Calabash Fairy

Fang Yan stood in mid-air, looking at the crimson lava field in front of him and the crimson fire sword formed from flames opposite him.

He felt the intense heat around him, and pure yang spiritual swords were forming around him out of thin air.

"The wonders within the Sword Tower are truly beyond expectation; a magma space has actually appeared to enhance the Blazing Sword Intent."

The moment he stepped into the Sword Tower, his figure appeared here, and opposite him was the first of the three thousand sword intents of the Sword Tower, the Blazing Fire Sword Intent.

As soon as Fang Yan's spiritual sword took shape, accompanied by spatial tremors and roars, bursts of crimson flames surged and rolled up from the magma, turning into a sea of ​​fire in a short while, roaring and rushing towards him along with the crimson fire sword!

Facing the raging sea of ​​fire that seemed poised to engulf him at any moment, Fang Yan remained calm, two crimson-gold suns slowly rising in his eyes...

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At night, candlelight shone brightly in the Yang family study in Xiahe Village.

Yang Dongdong looked at the ten powerful characters written by Yang Sheng with some curiosity.

When a thought arises in a person's heart, heaven and earth know it all.

"Father, is this what the Mountain God told you? What does it mean?"

Yang Sheng put down his brush, looked at the ten large characters written on the first page of the book, and solemnly said:

"Dong'er, do you still remember what your father taught you when you were little: there are gods watching over you from above?"

Seeing this, Yang Dongdong nodded repeatedly and recalled:

"My two younger brothers and I always keep this in mind. I remember when we were little, my second brother and I would climb onto the roof to see if there really were gods."

Upon hearing this, Yang Sheng's solemn expression vanished instantly, and he stared at Yang Dongdong with wide eyes, causing the man to chuckle sheepishly...

"...You two brats..."

Yang Sheng shook his head helplessly and sighed softly:

"When a thought arises in a person's heart, heaven and earth know it all. These two sentences passed down by the mountain god refer to this matter."

"Any thought that arises in a person's mind, whether good or evil, will be known to the gods in the world. This is a reminder that we must not do anything against our conscience, for good and evil are rewarded accordingly, and the gods are watching."

Yang Dongdong nodded in realization, suddenly remembering how Xu San had scrambled down the mountain to escape years ago...

"Dong'er, remember those two sentences passed down by the Mountain God? Not only should they be recorded in books, but if schools are opened in the future, you should also teach them to the children..."

"Father! Don't worry! I definitely will!"

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On a river far from Qingfeng Mountain, the spirit turtle floats quietly with its eyes closed.

On its dark, hard shell, tiny points of light twinkled like stars in the night, with the brightest one pointing eastward.

Before long, the spirit turtle opened its eyes and looked in that direction with some surprise.

"Mountain... Bow... Does this mean I should bow to every mountain I encounter? This divination is much clearer than before. Could it be because of that white snake?"

"When you encounter a mountain, you bow down... When you encounter a mountain, you bow down..."

The tortoise murmured, its eyes growing brighter and brighter. The surrounding water was rapidly stirred, propelling it eastward along the river...

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In the Qingfeng Secret Realm, as the ever-increasing pure Yang sword intent around Fang Yan slowly subsided, he gradually opened his eyes, his gaze gleaming.

This time, he experienced three different sword intent spaces in the Sword Tower.

Facing the intense heat of fire, the frigid chill of ice, and the unpredictable nature of shadows firsthand, Fang Yan gained many new insights into the Pure Yang Sword Intent, making him increasingly adept at wielding it.

"Although I have made some progress in sword intent, I have made no progress on the Pure Yang Dao; I haven't even found the starting point..."

Perhaps it was because in recent years, whether he was studying alchemy or comprehending sword intent, he had been making good progress. But now he was facing a huge obstacle, and the completion of the Pure Yang Sword magic weapon was just around the corner. Even he was starting to feel a little impatient.

But this quickly made Fang Yan realize something.

In the past two years, he has become too engrossed in cultivation, focusing on the continuous improvement of alchemy and swordsmanship, and has unknowingly lost his former peaceful state of mind.

Fang Yan suppressed his emotions, stood up and came to the front of the spirit field. He opened his palm, and a green breeze full of life force appeared in his hand.

"If the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth were so easy to comprehend, it wouldn't be the biggest hurdle to reaching the realm of a ten-thousand-year-old demon king. With my current cultivation level, I am already quite fortunate to be able to comprehend the Great Dao of Life. Why should I strive for anything else?"

"Cultivation should be done neither hastily nor slowly, but step by step. Perhaps everything has gone too smoothly these past two years, and I have become somewhat complacent..."

Fang Yan looked at the emerald green whirlwind in his hand and reflected on himself...

He had a strange feeling that if things continued like this, a major problem might arise when the tribulation lightning descended...

"Although the Pure Yang Sword Scripture can eliminate distracting thoughts, if my own state of mind is compromised, how can I continuously rely on the Pure Yang Sword Scripture..."

"Compared to Shu Yujunheng, I am indeed a bit younger..."

Fang Yan chuckled self-deprecatingly, and the emerald whirlwind in his hand gently blew out, causing the Qingfeng Secret Realm to shimmer with spiritual light and become even more vibrant.

A moment later, Fang Yan walked out of the mountain god temple, past the villagers who came to the temple to offer incense, and slowly sat down at the stone table under the plum blossom tree, looking at Qingfeng Mountain at this moment.

Amidst the verdant mountains and forests, dappled sunlight filters through the leaves, a crystal-clear stream meanders through the woods, and cheerful birdsong echoes in his ears—a scene brimming with life.

Meanwhile, on the back mountain, two figures, one black and one white, were constantly moving through the forest, chasing each other and having a great time.

"For the past two years, I have always been thinking about cultivation, how to relax and quietly appreciate the beautiful scenery here."

"Without realizing it, I almost forgot even this thing I used to love doing most..."

A gentle breeze swept across the world, softly brushing against Fang Yan's face, as if to wipe away his worries.

As Fang Yan watched this scene, a smile unconsciously appeared on his face, and he felt a sense of peace and tranquility in his heart.

At this moment, Fang Yan had not yet realized that the "Heart Sword," which he had cultivated using the Pure Yang Sword Scripture to sever the distracting thoughts in his mind, was becoming increasingly clear and transparent.

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On a distant, celestial mountain.

Lü Dongbin was playing chess with a large-bellied man who was bare-chested.

Lu Dongbin looked at the two or three emerald green tea leaves slowly floating in the teacup in front of him, and his eyes seemed to have seen something quite interesting. He chuckled and said:

"My cultivation progressed too quickly, causing my mental state to become unstable."

"Although no one guides me, I know how to reflect on myself in time. I'm not bad, not bad."

The burly man, who was frowning as he looked at the chessboard, raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, looked up at Lü Dongbin, and said in a somewhat surprised voice:

"To receive praise from you, the Pure Yang Patriarch, must mean that the Pure Yang Sect has produced a promising talent, or perhaps you have personally accepted a disciple?"

Lü Dongbin smiled and said:

"No, this child has no master-disciple relationship with me. In the future, we may even be able to address each other as fellow Daoists. As for his master..."

"Oh?"

Lü Dongbin looked at Zhongli Quan, who was filled with curiosity, and smiled without saying anything more. Instead, he pointed to the chessboard and chuckled:

"It's your turn."