Qingcang Immortal Clan: Starting with Farming to Increase Luck

Ha, it's rare to see this kid so clear-headed!

Lu Yang nodded with a smile. He naturally knew that refining artifacts was difficult. If it were that easy, magical artifacts in the cultivation world wouldn't be so expensive.

Actually, not only Lu Yang knew, but the other clansmen also knew. But what if they did?

Everyone harbors a sense of wishful thinking, wondering what if they could actually succeed?

This "what if" scenario is the most dangerous.

"hateful!"

Fang Zicong shouted, his face flushed, and unleashed a barrage of more talismans and magical power at Lu Xuanshan.

Lu Xuanshan remained unhurried, simply activating the golden bell, his robes fluttering in the wind, and then calmly unfolding a high-grade magic shield to shield himself.

Alright, it's another top-grade magic artifact!

Fang Zicong was grinding his teeth to powder, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Lu Xuanshan's clothes.

How can we fight like this!

Isn't this bullying?

boom!

With the secret technique activated, Fang Zicong was no longer willing to waste spiritual energy. At this point, talking about anything else was futile. The only right thing to do was to activate the secret technique, boost his strength, quickly break through Lu Xuanshan's defenses, and kill him.

With the activation of the secret technique, Fang Zicong's strength rapidly rose to the late stage of Qi Refining.

Without any delay, as his strength increased, Fang Zicong charged towards Lu Xuanshan again. Lu Xuanshan didn't care much at first, until Fang Zicong took out a pair of steel needles from his storage bag.

Good guy!

Top-grade magical artifact!

Lu Xuanshan's expression turned serious. He casually reached into his storage bag, pulled out a handful of beads, and threw them directly at Fang Zicong.

Danger!

Fang Zicong, who was attacking Lu Xuanshan, suddenly felt a sense of crisis. However, looking at the three crimson beads in front of him, he was not sure what they were.

Until, boom!

When the three beads approached Fang Zicong, they suddenly exploded.

The roar resounded throughout the entire training ground. In front of the council hall, Fang Chuhong felt the overwhelming power and could no longer remain calm, so he stood up abruptly.

"Fire Poison Beads! Shameless!"

Lu Changfeng locked his aura onto Fang Chuhong, "Brother Fang, what is the meaning of this? You've been offering secret techniques and top-grade magic weapons, and I haven't even said anything yet, and you're already shamelessly showing your true colors?"

Fang Chuhong stopped himself from rushing onto the martial arts stage, looked at Lu Changfeng, and said through gritted teeth, "Lu Changfeng, that is my direct descendant."

Lu Changfeng raised his eyes. "Don't worry, Xuanshan knows what he's doing."

As the smoke cleared, two figures appeared on the training ground. Lu Xuanshan was still standing there calmly. At this moment, some people noticed that he seemed to have not moved his position at all from beginning to end, maintaining an unyielding stance.

On the other side, Fang Zicong was leaning on his magic sword on the martial arts stage, his face charred black, and his high-grade magic robe was so tattered that it was unusable.

His aura had weakened to the extreme.

"The fire poison is consuming your body. You must now circulate your cultivation technique to expel the fire poison in order to have any chance of survival."

Lu Xuanshan spoke slowly. Indeed, Lu Xuanshan knew his limits. The Fire Poison Pearl was powerful, but for Fang Zicong, who had already raised his strength to the late stage of the Refinement Realm, it could still leave him a chance to live.

But the price was that Fang Zicong gave up martial arts practice and began to focus entirely on eliminating the fire poison.

"Hey, Zicong, come on up."

Fang Chuhong looked down at Fang Zicong with a face full of reluctance. If it weren't for the sake of the clan, why would he push such a promising junior of the clan onto the martial arts stage?

They were even forced to practice a secret technique that would damage their own foundation. But this was the Fang family's only chance. If they couldn't take advantage of the opportunity at the Moonlit Lake platform to reclaim the three counties, then the Fang family would only face a slow death.

However, at this point in the martial arts competition, it's no longer possible for Fang Zicong to win.

The Fang family has its own plans, but the Lu family has its own powerful influence. Heaven doesn't help the Fang family, letting so many outstanding talents fall into the Lu family's hands. Heaven is unfair!

But things have come to this point, and knowing defeat is inevitable, why sacrifice Fang Zicong's life, who is, after all, his own flesh and blood?

On the martial arts stage, Fang Zicong calmed down, letting the fire poison devour his body. He turned to look at Fang Chuhong with a bitter smile on his face.

"Ancestor, Zicong is unfilial and has failed to share the burden of the family. He has no face to return to face the elders of the Fang family. Today, I will use this crippled body to continue the flame of my Fang family."

After saying that, Fang Zicong gathered all his spiritual energy, and the sword flashed with mysterious light. The next moment, the giant sword slashed down in front of Lu Xuanshan.

boom!

The giant sword collided with the high-grade shield in front of Lu Xuanshan, creating a deafening roar.

clack clack...

The solid, high-grade shield began to crumble inch by inch under this single blow.

Only now did Lu Xuanshan's expression truly turn serious. A cultivator who is determined to die, no matter how weak, is still worthy of your fear.

Moreover, Fang Zicong was not weak to begin with.

click!

The superior-grade magic shield shattered completely, and the giant sword continued to strike Lu Xuanshan's golden bell, its dazzling golden light beginning to be worn away layer by layer.

People below the stage and in front of the council hall instinctively stood up.

boom!

The golden bell shattered at that moment, but at the same time, the superior-grade greatsword in Fang Zicong's hand could not withstand it either, and it collapsed along with the golden bell.

Fang Zicong's secret technique time was eventually exhausted by Lu Xuanshan's two layers of defense.

"Is it ultimately not enough?"

Fang Zicong looked at Lu Xuanshan's high-grade robe. Two of the three layers of defense had been broken, but in the end, he still couldn't even touch the hem of Lu Xuanshan's robe.

"Hahaha……"

Fang Zicong suddenly burst into laughter, his body writhing in fiery poison, instantly turning him into a human torch, causing Lu Xuanshan's expression to change.

These weapon refiners knew all too well the pain of being devoured by fire poison.

boom!

As the fire poison spread, Fang Zicong's body finally could not withstand it any longer and collapsed with a crash.

The raging fire directly engulfed Lu Xuanshan, causing his superior-grade robe to flutter in the flames and eventually turn crimson, losing its luster.

At this moment, the entire arena fell silent. Even opponents and rivals were unwilling to speak ill of such an adversary.

In dire straits, one must fight with all one's might to uphold the prestige of the Lu family—this is what the Lu Family Academy teaches.

"Zicong!"

In front of the council hall, Fang Chuhong's face was full of sorrow. Lu Changfeng looked at the two streaks of bloody tears in the corners of Fang Chuhong's eyes and couldn't help but sigh.

This hatred deepened, and soon, an overwhelming murderous intent surged within him.

Fang Zicong thought this explosion would give the Fang family a new lease on life, but in Lu Changfeng's eyes, it was nothing more than a death knell for the Fang family.

"Go and put Zi Cong away."

After a long silence, Fang Chuhong composed himself and said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, the Fang family disciples hurriedly went down, but Lu Xuanshan on the stage waved his hand, changed into a high-grade magic robe, and with a shake of the now-dull robe, collected all the fire poison corpse pieces scattered on the martial arts stage, then handed them to the Fang family disciples.

"This is a worthy opponent."

Lu Xuanshan spoke solemnly, but the Fang family disciples' gazes were fixed on the superior-grade robes on Lu Xuanshan's body, and they couldn't look away for a long time.

Why!

Why does he still have it?

At this moment, the Fang family members couldn't even utter a harsh word. Their minds were filled with only one thought: how many magical artifacts did he still have? If they encountered him in the future, what strength would they need to kill him and avenge Fang Zicong?