The Legend of Fangren

To make jam, tools are essential, and in addition, a number of household utensils are also needed.

These past few days he's been like a caveman; if it weren't for his ability to transform, he'd probably be living a life of hardship.

Therefore, he had no choice but to return to the sect, which would also be a good opportunity to see if the sect had discovered his disappearance during this period.

Then there's Hezi. I feel most sorry for him for leaving without saying goodbye. I must visit him when I go back this time.

He took out a backpack full of dried Sky Fruit from the warehouse, intending to exchange it for some merit points at the sect so he could buy other things.

After packing up, we set off. If all goes well, we should arrive by noon.

Stepping on the trees, he leaped several meters high.

During these ten days or so, Fang Shi practiced his martial arts diligently, searching for various spiritual objects in the mountains every day. He also incorporated body-cultivation techniques into his search, and went to bed early every night until he naturally woke up. When he woke up, he felt that his strength had increased, and he could move very fast in the mountains and forests.

However, he still couldn't sense his own profound energy, and didn't even know what realm he had reached.

The cultivation method states that the most basic requirement for anyone who enters a certain realm is the ability to sense the abundance of their own profound energy.

It seems that he hasn't even reached the most basic level of self-cultivation.

"well……"

If it weren't for the confidence gained from traversing the mountains, Fang Shi would inevitably have felt somewhat disappointed.

Even if it doesn't meet expectations, progress is still acceptable. We traversed mountains and forests, returned to the back mountain path, and followed the dirt road to the outer sect's back gate.

"Hmm? I remember you are... that outer sect disciple?" The person keeping the treasury still remembered Fang Shi. He didn't expect that the other party would actually return after being missing for more than ten days.

"Um."

Not knowing the people around him, Fang Shi gave a perfunctory nod and went straight inside.

After leaving the kitchen, he walked around the outer sect for a while, soaking in the lively atmosphere, and then asked a passerby for directions to the Heaven and Earth Pavilion.

"Hey, that kid's carrying something so big on his back, and he's heading to the Heaven and Earth Pavilion, could he have a lot of good stuff?"

When Fang Shi asked for directions, his appearance caught the attention of several middle-aged disciples. They noticed that Fang Shi's clothes were tattered and did not resemble those of Heaven-rank, Earth-rank, or even Human-rank disciples.

In this sect, clothes are not expensive; you can buy a good set of cloth shirts for just one or two coins.

"Do you remember that outer sect disciple who was dressed in tattered clothes this year? I haven't seen him for a while. Could it be that guy? Looks like he's had some good luck lately."

"You know, disciples from outer sects don't really have much of a foundation, do they?"

"Of course, does that outfit look like something someone with a knack for dressing well would wear?"

Upon hearing this, it's easy to tell that the two had malicious intentions.

This sect is huge, and there are many people at the bottom, so naturally there are bound to be bad guys like them.

Those nearby, who knew the two of them, knew they were planning something bad and, not wanting to get into trouble, dispersed to continue their cultivation.

These two also looked down on those cowardly guys.

"Tch, what a pretentious act. At this age, what's the point of cultivating? All you do is worry about being demoted to an outer disciple. Instead of thinking about making more merits now so you can exchange them for spiritual treasures to go down the mountain."

"Why do you care about them? Those honest, simple-minded guys are hopeless. They just stubbornly cling to the idea of ​​becoming disciples of a certain rank. Unlike us, who see things clearly. When we go down the mountain and become lords, there will be plenty of women who want us. Hehe, I'll definitely marry three or five wives and enjoy the pleasures of lovemaking!"

"Heh, you're overestimating yourself. Aren't you afraid of exhausting all your barely-developed cultivation at the early stage of the Nourishing Realm?"

"Alright, let's not argue. What makes you think you're so great? Let's hurry up and catch up. If that guy gets into the inner sect, things will get complicated."

"Come on, are we afraid we can't catch up with him? He's just a mortal disciple who's only been here for a little over ten days. You don't really think you can't beat him, do you?"

The two carefree individuals walked calmly up the mountain path leading to the inner sect, thinking they would catch up in no time, but... where did they go?

"Wait a minute, how come this kid can climb mountains so fast?"

"For an ordinary person to be able to climb the Heavenly Staircase, there must be some skill involved. Let's hurry up."

The two hurriedly set off, and with great difficulty, they caught up with Fang Shi just before reaching the Neizong intersection.

"You're really fast, kid."

"Well……"

Fang Shi, who thought he had climbed up at a normal pace, scratched his head and looked at the two panting guys in front of him, wondering why they had stopped him.

"What brings you two senior brothers here?"

He addressed them politely, but in reality, the two men looked to be nearly thirty years old. Although they were dressed neatly, they did not have the air of cultivators.

The fact that the two of them were panting heavily made them look even more embarrassed.

Well, perhaps it's because the two of them rushed up the mountain in one go that they had such difficulty, unlike him who climbed slowly.

After catching their breath, the two pretended to be polite and asked, "We noticed that you're carrying such a large backpack, Junior Brother. Is it heavy?"

"It's alright, not heavy." Fang Shi's expression was strange, but the other party seemed quite polite.

"Hey, junior brother, don't be shy. Come on, let your senior brother help you out."

As the two men spoke, they stepped forward. Fang Shi took two steps back in fear, immediately seeing through their reason for their slouching.

No, what are you two perverted old men planning to do to this sixteen-year-old boy?

"Senior brother, there's really no need. The inner sect is just ahead."

Fang Shi's fearful expression only fueled their malicious intent: "Junior brother, you must believe that your senior brother only meant well."

What good person would specifically emphasize that they "only meant well"?

Just as the two men were about to grab the backpack, Fang Shi seized the opportunity to pause, causing them to miss their target. Then, he aimed between them, took a sudden step, and darted away.

"Holy crap! What's up with this kid?"

Neither of them had time to react. By the time they instinctively gave chase, the other person had already rushed into the inner sect and disappeared without a trace, leaving them dumbfounded.

That outer sect disciple just now... leaped over a dozen steps in one go? And he was carrying such a huge backpack? I'm not seeing things, am I?

You should know that when they brushed past each other, the backpacks brushed against them quite hard.

"Oh dear, have we misjudged someone and offended someone powerful?"

"How would I know?"

The two were extremely flustered. In the end, they were just low-level thugs in this sect, and they didn't dare to cause trouble if they encountered someone stronger.

After discussing it, the two quickly went down the slope, while Neizong didn't dare to take even half a step forward.

"Phew~ thank goodness they didn't catch up."

At the entrance to the inner sect mountain road, Fang Shi looked back and breathed a sigh of relief only after confirming that no one was chasing after him.

Sure enough, with a sect this large, there are bound to be people like this.

Despite his lingering fascination with cultivation, Fang Shi never became arrogant despite his progress. Within the sect, he still considered himself among the weakest.

After all, the other disciples all possess profound energy. What does it matter if he, a mere mortal, is strong? As long as the opponent unleashes their profound energy, they could probably knock him away with one hand. Not to mention, there are many spells later on, the power of which is far beyond the reach of a mere mortal.

"As expected, we must stick close to He Zi's powerful backer." He became more and more convinced of his unwavering principle of clinging to powerful figures.

Otherwise, given time, his situation will only become more difficult.

Fang Shi made up his mind that he would find a way to send some of the various spiritual creatures he grew to Luohe. Feeding Luohe was like feeding his own child; he had to spare no effort.