Chapter 8: A Little Tantrum
Others need their guidance to avoid obtaining damaged magical artifacts, but one need not fear; is the Yin-Yang Divine Demon Mirror merely a joke
Upon exchanging a glance, he immediately understood the intentions of the plump Taoist, and with a beaming smile, he welcomed him over
Fang Xing expressed some dissatisfaction
This pig-headed man is none other than the plump Daoist. Originally, he had promised yesterday to wait by the Qingxin Bell to guide Fang Xing. However, he did not expect that he had drunk too much the previous night and completely forgot about it. It was not until the Qingxin Bell rang that he woke up, hurriedly got out of bed, and prepared to go to the Qingmu Pavilion to wait for him. Just as he was halfway there, he happened to encounter Fang Xing, who was cursing his way over.
Before long, I arrived at the Qingmu Pavilion, which was a three-story building constructed entirely from wood that exuded a faint fragrance of green wood. At first glance, it appeared plain and unadorned, but upon closer inspection, it revealed a seamless and intricate craftsmanship, exuding a simple yet grand atmosphere. The surface of the building was free of any insect holes, and it seemed not even a speck of dust clung to it. Under the radiant light of the rising sun, a subtle brilliance shimmered, bestowing a dignified aura.
How could a practitioner still suffer from diarrhea
Bring your wooden plaque for me to see
You scoundrel, stop pretending to be confused, quickly hand over the spirit stones, otherwise, get lost as soon as possible
Saying this, Yao Yao pointed in the direction of the Qingmu Pavilion for Fang Xing, and unexpectedly turned around and left
Haha, it is not quite suitable for me, please allow me to think it over!
He is short and can only barely rest on the shoulders of the plump man, and that is under the condition that the plump man is leaning to the side
Who knows, perhaps the intestines have rotted
The little eyes twinkled, clearly hinting that Du Fang was being offered benefits
In reality, there are only a few entities with top-tier qualifications within the entire sect, and they are regarded as precious treasures.
Fang Xing descended the mountain in a fit of indignation, intending to go to Qingmu Pavilion but unsure of the way. The strange peaks and valleys between the gates, along with the clusters of palace eaves, left him somewhat dizzy. That deadpan face merely pointed in a direction, but how could he possibly know where Qingmu Pavilion was?
The plump man was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and said: "This is not the time to knock on the door. In our Qingyun Sect's Outer Sect's Magical Artifact Pavilion, most of the items are old relics discarded by the predecessors, and more than half of them are damaged. If you offer a tribute, the senior brothers guarding the pavilion will naturally guide you to a good one. However, if you do not offer a tribute, they will completely ignore you. How would you know which item is good and which is bad? These black-hearted fellows have polished the damaged flying swords to a shine, specifically to deceive people..."
It seems that you are also useless, no wonder you would go to the Taoist boys to flaunt your power
What level was Fang Shidi's aptitude rated at
Junior Brother Fang, do not underestimate this spirit stone. Our future cultivation relies entirely on it. As outer sect disciples, our treatment is poor, and we only receive spirit stones once every three months. We regard them as treasures. In the mortal world, each piece is worth a hundred gold coins
The stout man did not follow into the Artifact Pavilion, but waited outside, while Fang Xing swaggered in by himself
Senior Brother Qiao took the wooden plaque from Fang Xing and, without further ado, arranged for him a small dwelling located at the foot of Yunyin Peak as a place for cultivation. He also provided him with a set of small-sized Daoist robes from Qingyun Sect, a thin booklet on the Qingyun Qi Refining Technique, and a small red, translucent stone the size of a pebble, which is said to be the spirit stone used for cultivation. He then sent Fang Xing to the Artifact Pavilion
I will remember you, and sooner or later, you will experience my methods
Fang Xing's expression suddenly changed. Initially, although he was reluctant, after some consideration, he planned to hand over the spirit stones. After all, he had just entered the sect and was unaware of the depth of the mountains and the shallowness of the waters. It was necessary for him to avoid drawing too much attention to himself. However, he was someone who could not tolerate being bullied. When the man beside the rat spirit shouted and scolded him, his temper immediately flared up.
A cold voice sounded, yet it belonged to a dead-faced senior brother, who was surprisingly still waiting outside the attic. Fang Xing intended to hand over the wooden plaque, but he raised his hand and summoned an invisible force that pulled it over. The wooden plaque slipped from Fang Xing's hand and flew towards him. The dead-faced senior brother received the plaque and examined it, immediately revealing a hint of disdain on his face.
Ah, my pig senior brother, I have been waiting for you for a long time, why did it take you so long to arrive
Boldly, the Qiuyun Sect's Artifact Pavilion does not permit idle individuals to intrude
Hehe, there are wealthy people who are kind, let's rob them of two pieces another day
The two men faced each other, yet the stout man felt a bit awkward. Although they had already become brothers and shared drinks joyfully the day before, that had been under the influence of alcohol. Now, while he still wished to befriend Fang Xing, he found it somewhat difficult to lower his pride.
The large rat spirit took the wooden plaque, glanced around, and then coldly laughed, "So it turns out you are a newly admitted outer sect disciple. You are unaware of the rules, so I will let you off this time for trespassing into the Artifact Pavilion. However, do you think you can just come here empty-handed to claim an artifact?"
Suddenly, a loud shout startled Fang Xing. He saw three individuals emerge from beside the Artifact Pavilion. The leader, in his thirties, had two thin mustaches on his lips, was slender and small, and appeared even more rat-like than a rat spirit. His small green bean-like eyes sparkled with brilliance. Upon seeing Fang Xing, he understood why others said that small eyes could concentrate light; this fellow's light was indeed quite concentrated.
It is evident that this deceased individual also had the responsibility of leading the newly admitted disciples to the Qingmu Pavilion to collect various items. However, upon seeing that Fang Xing's cultivation aptitude was too poor, he lost interest and left without even pretending to care.
Junior brother, you must not act recklessly. Those disciples with Class A qualifications are not to be trifled with. If a dispute arises, even if it is clearly their provocation, the elders will certainly punish us. If you wish to earn some extra income, I can introduce you to a position at the Miscellaneous Affairs Office. You just need to work diligently, and you can earn a spirit stone every three months, which is double the amount...
Upon reaching this point, Fang Xing felt a slight sense of balance within himself, realizing that he was not the worst off after all
Haha, we are quite similar!
Fang Xing pretended to be foolish with a smirk, yet did not wish to give it away, after all, it is a piece of spiritual stone
On the small road ahead, a large pig head suddenly rushed over, and upon seeing Fang Xing from a distance, it came to a halt.
He took out a sword talisman to show Fang Xing: "Look, at that time I was just lacking in filial piety, and as a result, under their instigation, I obtained this sword talisman. It is said to be able to unleash the sword energy of a practitioner at the fourth level of true qi. At that time, I thought I had stumbled upon a treasure, filled with joy. Later, I found out that this sword talisman can only be used once. Aside from that experimental use, it has never been of any use again. I am in a dilemma, unable to throw it away or keep it, wanting to cry but having no tears. Now, I can only keep it by my side, purely as a memory..."
"It took me three months to obtain this piece of spiritual stone, why should I give it to you, you worthless thing?"
Fang Xing let out a loud shout, even louder than that of the man, startling the three individuals.
Two people, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, were chatting and walking towards the Qingmu Pavilion
There is a senior brother with a deadpan expression leading the way, but he has diarrhea and ran to the restroom. I can't wait any longer and am preparing to go by myself
Why is Junior Brother Fang alone? Is there not a senior brother to guide him?
Uh... Junior Brother Fang...
"Ding's qualifications? Hmph, here comes another useless person!"
The stout man, seeing Fang Xing turning the spiritual stone over and over in his hands, then spoke up
Haha, what about you?
Seeing Fang Xing so enthusiastic, the stout man immediately felt his grievances dissipate, and he approached with a beaming smile.
Fang Xing quietly assessed the three individuals and discerned their cultivation levels. The large rat spirit was at the third level of agility, while the other two were at the second level. He realized that these three were trying to intimidate him, and he couldn't help but smile inwardly. However, he maintained a respectful demeanor and said, "I am Fang Xing, a newly admitted outer sect disciple, here to collect my magical artifact in accordance with the sect rules. I have the waist token granted by Elder Gao as proof. Please take a look, esteemed senior brothers..."
Fang Xing smoothly flattered, cursing the dead face, then came over and hooked the neck of the plump Taoist and left
Fang Xing secretly criticized the Fat Daoist in his heart, but smiled and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for your guidance. Junior Brother understands now"
A man beside the rat spirit suddenly became furious, openly reprimanding and disregarding any semblance of face, directly demanding spirit stones
The stout man did not change his attitude towards Fang Xing simply because he was of D-grade aptitude. Firstly, he himself also possessed D-grade aptitude; there was no need to mention his elder brother, and his second brother was also included. Furthermore, it was from his own mouth that Fang Xing learned that among the more than one thousand outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect, a significant portion were of D-grade aptitude, while among the remaining disciples, a large number were of C-grade aptitude, and among those left, a considerable portion were of B-grade aptitude.
As the two were chatting, they had already arrived in front of the Artifact Pavilion. The plump man suddenly remembered something and said in a low voice: "Junior Brother Fang, when you get to the Artifact Pavilion, just obediently hand this spirit stone to the senior brother on duty, and then, under his guidance, take out an artifact..."
Oh, this is a cultivation resource. It is already quite good for a white-collar worker to receive one piece every three months. This reflects our low aptitude. Although we are all outer disciples, those with Class D aptitude can receive one piece every three months, those with Class C aptitude can receive one piece every two months, those with Class B aptitude can receive one piece every month, and those with Class A aptitude are exceptional, receiving two pieces every month. They are truly wealthy individuals
As the plump man and Fang Xing approached, a lean old Daoist walked over beside the wooden pavilion. The plump man hurriedly pulled Fang Xing to greet him, calling him Senior Brother Qiao. Fang Xing glanced at him and realized he could see through his cultivation level, which was only at the fourth level of Spiritual Movement. Although the old man's appearance and age seemed similar to that of the tall elder from earlier, their cultivation levels were vastly different.
Fang Xingqi was furious in his heart, cursing loudly, thinking to himself, what kind of character do these practitioners possess
Returning the wooden plaque, Fang Xing said impatiently: "You can go to Qingmu Pavilion by yourself, I have other matters to attend to, so I will not accompany you there"
Um, what does Senior Brother mean?
Ah... ahem, my surname is Yu, not Zhu... I sincerely apologize for keeping you waiting for so long, junior brother...
Fang Xing was taken aback and rolled his eyes, saying: "What kind of joke is this? Why should we give them spirit stones that are only worth one piece every three months?"
Only one piece every three months? This door is so stingy
Senior brother, I feel ashamed; my aptitude is merely at the Ding level