Calabash Fairy

Fang Yan could sense that if he relied on the incense offerings he had accumulated over the years to cultivate, his cultivation level would definitely advance by leaps and bounds, much faster than Jun Heng's.

However, he also had a strange feeling that if he relied on incense to cultivate and completely embarked on the path of divinity, he would probably find it difficult to leave the Qingfeng Mountain area and be inseparable from the incense of the divine path in the future.

This is precisely why Fang Yan has hesitated until now. Compared to the fact that everything is unknown and one has to rely on or even depend on the incense offerings of the gods, he feels more at ease with the cultivation he obtains by absorbing the essence of the sun and moon every day and taking one step at a time.

"Some shortcuts, if taken, may bring temporary benefits, but the future is uncertain..."

Fang Yan slowly walked out of the mountain god temple. The warm sunlight shone on him, and a gentle breeze blew by, washing away his worries.

Fang Yan smiled slightly. Ever since he obtained the position of mountain god, he could feel the kindness of every plant and tree on Qingfeng Mountain towards him, especially recently, it has become even more obvious.

"The ley lines in the Qingfeng Mountain area are almost cleared up. The land around Qingfeng Mountain will become more and more fertile in the future. The recent changes are probably due to this."

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In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed. Incense smoke still lingers on Qingfeng Mountain, and the villagers of Hongmu Village, who have gradually moved here from the foot of the mountain, are also working with great enthusiasm.

Yang Dongdong's calculations were correct. Due to the lack of enough horse-drawn carriages and oxcarts to transport supplies, and the fact that the villagers of Hongmu Village could only bring limited resources, especially food, on their long journey, the situation would be fine in the short term, but in the long run, there would definitely be a shortage of resources.

But he underestimated the villagers' perseverance and ability. The land originally allocated to Hongmu Village was being transformed into a brand-new residential area with construction going day and night.

According to Xu Hu and the village chief of Hongmu Village, those who came to Xiahe Village earlier would be responsible for building houses using the tools they brought with them.

The remaining men, women, and children of Hongmu Village will continue to farm in Hongmu Village, waiting for the last batch of rice to ripen in the autumn. Only then will the remaining thousand or so people, carrying the sacred object and the harvested grain, head towards Xiahe Village.

With this division of labor and cooperation, there won't be much of a food shortage during the winter. As long as we get through this winter, everything will be a fresh start next year.

As for Xiahe Village, they mostly welcomed the Hongmu Village residents who came to settle there, and occasionally some farmers would go to help them.

The six villages naturally intermarry with each other, and in this vast Hundred Thousand Mountains, they are the only human inhabitants.

However, people's hearts are complicated, and with more people, more problems are bound to arise. Fortunately, with Yang Dongdong mediating and Xu Hu overseeing things, the two of them worked together, and even the local thugs in each village who wanted to cause trouble dared not act recklessly, so those things were able to proceed smoothly.

And once again, a familiar friend returned to the mountain god temple.

"Brother Jun, are you leaving the Ten Thousand Mountains?"

At the top of the mountain god temple, Fang Yan looked at Jun Heng, who was hugging a huge stone altar and grinning foolishly.

If the lesser demons of White Tiger Cave saw their king in this state, I really want to know what their expressions would be...

"That's right, Brother Fang, you may not know this, but although I have lived in the Ten Thousand Mountains for the past hundred years, I was not born here. Instead, I was sent to the mountains by my elders when I was a child."

"My bloodline is known to Brother Fang as well. The more I fight, the stronger I become. There is no place in the entire Southern Region more suitable for my growth than the Ten Thousand Mountains. But now, it is time for me to leave."

Seeing the regretful look on Jun Heng's face, Fang Yan pondered for a moment and asked:

"But is there another reason behind the sudden appearance of that pack of Crimson Blood Wolves?"

He had sensed something was amiss earlier. The Crimson Blood Wolf Clan had lived in the inner regions of the mountains for thousands of years. Even if they were driven out by powerful enemies and brought to the edge of the area, why would they be aiming so clearly at White Tiger Mountain?

"There is indeed some evil spirit causing trouble, but this matter involves family affairs and is not convenient to discuss with Brother Fang in detail."

After Junheng finished speaking, he felt something was amiss and quickly explained:

"It's not that I don't trust Brother Fang, it's just that this matter concerns the grudges of my ancestors. There are some things that cannot be said, and if they were..."

Fang Yan nodded knowingly and couldn't help but smile:

"Brother, rest assured, how could I not know? Knowing too much about some things is not a good thing."

Legend has it that certain deities of high enough rank, no matter how far apart they are, even in other realms, can become aware of your existence and even cast a glance your way if you silently recite their names.

Judging from what he said, "Brother Jun," there is such a person among the elders in the family?

Upon hearing this, Jun Heng breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. Then, as if remembering something, he quickly took out several items from the leather pouch at his waist and placed them in front of Fang Yan.

"Brother Fang, please keep these things. They might come in handy."

Fang Yan looked at the three crimson demon cores radiating a bloody aura placed in front of him, and the starlight-white bone that faintly shimmered with starlight.

Fang Yan recognized these three demon cores; they were all from the Crimson Blood Wolf Clan. The one in the middle, which was larger and had a more concentrated blood aura, should be the old wolf king's two-thousand-year-old demon core.

He also has a Black Xuan Snake with a thousand years of cultivation still preserved in the mountains. All things considered, he now has four Great Demon Cores in his possession.

As for that piece of bone...

[Sirius Bone: A piece of Sirius bone left behind after the physical body of the Arctic Sirius perished, containing the power of the seven stars of the North Pole]

Another divine object...

The new Chaos Seed within his body has not yet fully formed, and although it is unknown whether it can accommodate this divine object, this does not affect the fact that the Sirius Bone before him is an extraordinary treasure.

Seeing Fang Yan's expression, Jun Heng grinned, stuffed the wine jar from his arms into the snake pouch at his waist, and stood up, saying:

"These three demon cores were originally Brother Fang's spoils of war. As for the Heavenly Wolf Bone, it is a parting gift from your brother. Brother Fang, please do not refuse it."

"After this parting, I don't know when we will meet again. I know that Brother Fang is no ordinary person, just like me, and he has great fortune. A thousand years is but a blink of an eye, so I firmly believe that we will meet again in the future."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan's expression turned serious, and he stood up, cupping his hands in greeting:

"This parting may be long and arduous; I earnestly hope you take good care of yourself, my brother!"

Jun Heng nodded emphatically, and then his figure transformed into a dark, demonic wind that swept towards the horizon, leaving only a loud laugh in Fang Yan's ears.

"Brother Fang, if White Tiger Cave ever encounters trouble in the future, please lend a hand for my sake. After all, you have been following me for decades."

"If you have the chance, Brother Fang, you must go out and travel. Everyone says the Ten Thousand Mountains are vast and boundless, but this place is only a corner of the Southern Region. The outside world is truly wonderful..."

Jun Heng's words echoed in Fang Yan's ears, making him momentarily dazed.

Life is unpredictable. In the blink of an eye, one of his only two friends left. But everyone has their own path to walk, and he could only offer his blessings. How could he possibly hold him back?

"Brother Jun, we will meet again someday."