Cultivating Immortality in Two Realms

Chapter 192 The Secret of the Beak Fire

a few days later.

A group of people carried a stretcher to Qingli Mountain.

"Meng Qing, steward of the Four Directions Chamber of Commerce, requests an audience with the Lord of Qingli Mountain..."

The first cultivator, a late-stage Qi Conversion cultivator, spoke in a loud voice.

"So it was Meng Dao..."

Fang Yixin, leaning on his cane, came out to greet them. Upon seeing the person on the stretcher, he suddenly paused, "Grandson?"

In an instant, Meng Qing sensed a murderous aura, and a chill ran through him: "I've heard that this old man from the Fang family survived countless battles back then, he's truly extraordinary... His old tiger-like might still lingers."

"His meridians are severed, and his dantian and qi sea are damaged... He's now a cripple..."

Fang Wujiu, who followed him out, examined him and found that Fang Shanglin's fractures in his limbs were minor injuries, but the real problem was his dantian and qi sea!

"What... what exactly is going on?"

He was ultimately more composed and looked at Meng Qing.

"To be honest, your son went to Yuyifang that day and got into a dispute with the Zeng family... It was originally a minor matter, and we could have just let it go by giving each other a fair share of the blame."

Meng Qing couldn't help but admire him at this point: "However, your young master shouted loudly, accusing the Zeng family of cheating people out of their money... You must know how prestigious the Zeng family is! How could they tolerate such slander from petty people? Immediately, a Zeng family cultivator stepped in to punish him, and that's how your young master ended up like this... It's just that my master is kind-hearted and can't bear to see others die violently before his eyes. Also, considering his friendship with the Fang family, he ordered us to send him back..."

"Linren..."

When Yue Mingxue saw this scene, she also burst into tears.

No matter how angry she was at her son's incompetence, seeing him truly become useless still filled her with sorrow and resentment.

"I see... I apologize for my rudeness. Please come inside and have some tea..."

Fang Yixin clasped his hands in a salute.

"No need to be so polite. Nobles must be very busy these days. I'll accompany you to pay a visit another day..."

Meng Qing smiled politely and left with his men, his last words carrying a subtle hint of warning.

"Father……"

Fang Wujiu's expression changed several times: "Shang Lin borrowed 20,000 catties of spirit rice from the Sifang Chamber of Commerce..."

"I know."

Fang Yixin waved his hand: "We'll just deal with whatever comes our way... At worst, we can go back to being tenant farmers."

Fang Wujiu was speechless. Then, seeing several servants and tenants approaching, he shouted, "This is none of your business. Go back first..." The Fang family had been very wealthy for a period of time after cultivating the spiritual fields, so they naturally bought servants and became landlords.

Having grown accustomed to good times, do you still want to go back to the old days?

How could that be?

time flies.

One month later.

A beam of dark light fell upon Qingli Mountain; it was Xu Hei!

Several cultivators from the Four Directions Merchant Guild followed behind him, Meng Qing was among them.

"Brother Fang...sigh..."

Xu Hei sighed deeply, seemingly forced to make this trip.

In my mind, I'm still complaining:

"The Zeng family truly lives up to their reputation as cultivators of the [Beak Fire], they're incredibly stubborn... Even if you, young master, don't mind, once Fang Wuchen returns, I reckon the Zeng family will be forced to wander again sooner or later... just like the precarious state of the [Beak Fire]!"

The fact that there were still survivors among those in the [Stomach Earth] Bureau was at least intelligence at the Purple Mansion level; how could a lower-level cultivator possibly know that? Seeing that they hadn't returned for many years, they could only assume they were dead…

The group entered the living room, and Fang Yixin ordered someone to serve tea. Seeing Xu Hei pick up a cup and drink it, Fang Yixin thought to himself, "These people are up to no good..."

"Senior Xu, have you come today because of my unfilial son's loan?"

Fang Yixin spoke first.

"good……"

Xu Hei put down his teacup: "Your grandson, using the seal of the Qingli Mountain family head as proof, borrowed 20,000 catties of top-quality spirit rice from this business... According to the rules, nine out of ten are returned, so it's best to return it as soon as possible. If you delay any longer, I'm afraid even Qingli Mountain won't be enough to cover the losses... What do you think, brother?" "That's right!"

Fang Yixin closed his eyes: "The debt is currently 26,000 jin. My Fang family still has 20,000 jin of spirit rice in our inventory, and another 6,000 jin of spirit rice... I will repay it with magic tools, pills, and spiritual items. I beg you, senior, to show mercy..."

"Can."

Xu Hei was very pleased and took out another spiritual contract: "And this Master Fayuan's ten thousand catties... Now, a month has passed, and it has become thirteen thousand catties."

"Damn it!"

Fang Wujiu almost fainted. If it were only a debt of six thousand jin, the Fang family could grit their teeth and get through it.

But what about another 13,000 jin?

Then the only option is... to sell the land!

Fang Yixin let out a long sigh: "Since that's the case, then..."

"Then let's use that mulberry and jujube tree as compensation."

A woman walked into the hall; it was Yue Mingxue!

She bowed to her father-in-law and Xu Hei and said, "It's all because of that wretched child of mine, so my family will take care of it... That jujube tree was also my family's back then, so I'm sure my words still carry weight."

"Natural number..."

Fang Yixin closed her eyes.

"Alright, one Qi-cultivating spiritual root is worth 10,000 jin, and there are still 9,000 jin left... Let's say you get 1,000 jin per mu of spiritual land, so I'll take 9 mu of spiritual land from you, how about that?" Xu Hei laughed.

He came here today to force the Fang family to sell the land.

Spirit fields differ from ordinary fields, involving changes in earth energy and spiritual energy. The Fang family has cultivated less than twenty mu of land in all these years on Qingli Mountain. Three mu of that land belongs to the second branch of the family.

"Can!"

Fang Yixin gritted his teeth: "I have drafted a spirit contract, and I would appreciate it if you could send it to Master Fayuan's temple for easier processing... However, these few acres of spirit fields are all cultivated by tenant farmers, who are all honest and law-abiding cultivators. I would appreciate it if you could take care of them..."

"Can."

Xu Hei laughed, "Your Fang family is skilled in farming. I'd actually be quite interested in hiring your family as spiritual farmers..."

Fang Wujiu forced a smile, watching his elderly father, who was already quite old, still have to bow and scrape. His hands unconsciously clenched, his nails digging into his flesh. "Alright, I'll go open the granary now."

Fang Yixin pulled out a small array flag and shouted, "Bring that little beast out... I want him to witness firsthand the release of spirit rice from the warehouse and the delivery of spirit fields!"

Wusheng Temple.

After his daily physical training, Fang Qing would discuss the Dao with the Void Sparrow Tara.

This former Green Toad Demon General, after becoming Tara, not only became much more dignified, but also had a circle of five-colored divine light behind him, making people dare not offend him in the slightest.

"[Zui Huo]... So, your ancestors actually held this position? I am truly sorry."

Fang Qing was somewhat surprised.

"The phoenix breeds five chicks; those first five were all extraordinary figures..."

The ethereal Tara replied somewhat languidly, "The phoenix, bearing the [Winged Fire], gave birth to five sons... The Azure Luan, possessing its purity, resided in the fire position. Later, upon hearing that the one on [Beak Fire] had perished, it ascended there..."

"From this perspective, the era in which the Phoenix attained enlightenment should be in the early ancient times..."

Fang Qing started his usual archaeological dig: "By the way, Green Clam, where are your ancestors now?"

"Of course I perished... otherwise, how could I have fallen to such a state?"

The green clam sighed: "【Zui Huo】is also known as "Yu Deng Huo", which means to be adrift... It is really not a good omen. Several True Lords have already fallen from its throne."

"If that's the case, why did the progenitor Qingluan want to prove the [Beak Fire] back then?" Fang Qing wondered.

"Naturally, other positions in the Fire and Metal elements were occupied by others... or there were unspeakable difficulties. In short, the Azure Phoenix Ancestor passed away not long after attaining enlightenment, seemingly around the same time as the 'Kitchen God'..."

Kongque Tara clasped her hands together, recited a passage of scripture, and then said, "Perhaps because several Golden Core True Monarchs perished on the [Zui Huo] Golden Position, it has been shrouded in some kind of ominous influence ever since… Most of those who cultivate [Zui Huo] in later generations have met with unfortunate ends, perhaps it is their destiny. Now, there are no longer any major forces or famous Purple Mansion Immortal Clans that cultivate [Zui Huo]… Only some Foundation Establishment and Qi Cultivation forces, ignorant and fearless, still pass down [Zui Huo] as a family tradition…"

Upon seeing this, Fang Qing's heart stirred; "According to the Tai Su Golden Book, there are several ways to prove a Golden Position, which means that there is more than one True Lord who can prove it... Even if that Phoenix occupies the main position, surely there can be a successor position, a subordinate position, a guest position, or even a vacant position?"

"Why monopolize it, even at the cost of watching the Azure Phoenix perish? Is there some other reason behind this?"

Unfortunately, even a clam would hardly know such a thing.

"After some time, the Dharma King will order me and the White Tara to go out and handle an important matter... This Wusheng Temple will then need your management."

Fang Qing spoke up.

"I will obey the Dharma King's command..."

The serene Tara answered.

Even though the man in front of me had been away for decades, he was still highly favored by the Dharma King after his return and was the head of the Five Masters.

Although the green clam was somewhat puzzled, it had no choice but to obey, considering its status as a Tara.

Moreover, she had already built the "Little Empty Sparrow Temple" to settle the demons who followed her, allowing them to make a living in this chaotic world; she had no other desires. Fang Qing certainly wouldn't do anything for the White Bone Dharma King; he would only handle his own private affairs.

"While things are still relatively peaceful now, it's a good time to start the previous plan..."

Just then, a thought struck him, and through the Dao-Born Pearl, he saw cartloads of spirit rice being unloaded from the Fang family's warehouse, forming a convoy, and being transported to the Four Directions Chamber of Commerce.

Fang Shanglin looked truly miserable, yet he was forced to face these scenes head-on, his face ashen.

"This guy's done for..."

"The damage to the dantian and dantian of a cultivator requires at least a Dao Foundation spiritual object to repair... or the intervention of a supernatural being... If one were to consume my 'Sweet Dew Spring Water,' it would take at least several years of continuous consumption for any hope of improvement."

"Who would pay such a high price for him? Unless the Taihuang Heaven opens and Fang Wuchen emerges..."

Fang Qing was deeply moved by this scene.

"Even a large family can't produce wise patriarchs every generation... If they encounter someone like Fang Shanglin, generations of accumulated wealth will be wasted..."

"This is like the ancient feudal empires, hoping that each generation of emperors would be as wise and powerful as the founding monarch... It's all a joke."

"Even though I've been secretly watching over the Fang family, they've still fallen to this state..."

"If it were any other independent cultivation family, the slightest disturbance would have led to their destruction and death..."

"Especially if Wusheng Temple makes even the slightest move, Xituo County and the surrounding Dao Foundation forces will all tremble. A speck of dust from a superior cultivator falling on a lower cultivator is like a mountain..."