Several months later.
Qingyu Garden.
Fang Xing held sothing resembling a beast skin in his hand, studying it with effort.
This was the fundantal diagram of the ’at Tai Sui’s’ divine skills.
Although Fei Changnong ntioned that battle rits should not be privately traded, such things happened frequently in private, beyond anyone’s control!
Fang Xing was willing to pay several tis the normal rit points, naturally tempting many Dao Foundation cultivators.
After receiving the benefits of a bag full of talismanic money, Fei Changnong didn’t say much, acting as a guarantor to help Fang Xing complete this transaction.
’Although after this trade, all my rit points were cleared out, and even most of the talismanic money was gone, it was still very worthwhile...’
Fang Xing looked at the pitch-black beast skin before him.
"This beast skin has an unusual texture... not from an ordinary Demon Beast, it might even compare to a Yang God True Monarch..."
And on the pitch-black beast skin, there were many different patterns.
These patterns were incredibly complex, constantly extending and transforming... vaguely forming a Lingzhi shape.
"at Tai Sui..."
Fang Xing’s gaze was srizing, seemingly imrsed instantly.
"Regardless of this divine skill’s origins, comprehending it is extrely difficult..."
"But for , it’s quite simple... within a few years, I will definitely make a breakthrough and condense this fake divine skill of ’at Tai Sui’."
"By that ti, I will certainly break through the latter stages of the Dao Foundation; practicing the ’Blood and Flesh Derivation’ divine skill in the future will be a piece of cake..."
Fang Xing carefully contemplated: "This divine skill, ’at Tai Sui’, is of the defense and recovery type..."
As he continued to comprehend, the shadow of a tree swayed over him, accompanied by a faint fragrance...
...
Several months later.
Poison Dragon Slope.
Fang Xing specifically took a leave and ca to Poison Dragon Slope.
In the bamboo sea.
Several Three Saints Oaks stood proudly, each requiring several people to enclose them with their arms, exuding an aura of ancient tis.
"Spirit Plant—Three Saints Oak! The most suitable for transformation into a tree-man..."
Fang Xing stroked the oak tree bark, nodding slightly.
Under his [Plant Growth] talent and the collaboration of the ’Abundant Verdancy’ fake divine skill, the few planted ’Three Saints Oaks’ had finally reached the stature of ten thousand years!
Pop! Pop!
He collected each acorn, this ten-thousand-year-old acorn contained pure life force and could be refined into superior healing dicine or directly consud to enhance the cultivation of wood attribute cultivation thod cultivators.
"Ten thousand years old Three Saints Oak... if transford into a tree-man, it would probably have the combat power of a Yin God, right?"
Fang Xing murmured, quietly estimating with druid perception.
"To transform a ’ten thousand-year-old tree-man’, first of all, my druid level must be above 15 levels, then lose a large amount of experience..."
"If the experience is insufficient, will life force or lifespan be used instead?"
"It can be kept as a trump card, but usually it’s better to use papern."
The ten-thousand-year-old tree-man’s giant form, its slow movent... these are all challenging weaknesses to overco.
In comparison, papern are more convenient to carry and even use quite differently.
The [Transform Tree-man] talent is part of the druid, a phenonon unseen in this world, easily attracting the attention of so higher existences.
Therefore, when confronting an enemy, it’s best to leave no witnesses.
Whereas papern are a common magic in the Outer World, more suitable as conventional ans.
’If another ’spiritual fantasy paper house cave’ is refined, not only will it be incredibly convenient to move, but with a wave, a paper general army can be summoned at my side...’
’The sa principle applies when using the Enlightennt Technique to transform Demon Beasts...’
Rustle!
The shadows of bamboo lay down, a massive black shadow erged, revealing that black serpent!
Or rather, the Dao Foundation Demon Beast—Poison Horn Python!
This Poison Horn Python’s whole body was covered in scales as black as ink jade, its body exceeding ten zhang, and an aloof single horn adorned its forehead, with strange patterns.
To enlighten it to break through the Dao Foundation, Fang Xing didn’t spend precious druid experience but rather expended nearly ten years of lifespan.
’The cost of enlightening Demon Beast spirits is higher than ordinary papern...’
’The key is that even if my Beast Taming Skill is strong, nurturing Demonic Beasts to consecutively break through bottlenecks is still sowhat conspicuous...’
’As for the papern, that doesn’t matter, I’ve shortened my lifespan...’
Fang Xing touched the Poison Horn Python’s pitch-black poison horn, feeling the toxin accumulation within.
If it weren’t for his own enhanced [Toxin Immunity] talent, just touching this poison horn could have poisoned him.
’Its combat power is decent... but if I want to elevate it to the latter stages of the Dao Foundation, it would require more than thirty years of lifespan.’
’If I want it to transform into a flood dragon, it would take a few hundred years at the least...’
After all, the Poison Horn Python, being a living blood and flesh being, can cultivate on its own and possesses its own will.
Breaking through requires far greater costs than papern.
"With six major paper generals and a small ginseng spirit equivalent to the Dao Foundation Middle Realm... usually, this Dao Foundation Initial Realm Poison Horn Python should suffice."
Fang Xing looked at the vast bamboo sea of ten thousand acres, thinking to himself, "But it’s still necessary to add insurance."
Although he had also planted a ten thousand-acre Evergreen Forest in Qingyu Garden, this bamboo sea had longer years, providing more experience.
After reaching the 15th druid level, the required experience value grew enormous, none could be given up.
Thinking so, Fang Xing ca to the most ancient ten-thousand-year-old Three Saints Oak.
With a thought, a green light fell on the Three Saints Oak.
—Transform Tree-man!
—Enlightennt Technique!
The little druid experience on Fang Xing’s body quickly ran out, and then it was his lifespan!
Ten years, twenty years, thirty years!
Fifty years, one hundred years, three hundred years!
After exhausting three hundred years of lifespan, the ancient Three Saints Oak trembled, and its roots rose from the ground.
Rumble!
It stood up, transforming into a tree-man as tall as the heavens and earth. Six branches erged from its tree body, growing into a strange head. On its left and right sides grew a face each, revealing a peculiar tree-man with three faces and six arms.
Its eyes looked down and saw Fang Xing. A voice old yet gentle resounded, "Salutations, child of nature!"
"Hmm, your na shall be ’Three Heads’!"
Fang Xing said, "Your sole mission is to protect this bamboo sea."
Although the tree-man moved simply, it was an expert at positional warfare and defense.
Fang Xing sensed slightly and knew this Three Heads tree-man had the talent of a [Natural Barrier], equivalent to a large array, capable of encompassing the entire bamboo forest within its protection range.
And its power was absolutely at the level of a Yin God True Person, with absolutely no issue in defense.
Combined with the agile and mobile six Paper Generals, it was infallible.
"Be mindful of hiding yourself usually."
Fang Xing instructed a few words, and the Three Heads tree-man imdiately sat down, reverting to its form as a millennia-old Three Saints Oak.
’Such an existence, in this world, would probably be called a millennia tree demon?’
’Its ability to hide is astonishing; before revealing its form, even a Yin God True Person may not be able to tell its difference from an ordinary oak...’
Fang Xing nodded, quite satisfied with this.
"I only have 2700 years of lifespan left; it truly isn’t much..."
He shook his head, preparing to leave when he saw a flash of erald green light.
The little ginseng spirit, Little Qing, was lying on the roots of the Three Saints Oak, snoring peacefully, looking utterly comfortable.
"What a clever little thing."
"In the entire Poison Dragon Slope, there’s no place safer or richer in plant essence and Qi than under this tree..."
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Fang Xing smiled slightly.
Given ti, perhaps this place would be transford into a ’Forest Sanctuary,’ a Druid’s Holy Land.
By then, even a Yang God True Monarch would find it difficult to intrude!
Of course, the investnt required would be significant.
...
Fang Xing walked out of the bamboo forest to find Lv Feng waiting outside.
Compared to his previous high spirits, the head of the Lv family looked much older now, with frosty temples and a hunched back.
"Uncle Fang..."
Lv Feng coughed, his cultivation having regressed.
"Weren’t you on the battlefield?"
Fang Xing was sowhat surprised.
"A few days ago, I suffered a severe injury, allowing to return to the family to recuperate..."
Lv Feng smiled bitterly, "I damaged my foundation, and it’s likely I won’t be able to return to the Post Realm of Qi Sensing, just like Uncle Tie Luo."
"The magic of the Blood Shadow Sect is indeed sinister."
Fang Xing remarked, handing over a healing berry.
Lv Feng accepted it with a face full of bitterness, knowing he had lost face with Uncle Fang.
He knew the effect of the healing berry; it could only slightly replenish primordial Qi and could not heal a foundational injury.
Fang Xing, of course, knew as well; it was more a gesture than anything else.
For soone who once had designs on the ten-thousand-acre bamboo forest, not acting against him was already being good-tempered; how could he possibly be treated?
’Even using ’Natural Healing,’ it’s difficult to treat a foundational injury... unless acquiring the talent for ’Advanced Natural Healing’...’
The Druid’s healing abilities were good. Healing berries corresponded to ’healing minor wounds,’ ’Natural Healing’ could heal moderate wounds.
And ’Advanced Natural Healing’ could treat severe injuries—be it severed limbs, deafness, or blindness, or foundational losses, all could be restored.
However, Fang Xing hadn’t acquired this talent yet.
Even if he did, he wouldn’t treat Lv Feng.
"Where is Hu Liuniang’s grave? Together with Tie Luo?"
Fang Xing spoke, "I still need to pay my respects."
"Please, Uncle Fang."
Lv Feng led the way with a bitter face.
Though the Lv family was now dominant at East Peak, back then, the friendship of the Five Clouds was significant, and the graves of Iron Scatter, Song Yunqian, and Hu Liuniang lay beside Old Lv’s head.
There was even a cenotaph for Lin Xu.
And before these graves stood a solitary figure.
"Who are you?"
Lv Feng, seeing a stranger standing before his ancestors’ graves in mourning, couldn’t help but ask.
"Wait... Are you... Lin Xu?"
Fang Xing, however, was surprised to speak up.
That figure, although pale-faced, indeed resembled the forr Lin Xu.
"What? Uncle Lin?"
Lv Feng sensed for a mont, greatly astonished, "He’s forged a Dao Foundation?"
Lin Xu turned, a stiff smile tugging at his lips and suddenly transford into a grey-white Tunneling Light, soaring into the sky.
"Daoist Lin, please slow down..."
Fang Xing, surrounded by swaying tree shadows, directly pursued.
Inwardly, he mused with amusent: ’This person may look like Lin Xu but is rely his corpse... The real Lin Xu has long been dead, and his body has been refined by the Corpse Chasing Sect with a secret technique. Could it be he’s broken through to the Dao Foundation this way?’
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