Stealthily cultivating in the chaotic world of demons and martial artists

Chapter 15: Chapter 15: Night Feast (Please Collect)_1 Chapter 15: Chapter 15: Night Feast (Please Collect)_1 Da Liang World.

Fang Residence.

Inside a fine blue and white porcelain plate, the chef’s meticulously cooked Taisui meat was placed.

The unique fragrance grew stronger, making the nearby attendant, Lily, involuntarily swallow.

Lily was somewhat an outlier among the Twelve Flowery Hairpins, lacking both Laurel’s gentle consideration and the charm of the other ladies.

In comparison, her figure was too tall and her facial features too sharply defined, which did not conform to the aesthetic preferences of the scholars and officials of Great Liang.

When she was bought as a maid, she was just thrown in as an extra.

However, Fang Xi felt that this girl looked quite good. She had a vibrant beauty about her, and if she dressed in a more masculine style, she would resemble a handsome young man with a graceful demeanor.

At this moment, Fang Xi had specifically asked Lily to change into a white outfit, and at a glance, she appeared like a fox spirit.

Fang Xi usually liked to tease Lily, because she was somewhat competitive by nature, and subduing such a stubborn girl was also quite interesting.

But today, he had no interest in doing so.

Fang Xi bit fiercely into the Taisui meat, letting the rich juices explode in his mouth.

The next moment!

His skin all over his body turned somewhat red as if he were drunk.

At the same time, his thigh muscles twitched, and a black snake-like pattern on his skin rapidly expanded and grew…

In an instant, Fang Xi moved like the wind, swiftly coming and going among the many plum blossom piles.

Bang bang!

Lily felt as if she saw a giant python moving back and forth, and she shivered in fear.

With bursting sounds, Fang Xi kicked the wooden piles to smithereens, and fine wood shavings flew in all directions.

After a while, Fang Xi finally stopped and looked at his legs.

The pants below his thighs were torn and tattered, revealing smooth skin, and on it, a serpentine pattern.

“The complete double snake pattern signifies that I have also reached the Three Transformations of Qi and Blood realm in the Red Snake Leg technique.”

Fang Xi was not surprised by this.

After all, his White Cloud Palm had already broken through, and the Red Snake Leg was just a matter of following along.

“Young Master.”

Lily offered a towel, her movements stiff and awkward.

But Fang Xi liked her spiritedness and laughed, “This is the Red Snake Leg technique, how about it? Want to learn? I’ll teach you…”

With this girl’s long legs, if she also learned the boneless snake technique… sss…

Fang Xi involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air.

After his usual teasing of the maids, he headed to the White Cloud Martial Arts School.

Ever since his advancement to the Three Transformations of Qi and Blood, the disciples of the martial arts school treated him with even more reverence.

As for Wu Ji?

This person had been rarely seen in the martial arts school nowadays.

Besides that, there were no actions of revenge, on the contrary, he became much more low-key.

This had caused Fang Xi to regard him in a new light, and at the same time, he thought that in this world, just like idiots, geniuses are also a rare breed; it’s the mediocre common people who make up the vast majority.

The hall.

“Master!”

Fang Xi clasped his hands together in greeting, bowing slightly.

Mu Canglong sat in the armchair, holding his beloved purple clay teapot and took a sip from the spout, his eyes narrowing comfortably, “Fang Xi, you’re here… Right, your breakthrough to the Three Transformations of Qi and Blood is a momentous occasion for the school, and it’s customary to celebrate. What do you think we should do?”

“I think we should not bother with a celebration,”

Fang Xi waved his hand to decline.

It was just a Three Transformations of Qi and Blood; it was not as if he had cultivated True Power or reached the realm of a Principal of Martial Arts School. What was there to celebrate?

Moreover, holding a celebration was either for fame or for profit!

He did not care for such empty titles, and as for benefits? That was even more laughable; the gifts from the martial arts school weren’t worth as much as the random leaves he could pick up!

“Well… Okay then,”

Mu Canglong was initially a bit unhappy. After all, if Fang Xi was a true apprentice, it would be a lifelong binding relationship like father and son, and his words should not be dismissed so lightly.

But Fang Xi was different from the other apprentices; he was already quite wealthy!

It was because of him that the White Cloud Martial Arts School had recently become much more prosperous, and it wasn’t easy for Mu Canglong to voice any reprimand…

“If there’s nothing else, I should take my leave,”

Fang Xi bowed again and walked out of the hall.

He had come today mainly to look for an opportunity to imprint the White Cloud Divine Intention Chart.

Once the Divine Intention Chart was in his hands, the White Cloud Martial Arts School really wouldn’t be of much use to him.

‘This is the trouble with third-rate martial arts; a slight breakthrough and I’m already reaching the limit, what should I do next?’

Fang Xi’s eyes flashed briefly as he thought of what to do next: “Yuanhe Mountain…”

…

“Junior brother, to tell the truth, father has also been frustrated for too long,”

When borrowing the Divine Intent Diagram, Mu Piaomiao made an excuse for Mu Canglong, “Father has been supporting the White Cloud Martial Arts School, and it’s quite hard work. The disciples below are not very capable, and it’s rare to have a junior brother like you…”

At this point, Mu Piaomiao also felt somewhat regretful.

As for Fang Xi, his talent in White Cloud Palm was indeed the best since the establishment of the White Cloud Martial Arts School.

However… the man was simply too wealthy.

Sometimes, being too wealthy isn’t a good thing.

For instance, had Fang Xi been a beggar or even an ordinary commoner, Mu Canglong might have considered adopting Fang Xi as a foster son and nurtured him with great care, to be used in the future to prop up the school’s reputation!

What is propping up the school’s reputation? Naturally, it meant sending him out to fight in martial arts competitions and exchange blows with other schools!

When the teacher grows old, the disciples also have a duty to fend off all challengers who approach their master.

If Fang Xi could fulfill this role, Mu Canglong might even marry Mu Piaomiao to him.

However… Fang Xi was just too rich!

How could he possibly risk his life fighting for a small martial arts school?

“Master’s painstaking efforts, I naturally understand…”

Fang Xi pondered for a moment, before hesitantly replying, “Well then, I can promise to make an appearance for the martial arts school once in the future!”

“Really?” Mu Piaomiao’s eyes slightly brightened.

“But I have a condition…” Seeing this, Fang Xi immediately put forth his demand.

“What condition?” Mu Piaomiao saw Fang Xi’s gaze fixated on her, which made her cheeks flush slightly, then she thought, ‘If it’s the junior brother’s request, it might not be unacceptable…’

A “I agree” was almost on the tip of her tongue.

Then she heard Fang Xi continue, “I want to study the White Cloud Divine Intention Chart alone… just for one night!”

“Ah?” Mu Piaomiao widened her eyes, looking somewhat flustered.

Fang Xi appeared a bit embarrassed as he explained, “Today, while studying the Divine Intention Diagram, I felt that I couldn’t get started, probably because it’s easy to get distracted when there are people around. That’s why I’ve made this unreasonable request.”

“Just to borrow the Divine Intention Chart… for one night?”

Mu Piaomiao couldn’t quite identify the feeling in her heart, but was suddenly very frustrated!

Such a good opportunity, and she had almost agreed…

“Of course, if Senior Sister is worried, you can stand guard outside the door and then verify after,” Fang Xi said with the demeanor of an upright gentleman.

But the next moment, Mu Piaomiao slammed the White Cloud scroll into Fang Xi’s arms: “Fine, I agree.”

Then she turned and ran off as if a monster were chasing her.

“Hehe…”

Fang Xi touched his nose.

He was well aware of Mu Piaomiao’s girlish thoughts; his sudden creation of an awkward atmosphere was just to make it uncomfortable for her to appear before him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he produced a blank jade slip and began copying…

Soon after, the White Cloud Divine Intention Chart was in his possession!

To Fang Xi, that was the only thing left in the White Cloud Martial Arts School that was worth noticing.

…

Nighttime.

Yuanhe Mountain Black Stone City branch.

A few martial artists were feasting, occasionally discussing some interesting anecdotes about the city.

The cold-looking woman in white, ‘Chun Yu,’ glanced at the young martial uncle ‘Linghu Yang’ at the head of the table, hesitating to speak.

This martial uncle was extraordinarily gifted, and when he was young, he was spotted by an elder of Yuanhe Mountain, who took him up the mountain as a personal disciple. Since then, he became unstoppable in the martial arts, breaking through to a realm above even a Principal of Martial Arts School at a young age!

It was precisely because of his focus on martial arts and lack of communication with others that he developed an aloof and eccentric character.

This was why the elder assigned him to enter the world and take charge of Black Stone City, hoping to temper his heart through the trials of mundane life.

However… it seemed that after all these years, he was still the same as before, not understanding any common human relations.

“Chun Yu, why do you hesitate to speak?”

Linghu Yang had very sharp senses. After drinking a cup of wine, he grew impatient and asked offhandedly.

Only then did Chun Yu slightly part her red lips: “Do you remember Fang Xi, martial uncle?”

Linghu Yang froze for a moment: “Who is this person?”

Chun Yu instantly felt helpless, but what could she do? Even some of the disciples of the branch couldn’t be named by martial uncle Linghu Yang.

She could only explain, “This person wanted to join our Yuanhe Mountain a few months ago, and after being rejected, went to the White Cloud Martial Arts School. Recently, there were reports that he practiced White Cloud Palm and attained the Three Transformations of Qi and Blood…”

“Is that so? It seems this person, although not exceptionally talented, is quite lucky,” Linghu Yang played with his wine cup: “He must be extremely compatible with the White Cloud Palm… But that’s it, such third-rate martial arts, how can they compare to the secret teachings of Yuanhe Mountain? This person will linger among the Masters of Martial Arts Schools all his life… Why bother mentioning him?”

Chun Yu replied with a wry smile, “I just regret that someone who could advance to the Three Transformations of Qi and Blood had at least some talent. Perhaps I was somewhat shortsighted that day.”

“If you misjudged, then you misjudged… How many gifted individuals are there in this world? Even if he’s an uncut jade, without somebody to carve him, he’ll never become a tool. Maybe right now, among the starving bodies lying by the roadside, there are geniuses more talented than I am, but what of it?”

Linghu Yang waved his hand dismissively, his eyes shimmering with a wise glow: “Martial arts are profound and vast; talent is just the threshold. What matters more is the resources you gather after you enter, the guidance from a teacher, and even your own diligence!”

Among these, cultivation is of the utmost importance!

Therefore, regardless of the outcome that day, Linghu Yang wouldn’t have any regrets because after practicing a third-rate martial art, the other person’s limit was already set.

“Indeed, what the martial uncle says is the ultimate truth,” a plump martial artist exclaimed upon hearing this, clapping his hands against the table: “We should clearly recognize this!”

Chun Yu glanced over and recognized him as the Sect caretaker ‘Qiao Wucha.’ This man was always flattering and obsequious, but his martial skills were indeed not bad, and his moves in a fight were vicious and ruthless.

She didn’t say much more.

Her disposition was naturally cool, and tonight she just felt a slight pang of emotion…