The Legend of Fangren

After several days away, Fang Shi finally realized how different this inner sect was from the bustling outer sect.

Although the place is small, the lack of people makes it seem spacious. The buildings are exquisitely decorated and the road surface is paved with even bricks and tiles. Pedestrians on the road have calm expressions, and you can see two or three people gathered together, either sparring or discussing spiritual practice.

It has less of a down-to-earth feel, but it is closer to Fang Shi's impression of immortal sects.

Fang Shi had a similar feeling when he went to the university he hadn't been able to get into.

Now he is a young man again, yet he still has not achieved his ambitions.

He had planned to go and chat with Luo He, but Fang Shi seemed to have become that old father from the countryside, wanting to see his relatives but also afraid that if Luo He's peers saw him carrying such a big bundle, they would be laughed at together.

"Really... I'm only sixteen years old, okay?"

Shaking his head, Fang Shi dismissed this suddenly appearing personality from who-knows-where.

Why don't you just go buy some clothes after you change into Fengji? What's the use of being so worried? Will it solve anything? No.

Although he wouldn't have been electrocuted if he had hesitated even a little, this is still his belief.

Let's go, let's go, where's Tiandi Pavilion? We've been walking for ages, could that person have given us the wrong directions?

He looked around and observed the characteristics of the pedestrians before finally finding the Heaven and Earth Pavilion.

Two dragon-carved pillars stood before the wide gate, and inside the pavilion was a huge rock, somewhat similar to the immortal stone used to test aptitude at the foot of the mountain, only much larger and more rounded.

Although there were guards at the entrance, many disciples came and went, and many of them carried packages. Fang Shi was among them, and apart from his somewhat rough style, he didn't seem out of place.

Looking further up, there are nine more floors. The buildings are wooden and stone structures that you would only see in a fantasy world, with an ancient style that is slightly different from the ancient style of my previous life. The azure dragons carved on them are very imposing.

Every now and then, immortals seem to descend from the sky, landing directly on the high-rise terraces instead of through the main entrance.

"oh……"

The Heaven and Earth Pavilion truly lives up to its name; it's such a massive building that Fang Shi wondered if he was just blind for not finding it earlier.

Go inside and follow the example of others, placing your hands on the giant stone sphere.

"This process seems familiar."

Sure enough, everyone else reacted when they put their hands on it, but he didn't.

Mysterious energy... Ugh... Damn it.

At this moment, a kind senior brother came over. Seeing that Fang Shi looked young, he guessed that he was a junior brother who had just arrived at the sect this year and was unfamiliar with the procedures at the Heaven and Earth Pavilion for the first time. So he stepped forward and said:

"Junior brother, this Heaven and Earth Pearl is used by the Heaven and Earth Pavilion to record the storage and retrieval of spiritual items. In addition to recording the merits of each person in the sect, it can also record the storage, retrieval, consignment, and sale information of personal spiritual items, which is extremely convenient. However, these functions are not available the first time. You need to go to the second floor and register with the Hall Elder here first."

Huh? Fang Shi was stunned for a moment after hearing this.

How come there's intelligent technology in this strange place in the cultivation world? It feels so much like opening a bank account.

After thanking his senior brother, Fang Shi went up to the second floor.

The layout of the second floor is similar to that of the lower floor, except that there is no Heaven and Earth Pearl, but there is a window with a stool in front of it.

The place was empty at the moment, and a sign on the window that looked like a counter for opening an account read: "Closed at noon."

Went to lunch? You've come at the worst possible time.

Having received no reward, he could only sit here and wait.

There was no other way but to eat dried fruit. Anyway, his backpack was stuffed full, so he couldn't eat much.

I moved the stool to the window and ate dried fruit while watching the scene of the immortal sect.

*smack smack smack...* This window is really big.

"I wonder where all the Heavenly Rank disciples cultivate..."

Alone, he had become somewhat accustomed to talking to himself.

But suddenly, a voice answered him: "It's over there, just a couple of miles away."

"Huh?"

Fang Shi turned his head and saw a handsome man in a blue robe and white sleeves sitting by the window, holding a gourd in his hand, the contents of which were unclear, whether it was wine or tea.

"These dried fruits are quite good; they're refreshing and perfect with drinks."

Wow, that's how a master makes their entrance.

Fang Shi quickly stood up, about to ask his identity, but the other party waved his hand, indicating that he should sit down.

"Don't be nervous, my name is Qu Yang, and I am the Hall Master here."

So young to have become a hall elder? He's probably just an old man who looks young.

"Elder Qu." Fang Shi bowed while seated.

"Um."

Qu Yang nodded, took another sip of wine, and asked him, "New disciples all have to come to me to register after roll call. Didn't you come that day?"

"Roll call?"

I don't know.

Seeing Fang Shi's confused look, Qu Yang thought for a moment and said, "I remember now, there seems to be an outer sect disciple this year, and he hasn't come to the inner sect for roll call yet."

"Nobody notified me."

"So you've just forgotten about me. That's not surprising, there haven't been any outer sect disciples for a long time. But... that steward who forgot about you bears some responsibility."

Judging from Qu Yang's tone, the responsibility was not significant, and no one would pursue it.

Fang Shi originally thought that Qu Yang would look down on him like the others, but Qu Yang jumped down from the window and went behind the window.

"Fang Shi, that's your name, right?"

"Yes."

"That's it." Qu Yang came out with a palm-sized wooden sign and tossed it to him.

"This is the merit plaque of the Heaven and Earth Pavilion. It used to be used exclusively for outer sect disciples. It hasn't been used for a long time, so I don't know if it's still effective. Go and try it. If it breaks, come back and get a replacement."

"How do I use it?"

"See those platforms over there? There are them on every level from here upwards. The spiritual treasures go up from the first level. You put your items on them, then insert the wooden plaque into the groove on the side. The platform will sense the spiritual energy of the items and then imprint the corresponding reward number on your wooden plaque."

"Oh~"

This is just a passbook, I get it.

So Fang Shi dragged his backpack onto the ornately carved square stone platform.

"If you still need that bag, don't put it up here, otherwise the counter will take it away with you."

"Oh, oh." Fang Shi quickly put away the reward token and poured out the dried fruit.

"Your fruit is quite good; I estimate it's worth some money."

"How much reward can one fruit be exchanged for?"

"It depends on the quality. Fresh ones are better. If you dry them, you'll probably lose about 70% of the fruit."

"Not bad either."

As soon as the wooden plaque was inserted into the groove, the square platform began to emit a stream of light, and the dried fruit also emitted a faint glow. Numbers appeared on the performance plaque.

Two thousand four hundred.

Once a certain period of time has elapsed, the numbers on the wooden plaque will be engraved, and the items on the platform will be stored inside the square stone platform.

This is the first time Fang Shi has seen a spatial storage device in this world.

"Isn't it amazing? If you can cultivate to the fourth level of the Concentration Realm, you can even store things into your own body."

"I am but a disciple of an outer sect, Elder, you are joking."

"Is that what you think? You've managed to get so many spiritual fruits; I think you're destined to have a deep connection with cultivation."