Calabash Fairy

The next morning.

After receiving permission from the mountain god and being given a few words of advice by the mountain god himself, Yang Sheng excitedly took Yang Dongdong down the mountain.

They did not see that under the plum tree not far from the mountain god temple, two figures were sitting opposite each other at a stone table.

Fang Yan watched the two members of the Yang family leave, then looked at Shu Yu across from him, whose expression was somewhat complicated, raised his glass and smiled:

"Fellow Daoist, is this year's Phoenix Spirit Wine not to your liking?"

Shu Yu sighed softly and shook his head, saying:

"Fellow Daoist, this wine is three times more potent in spiritual energy than before, and its taste is even more refreshing and delicious, which suits my taste perfectly."

"I never imagined that less than two years after we parted, you would already be preparing to undergo your tribulation..."

Shu Yu continued, her tone still filled with disbelief...

He cultivated in Wuyou Mountain for a full eight hundred years, and he was still some distance away from the Great Demon realm. Most of the demons in the Hundred Thousand Mountains were like this, while Fang Yan had only cultivated for a few years.

He clearly remembered that ten years ago, the person in front of him was still hanging on a gourd vine!

At that time, he witnessed Junheng's rise to power. The fact that the mountain lord had become a powerful demon with formidable combat strength in just a hundred years had already amazed him.

According to the demon king of that time, Jun Heng's talent for cultivation was comparable only to the offspring of the major demon clans.

But the person in front of me...

This is unprecedented... no, it's unheard of!

"These days, I understand you less and less, fellow Daoist..."

Shu Yu sighed, took out an antique wooden bottle from his sleeve, and placed it in front of Fang Yan.

"I came here today intending to give this item to you, fellow Daoist. I never expected that you are about to face your tribulation. This item may be of some help to you."

Fang Yan took it with some curiosity, uncorked the bottle, and a fragrant aroma slowly wafted out, making Fang Yan's eyes light up.

【Worry-Free Elixir: Every hundred years, the Worry-Free Tree naturally produces this unique century-old elixir, which has mild medicinal properties and can enhance spiritual consciousness when consumed】

A spiritual liquid that can enhance spiritual sense is quite rare.

Fang Yan put the cork back in his hand and looked at the tree opposite him, saying:

"The century-old spiritual liquid that you offered, fellow Daoist, is far too precious."

Wanbao Trading Company also has similar spiritual materials that can enhance spiritual sense, each costing at least several hundred Wanbao coins. As for Wuyou Liquid, which has mild medicinal properties and no side effects, it can easily sell for a thousand Wanbao coins.

If it were an ordinary spiritual object, he would accept it without any problem, but this Worry-Free Liquid, in the past eight hundred years, Shu Yu has probably only collected eight portions of it.

Shu Yu then put down his wine cup, stroked his beard, and laughed:

"I have taken this elixir many times, and it has long lost its effect. The bottle in your hand is actually a remnant from before. It will probably take another thirty years for the Worry-Free Tree to produce new Worry-Free Elixir."

"The reason why Hyakume-ki appeared at Wuyou Mountain earlier must have been because he was attracted by this bottle of Wuyou Liquid. After careful consideration, I think it's better to give it to you, my friend, rather than let it remain coveted by others."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan felt a warmth in his heart. After pondering for a moment, he took out a jade bottle from his sleeve and presented it to Shu Yu.

"I will accept this spiritual liquid without hesitation. As for the spiritual pills in this bottle, consider them my return gift to you. Please do not refuse them either."

Shu Yu smiled and nodded, without opening it to check, and directly put it into her sleeve.

The elixir that Fang Yan sent out was naturally the Great Pure Yuan Pill.

He has already refined two Great Pure Yuan Pills in succession, and refining one more would have little effect.

Unlike Fang Yan, this pill was given to Shu Yu for refinement, which would truly save Shu Yu from fifty years of arduous cultivation day and night.

After all, this is how most demons cultivate; a year of cultivation equals a year's worth of cultivation. Although Shu Yu's talent for cultivation is not bad, he is still just an ordinary person.

As for Fang Yan himself, he was clearly a special case.

When the Emperor's Dew fell, it boosted his cultivation by five hundred years. After that, with his talent, even without the many opportunities of the past few years, he was confident that he could break through to the level of a thousand-year-old demon within seventy years.

Now, not to mention that he has suddenly realized the true meaning of spring breeze and comprehended a trace of the great way of life, his path to the demon king realm with ten thousand years of cultivation is also smooth. With the blessing of his alchemy skills, his cultivation speed will only continue to accelerate.

Under the plum blossom tree on the mountaintop, the two talked for a while, and then Shuyu took out a chessboard and pulled Fang Yan to play a few games with him.

Even before it began, Fang Yan could tell from Shu Yu's expectant expression that his fellow Daoist had truly been busy for the past two years since they last met...

Sure enough, Fang Yan noticed something amiss in the first game. Shu Yu drastically changed his previous strategy and utterly defeated him.

Three days later, although Fang Yan gradually stabilized his position, he could not reverse the decline on the chessboard and suffered a regrettable defeat, while Shu Yu bid farewell and left with a beaming smile.

"It seems I should study chess strategies more in my spare time..."

Although the two were playing chess out of pure interest, Fang Yan felt a strange surge of fighting spirit as he watched the pine needles drift away in the distance.

He couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head, then slowly walked back to the Qingfeng Secret Realm.

..............................

On the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Mountains, far from the Qingfeng Mountain area, lies a turbulent river.

At this moment, streaks of pale white light were continuously blasting out from the cave at the bottom of the river, crashing into a black rock in the water and sending it hurtling towards the surface!

If you get closer, you can see that the black stone is actually a huge spirit turtle with its head and limbs retracted, and its body is a full ten feet wide.

At this moment, a wronged and angry voice kept coming from inside the turtle's shell.

"You white snake! I've yielded time and again, yet you still try to steal my spiritual vein and seize my cave! You...you're being utterly unreasonable!"

Before the spirit turtle could finish speaking, it was blasted out of the river by the pale white ribbons that kept whipping its shell, landing with a splash on the grassy bank. It had clearly been completely driven out...

"Hmph! If I weren't still recovering from my injuries, I would have peeled off your stinking, hard shell and devoured you alive!"

As the violent sound echoed through the mountains and fields, the river surface gradually calmed down.

On the riverbank, the spirit turtle poked its head out, looking at the river with a face full of grief and indignation.

Being chased by a group of people outside the Ten Thousand Mountains is bad enough, but even after hiding inside the Ten Thousand Mountains, why are snakes still stealing their cave! This is too unfair to the turtle!

If it weren't for the protection of the Xuan Shui, he would have been swallowed whole by this thousand-year-old snake demon by now!

"I thought we'd be safe once we entered the Ten Thousand Mountains, but the monsters here are all like mindless wild beasts!"

The spirit turtle looked at the river with considerable frustration, and could only accept the fact that its cave had been taken away.

"Sigh... Let's cast another divination. The previous one only revealed that my opportunity lies in the Ten Thousand Mountains..."

"If being chased and having one's cave seized can be considered a stroke of luck..."