Calabash Fairy

Two days later, in front of the mountain god temple.

Fang Yan walked on the snow-covered ground, strolling through the heavy snow to a plum tree. He looked at the pink plum blossoms on the upright branches, which emitted a faint fragrance and had transparent, clear petals.

In less than a year, the plum blossom seeds that these trees had given as a gift and planted around the mountain god temple had all grown.

The summit of Qingfeng Mountain is naturally rich in spiritual energy, and with the presence of the Mountain God Temple, it is also the center of the earth's veins, which is an immense blessing for these ordinary plum blossom seeds.

The vibrant red on the mountaintop stands out against the white snowscape, adding a touch of life.

Fang Yan's eyes reflected plum blossoms, but his mind was focused on the chaotic space within his body, sensing the two pure yang sword energies surrounding the pure yang sword seed, one solid and the other slightly illusory.

During this period, he obtained a Pure Yang Flower from the White Tiger Cave and traded three more Pure Yang Flowers from the Wanbao Trading Company, saving him the eight years of hard work required to condense Pure Yang Sword Qi.

Not only did it directly condense a complete sword aura, but it would only take a little over a year to successfully condense another sword aura.

Just then, Fang Yan's expression shifted slightly. He turned his head to look down the mountain and saw Fairy Yunhua sitting at a wooden table in a small courtyard with a fence at the foot of the mountain, smiling in his direction and raising her cup in the distance.

The snowflakes within a three-zhang radius around Fairy Yunhua drifted away as soon as they fell, never getting close. Opposite the wooden table was an exquisitely carved white jade wine cup, the invitation self-evident.

Fang Yan immediately took a step and appeared in the courtyard in one stride, walking towards the wooden table.

Fairy Yunhua stood up and smiled:

"I tasted the Phoenix Spirit Wine from your mountain before, and I still remember it vividly. Now that I see you have emerged from seclusion, I thought I would invite you to taste the Immortal Feather Wine, which is unique to my Rainbow Garment Immortal Sect."

"Fellow Daoist, please~"

"Thank you for the feast, fairy. Please, fairy~"

Fang Yan nodded with a smile and went to sit opposite Fairy Yunhua. The two then sat down together.

In the house next to the courtyard, a small head with two buns was peeking out from the half-closed door, looking curiously into the courtyard.

Before she could even take a second look, a slender, fair hand slowly reached out from behind the door, pressed her head back into the room, and silently closed the door.

Fairy Yunhua picked up the wine pot, poured wine for Fang Yan, and said with a somewhat helpless smile:

"I apologize for my rudeness, fellow Daoist. Although Qiu'er has been able to cultivate patiently lately, judging from her nature, she is exceptionally curious and much bolder than most boys."

"Speaking of which, I only recently learned that Qiu'er was also saved by you, fellow Daoist."

Fang Yan saw Fairy Yunhua fill her wine cup and shook his head with a smile:

"How can we just watch such a young child die in vain?"

Upon hearing this, a look of emotion flashed across Fairy Yunhua's eyes.

"Qingxuan Daoist is proficient in divination, but he could not have foreseen that two hundred years later, a virtuous and benevolent deity like you would appear in the Hundred Thousand Mountains to protect people."

"I offer this cup to my fellow Daoists."

As Yunhua Fairy spoke, she solemnly raised her wine cup and offered it to Fang Yan.

"You flatter me, fairy."

Fang Yan quickly raised his glass in return, bringing it closer to his lips, but in his heart he was pondering what Fairy Yunhua had said.

He hadn't expected to hear the name Qingxuan Daoist from the person in front of him.

He also remembered that the divine objects of the six villages, including Xiahe Village, were gifts from Daoist Qingxuan, and according to Fairy Yunhua, her appearance in the Ten Thousand Mountains was also related to Daoist Qingxuan.

Just then, the clear spirit wine in the glass was poured into his mouth, and a fragrant aroma immediately filled the air.

As Fang Yan drank the spirit wine, he felt a sense of relaxation throughout his body. The light, feather-like feeling made his eyes light up, and he found the wine to be quite peculiar.

"It truly is a fine spirit wine, with such a unique flavor."

Seeing the look of admiration on Fang Yan's face, Fairy Yunhua chuckled and said:

"If this wine pleases you, I am at ease."

The snow continued to fall. In the small courtyard, the two drank and discussed philosophy, enjoying themselves quite much. It wasn't until late at night that Fang Yan took his leave and returned to the mountain god temple.

Although he was somewhat curious about the Daoist Qingxuan, he had no intention of asking him questions casually, lest he inquire about something secretive.

To be fair, Fang Yan himself doesn't like others asking him all sorts of questions. Even among friends, it's best to maintain a proper distance.

Of course, if someone brings it up on their own initiative, that's a different story.

Compared to these matters, Fang Yan was more concerned with his own cultivation.

"Although there are still many pill formulas in the Nongwan inheritance that I haven't refined, I'm now close to my current limit. Even if I continue to invest a lot of energy, my progress in alchemy will inevitably begin to slow down gradually..."

This was also due to the limitations of his cultivation level and divine sense. For example, when refining the Great Pure Yuan Pill, it was the first time he had felt that it was somewhat difficult.

Before advancing to the level of a millennium-old demon, refining those top-tier elixirs will likely be very difficult...

Of course, he still has room for improvement in alchemy. Although he cannot stop, he can slow down and do other things.

For example, studying other lineages within the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Technique...

"The talisman technique in the talisman water tradition was difficult even with just a cursory glance. To study it, one would need to invest a lot of energy. Although there are methods for making talismans, such as talisman paper and talisman brushes, a large amount of spiritual materials are still required."

The complexity, difficulty, and amount of knowledge contained in the Dao of Alchemy and the Dao of Talismans are among the best of all the lineages. Fang Yan is not yet confident enough to study both lineages at the same time.

The inheritance of the Dao of Talismans will inevitably begin only after the Dao of Alchemy has truly reached its current limit.

Among the other Earthly Fiend Techniques, there was one that Fang Yan had long coveted.

fencing.

At this moment, within the chaotic space within Fang Yan's body, his divine sense unhesitatingly came into contact with the two characters for "sword technique" engraved in the space.

Soon, with a flash of golden light, Fang Yan did not experience a surge of knowledge in his mind as he had when he encountered the inheritance of Nongwan. Instead, his vision suddenly went dark, and when he regained his sight, he found himself in a desolate place where the world was shrouded in a dim yellow light and devoid of any life.

Upon entering this place, the Pure Yang Sword Seed within him seemed to stir with excitement...

In front of him, a sharp longsword gleaming with cold light was pointed at him, as if it would pierce him at any moment.

Fang Yan surveyed the space around him, then looked at the longsword in front of him and suddenly realized what was happening.

Real-world application…

It seems that the only way to pass on swordsmanship is through actual combat.

Since it is the path of sword immortals, it is natural to discuss the Dao through the sword.

Fang Yan stretched out his palm toward the sharp longsword opposite him, but the next moment his pupils suddenly contracted, and the phantom of a gourd with purple-gold cloud patterns appeared around him instantly.

"clang----"

Suddenly, the longsword that had been hovering in the distance appeared before Fang Yan in an instant, poised to pierce his brow!

So fast!

Fang Yan felt a chill between his brows.

If he hadn't instinctively used the gourd phantom technique to defend himself and block it...

This swordsmanship inheritance has absolutely no gradual progression whatsoever...