Calabash Fairy

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

At the foot of Qingfeng Mountain, Fang Yan looked at the spirit tortoise in front of him and understood why it had appeared there.

According to Xuan Shui, several years ago, the ancestor of the Xuan Turtle clan divined for him, saying that there was an opportunity for Xuan Shui in the Ten Thousand Mountains. So this guy searched all the way and finally found Qingfeng Mountain.

"Are you sure your destiny is to follow me?"

Fang Yan looked at Xuan Shui with some surprise. Although he was quite capable now, it depended on who he was compared to.

Outside the Ten Thousand Mountains, among these ancient demons, he estimated that he would be hard-pressed to find a worthy opponent. However, the Xuan Turtle Clan was clearly recorded in the jade slip left by Fairy Yunhua. It was one of the most famous demon clans in the entire Southern Region.

Faced with such a behemoth, what are the resources he has? How could Xuan Shui possibly see them as an opportunity?

Upon hearing this, Xuan Shui quickly withdrew his glare from Da Huang and smiled broadly at Fang Yan, saying:

"My Lord Mountain God, to be honest, the moment I saw you, I was absolutely certain that if I could follow you and serve you, that would be my greatest opportunity!"

"Please rest assured, our Xuan Turtle clan is naturally able to gather water veins and spiritual energy, making the spiritual energy of a place increasingly concentrated, which is also very beneficial to the growth of spiritual roots!"

The Xuan Turtle clan has a long lifespan and is naturally good at divination. Their ancestor, who has lived for countless years, has long since learned how to take a long-term view and how to wait patiently.

It summoned Xuan Shui not only for Fang Yan's present situation, but also for Fang Yan's future...

Have you not heard the saying, "When one attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven"?

Looking at the Xuan Shui in front of him, Fang Yan could feel that the surrounding spiritual energy was indeed slowly gathering towards the Xuan Shui. Although it was not obvious in a short time, it would definitely make the spiritual energy of Qingfeng Mountain rise to another level in the long run.

Xuan Shui has six hundred years of cultivation and is quite capable. He also knows divination. Even though he is kept on the mountain as an "ornamental turtle," it is still quite beneficial to Qingfeng Mountain.

but.....

Fang Yan glanced at Da Huang, who was lying listlessly to the side, and then at Xuan Shui, whose gaze kept drifting towards Da Huang. He shook his head with a mixture of helplessness and amusement.

Having overheard the previous interaction between the two little demons, he could only say that it was best to leave it to them to handle...

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a few days later.

Halfway up Qingfeng Mountain, a flat area that was originally covered with snow has somehow become a crystal-clear stone pool, several meters long and wide.

The area in front of the stone pool is open, and looking down from the edge of the pool, you can see the entire Xiahe Village, with a lush bamboo forest behind it that remains green even in winter.

At this moment, a huge, jet-black tortoise was quietly floating on the surface of the stone pool, letting the winter sun shine down on it. Judging from its blissful expression, it was clearly very comfortable.

After obtaining the mountain god's permission, he spent several days finally completing the creation of this stone pool.

The Qingfeng Mountain area is completely different from any other place in the Hundred Thousand Mountains it has visited. There is no disorder or chaos, no constant life-and-death battles, only a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

Every day, I bask in the sun, admire the snow scenery, and watch the busy villagers below the mountain. In the early morning and evening, I go to the mountaintop to cultivate with the mountain god.

It had been a long time since it had felt this comfortable...

"Woof!"

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly appeared, causing Xuan Shui to widen his eyes and turn around. He saw a yellow light rushing out of the bamboo forest, stepping on the snow by the stone pool, and then turning around and darting back into the bamboo forest.

"That damned dog demon!"

Xuan Shui watched this scene with gritted teeth, unable to understand why this dog demon would appear on Qingfeng Mountain and even serve the mountain god as its master!

"Big Yellow, huh...you just wait!!"

Xuan Shui's eyes darted around, a hint of smug cunning flashing across them.

The next day at noon, after excitedly running around the mountains, Big Yellow returned to the place where it had buried the jade bottle containing the Spirit Tempering Pill. It intended to lie down on the mound of earth to cultivate as usual, but as soon as it reached the mound, Big Yellow suddenly froze, its nose twitching incessantly, and a strong stench of urine quickly filled its nostrils...

"Awoo?!!"

At the summit of Qingfeng Mountain, Fang Yan, who had just finished refining pills and was drinking and playing chess alone under a plum blossom tree, sensed a commotion of chickens and dogs running around in the mountains and couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

Ever since the two little guys in the mountains cultivated into demons, and Da Huang and Xuan Shui arrived one after the other, similar scenes have often appeared on his mountain, which he finds quite interesting.

He had previously told the four demons not to disturb the villagers at the foot of the mountain, and that as long as they did not cause damage on the mountain, they were to be left alone.

"I've opened the furnace twice in the past few days and refined two high-quality Great Pure Yuan Pills. After resting for two more days, I'll refine the last Great Pure Yuan Pill as well."

After all, he had already refined the Great Pure Yuan Pill four times in a row, so he had enough experience. With the purple-gold spiritual fire rising in the chaotic space within his body, the refining process became increasingly smooth.

During this period, although he had been focusing on the path of sword immortality in the inheritance of swordsmanship, he had not neglected alchemy, and his alchemy skills were slowly but steadily improving.

However, the bottleneck he is currently facing has not yet been resolved, mainly due to the limitations of his cultivation and divine sense. Even his Pure Yang Sword Intent has recently slowed down.

However, at this time, although Fang Yan did not slack off in his daily cultivation, he was no longer as eager as before.

"Once the last batch of spiritual materials is refined into the Great Pure Yuan Pill, we should also find a time to refine the Worry-Free Liquid. This kind of rare spiritual substance that can enhance spiritual sense often has the greatest effect when taken for the first time."

As his cultivation level continued to increase, his sensitivity to lightning tribulations became increasingly acute.

Although Fang Yan didn't know what kind of tribulation his strength and talent would attract, the faint sense of danger lingering in his heart made him very clear that he absolutely could not be careless in this tribulation...

Regardless, he will definitely adjust himself to his best condition before the tribulation arrives.

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In Xiahe Village, Yang Sheng finally had some free time and was sitting under a big tree at the entrance of his courtyard, watching the children playing in the snow not far away.

Perhaps it was the blessing of the mountain god, but although the winter in Xiahe Village was still filled with heavy snow, it was far less bitterly cold than it used to be.

Yang Sheng knew very well that these changes were real. He remembered that when he was a child, every few years someone would be found frozen to death in the village.

The winters back then were really long...

Yang Sheng stared blankly at the children rolling around in the snow until a familiar voice called out from behind him.

"Father, it's all calculated."

Yang Sheng turned around and saw his third son standing behind him, handing him a piece of paper.

Upon hearing this, Yang Sheng took the paper, looked at it for a moment, and then frowned, saying:

"The village's iron ore and salt reserves are being depleted so quickly; can they last at most another five years?"