Chapter 3: The Yin-Yang Divine and Demonic Mirror

Transforming blood into essence ... ... Refining essence into qi ... ...

However, this scripture was still not discarded, as I heard from Wang Zhi and others that among the ten thousand disciples, there were indeed some who cultivated the spiritual energy described in this scripture and consequently became outer disciples of Qingyun Mountain

The only one who escaped was myself, this little rogue.

As for the others, they were completely subdued that night, and now Little Freckles still trembles upon seeing Fang Xing

Having abandoned the plan to further study the "Qingyun Forging Qi" chapter, Fang Xing took out from his bundle the thin purple-covered booklet. This booklet was given to him by his Ninth Uncle, and it was also this book that brought about the calamity that befell Ghost Smoke Valley. On that very night, Xiao Jianming descended from the sky riding an iron eagle, wielding a chilling flying sword, and completely wiped out the three hundred fierce bandits of Ghost Smoke Valley.

Although Wang Zhi claims to be the leader of the Third Class Ling Tian, he merely bullies the little Taoist priests around him. When has he ever truly fought with anyone? It should be noted that although he is a Taoist priest, he is also of three generations of virtue, which is why he was selected to join.

Hehe, I have gathered a few more plants of the treasure in the house, thinking of a way to sell them, it will be another small fortune

Fang Xing suddenly snatched the transformation grass from the hands of the little speckled girl, hesitated for a moment, and then put it into his mouth, eating it in large bites

Sigh, it's useless. Am I supposed to become an appraiser?

Wang Zhimei smiled broadly as she took the broken silver coins, tossed the watermelon aside, and ran down the mountain.

But suddenly, he thought of something, and sat up abruptly, staring intently at the little freckle.

The scorching sun, life is so dull

Fang Xing muttered to himself, trying several different things back and forth, but nothing could elicit a response from this book anymore

Fang Xing discreetly hid the book and scolded with a smile, "You damn fool, all you know is drinking. Have you finished your work?"

Just these simple ten characters, after waiting for half a day, there is still no more to be seen

It's almost done, the remaining tasks can be handled by those few, I am going to buy some wine

Is it written with some kind of potion, just like the treasure maps that my second uncle used to create to deceive gullible sheep?

It turns out to be a magical artifact, indeed a good item. Fourth Uncle is truly the most genuine among the nine uncles, although he is a bit eccentric

Wang Zhi came over, picked up a piece of watermelon, and started to gnaw on it, yet he remained stationary for a long time

However, upon opening it, there was nothing but blankness inside. Even when held up to the sunlight, it remained the same.

At this moment, the blank page reveals an introduction to the "Qingyun Forging Qi" chapter. It is not detailed, yet in just a few words, it outlines the uses and principles of the "Qingyun Forging Qi" chapter, even pointing out the shortcomings of this cultivation scripture.

No response

Is it too ordinary

It is precisely for this reason that people in the mortal world welcome this herb very much, and the young herbalist often takes this herb out to sell.

Xiao Jianming always thought that the tenth bandit he escaped from was a strong man like the others, probably not realizing that he was just a ten-year-old child

Fang Xing suddenly sat up straight, staring blankly at the few lines of text in the book

After being stabbed twice, he completely submitted to Fang Xing, and their relationship gradually improved. In his words, it was a case of not knowing each other without a fight. Although he had been stabbed twice, he had come to know a true hero who was ten years old.

Tracing back three generations of ancestors, one cannot find anyone more ruthless than Fang Xing, and he is even less worth mentioning

At this moment, a cheerful voice came from not far away; it was Little Freckles and the Hanged Ghost returning.

You, a pauper, how much money could you possibly have

Bring that thing over to me

Naturally, Fang Xing, the master of the Third Class Spirit Field, does not need to engage in such menial tasks. Ever since that night when he stabbed Wang Zhi, Fang Xing has become the lord of this Third Class Spirit Field, and even his daily stinky socks are washed and hung out to dry by someone else

Perhaps I am not cut out for cultivation

Not far away, Wang Zhi walked over while wiping his hands, calling out from a distance.

Fang Xing initially just glanced over it and did not pay much attention. His interest in this matter was merely due to the fact that his fourth uncle had a particular fondness for it.

Sitting idly for a while was also dull, so Fang Xing once again gathered his spirits to flip through the "Qingyun Qi Refining" text. However, after a short while, he shook his head and closed it again, finding it useless. He had already tried it; according to the cultivation methods described in the "Qingyun Qi Refining" text, he could not feel any so-called spiritual energy at all. After trying three times, Fang Xing concluded that it was all nonsense.

Fang Xing is not someone who is always ruthless; when the time is right, he will also offer some rewards, such as frequently treating these individuals to drinks

Fang Xing helplessly shook his head, thinking to himself that the importance of talent in the Dao is not without reason; indeed, talent is crucial.

After a while, Fang Xing lifted the book "Yin Yang Divine Demon Mirror" and, indeed, the characters quickly vanished.

Wang Zhi had indeed contemplated revenge; the next day, he cast a hostile glance at Fang Xing

Such individuals are rare, but every year there are one or two days when such rumors circulate, which should not be false

Although this medicinal herb field belongs to the Daoist sect, it is managed by Daoist youths, who are essentially ordinary people. Their work primarily involves physical labor, so they are not restricted from consuming wine and meat. Furthermore, there is a small town located about seven to eight li away on the hillside, where many items can be purchased, albeit at a higher price than in the mundane world. Most of the patrons are these Daoist youths who manage the herb field

The Taoist boys receive a monthly wage of three to two taels of silver, but before Fang Xing's arrival, this money belonged to Wang Zhi. After Fang Xing came, all this money became his. Fortunately, Fang Xing is not a miser who hoards money; although he took all the money, after purchasing wine and meat, he shares it with everyone, unlike Wang Zhi, who would shut the door and enjoy it alone.

Damn it

Old Master Fang ... ... I did not slack off ... ...

The strong fear the ruthless

It was precisely because he was a child that when others were determined to fight to the death, Uncle Jiu entrusted this book to him, instructing him to keep it safe, and then threw him into the secret passage. ... Fang Xing did not hesitate to flee, escaping swiftly; he knew he was absolutely no match for the cold and stern man standing on the back of the Iron Eagle, and even the Iron Eagle beneath him could easily crush him with a single claw ...

Fang Xing disdainfully cursed and threw a piece of broken silver over, saying, "Get more pig head meat!"

Fang Xing was rummaging around when he suddenly remembered the smoking flask he had in his arms. According to his fourth uncle, who had given it to him at the time, this was a precious item; the smoke released from it could overwhelm most people, and it could even knock over a cow.

Boss Fang, it is truly hot today, let’s have some drinks to cool off

The snuff bottle was placed on the book, and after a while, faint characters indeed began to emerge

Ritual implements, capable of storing mist, do not enter the ranks

He is convinced that this is not a blank book; otherwise, Ghost Smoke Valley would not have suffered such a calamity

It was placed down again, and upon contact with the "Qingyun Forging Qi" chapter, the characters reappeared.

Fang Xing thought for a moment and then felt somewhat dejected; no matter how impressive this book was, it was of little use to him!

With this thought in mind, Fang Xing placed the book on the Qingyun Forging Qi Chapter that was spread across his knees, raised his head with a light sigh, feeling that he still had a long way to go, with almost no hope of revenge. However, at that moment, he slightly lowered his head and was suddenly astonished to find that a faint line of text had appeared on the Yin-Yang Divine Demon Mirror, as if it had materialized out of thin air

At noon, when the sun is at its fiercest, Fang Xing sits in a deck chair in the grass shed with his legs crossed. In the distance, Wang Zhi and others are busy in the medicinal herb field. Some spiritual herbs need to be treated for pests during the peak sunlight hours, as it is only then that their flowers will automatically bloom, allowing the insects that have parasitized their stamens to be captured.

Little Freckles held a few sprigs of lush, purplish herbs in her hands, her face beaming with a smile, clearly quite pleased with herself

Little Freckles, in a state of shock, timidly handed it over

The hanging ghost was also taken aback, thinking that it had somehow offended Fang Xing along with Little Freckles, and was so frightened that it did not dare to move.

After Wang Zhi left, Fang Xing began to ponder the book "Yin Yang Divine Demon Appraisal" once again. The more he thought about it, the more marvelous he found it. He speculated that this book should possess some form of appraisal ability, but it is not capable of appraising everything. From the current experiments, it seems that it only works on things related to the Daoist sect or spirituality, such as cultivation scriptures and spiritual artifacts.

In plain terms, he steals this money simply to display his status

Such potions are always time-limited, and this book is clearly very ancient; the traces of its antiquity cannot be deceived.

It is not just him; none of the people in the spiritual field of the third character 'Bing' can sense the existence of spiritual energy. Even Wang Zhi, who claims to have sensed some kind of energy, is merely trying to embellish his own reputation. Fang Xing has already forced the truth out of him.

Fang Xing pondered for a moment and felt that it was not quite right

The cover of the thin purple booklet is inscribed with five ancient seal characters. Fang Xing has indeed learned ancient seal script from Uncle Jiu and recognizes that the five large characters written on it are: Yin Yang Shen Mo Jian

Little Freckles was startled, and with a sudden drop of its rear, nearly sat down on the ground

Fang Xing, feeling a surge of excitement, hurriedly looked around. After a moment of contemplation, he placed the half-eaten watermelon beside him onto the book.

However, Fang Xing just smiled cheerfully and stabbed him in the thigh again. From that moment on, Wang Zhi was completely subdued

This is a companion herb of the spiritual medicine field, known as Huajingcao, also called Fangzhongbao. It is a type of weed found in the spiritual fields that should be removed upon discovery, as it holds little value for practitioners. However, it is quite useful for those in the mundane world, as the function of this herb is to transform blood into essence. After consumption, it can make a person become... ? ... "dragon essence and tiger vigor," a term that should not be unfamiliar, right? However, it is quite useful for those in the mundane world, as the function of this herb is to transform blood into essence. After consumption, it can make a person become... ? ... "dragon essence and tiger vigor," a term that should not be unfamiliar, right?

"Qingyun Qi Refining Chapter, Techniques for Cultivating the Qi Condensation Realm, Refining Essence into Qi, Can Achieve Divine Powers..."

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