After a lot of work, Fang Xi covered the entrance to the cliff and climbed back to the practice room along the secret passage.

Sitting cross-legged, Fang Xi calmed down and began to practice the 'Changchun Jue'!

After a week of practice, you can leave the practice room and go to the talisman-making room to learn how to draw talismans, or go to the weapon-refining room to try to refine weapons.

A peaceful life is so simple and unpretentious.

Take care of the spiritual field every day, dig caves, practice exercises, and then try to learn the art of cultivating immortals...

When Fang Xi was in Baochuanfang City, she had collected as many inheritances as possible.

After several months of experiments, he had to admit that he had no special talent in alchemy, talisman making, or weapon refining.

If you want to improve, you can only spend a lot of materials and pile them up!

This result made Fang Xi slightly depressed.

Facts have proved that he is not a genius after all.

However, the feeding diary left by Miao Dong allowed him to figure out a few tricks, and Ling Zhifu's progress was also quite fast.

"Could it be that all my talents are focused on raising spirit beasts and spiritual plants?"

Fang Xi had to be so suspicious.

In addition, there is the inheritance of puppetry that he has always been thinking about, but because it is too unconventional, there has been no news.

In fact, Fang Xi believes that the puppetry technique should be inherited in the Kung Fu Pavilions of those big families.

But if people don’t publicize it, he won’t even have an idea where to rob it!

"That's all... How can there be anything perfect in this world?"

"The current preparations are almost enough."

Fang Xi looked at the raindrops that gradually stopped outside the window, and secretly made a decision: "It's time... to set up the 'little cloud and rain array'."

…

Summer rain comes and goes quickly.

On the second day, it was a cloudless sunny day again.

Fang Xi picked up a fish basket and jumped down from the emerald cliff!

Whoosh!

A black cloud suddenly appeared, lifting his figure.

He cruised on the lake, chose a reef, threw out his fishing rod, and started fishing.

There are spiritual fish in Wandao Lake!

There are even many monks who make a living from this, such as Miao Dong who raises Shui Lao Ya.

Fang Xi didn't want to catch the spirit fish, she just wanted to have some fun.

A few hours later, a huge paper crane flew slowly from the direction of Mirror Moon Lake.

Fang Xi looked at her empty fish basket, put the fishing rod and fish basket together in her storage bag, and greeted her.

"Haha... Fellow Daoist Fang is having a leisurely time today. I wonder how many fish have been caught?"

Old Taoist Kuchiki saw Fang Xi's actions, but he deliberately smiled and asked.

As we all know, living animals cannot be put into storage bags.

“Farming and fishing are all about nourishing the heart!”

Fang Xi looked cold and replied.

"Hahaha!"

Old Taoist Kuchiki laughed happily. He had been choked by Fang Xi's strange aura many times before, but today he finally felt proud and elated.

"Old Master Kuchiki, why did you come here today?" Fang Xi curled her lips, too lazy to argue with this half-buried old man.

He could see that the old Taoist Kuchiki's current cultivation was no longer able to suppress the aging of his body, and he was exuding bursts of deathly energy.

This person's end is definitely approaching, and the reason why he was willing to risk his life in the first place was for the sake of future generations.

"We are very happy today. All the descendants of the old man have arrived, and I have come to invite fellow Taoists to celebrate."

Old Taoist Kuchiki bowed sincerely: "In the future, my great-great-grandson will be entrusted to fellow Taoist."

"This is your own business..."

Fang Xi shook her head repeatedly, but looking at the old Taoist Kuchiki who was almost pleading, and remembering the kindness of the other party in lending him twenty spirit stones, she reluctantly nodded: "That's all, I'm going to ask for a glass of water and wine..."

He immediately took out his black cloud pocket and slowly and leisurely followed the old Taoist Kuchiki to the Twin East Peaks.

"Spiritual land..."

Old Taoist Kuchiki was old and frail, and it seemed that even his magic power had declined a lot. The paper crane he controlled could only run as fast as an adult. He just happened to say something to Fang Xi: "We have caught up with the good times, and the island owner has the heart of the people."

Goodness, one word... I think back then, when the Wandao Lake cultivation domain was opened, my ancestor of the Mu family was only at the sixth level of Qi refinement. He led a group of clan members to overcome obstacles, and died eight uncles before he managed to open up a spiritual island. In the blink of an eye,

However, his time was taken away by clever means, and our ancestors were so angry that they vomited blood and died..."

"The descendants are incompetent and have been making a living by working as tenant farmers for other forces. It sounds like they are a Qi Refining family, but in fact they are rootless cultivators..."
To be continued...