Chapter 937: Fang Village (5400 Supplement)

Shushan Prefecture.

Emei Mountain.

This mountain has beautiful scenery, stretches for an unknown distance, and is lush with forests and swirling immortal Qi, producing Spirit Medicine such as Solomon's seal, poria, and ginseng.

There are even herb gatherers and woodcutters who claim with certainty that they have seen immortals on this mountain, and occasionally, flying Sword Light can be seen, which attracts many young heroes of the Jianghu and scholars to come seeking immortals and asking about the Taoism.

Unfortunately... the vast majority of them wander in the deep mountains and old forests for a long time, only to emerge disheveled, or even be eaten by jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards.

The foot of Emei Mountain.

In a mountain village, cooking smoke rises in curls.

Because beyond that circle of white mist lies the Emei protective Array Formation—the Two Worlds Ten Directions Dust Array, built with the Purple-Green One-Qi Divine Talisman as its core! It is known as the number one Great Array in this realm!

"Many thanks!"

The direction he chose, seemingly while chasing prey, was the path leading to the Emei Mountain gate.

Aaron laughed, brought the two back home, and roasted a wild rabbit to treat the two children.

Without a doubt...

As time passed, these two youths came to believe it was true!

"Emei Wanfo Peak..."

At this time, they were both clinging to Fang Yu, eagerly calling him brother.

Fang Yu was only a youth of sixteen or seventeen, and these two were even younger, around fourteen or fifteen; one had slightly coarse features and a simple, honest look, and was named Fang Jing.

Suddenly, a foul wind struck from the front, and a large tiger with hanging eyes and a white forehead leaped out!

'It feels quite strange to offer incense to myself every time like this...'

After entering the deep mountains, he chose a direction and began to trek over mountains and through waters.

Fang Xiaolong and Fang Jing looked at each other, both seeing the excitement of death-seeking inherited from a line of mischievous children in each other's eyes.

Fang Jing widened his eyes.

After two days and one night.

Aaron hid to one side, feeling quite speechless in his heart: 'However... it is time to arrange an encounter, isn't it?'

Several hours later, in the dense forest.

"Yu... just in time, the clan is opening the ancestral hall, hurry and go!"

Just as Aaron went over to pick up his prey, he suddenly looked up and saw two rays of Light, one after the other, entering Emei again.

Whoosh!

He fired his bow and arrow, instantly hitting a wild rabbit.

"Yu, going hunting again?"

"You two little gluttons, are you craving the meat I roasted?"

Fang Jing swallowed his saliva, looking at the vast sea of trees, feeling a little afraid.

A lifetime of cultivation and even Changsheng, all cast to the winds!

Aaron said this sentence, then fell into a drowsy sleep.

Aaron pretended to have no interest in Emei Mountain at all and began hunting nearby.

"However, do I have to go up personally now?"

Fang Yu was a child born and raised in this village.

The next day.

"Are there really monsters in the mountains?"

Aaron muttered to himself, knowing that no matter how close he got, he could never truly reach that mountain gate.

Fang Clan Ancestral Hall!

Several clan elders looked solemn as they pulled the red cloth off a stone tablet.

"Xiaolong, I'm scared!"

"Of course..."

Aaron mingled among the clansmen, perfunctorily completing this clan sacrifice, and when it dispersed, two little ones followed him.

"Of course there are... for example, near that Old Dragon Pool, there is a toad as big as a millstone; let me tell you, it must have become a monster!"

In the jungle.

Fang Xiaolong asked another question: "Since there are monsters, why is our village completely fine?"

"Ti... Tiger!"

"It's an immortal!"

Aaron thought for a moment and made a secret decision.

Having taken root at the foot of Emei Mountain for a hundred years, it would be a joke if he still couldn't find the Emei Sect mountain gate.

Aaron shoved a wild chicken over, went home to put away his prey first, and then strolled toward the ancestral hall.

"Still, it's safer to find a way to send those few decent Fang Family children in, to scout the path before considering anything else?"

Aaron took a swig of fine wine from a yellow-skinned gourd, wiped his mouth, and said.

"Yes!"

This was the "Dragon Overlord" story Aaron often told in their ears about someone being passed by a Sword Immortal, who saw their potential, took them as a disciple, and entrusted them with the sect's foundation and a beautiful junior sister.

Fang Xiaolong and Fang Jing were dizzy and had long since lost their way in the jungle.

Fang Xiaolong swallowed his saliva, with the Ox Horn Bow he 'borrowed' from brother Fang Yu on his back: "Presumably there's no danger... and if we can meet an immortal, maybe they will take us as disciples?"

Aaron had already seen a mountain peak, its summit reflecting the morning sun as if cast from gold, with a circle of white mist permeating its surroundings.

"If not for me driving away the wild beasts for them along the way, they would have died at least ten times over."

The two of them snuck out of their homes, wanting to see that toad the size of a millstone, as well as the immortals.

"Don't be afraid, I have been to Old Dragon Pool."

"You still don't understand this? Because on Emei Mountain, there are immortals. Haven't you heard your family members talk about seeing that Sword Light fly past? With an immortal's dojo here, what monster would dare to act wantonly?"

The other one, whose eyeballs darted around nimbly and who possessed a clever air, was named Fang Xiaolong.

Roar! Roar!

A Family Elder announced loudly.

In Aaron's heart, there had long been a statistical table listing the Emei Sword Lights he had seen over these years!

Several days later, carrying a full harvest, Aaron returned to Fang Family Village.

Fang Xiaolong gnawed on a front leg, his hands covered in grease as he ate, and shouted: "Yu... how about I go up the mountain with you to learn hunting? You teach me to hunt, and I will honor you every day in the future..."

Their branch was led here a hundred years ago by the Fang Family ancestor 'Fang Leshui' to settle at the foot of Emei Mountain, successfully avoiding the continuous wars.

Since he had decided to disguise his identity, he was very seriously playing this role.

A woman who was washing clothes hurriedly called out.

Several Fang Family elders sat on their bluestone steps smoking dry tobacco; seeing Aaron, they greeted him with chuckles.

Thinking of this, he secretly scattered some bait, which was precisely the Tiger-Repelling Prescription deduced from the Lure Demon Manual!

Faintly, it actually began to diffuse a blue-purple color.

On the stone tablet, the names of the Fang ancestors were clearly inscribed, and the very first one was none other than 'Fang Leshui'!

"Salute!"

Aaron wore clothing tanned from animal hides and carried an Ox Horn Bow on his back, answering with a smile.

"Calculating the frequency, Emei probably recruits a batch of Disciple every thirty or forty years; is it time now?"

"Haha... the mountain is extremely dangerous, not to mention the tigers, wild boars, and wolves... there are also many things that cannot be clearly described, for example... Demon!"

Nowadays, a new dynasty has been established in the outside world, entering a prosperous age in all aspects, and the Fang Family has also multiplied in population, forming a village.

Fang Xiaolong and Fang Jing nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice.

This Array is claimed to be able to refine the Primordial Spirit; once, a Demonic Dao titan at the Primordial Spirit level attacked Emei, only to be trapped in the Array and refined to death!

Aaron seemed to be overcome by drunkenness, gesturing wildly: "But you absolutely must not go!"

He foolishly opened his mouth wide to perform, while inwardly he said to himself: "Saw it again, today's luck is not bad..."

Fang Xiaolong was so scared that he collapsed directly onto the ground, his voice even becoming stuttering.

"Run!"

Fang Jing hurriedly stepped forward, grabbing Fang Xiaolong's arm to drag him, but how could he drag him?

(End of this chapter)