Chapter 79

Borrowing less than two hundred medium-grade spirit stones from Bai Jingtao and others, Fang Ling drifted away. Since this enmity had already been formed, Fang Ling would absolutely not show any mercy, especially since he was now extremely poor.

As for Bai Jingtao's uncle, he would deal with it as it came. He had also handled Foundation Establishment cultivators before.

Fang Ling's battle with Bai Jingtao and others had already attracted many onlookers. After Fang Ling drifted away, these people hurriedly came forward.

"Who is that person? So powerful!" A young disciple glanced at Bai Jingtao and others with disgust, his tone filled with admiration.

As soon as he spoke, someone beside him replied, "Fang Ling, Uncle Fang from Seven Star Peak, the core disciple!"

The tone of the person who replied lacked respect. If one were to say it, there was more of a mocking tone towards Fang Ling's identity.

"Uncle Fang from Seven Star Peak?" The young disciple repeated these words, instantly seeming to recall something, his expression becoming peculiar. But then he added, "No matter what, fighting five and winning so cleanly, Uncle Fang is really powerful!"

"What's the use of being powerful? Don't you know who Bai Jingtao's uncle is? That uncle is the most protective!" An experienced disciple said this, suddenly noticing that Bai Jingtao was about to open his eyes. He hurriedly said, "Quick, I haven't received the elixirs my master instructed me to get yet."

To become a disciple of Zhen Dao Sect, one naturally wasn't simple-minded. They didn't want to be caught in the crossfire, so they quickly dispersed.

Bai Jingtao wanted to stand up, but the immense pain from his body made it difficult for him to move. After a long time, he finally managed to sit up, his mouth filled with endless resentment, he said, "Fang Ling, this matter, I won't let it go!"

Fang Ling returned to Seven Star Peak, took a brief rest, and then took out the Ten Thousand Star Foundation Establishment Array to study. With over a year of array research, he wasn't too troubled by the profound aspects of the Ten Thousand Star Foundation Establishment Array. What troubled him was the ten thousand medium-grade spirit stones.

Fang Ling originally thought he was a little rich, but the Ten Thousand Star Foundation Establishment Array made him realize how poor he really was. To save up ten thousand medium-grade spirit stones, who knew when that would be...

After a moment of contemplation, Fang Ling ultimately decided to try the ordinary Foundation Establishment method. As long as he could generate divine consciousness in his mind, he could save the ten thousand medium-grade spirit stones.

Ten days later, Fang Ling slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with disappointment. This time, he made many preparations and even used his greatest abilities, but the result was merciless: Foundation Establishment failed! The cultivation of the Wu Xiang Du Xin Decree also didn't help.

Reaching out to summon the jade slip from the distant cushion, Fang Ling thought to himself, it seems he could only rely on the Ten Thousand Star Foundation Establishment Array to Foundation Establish.

"Whoosh!" A message talisman shot up into the sky. Fang Ling took the message talisman, and his expression changed. The jade talisman was from the sect leader, Fu Jingbo, and the content was simple: to have Fang Ling host the Zhen Dao Sect's Scripture Discussion Meeting in half a month.

The Scripture Discussion Meeting was an internal gathering of the Zhen Dao Sect, aimed at providing a platform for disciples below Foundation Establishment to exchange and hone their skills. This meeting was held once a year, and each time, a core disciple would host it.

Although Fang Ling's cultivation hadn't reached Foundation Establishment, he was still one of the core disciples of the Zhen Dao Sect. It seemed normal for him to host the meeting. However, Fang Ling knew that this seemingly normal arrangement was far from it. The host of the Scripture Discussion Meeting not only needed to have profound cultivation and be able to control the scene, but also often had to answer questions for many disciples.

Although Fang Ling was a core disciple, he had only been in the Zhen Dao Sect for a year. What qualifications did he have to answer questions for others? He still didn't know who to ask for help. Clearly, someone was deliberately targeting him. For Fu Jingbo to agree to the other party's request, this person's identity was probably not simple.

Fang Ling instantly thought of Bai Jingtao. This guy said he had an uncle. Could it be him? Unfortunately, he forgot the name of Bai Jingtao's uncle at the time. As thoughts flashed through his mind, Fang Ling placed the jade talisman on the ground.

A hundred miles from Qianyuan Mountain, there was a small town. This place, called Tongniu Town, mainly did business with Zhen Dao Sect disciples. Although the thousands of outer sect disciples couldn't go down the mountain every day, going down once a month was enough to make the small merchants earn a fortune. On this day, it was the Zhen Dao Sect disciples' rest day, and the merchants in Tongniu Town were all eagerly waiting for the arrival of the "wealthy gods."

However, while they were eagerly waiting, they all looked at the most remote small street with envy. The shops on that street, though small, earned hundreds or even thousands of times more spirit stones each time.

Envy was one thing, but they really couldn't compare to the shops on the small street, as they sold what cultivators needed: spirit talismans and items.

A dozen young people jumped off a giant eagle that was ten zhang in size, their appearance marking the start of Tongniu Town's monthly prosperity.

"Esteemed immortal, this clothing is mixed with soft gold threads, making it impervious to any blade or spear!"

"Oh, esteemed immortal, your cultivation is extraordinary. This Qilin robe is made by the most famous embroiderers in Tianlan Continent. If you wear it, it will truly be a perfect match."

"Oh, this lily incense is a tribute to the royal family. If you have someone you admire, giving them this lily incense will surely make your wishes come true."

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A few outer sect disciples roamed through Tongniu Town, many of them sitting on the main street, enjoying the century-old Qin Erniu's sparerib noodles. Although these noodles were just simple food, their preparation was meticulous, making them very appealing to the outer sect disciples who had been eating poorly on the mountain.

After reaching the seventh level of Qi Condensation, Fang Ling rarely ate, and during seclusion, he used fasting pills. Although he had important matters to attend to this time, he couldn't resist sitting down for a bowl.

However, at this moment, Fang Ling wasn't his true self but wore a human skin mask from an unknown cultivator, giving the impression of a young cultivator with a greenish complexion. After a few bites, Fang Ling prepared to leave. At this moment, a conversation from a few people beside him caught his attention.

"Do you know who will host this Scripture Discussion Meeting?" A round-faced, clever-looking young fatty asked his companions while eating meat.

His two companions were also eating greedily. A thin man who greedily chewed a few bites of noodles smiled and said, "Who else? One of the three core uncles, of course."

"Um, I think it should be Uncle Jiao from Dongyao Peak. He hasn't hosted the meeting for a while." Another handsome young man, who looked refined, put down his chopsticks and said.

The young fatty chuckled, "Zhao Zhong, if it were any other time, you would be right, but unfortunately, you're wrong this time!"

"Who then?" The handsome young man, Zhao Zhong, asked with a hint of surprise.

The young fatty deliberately touched his stomach and said with a regretful look, "Oh, I don't seem to have brought enough spirit stones this time."

"Enough of your nonsense! We agreed that you would treat us this time!" The thin man glared at the young fatty, somewhat angry.

But Zhao Zhong waved his hand and said, "It's just a meal. Tell us, who is hosting this time?"

"It's Uncle Fang from Seven Star Peak!" The young fatty chuckled.

"Seven Star Peak, Uncle Fang!" Zhao Zhong asked, puzzled, "Are you kidding me? When did our Zhen Dao Sect have a Seven Star Peak?"

"Zhao Zhong, you only know about cultivation, cultivation! You know too little about our sect. Do you remember last year's Immortal Ascension Path?" The young fatty took a bite of noodles and asked with a grin.

Zhao Zhong nodded and said with a hint of regret, "We came to the sect ten years ago after passing the selection. At that time, I wanted to try the Immortal Ascension Path, but I never reached the seventh level of Qi Condensation!"

The young fatty nodded, his face showing a hint of melancholy. But then he laughed, "If we can't become cultivators, we'll go home. Damn, my father is a general, so I can still live a life of luxury."

"You're so ambitious!" The thin man patted the young fatty's shoulder and said, "Alright, tell us about this Uncle Fang from Seven Star Peak."

The young fatty had good eloquence and whispered, "I always thought the Immortal Ascension Path had three sections, but this time I learned it actually has four!"

"Passing Qianfo Mountain, one becomes a true immortal!" The young fatty, swaying his head, looked at his companions and said, "Have you heard this before?"

"What does it mean?" The thin man asked curiously.

"Listen carefully, the meaning is simple. As long as you pass the Qianfo Mountain section of the Immortal Ascension Path, not only can you choose any of the five major sects, but you can also become a core disciple." The young fatty's eyes sparkled, "Just the monthly allowance is twenty medium-grade spirit stones a year, much better than us, who only get one low-grade spirit stone a year as miscellaneous disciples!"

One medium-grade spirit stone is worth a thousand low-grade spirit stones, so the difference was indeed significant.

"If I had twenty medium-grade spirit stones, the sisters from Chihuo Peak would definitely look at me differently." The thin man said softly.

Zhao Zhong laughed and was about to speak when the young fatty said, "Twenty medium-grade spirit stones are a lot, but they also cause trouble. Bai Jingtao went to borrow spirit stones from Uncle Fang and got beaten up."

"Hehe, this will be interesting. I heard that Bai Jingtao's uncle, Bai Yuqi, plans to make Uncle Fang look bad at this Scripture Discussion Meeting!"

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