Stealthily cultivating in the chaotic world of demons and martial artists

"Divine Intent Diagram?!"

Lu She roared in anger, "How dare you covet the secret teachings of my Red Snake Martial Arts School?"

His leg muscles bulged and his skin took on an unnatural crimson, as if he were about to start fighting at a moment's notice.

"Yet, just a mere Divine Intent Diagram, how many of your school's inner disciples have already seen it? So what? How many have undergone the Three Transformations of Qi and Blood, and how many have succeeded in training their strength?"

Mu Canglong slowly shook his head.

To a martial arts school, as long as the price is right, their martial arts can be sold.

In his view, Lu She's attitude was nothing more than a ploy to drive up his own worth.

"Master Lu."

Just then, Fang Xi spoke up, "I only need to observe the Divine Intent Diagram for half a day. To show my sincerity, I am willing to offer a thousand taels of silver!"

Lu She: "..."

At that moment, the owner of the Red Snake Hall seemed to finally understand why She Lei was so eager to lay hands on his own martial school's apprentices.

This Mr. Fang, he really is the fat sheep that the rumors claimed!

Eventually, Lu She spoke up, his voice hoarse: "Deal!"

It wasn't that he didn't want to haggle; it was just that the other party offered too much.

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"Red Snake Leg Divine Intent Diagram!"

In a quiet room,

Fang Xi looked at the beast skin in his hand and furrowed his brows.

On the beast skin, there were only chaotic lines, resembling an ink-splattered landscape painting, with just a few strokes yet bizarrely lifelike, portraying the scenery amidst the mountains and forests.

Within the depicted mountains and forests, on the grassy ground, there were twisted lines reminiscent of snake shadows that threaded through the scene, making one's scalp tingle.

"According to the rumors, one must reach the stage of the Three Transformations of Qi and Blood with the Snake Walking Eight Methods to observe the Divine Intent Diagram. It indeed has some tricks to it."

Fang Xi slightly nodded, revealing a contemplative expression.

This Divine Intent Diagram was peculiar, and no ordinary artist could grasp its essence simply by copying.

Only the true core disciples of the Red Snake Martial Arts School, practicing day and night, might possibly train the True Power!

"However, this is just for ordinary artists."

The next moment, Fang Xi flipped his palm over to reveal a blank jade slip.

He pressed the jade slip to his forehead, his Spirit Sense reaching out, etching the Red Snake Divine Intent Diagram bit by bit upon it.

This was a method used by Immortal Cultivators to record secret techniques!

Whether it be any kind of ancient books or charts... it could ensure an effect 'like an exact duplicate,' without losing the original charm or spirit!

'Since this Red Snake Divine Intent Diagram was originally drawn by someone, it means it can be reproduced. Ordinary people cannot imitate it due to insufficient strength and realm... I'm taking advantage by using the Spirit Sense of an Immortal Cultivator to make a copy...'

After a short while, Fang Xi looked at the Divine Intent Diagram in his jade slip and remarked,

If he were only in this Da Liang World, probably only a martial teacher who has practiced the Red Snake Leg to an extremely high realm could attempt to depict this Divine Intent Diagram.

And now, he had easily completed it.

'Lu She agreed because he believed I wouldn't be able to copy and memorize it in such a short amount of time, right?'

'Now, he has really miscalculated.'

Thinking this, Fang Xi felt quite satisfied, returned the Divine Intent Diagram, let Lu She inspect it, and even presented a thank-you gift.

Lu She flipped the Divine Intent Diagram back and forth, confirming it to be his own genuine item, then bowed with a fist clasped: "The mountains are high and the roads are long; may we meet again in the future!"

"May we meet again!"

Fang Xi knew that this man would surely remember their grudge, but he didn't care in the slightest.

After all, the true legacy of the Red Snake Leg was now in his hands, and there was no need for him to seek help from this individual in the future.

It must be said, after coming to Da Liang, Fang Xi's concerns have truly lessened quite a lot.

...

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed by.

In the Southern Wilderness Cultivation Realm,

Fang Xi looked at the snow outside that had begun to melt and extended his hand under the eaves to catch a drop of snow water: "Winter goes and spring comes; boiling tea with snow water is also one of life's great pleasures."

Half a month had passed since the last incident. He had officially given up on the Red Snake Martial Arts School and entered the White Cloud Martial Arts School, receiving daily training from Mu Piaomiao. He had also begun to learn the rudiments of the White Cloud Palm.

In the Southern Wilderness, the frenzy of Purple Dark Mountain had not yet fully subsided, and the prices of various talismans and magical tools had soared.

Speaking of which, Fang Xi had made a small profit from purchasing talismans last time—they're even more expensive now.

"No, without selling them, it can't really be considered a gain, and I don't plan to sell..."

Fang Xi sighed and proceeded to the market square.

Contrary to his expectations, there were many more people here than half a month ago; the number of cultivators had vastly increased, crowding every stall.

And the prices of items like talismans and magical tools, which could instantly enhance one's combat abilities, began to plummet.

Conversely, many more stalls selling materials from the Purple Dark Mountain Secret Realm had popped up. Fang Xi took one look and the corner of his mouth twitched.

That thing claimed to be a fragment of a magical treasure from the secret realm, wasn't that the same piece sold by Old Man Huang in the market square before, known to exclusively scam novices?

Beyond that, there were a multitude of fake goods that were almost indistinguishable from the real deal, as if overnight, every stall owner had become winners from the secret realm.

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Clearly, ninety-nine percent of these items are fakes!

Even if they were genuine, Fang Xi couldn't afford them.

Therefore, he was in a good frame of mind, just looking around and then mingling with the crowd to gather information.

"Damn it!"

"The Secret Realm of Purple Dark Mountain is a heavenly opportunity, why should the Situ Family and Red Leaf Valley prevent us Individual Cultivators from entering?"

Many Cultivators were righteous with indignation, and Fang Xi understood why.

It turned out that it was the Situ Family's doing. Not only that, but they had also joined forces with a nearby Foundation Establishment power—Red Leaf Valley, sealing off Purple Dark Mountain, leaving these Individual Cultivators with no choice but to return empty-handed.

It is said that they even deployed Foundation Establishment Cultivators, rendering those at the Qi Refining stage only able to sigh in despair.

"Looking at it this way, Old Mai should also be back by now, right? Spring harvest is coming soon..."

As Fang Xi sighed, he continued browsing the stalls.

Seizing this opportunity, he might be able to fulfill his long-standing wish and acquire a low-grade magic weapon at a bargain!

He checked out each stall one by one. Currently, many of the magic weapons at the stalls were damaged, some even stained with blood, clearly acquired through dubious means or having gone through brutal fights.

And yet... the prices were still too high for him.

Fang Xi was not upset, casually browsing past them.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of a stall, staring at a flying sword-type magic weapon placed there, lost in thought.

This magic weapon was only a first-grade low-quality one, shaped like Green Grain, thirteen inches long, with several notches on its surface, the damage was quite severe.

Most importantly, Fang Xi recognized this flying sword!

It was the very sword Old Mai treasured!

Seeing this item here, the fate of Old Mai was now all too clear without asking.

Fang Xi sighed inwardly, looking at the stall owner—a tall man in black clothes with his face covered by a veil, carrying an air of Evil Qi.

'Old Mai might have died at this man's hand.'

While Fang Xi was reflecting, the tall man in black seemed to notice something and looked at Fang Xi, "Kid... have you taken a fancy to something of mine?"

His voice was low and carried a dangerous tone.

"Indeed, may I know how much this low-quality flying sword is priced at?" Fang Xi cautiously inquired.

"A regular low-quality magic weapon sells for five to ten Spirit Stones, but I'll give you this flying sword for a little less, four Spirit Stones," the man in black replied.

"Don't make fun of me, Sir," Fang Xi's face showed urgency. "This magic weapon is nearly broken and besides, with the current price drop of magic weapons, four Spirit Stones are indeed too high..."

"Then how much will you offer?" Evidently, the man in black had initially thrown out a random high price to fleece a naive buyer, but hearing Fang Xi's words, he changed his tune immediately.

If he really priced it at four Spirit Stones, this magic weapon would probably never sell.

"One Spirit Stone!"

Fang Xi thought for a moment, then raised one finger.

"Are you making fun of me?" the man in black grew visibly unhappy. "No less than three Spirit Stones!"

"Look at this magic weapon, its array patterns are cracked, perhaps it's not even running Magic Power smoothly, and there are notches on the blade. It might break upon clashing with another sword..." Being in the marketplace, Fang Xi grew bolder and dared to haggle.

After some back-and-forth bargaining, they finally settled on two Spirit Stones plus three Spirit Crystals.

Fang Xi's face was full of pain as he meticulously searched his entire body to find all sorts of small Spirit Crystals, finally gathering the price to purchase the 'Green Barley Sword'.

In fact, this purchase had indeed exhausted all of his savings, and for the next period of time, he wouldn't even be able to afford Spirit Rice, having to eat ordinary rice instead.

But Fang Xi was willing, and he felt it was worth it.

If it hadn't been for the current market chaos and the dramatic drop in magic weapon prices, it wouldn't have been such an easy task for him to acquire a low-grade magic weapon.

...

The slum area.

Back in his room, Fang Xi closed the door and took out the Green Barley Sword.

He looked at the flying sword with a face that alternated between light and shade. The cold light from the blade reflected onto his face, bringing a different sensation.

After a long time, Fang Xi put down the flying sword, "Who would have thought... that my life's first magic weapon would come from Old Mai."

Remembering how Old Mai once drew the flying sword, ready to fight to the death, Fang Xi couldn't help but ruefully remind himself not to end up like Old Mai!

He had a cheater, and in the future, he had to leave some leeway in dealing with others and absolutely could not risk his life for petty gains!

"Luckily, the Situ Family and Red Leaf Valley joined forces to quell the unrest."

Fang Xi put away the Green Barley Sword, planning to go to Da Liang World tomorrow to learn how to handle magic weapons properly.

At the same time, he felt a bit relieved.

The previous chaos and restless hearts at the market had really displeased Fang Xi.

If the unrest had continued, he had already planned to leave the market for a while to avoid misfortune.

"Even now, it's not particularly safe," Fang Xi looked around warily, making a decision in his heart!

He needed to dig a hole, a cellar, and preferably prepare an escape route as well!

This was a big project, but it could be done slowly.

Moreover, in the future, when traveling between two worlds, the cellar could be the place to do it!

It would be another layer of concealment.

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