Calabash Fairy

Soon, it will be autumn again.

The fields at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain are already golden, and Xiahe Village has returned to a peaceful state, with every family immersed in the joy of the harvest.

The ruffians in the clinic were all taken home, and after this incident, no one dared to cause trouble anymore, which made Xu Hu and his group much more relaxed. Yang Sheng also took the opportunity to set up various rules for the village.

On Qingfeng Mountain, Fang Yan was sitting under a plum tree with Shu Yu, who had come to visit him after leaving the pass.

A spirit wine chessboard was placed in front of the two, but one looked calm while the other had a furrowed brow.

Fang Yan held the blue jade wine cup in his hand, looking at the peculiar spirit wine inside that resembled rolling clouds and rising mist, and took a light sip with a calm and breezy air.

Now that the roles of offense and defense have reversed, it is no longer possible for Fellow Daoist Shuyu to turn the tide in this game.

After a while, Shu Yu clearly realized this as well. He sighed softly, put the chess piece back in the chess basket, and said with considerable emotion:

"Every time I meet Fellow Daoist Fang Yan, there is a new surprise. His cultivation is such, and so is his mastery of chess. I truly cannot help but admire you..."

At this moment, Shu Yu's aura was significantly stronger than before, but it was still somewhat weak and had not been fully contained.

He knew that given Fellow Daoist Fang Yan's personality, the return gift he received would certainly not be light, but he never expected it to be so substantial. That spiritual pill actually saved him fifty years of hard work.

After emerging from seclusion, Shu Yu sensed the surge in his cultivation level and was quite excited. He immediately set off to visit Qingfeng Mountain, intending to express his gratitude.

But when he saw Fang Yan's usual warm smile, his excitement subsided.

The two smiled at each other. Shu Yu didn't express his gratitude and, just like in previous years, went to drink and play chess under the plum blossom tree.

Fang Yan raised his wine glass and chuckled:

"After all, fellow Daoist's chess skills far surpass those of before. If I don't strive to catch up, how will I be able to play chess with fellow Daoist in the future?"

"Please, fellow Daoist, try my Cloud Mist Wine. Not only is its spiritual energy more concentrated than Phoenix Spirit Wine, but its taste is also quite unique."

He initially bought the Cloud Mist Fruit spirit seed to plant because he valued the many uses of this spirit fruit. Besides refining pills, the spirit bees could also use the flowers produced by it to brew special spirit honey, which was also very beneficial to the spirit bees themselves.

Unexpectedly, this fruit not only has a unique flavor, but the spirit wine brewed from it is also a fine product.

Upon hearing this, Elm Tree looked at the wine glass in front of him, smiled, nodded, and picked up the wine glass.

Just as the two were chatting and laughing on the mountaintop, they were at a stone pool halfway up the mountain.

Xuan Shui's enormous tortoise-like body was lazily lying by the stone pool, enjoying the sunshine, and it yawned.

Over the past two years on Qingfeng Mountain, Hei Yan has been influenced by the pure Yang energy emanating from Fang Yan. The golden vertical lines on his forehead have become increasingly deep, and even the flames he spews out have a hint of gold, greatly increasing his power.

Rabbit Duo'er was quite compatible with the bright moon in the sky, and her cultivation speed was faster than Black Flame's. Moonlight gradually began to shimmer among her soft, cloud-like fur.

Even Da Huang's figure became more and more handsome. Compared to Qingfeng Mountain, his previous small mountain peak was like a remote and impoverished place. It was only here that his talent gradually became apparent.

Of all these, only the Xuan Shui remained completely unchanged.

After all, compared to the three little demons who were born and raised in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he was born with superior talent and bloodline, and came from a major demon clan. In terms of background, he far surpassed the three demons.

However, as Da Huang affectionately called Fang Yan "Master" every day, Hei Yan and Tu Duo'er quickly followed suit and changed their address. Even Xuan Shui, who was initially a little awkward, gradually got used to this form of address.

"Ha~~"

Xuan Shui opened its mouth wide and yawned again. Just then, a yellow light suddenly darted out from behind the bamboo forest and came to its side. It was already used to this and didn't even bother to move its eyelids.

Big Yellow stuck out its tongue and said excitedly:

"Xuan Shui, those demons from the White Tiger Cave are offering sacrifices to the master again. Shall we go take a look?"

"No, no, you go ahead."

Xuan Shui said lazily, he didn't know where this dog got so much energy every day. Not only did it run around on the mountain all day long, but it also found everything new and interesting and liked to join in the fun.

Dahuang nodded repeatedly, wagging its tail as it was about to leave, when Xuanshui suddenly called out to it.

"etc!"

Big Yellow turned around in confusion, only to see that tiny starlight had suddenly appeared before its eyes.

Xuan Shui's expression turned solemn. As the star map on its back continued to flash, a series of incoherent and blurry images appeared in his eyes.

The divination result is blurry; I can't see it at all...

Xuan Shui was anxious, feeling that this matter was quite important, but even with all its might, it could not see the images clearly until it heard the gentle voice of the Mountain God.

"Concentrate."

As the voice faded, the entire aura of Qingfeng Mountain converged upon it, and Xuan Shui's spirits instantly lifted as the scene before him gradually became clearer...

Giant beasts...mountains...escaped demons...searching for secret treasures....

A moment later, under Da Huang's curious gaze, as the star map on the tortoise's back gradually dimmed, Xuan Shui turned his head and said:

"We're going up the mountain now to see our master."

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"You mean, in the Ten Thousand Mountains, quite close to Qingfeng Mountain, there's a powerful demon with at least four thousand years of cultivation searching for some treasure, driving away and annihilating nearby demons, and this might also affect White Tiger Cave?"

Seeing Xuan Shui nod repeatedly, Fang Yan looked thoughtfully at the little demons of the White Tiger Cave who were carrying down spiritual materials not far away.

Speaking of which, didn't the Crimson Blood Wolf Clan also suddenly escape from the interior of the Ten Thousand Mountains after being injured and come to the outer area? Could it be that what happened back then is also related to what Xuan Shui said?

The Ten Thousand Mountains were too vast. Although it was several years ago, it was perfectly normal for that great demon to remain in that region if he had not found what he was looking for.

Xuan Shui said that this matter might affect the White Tiger Cave rather than destroy it, which means that the great demon with four thousand years of cultivation will not appear on the outskirts of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

However, if the enemy continues to cause trouble, more powerful demons will likely escape to the outskirts. The White Tiger Cave, guarded only by a leopard demon with nine hundred years of cultivation but occupying a sacred land, is indeed a prime target...

After all, it was entrusted to him by a friend, and the little demons of White Tiger Cave had been offering him sacrifices every year over the years, so he naturally wouldn't let anything happen to White Tiger Cave.

Speaking of which, with his breakthrough in the divine path, he has discovered a new divine method that is perfect for use now.

Fang Yan opened his palm upwards, and a large amount of incense, shimmering with golden light like clouds, flew rapidly from the mountain god temple and condensed in his hand.

In a flash of golden light, the incense sticks from the temple transformed into a small golden seal, which floated slowly.

This seal contains the power of a single strike from the Mountain God's seal.