Cultivating Immortality in Two Realms

Chapter 12 Convoy

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Fang Qing stared at the darkening spring water before him, his face filled with frustration: "It's going to fail..."

To be honest, his first attempt to refine spiritual water failed entirely as he had expected.

But not knowing where you went wrong is a real headache.

"Fire is ever-changing, so it is difficult to control... But water is unpredictable. When you realize something is wrong, it's like a dam collapsing, and the damage is irreversible. In fact, the mistake was already made long ago... but you don't even know where it is."

Fang Qing scratched his head in frustration; this was the pain of not having a teacher to constantly instruct him.

Next, you either need to spend a lot of money to hire a mid-level alchemist for some guidance, or you need to spend your own money to buy more materials to increase your proficiency.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do either of those things.

"Sigh... One bad attempt at cultivation, and all my savings are gone."

Fang Qing sighed, but his eyes gradually hardened. He took out a flying boat from his storage bag and headed straight for the General Affairs Hall of Wanbao Island.

Inside the bronze hall, disciples came and went, as noisy as ever.

After circling around a few times, he began looking for a suitable task.

"Junior Brother Fang?"

Just then, a gentle male voice rang out.

Fang Qing looked over and saw that it was Senior Brother Hua Lianhua, with Yu Taohua standing next to him.

These two also entered the inner sect, but one is on Wanbao Island and the other is on Zhen Island.

"Senior Brother Hua, Junior Sister Yu..."

Fang Qing greeted them.

"What's up, junior brother? Are you getting ready to take on a mission? Want to join my fishing team?"

Senior Brother Hua laughed and said, "I rented a large double-hulled ship, which is capable of venturing into the deep sea."

If Fang Qing has no other plans, joining the fishing team is indeed a good idea.

Not only can it hone your combat skills, but it also provides a continuous supply of monster fish meat to eat.

Even if the effect is slightly less than that of elixirs, the cumulative effect over time is still considerable.

"Thank you for your kind offer, senior, but I still prefer to act alone."

Fang Qing refused outright, accepted a mission outside the sect, and hurried off.

Watching his retreating figure, Yu Taohua felt somewhat indignant: "She's just lucky to have hooked up with a disciple who has the potential to become a true disciple... Senior Brother Hua, haven't we already inquired and found out that Junior Sister Chazhu has gradually distanced herself from him? Why are you still being so polite?"

"It's just a formality; it doesn't affect any real interests. What's the harm in being polite?"

Senior Brother Hua smiled knowingly: "Who knows... this Junior Brother Fang might be able to turn things around in the future. After all, he has average talent, unlike those with inferior aptitude..."

……

Fang Qing casually accepted a task to purchase treasure fish, and then left the Bihaimen Mountain Gate.

This kind of procurement task requires visiting many fishing villages, which is very tedious and not very profitable, so it has always been a thankless task.

However, for him, having a legitimate excuse to go out was the best mission.

Fang Qing piloted the Green Leaf Boat and flew for a day and a night before finally landing in a wilderness and finding a cave to rest.

With a single thought, the world changed, and he arrived in the ancient land of Shu!

"Instead of risking our lives to capture sea monsters, it's much better to explore the ancient Shu world... After all, the rewards here are clearly greater!"

His eyes were deep and thoughtful as he began to take stock of his own assets.

"Cultivation level: Initial stage of Qi Refining, third level... Mastered Water Control Technique, Water Arrow Technique, Wind Control Technique, Heavenly Eye Technique..."

"A storage bag containing two bottles of fasting pills, a 'Golden Blade Talisman' with the strongest attack power, and a 'Earth Wall Talisman'... The only magical artifact is still the Green Leaf Boat for transportation."

"It looks so shabby, it doesn't even have a single offensive or defensive magic weapon..."

Fang Qing sighed.

Even if he didn't choose to spend all his money on alchemy, he still wouldn't have enough savings to buy a low-grade offensive magic weapon.

Furthermore, the reason for taking risks to refine pills is to obtain a stable life.

If he had a choice, he would definitely choose to stay in the Azure Sea Sect and cultivate until he reached a bottleneck before coming to this world to explore opportunities.

At this point, they were practically in a desperate situation.

If he had stayed in the Azure Sea Sect, he could already see the trajectory of his future: repeated failures in alchemy, financial ruin, even delays in cultivation, and ultimately, no hope of reaching the Foundation Establishment stage...

To build a foundation of hope, we must take a gamble!

"Moreover... I'm only making a preliminary exploration. As long as I can find cultivators, or even trading channels in the market, and be cautious, I can utilize both realms to obtain enormous wealth!"

……

"disease!"

In the mountains and forests, Fang Xing casually pointed, and a water arrow flew out, striking the forehead of a large tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead as fast as lightning.

The tiger fell to the ground without making a sound.

"The spells from the Azure Sea Sect actually work here..."

Fang Qing withdrew his magic seal, slightly surprised: "This makes things much more convenient... I can sense spiritual energy in the void, but something just feels off."

In his perception, the spiritual energy here was thin and subtly different from that on Jade Island, where the golden fire spiritual energy was abundant.

"Could it be because ancient Shu was located inland? Or is it because they were two different worlds?"

"Forget it... I definitely can't figure out such a high-level question. I should make contact with the cultivators in this world first. Before that, I need to keep a disguise."

With a thought, Fang Qing's magical power within his dantian vanished without a trace, most of it transforming into 'Yuan Qi' for storage, with only a few strands falling and becoming 'Divine Martial Force'.

This "Divine Martial Force" comes from the "Divine Martial Secret Manual," and is an unparalleled martial art. Fang Qing had casually glanced at it during his spare time over the past three years of study.

At this moment, even when facing a Foundation Establishment cultivator, one can only tell that he is a mortal, or a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm, with no magical power in his body.

"Hmm... As a martial arts master in the mortal world, that's more than enough for wandering the martial arts world."

Fang Qing touched her face.

If three years ago I was still a boy, now I have become a tall, handsome young swordsman with striking eyebrows and bright eyes.

Even if the Luo family issued an arrest warrant for him three years ago, the portrait would certainly not look like him now.

……

"Why is this Ba County in such a mess?"

Fang Qing casually struck a soldier who was trying to rob him, killing him instantly, and frowned.

This is the third wave of robbers since he set out disguised as a chivalrous swordsman.

He also learned a lot of information from the other party.

Since the plague broke out in Ba County three years ago, there has been no peace. A group of rebel soldiers appeared out of nowhere, attacking cities and seizing territories everywhere, causing countless refugees and rampant bandits.

The "Tianfu City" that Fang Qing had visited before was already dilapidated and had almost become a dead city.

"Three years of plague, and now war... The plague was caused by the Black Gu Sect, but what about the war?"

Just as he was pondering this, another commotion arose from ahead.

Fang Qing strode forward and climbed a hillside, where he saw a group of knights below, fiercely attacking a caravan.

Although the caravan was small, mostly consisting of women and children, it included several young swordsmen with decent martial arts skills who protected the bandits with their swords, making it difficult for the bandits to subdue them.

"These bandits also appear to be defeated soldiers... Their movements subtly reveal military discipline... They are divided into several groups, trying to wear down the martial arts masters. Once their internal energy is depleted, they will likely suffer the consequences."

As an observer, Fang Qing had a clear understanding of the situation.

"what!"

Sure enough, in no time, a cold arrow pierced through the sword light and went straight through the chest of a young swordsman.

The young swordsman coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground in despair.

"Third brother?"

Upon seeing this, the young swordsman in the lead was practically bloodshot: "You hold them off... I'm going to assassinate the enemy leader!"

His three-foot-long sword danced in his hand, faintly emitting a dragon's roar, protecting him so tightly that it was impenetrable, and he actually charged into the enemy formation alone!

"Hmm, faced with a desperate situation, instead of running away, he fought to the death? That's a real man!"

Fang Qing nodded to himself, and out of caution, silently activated the 'Heavenly Eye Technique'.

This is a spiritual eye technique that all cultivators of the Azure Sea Sect practice, which allows them to observe fluctuations in spiritual and magical power.

Of course, it's actually not very useful against high-level cultivators.

But then, he exclaimed in surprise, for he actually saw a few faint lights in the convoy!

"There are fluctuations of spiritual energy, but it's not a cultivator; is it a spiritual being?"

"Finally...we've found a clue."

He was overjoyed, and then he saw the swordsman roar and rush to the location of the leader of the chaotic cavalry.

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

The leader let out a long roar and swung his ghost-headed broadsword horizontally.

Billiards!

As swords clashed, the swordsman was immediately alarmed: "Not good... this person's skill actually surpasses mine!"

"Haha, this little brat's martial arts are no good, yet he tries to be a good Samaritan... He's gotten himself into trouble, hasn't he?"

The leader laughed loudly, and the ghost-headed broadsword flashed with a black light.

In just over a dozen moves, he knocked the sword out of the swordsman's hand.

"My life is over..."

The swordsman's face turned ashen, and he was about to die when suddenly a loud bang rang in his ears.

Snapped!

The demon-headed broadsword crashed to the ground, next to which lay a spinning pine cone.

"this……"

The swordsman looked toward the spot from which the pine cone had flown and witnessed an unbelievable scene.

A young man wearing a straw hat was strolling leisurely toward him.

The surrounding bandits shouted and yelled, but neither swords, spears, nor arrows could get within three feet of each other.

It's as if there's a 'wall of air' around the opponent's body, three feet in diameter!

"An immortal?"

The leader of the mutinous soldiers also changed his expression drastically, then quickly shook his head: "No... he's a martial arts grandmaster whose achievements have been unparalleled throughout history... Good heavens, even if someone started practicing martial arts from the womb, could they possibly reach this level?"

Without a second thought, he covered his head and ran away.

However, Fang Qing lightly stepped forward and caught up with the person behind him, flicking his right finger.

Stab it!

A powerful force, straight as a spear, struck the leader squarely in the back, blasting a bloody hole in him.

"The leader is dead!"

"Run!"

"That's not a human, it's a monster!"

When the surrounding cavalry saw their leader dead and Fang Qing seemingly invulnerable, they fled in terror.

Are you alright?

Fang Qing looked at the swordsman and had a fairly good impression of him.

Although he considered himself not a good person, he still greatly admired such chivalrous individuals and enjoyed making friends with them.

After all, even a petty person hopes that their friends are all good people.