The Legend of Fangren

"The momentum has been established."

With his eyes closed, Qu Yang drank the wine, seemingly already knowing the outcome and showing no surprise.

Although metal overcomes wood, wood can also restrain metal. Although the five elements are mutually destructive, there is also a principle of reciprocity. In the end, all principles of mutual generation and restraint must be based on the premise of similar strength.

Qu Mei is his younger sister. She is the daughter of the city lord of Qumu City, a city in the southern part of Cangmu Valley. She has been practicing martial arts at home since she was a child, especially the locking techniques, which are far superior to those of ordinary people.

"Oh!"

Luo He shouted, trying to exert his strength, but at this moment he was tightly locked in place, his breath was nowhere to be seen, and he was powerless.

Forcibly breaking free would only cause her blood to rush to her head and her face to turn red.

"Junior Sister Luo, you'd better just admit defeat. We're roommates, and I don't want to hurt you."

At this moment, Qu Mei could easily trip Luo He, but she held back a little, keeping the two of them locked in a stalemate rather than falling to the ground and entangled, otherwise it would not be very elegant in public.

"Senior Sister Qu, please do your best."

The Luo River did not yield; suddenly, it generated a powerful force and repelled Qu Mei.

The Qi circulates throughout the body, and in any posture, as long as one is familiar with the Qi pathways, one can use Qi to increase strength.

As Luo He practiced her moves, she said, "Senior sister, you use this move often, I'm used to it."

"Hmph~ It's because I let you have your way."

Qu Mei pouted and continued her attack as if in a fit of pique.

It seems that the two have a good relationship.

"very nice."

The male disciples loved watching their senior and junior sisters get together, and it would be even better if they could roll around on the ground.

"How vulgar!" Fang Shi strongly condemned this. What kind of looks are they giving my He Bao?

Previously, this guy was worried that his own kid wouldn't be able to find any good girls outside, but now, his own kid has become the good girl, and he has no choice but to protect him.

Finally, the two exchanged a few more blows on stage, ending with Luo He accidentally hitting his opponent on the head, giving him a large bump.

"Wow wow wow!!!"

A large bump suddenly appeared on her forehead, and Qu Mei burst into tears on the spot, a stark contrast to her previous demeanor as a senior sister.

It really hurts!

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..." Luo He quickly stepped forward to help her up, and the two of them, one throwing a tantrum and the other coaxing her, got off the stage.

"..." Liu Yiyuan smiled upon seeing this.

Qu Yang poured the wine helplessly: "She's still young and inexperienced, please excuse her."

"Hahaha…"

Liu Yiyuan stroked his white beard and laughed, "Young and lively, not shy at all, the little boy is very endearing."

"..." Qu Yang remained silent, drinking his wine in quiet contemplation.

Next, it was the other elders' turn to call out names, and the disciples whose names were called had mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.

The joy stemmed from being chosen by the elder, indicating that the elder had a favorable impression of him.

Tragedy comes from encountering a powerful opponent.

Although Elder Liu said that victory or defeat was not important, winning or losing was ultimately the result, and in the eyes of the disciples, it was still the key to proving themselves.

"He Qisheng, He Lin!"

"Feng Zhonghua, Zhao Ba!"

……

The competition was extremely fast; from the Heavenly Rank disciple to the Human Rank disciple, it was already afternoon in the blink of an eye.

Fang Shi had a keen eye for business opportunities. He found the loser among his disciples and took the opportunity to promote his product.

This person wasn't chosen randomly. He had noted down the qualifications of several Huo Benxiang disciples during the competition on stage, and he could find the right one every time.

Moreover, he also learned that although the Canglong Peak area is mainly wood, which can produce fire-type spiritual items, fire-type spiritual items are inconvenient to store and there are very few good ones in the wild. Therefore, the types of fire-type spiritual items stored in the Heaven and Earth Pavilion are limited and cannot be as useful as wood and earth.

Isn't this a fantastic business opportunity?

Fang Shi certainly didn't want to exploit his fellow disciples, but that didn't stop him from doing business.

It's only natural that he can provide good fruit and get a good price; the key point is that he's the only one who can do this business right now.

It's not that the Dragon River Sect is so large that it doesn't have a complete collection of low-level spiritual items, but precisely because they are low-level spiritual items, no one is willing to collect them, not to mention that specially prepared spiritual item containers are quite expensive.

As the saying goes, "everything is difficult at the beginning," and Fang Shi is well-versed in this.

If he, with his special abilities, is like this, what about others?

Therefore, after several attempts, he not only sold the Fire Heart Fruit, but was also stopped by several fellow disciples. When they heard that Fang Shi could go into the mountains to find things and even find these Fire Heart Fruit, they thought he must have some skills. They all asked him to pick the fruit and were willing to pay him a reward.

What a fantastic start!

This is the most satisfying moment in doing business.

However, words can be dangerous, and since he was able to harvest so many Fire Heart Fruits, someone must have thought that there must be some place where Fire Heart Fruits grow in abundance.

Those without ulterior motives only want to buy and sell, but those with ulterior motives are not so polite.

Similar to the two middle-aged disciples on the back mountain path, there were also disciples watching the preliminary exam who had given up on improving, otherwise they wouldn't have been idly watching a group of kids fight.

"See that kid over there?"

Fang Shi was still happily keeping accounts, unaware that he was being watched again.

Several disciples dressed in loosely draped cloth robes walked through the crowd and came to the back.

Fang Shi, who was huddled under the inner wall of the sect, looked up and found himself suddenly surrounded. The surroundings were bustling, but no one noticed him.

"What brings you here, fellow disciples? Are you also looking to buy some fruit?"

"Hmph..." The leading man stepped forward, trying to be polite, but he couldn't suppress a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

"We've heard that you've found many good fruits, Junior Brother. Fire Heart Fruit is not easy to find, so you must have made a discovery somewhere to get so many."

"So what?"

"Nothing much, we brothers just saw that you were carrying such a big backpack all by yourself, and we knew it wasn't easy doing this kind of business, so we thought we could lend a hand."

"..."

Fang Shi was speechless.

Even if the world's productivity is underdeveloped and the lower classes have little education, can you thugs and hooligans come up with a different excuse?

The first thing they said was, "Junior brother, your things are too heavy? Do you need help?"

With just a few words, going back and forth, you'd be able to memorize them by the time you went out to rob someone a couple of times.

Fang Shi could not possibly agree to this. The market for this trade was already extremely vacant. He was able to offer these fruits without taking anyone's business, so why should he give up his profits to others for no reason?

Besides, he diligently searched the mountains every day to obtain so many spiritual fruits and nutrients to cultivate the Fireheart Grass. These people, on the other hand, came up here and wanted to pick the fruit. Dream on.

Considering that this is a public place, these people probably won't be able to make a move directly. If there's any way to scare them off, that would be great.

Looking down, Fang Shi remembered that he was wearing a robe with a magic pattern, and an idea came to him.

He then spoke in a slightly more serious tone: "Could it be that my fellow disciples want a share of the pie?"

Now that things were out in the open, the other party stopped pretending and said directly, "If Junior Brother is willing, that would be wonderful."

"That's a pity. I've already picked all the fire-heart fruit. If we have to wait, it will probably take more than half a year."

"Could it be that Junior Brother intends to refuse?"

The expressions on their faces darkened; both sides knew the truth.

They weren't trying to help pick the fruit; they clearly wanted to find out where the Fireheart Grass was so they could seize it.

Left with no other option, Fang Shi had to resort to his trump card.

"Senior brothers, I am a Heavenly Rank disciple after all. There's no need to make things so difficult for me."