ATPnovel Chapter 55: The Ruyi Fang Clan
Chapter 55: The Ruyi Fang Clan
Deep within the volcano, lava surges, and a blue fire lotus quietly takes root in the pool.
The earth fire grew even more vibrant, with lotus flowers blooming in layers, brimming with vitality, clearly indicating that it was being well nourished.
In addition, the spirit-gathering array he set up back then also played a catalytic role.
Without further hesitation, Fang Yun took the pill fire and used it to dismantle the formation.
Immediately, the fiery energy of the earth veins gradually stabilized, and the magma slowly extinguished, no longer exploding.
To avert a disaster.
Fang Yun stepped on the magical artifact and successfully flew out of the volcano.
Looking at the gradually darkening and cooling lava beneath his feet, he immediately felt relieved.
With a hiss, he stretched out his hands, and brilliant flames rose from each palm.
With the Golden Yang True Fire in his left hand and the Azure Lotus Earth Fire in his right, the contrasting colors of the flames intertwined, creating a truly beautiful sight.
Both of these are second-tier spiritual flames, and ordinary Qi Refining cultivators must be extremely careful when wielding one.
When Fang Yun used it, it was as easy as using an extension of his arm, and the flames were exceptionally gentle and friendly.
With a thought, flames spread around him, transforming into two lifelike dragons that coiled and spun around.
The azure and gold fire dragons hissed and chased each other incessantly, making the boy appear as if he were a fire god descended to earth.
After a long while, Fang Yun finally extinguished the flames and prepared to open the secret chamber.
Hundreds of miles away, a secluded green mountain came into view, with a white waterfall cascading down like a celestial river.
Fang Yun unleashed a burst of magical power, cutting off the waterfall and revealing a smooth stone wall covered in moss.
The mountain appears intact, but it has actually been hollowed out and re-disguised.
Fang Yun pressed down on the stone wall, his palm exerting force.
With a thunderous roar, the rock wall shattered into pieces, and falling rocks broke apart, revealing a dark cave.
Fang Yun went inside and saw a stone coffin with gold and silver treasures scattered all over the ground.
Of course, this is still just a disguise, a double insurance.
He did not approach the stone coffin, but instead cast a spell that shattered the hard, iron-like stone beneath his feet.
The entrance to a secret passage appears, winding downwards into an unfathomable depth, the entire green mountain having been hollowed out.
Flames erupted around Fang Yun, illuminating the surroundings, and he finally saw his true tomb.
To be on the safe side, he did not use any formations, relying instead on various ordinary mechanical techniques.
A solitary stone coffin stands in the deepest part, shrouded in darkness and loneliness for a hundred years.
Fang Yun opened the coffin lid, and the corpse from his previous life came into view.
Even after consciousness fades, this body remains vibrant, continuing to grow like an ancient tree over the course of a century.
He was completely enveloped by tree roots, like a tree demon in human form.
Its facial features blend into the bluish-brown tree trunk, making its specific appearance impossible to discern.
Even more remarkably, the roots extending from his own feet pierced through the stone coffin.
They burrow directly into the rocky soil of the mountain, silently absorbing nutrients.
Fang Yun remained expressionless, his fingertips gathering magical power as he cast a hand seal to control the puppet.
This is a puppetry technique he created himself, and he did not pass it on to outsiders.
The next moment, the Green Wood Puppet was fully revived, its demonic energy surging, and its limbs suddenly broke free from the coffin.
The solid stone coffin shattered with a loud crash, turning into stone chips scattered all over the ground, and several exquisite storage bags fell out.
"Wooden Armor Transformation!"
Fang Yun changed his hand seals again, and immediately the demonic energy in the puppet's dantian could be seen surging forth.
The branches intertwined and transformed into a green wooden armor that enveloped the body, exuding an aura of indestructibility.
"His physical strength is comparable to a mid-grade second-level spiritual weapon; not bad at all!"
Fang Yun was very satisfied and put the battle puppet into a special storage bag.
He took all the treasures, completely destroyed the entire tomb, and erased all traces.
Only then did he leave, completely satisfied.
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The capital of the Chen Kingdom.
The collection of lights from thousands of homes continues; it is an enormous and tedious undertaking.
Mu Lingxin didn't urge Emperor Chen; she knew that these things couldn't be rushed.
It will take at least several years to prepare.
Fang Yun was refining a puppet when an unexpected guest suddenly arrived.
Ruyi Fangshi.
He paused slightly when he heard the name.
Involuntarily, I thought of the Duke of Yong's mansion, located in Ruyi County of Chen State.
Sure enough, it was someone from the former Duke's mansion who came to pay their respects.
Relying on the legacy he left behind, over a hundred years have passed, and the Fang family has also established a small Qi-refining clan.
This was the first time Fang Yun had ever heard of it.
His own birth mother in this life, who was born into the Chen Kingdom of Xianmiao, was actually related to the Yong Kingdom of Duke's family by blood.
When she first discovered her spiritual root, she received financial assistance from a cultivator from the Ruyi Fang clan.
Later, when he failed to join a sect, the Fang family again used their connections to bribe officials at all levels.
Only in this way can one successfully join the Chen family's direct line and become a concubine.
Fang Yun originally thought that he was reborn into the Chen family in this life because of Qin Yao's bloodline.
Unexpectedly, his mother also had Fang family blood flowing through her veins.
In the end, Fang Yun nodded in agreement and prepared to meet these descendants.
"I, Fang Bin, pay my respects to Young Master Xiaoyun!"
The head of the Ruyi Fang family was a man in his forties.
His temples were streaked with white hair, his face was weathered, and his cultivation level was at the ninth level of Qi Refining.
"Just tell me what you need."
Seeing the other person's anxious expression through the curtain, Fang Yun immediately understood.
A visitor must have something to ask of you.
"My lord, you are wise!"
Fang Bin bowed respectfully, saying, "Having heard that Young Master wishes to refine a spirit fire, the Fang family is willing to serve you valiantly and mobilize our mortal followers to gather five thousand wishing lamps!"
Fang Yun raised an eyebrow slightly; this was no small sum.
But considering that the Yongguo Mansion was prosperous and had many descendants, acquiring these things was not difficult.
"What do you seek? Spirit stones, cultivation techniques, elixirs, and inheritances? Please tell me in detail."
Fang Yun remained expressionless as a maidservant beside him served tea with delicate hands, steam rising gently.
Upon hearing such a gentle tone, Fang Bin felt a great weight lifted from his chest and stopped hiding the truth.
He recounted the whole story, from beginning to end.
It turns out that the Ruyi Fang family was quite lucky, as they discovered a vein of earth marrow stone.
The only drawback was that news of the incident leaked out of the tribe.
When the news reached a refining family under the Li Huo Sect, they wanted to expel the Fang family and completely seize control of the mine.
The two sides clashed several times, each suffering several casualties and incurring considerable losses.
So, after discussion, they decided to follow the ancient rules of the cultivation world.
The cultivators fought three rounds of magic, and the ownership of the mineral vein was determined by their respective victories and defeats.
"Even a small vein of 'earth marrow stone' is quite expensive."
Upon hearing this, Fang Bin remained unfazed and quickly pledged his loyalty: "If you, young master, can lend a helping hand, the Fang family is willing to hand over 50% of our profits as an annual tribute!"
"Thirty percent is enough. You all have a tough life, and you also have to hand over a certain share to the sect."
Fang Yun calmly agreed to the matter.
This immediately filled the Fang family head with ecstatic joy.
He sent several maids to fetch his younger brother.
This kind of battle between minor Qi-refining clans is really not worth watching; ordinary disciples of the Green Wood Sect could easily handle it.
Fang Yun did not expect that Mu Lingxin, having somehow heard the news, also wanted to get a share of the pie.
They want to take half of the five thousand wishing lamps.
Fang, being quite adept at interpersonal relationships and extremely tactful, immediately added another thousand.
They are willing to gather six thousand lamps of mortal light to offer to the disciples of the sect.
Fang Yun had no objection and agreed to let Mu Lingxin get involved, with the two of them splitting the profits equally.
This adds another layer of protection to the battle.
Before they knew it, the day arrived for the agreed-upon duel between the two races, and everyone gathered at the mine.