Calabash Fairy

Under the moonlight, Su Xueyi led an excited Qiu'er down a forest path.

At this moment, Qiu'er was holding a jade bottle in her arms. Every now and then, she would secretly pull out the jade stopper, peek inside, and then happily put the stopper back in, treasuring it like a precious gem.

This is a legendary elixir, bestowed upon us personally by the Mountain God!

Seeing this, Su Xueyi could only smile helplessly, a hint of doting in her eyes.

Her only remaining relative has only three years left to live, while cultivators have incredibly long lifespans. When she returns next time, she might not even find a single acquaintance...

Qiu'er, one of only two girls in the six villages with cultivation potential, will accompany her through the long years to come.

Therefore, among cultivators, the master-disciple relationship is often closer than the blood ties in the mortal world.

Not long after, the two figures, one tall and one short, strolled down the mountain and encountered Xu Hu, who had been waiting at the foot of the mountain.

"Miss Xueyi, thank you so much for what happened earlier."

On their way back to the village, the group was blocked by a hidden mud pit that had appeared out of nowhere.

Just when he was at his wit's end, it was the village chief in white clothes who sent everyone away and performed the legendary magic in front of him, which made the mud pit disappear and the land become flat again, so that everyone could return safely.

Although he and Village Chief Yang had their suspicions, they were still quite shocked to see it with their own eyes.

"Brother Xu Hu, you're too kind. This is actually helping our Jinzhi Village, there's no need for thanks."

"Next time I travel to other villages, please let me know, Brother Xu Hu. I will go with you and hopefully be of some help."

As Su Xueyi spoke, she smiled and pulled Qiu'er away from there. Xu Hu was also quite pleased to hear this and quickly agreed, following in the footsteps of the two.

At the summit of Qingfeng Mountain, Fang Yan watched this scene, a smile flashing in his eyes.

When Su Xueyi came to the Mountain God Temple to see him, she changed her address to Senior Fang. As her elder, he naturally had to show his appreciation, so he casually gave her a bottle of Purple Crystal Pills and a bottle of Spirit Nourishing Pills.

Although Su Xueyi is exceptionally talented, she has only been cultivating for a short time. The Purple Crystal Pill is already an excellent elixir for her, perfect for her cultivation. Not to mention, this elixir also has good beauty-enhancing effects.

Qiu'er's cultivation level is still too shallow, and she has not yet entered the path of cultivation. The very gentle Nourishing Spirit Pill is more suitable for her.

Fang Yan still remembers the sight of the two children, one big and one small, with their eyes full of stars.

Su Xueyi clearly already knew the effects of the superior amethyst pill he had refined. Qiu'er was seeing the elixir for the first time today, and like a child receiving a favorite candy, she was naturally overjoyed.

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Fang Yan looked at the peaceful and serene village below the mountain for a while, then returned to the Qingfeng Secret Realm and sat cross-legged on the stone bed.

At this moment, a red gold jade pendant was tied around his waist.

【Pure Yang Warm Jade: This jade can continuously gather the pure Yang energy between heaven and earth. It is also an excellent spiritual material for refining magical treasures and has the effect of calming the mind】

Fang Yan spent a full nine hundred Myriad Treasure Coins to exchange for this pure Yang spiritual material from the Money Rat. This was because he had a ten percent discount due to his nominal status as an alchemist.

Fortunately, this sale of the elixir earned Fang Yan 1,120 Wanbao coins, which he used to acquire not only the Pure Yang Warm Jade but also a considerable amount of spiritual materials.

Of course, Fang Yan bought this precious jade because it was absolutely worth the price for him.

The pure yang energy in the Pure Yang Jade is greater than that of thirty Pure Yang Flowers combined. Besides this, what Fang Yan values ​​most is the ability of this treasure to continuously gather pure yang energy, which will accelerate his cultivation of pure yang sword energy and benefit his comprehension of pure yang sword intent.

Furthermore, during this period, as Fang Yan's understanding of the Pure Yang Sword Intent deepened, he gradually realized what the final step was in transforming the Pure Yang Sword Seed into his natal magic weapon.

That is the Pure Yang Path.

Once he comprehends even a trace of the Pure Yang Dao, the final piece of the puzzle for the Pure Yang Sword Seed will be completely completed, making it his first natal magic weapon.

Although his purple-gold spiritual power far surpassed ordinary spiritual power, and the spiritual sword formed by his purple-gold spiritual power was even more powerful and could bear the pure yang sword intent, it was still no match for magic weapons.

He is currently lacking a suitable weapon.

However, the Great Dao is not so easy to comprehend. At least for now, he has not yet been able to grasp even a single clue about the Pure Yang Great Dao.

It is worth mentioning that the merit from slaying the four evil spirits has also been bestowed.

Merit is hard to come by, and Fang Yan was quite satisfied with the complete merit he had unexpectedly obtained this time. His total number of merits had now reached thirteen.

"Now all I need to do is cultivate diligently, conserve my energy, and see if I can advance the Pure Yang Sword Intent further in the Sword Tower, so as to try to come into contact with the Pure Yang Great Dao."

On the stone bed, Fang Yan focused his mind and calmed his spirit. A phantom image of a purple-gold gourd slowly appeared around him, quickly refining the surging spiritual energy into purple-gold spiritual power and infusing it into his body, thus beginning his cultivation for the day...

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Time slips through our fingers unnoticed.

While Fang Yan was cultivating in the secret realm, many significant events were taking place in Xiahe Village at the foot of the mountain.

In early June, Xu Hu and Su Xueyi led their team to traverse the four villages and retrieved most of the tools.

Of all the places, only Redwood Village was destroyed by something unknown, leaving only large ruins and pits in its place, which made everyone tremble with fear and they quickly left.

When the news reached the foot of Qingfeng Mountain, the villagers were in an uproar, but they were also increasingly relieved. The decision by the village chiefs to move to Xiahe Village was indeed a very wise one.

In early July, as the first batch of early rice matured this year, five villages, including Hongmu Village, were officially merged into Xiahe Village, witnessed by the village chiefs of the six villages and all the villagers. They were no longer distinguished from each other, and Yang Shengsheng became the sole village chief.

At the same time, the village's clinic, iron foundry, and cloth workshop also decided to begin construction, all managed by Yang Sheng's third son, Yang Xiaoshan.

In addition, Ge Ling, the former village chief of Baicao Village, will manage the clinic; Wang Shi, the village chief of Tiezhu Village, will manage the iron casting workshop; and Su Xueyi, the village chief of Jinzhi Village, will temporarily manage the cloth workshop.

Xu Hu will also formally form a team to protect the village and hunt for meat.

Until mid-August, on this particular night, in the dense forest behind Qingfeng Mountain, as the moonlight fell, intense spiritual energy continuously converged towards a certain point, rapidly gathering into a vortex of spiritual power, and the second creature in Qingfeng Mountain to cultivate into a demon appeared.

"Mountain God, Mountain God! Please accept Black Flame! Black Flame is far more useful than that rabbit!"

Fang Yan looked at Black Crow, who was standing proudly on the grass in front of him, speaking in a hoarse and strange voice, and then at Rabbit Duo'er, who was standing not far away with an angry expression and her ears perked up. He couldn't help but chuckle.

Black crows are different from ordinary animals; they are good at imitating sounds. Even without refining the transverse bone in their throats, they can still imitate human voices, which infuriates Rabbit.