543: 303 Evil Spirit_2 543: 303 Evil Spirit_2 “Then I’m off, see you if destiny allows!”
Nie Chen said, then explosively retreated, vanishing into the night.
Fang Zhixing and Xigou exchanged glances.
“This Nie Chen, his strength is too weak.”
Xigou couldn’t help but snicker, “And he calls himself a Heavenly Person?”
Fang Zhixing said nothing, swung himself onto Xigou’s back.
Man and dog began treasure hunting everywhere.
[Walk eight miles to the right, beside the river there is a Yingxiang Grass.]
“This Yingxiang Grass is not bad, inhaling its smoke while breathing deepens spiritual power.”
Fang Zhixing happily accepted it.
[To your right-hand side, there is a valley, enter it and go upstream to find a mound, dig down three meters.]
Seeing this, Fang Zhixing immediately directed Xigou into the valley.
Soon, they stumbled upon a giant beast, towering at fifty meters tall, with a ghostly face, a blood-red nose, and a tuft of goatee on its chin.
“Could this Mutant Beast be a Mountain Demon?”
Fang Zhixing’s spirits rose, regardless of what the creature was, its ferocity unquestionably indicated it was Fifth Level.
A good opportunity to perform task nine had come.
Without another word, Fang Zhixing tightly grasped the Five Elements Ten Thousand People Blade and chopped down with a terrifying Sword Gang.
A moment later…
Man and dog found the mound.
Xigou took on the grunt work, his front paws furiously digging.
Soon enough, he reached three meters deep, his paws touching something.
“Fang Zhixing, there’s a jar here.” Xigou called out.
At his words, Fang Zhixing promptly got into the hole, scraped away the soil, revealing something that looked like a wine jar.
A stone slab covered the top of the wine jar.
Fang Zhixing overturned the slab and saw many carvings on it.
Regrettably, he didn’t recognize a single character on the stone slab; they were foreign and strange.
“Hmm, it might be the native script of this world.”
Fang Zhixing threw aside the slab and dug out the jar.
[Congratulations, you’ve obtained a jug of ‘Fiery Flame Wine,’ personally brewed by Fire Command True Monarch, sealed here for over seven hundred years.]
Fang Zhixing’s brow furrowed, and he clicked his tongue, “Who is this Fire Command True Monarch, and why did he hide the wine jar in this place?”
Xigou continued, “Who knows, the Fifth-Level Restricted Area is like a whole new world, filled with innumerable unsolved mysteries, it’s impossible for us to figure every one of them out.”
Fang Zhixing thought so too and packed away the wine jar.
He glanced again at the stone slab, picked it back up, and took it with him.
After that, they set off once more, tirelessly searching for treasures.
Time passed slowly…
[Fifteen miles to your left, there’s a peculiar tree bearing a Spirit Fruit that extends life if consumed.]
Fang Zhixing’s spirit was immediately lifted, and he hurried over.
Upon arrival, the place turned out to be a mountain peak, three to four hundred meters tall.
Atop the mountain grew a towering tree, standing tall like a pavilion.
The tree exuded flickering Spiritual Light, glittering in the night like stars fallen to earth.
“Let’s go up!”
At Fang Zhixing’s command, Xigou flicked his stubbed tail and exerted force in all four legs, leaping up.
In two or three bounds, Xigou reached the summit.
Upon closer inspection, the tree looked even more enormous, its thick trunk requiring six people to embrace, branches and leaves shimmered with emerald light, full of lush greenery.
Amidst the branches hung glowing fruit, shaped like gourds, snow-white and crystal clear, emanating a wonderful fruity aroma, refreshing to the heart.
“Spirit Fruit, extends life…”
Fang Zhixing leapt, climbing the tree to pick the Spirit Fruits.
“Who’s there?!”
Suddenly, an angry shout rang out.
Fang Zhixing was startled; he had thoroughly checked the surroundings a moment ago and detected no living creatures.
Where had this person come from?
Fang Zhixing looked around quickly, yet he saw no ghostly figure.
In his Divine Soul Perception, there was nothing either.
The angry shout just then seemed like an illusion.
“Xigou, did you hear anything?” Fang Zhixing asked through spiritual communication.
Xigou was puzzled for a moment, then replied, “What?”
Fang Zhixing was silent for a while, then reached for a Spirit Fruit.
“Stop!”
The angry shout rang out once again.
Fang Zhixing concentrated his mind, his Divine Soul Perception heightened to the extreme.
Suddenly, he looked down beneath the tree, where there was a cluster of gray mist on the ground.
Deep within the mist, there seemed to be a vague figure of a human outline.
The person sat cross-legged, resembling an old Taoist, staring intently at Fang Zhixing with a face full of shock and anger.
Fang Zhixing narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke, “Who are you?”
The old Taoist seemed to have heard his response, showing an astonished expression and shouting tremulously, “How dare you, evil spirit, you, you…”
“Evil spirit?”
Fang Zhixing was stunned and frowned, “You think I am an evil spirit?
And who exactly are you?”
The old Taoist closed his eyes, muttering, “A steadfast Daoist heart, not to be bewitched!
An eternal Daoist heart, no evil can invade!”
Seeing this, Fang Zhixing snorted coldly in his mind and plucked a Spirit Fruit.
“Ah!”
The old Taoist flew into a rage, suddenly biting his finger.
At the same time, a yellow talisman appeared out of thin air.
He used his blood to inscribe a mysterious Daoist talisman on it, then fiercely slapped it!
Hum!
The void trembled!
The yellow talisman turned into a shooting star, piercing through the gray mist and shooting towards Fang Zhixing with immense momentum.
Fang Zhixing looked disdainful, reached up to grab the yellow talisman.
Woosh!
The talisman caught fire, flames shooting up half a meter high.
Fang Zhixing only felt a warmth on his hand, and then there was no more.
Seeing this scene!
The old Taoist’s face changed dramatically, his expression becoming incredibly unsightly.
Fang Zhixing asked again, “Who exactly are you?”
The old Taoist said tremblingly, “I am a hermit of Feiliu Mountain, by the Emperor’s command I guard the ‘Tree of Longevity’.
This precious tree bears fruit once every three thousand years, and consuming one grants five hundred years of extended life.”
Fang Zhixing was silent for a moment, then asked, “Why do you believe I’m an evil spirit?”
The old Taoist exclaimed, “You creatures appear and disappear without a trace, stealing treasures that belong to us.
If not an evil spirit, then what?
Moreover, look at yourself in a mirror, with an aura of black air, monstrous head, and body covered in snake scales, plus numerous huge tentacles and eyes, you have no human shape at all.”
Fang Zhixing quietly listened, his face growing increasingly tight.
He pointed to the ground and pondered, “What does the place where you are look like?”
The old Taoist spoke with conviction, detailing, “This is one of the thirty-six cave heavens, also the sacred place of cultivation for our Feiliu Sword Sect, an endless expanse of beauty, like a dream, like fantasy.”
Fang Zhixing looked around, but this was clearly just an inconspicuous mountaintop.
That is to say, he and the old Taoist, although in the same space, were seeing completely different scenes.
“The last time I entered a Fifth Level Restricted Area, nothing like this happened.
Could it be because…”
Fang Zhixing suddenly had a realization.
“I have been enlightened!”
“Spiritual power surged unexpectedly, undergoing a transformation, a qualitative change!”
Fang Zhixing’s thoughts churned, and with boundless augmentation of spiritual power, he might be able to perceive many unbelievable existences.
In the old Taoist’s eyes, Fang Zhixing looked grotesque and hideous.
“After all this commotion, it turns out I am the evil spirit!”
Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but laugh softly, then asked carefully, “Old hermit, you and I are not in the same world.
What level of Restricted Area is your world?”
The old Taoist looked bewildered, frowning, “What level?
What do you mean by Restricted Area?”
Fang Zhixing immediately changed his question, “Are you able to enter other worlds?”
The old Taoist shook his head, “Shattering the Void, such a thing has always been nothing but a baseless legend since ancient times.”
Fang Zhixing understood, and was about to say something when the gray mist suddenly rolled up and then collapsed and dissipated.
The old Taoist also vanished without a trace.
Fang Zhixing sighed, and immediately set about picking the Spirit Fruits.
There were a total of five ripe Spirit Fruits on the tree.
Fang Zhixing did not stand on ceremony, claiming them all for himself.
He jumped down from the tree.
Xigou asked in confusion, “What were you just mumbling about nonstop?”
Fang Zhixing related the recent events to him.
Xigou listened with wide eyes, finding it incredibly strange and beyond imagination.
“Individuals from two different dimensions actually had an interaction…”