Chapter 251: Entering the Blessed Land (Early Month Request for Monthly Tickets)

"The Nascent Soul lineage, truly extraordinary."

Fang Xing naturally knew that such a sentient spiritual treasure was far superior to the 'Green Yang Demon Lamp' in his possession.

It might even be a fourth-rank middle-grade, or even fourth-rank upper-grade spiritual treasure!

If placed within a grand array and drawing in the qi of a fourth-rank spiritual vein, it could likely unleash several strikes in succession.

Equivalent to a reusable fourth-rank technique—though insufficient for offense, it was more than enough to safeguard one's foundation.

"It seems the Mu family is the leader among these Jin Dan lineages."

Fang Xing said coolly.

No matter how glorious a Nascent Soul lineage may be, it cannot withstand the passage of time.

Once the Nascent Soul True Lord dies of old age and no second True Lord emerges, the family can barely cling to its legacy with its accumulated reserves.

"Indeed... I heard the Mu family has a prodigy who has condensed a half-step Golden Core. This time, he's likely aiming for the Nascent Soul Fruit..."

Meng Meng Xingtong's face showed concern as she transmitted a mental message.

If a Mu sect cultivator ascends to Nascent Soul, wouldn't the already fragile peace of the Great Jing cultivation world plunge back into chaos?

For family cultivators like them—low in cultivation yet relying on ancestral holdings—nothing was more dreaded than widespread turmoil in the cultivation world.

Yet for those cultivators with sufficient strength but insufficient power or resources, they yearned for war and craved chaos!

At this moment, on the other side of the mountain, numerous demonic cultivators suddenly appeared.

Some rode blood clouds, others sat upon white bone thrones, and still others were followed by legions of corpses forged from vengeful spirits—all radiating dense demonic qi.

"They're from the demonic sects and lineages... They've arrived; it's time to ascend the mountain."

Mrs. Die Rui chuckled lightly.

The next instant.

Boom!

A series of astonishing spiritual power fluctuations emerged—each reaching late Foundation Establishment or even Foundation Establishment completion!

Even ordinary late Foundation Establishment cultivators felt oppressed—this was the aura of a Golden Core!

Ten figures split into two opposing sides, while behind them stood Foundation Establishment elders and officials riding the flying treasures of their respective Nascent Soul sects.

"They're cultivators from the Ten Great Orthodox and Demonic Sects."

The cultivators below erupted in exclamations.

Fang Xing glanced over and spotted Fu Fu Hongyi among them.

Besides him, 'Zhengqi Zi' wore a Confucian robe, his appearance refined, holding a scroll like a scholarly scholar, subtly stepping half a pace forward as the leader of the orthodox side.

On the demonic side, facing Zhengqi Zi, stood a man with a face as pale as gold, clad in a black robe, looking as if he were moments from passing away.

He was 'Yuzhen Zi', one of the Six Demonic Heroes, from Zi Yang Sect.

Among the Five Orthodox Sons and Five Demonic Heroes present, only he stood equal to Zhengqi Zi, his cultivation having reached Foundation Establishment completion!

After exchanging a few mental messages, both sides surged upward toward Gui Xu Mountain.

Swish!

Above their heads, a multitude of Linlang Tokens appeared, transforming into rings of light.

Each Foundation Establishment expert from the orthodox and demonic sects immediately flew into the rings.

Boom!

Gui Xu Mountain trembled violently as thick silver-white light pillars descended, enveloping each ring.

The cultivators within the rings vanished instantly.

Among them, Fu Fu Hongyi's ring contained only one person, making it conspicuously prominent.

"Little Fu truly is one man, one sword. Does Tian Gu Jian Sect only have one participant this time? Typical sword cultivator style!"

Fang Xing nodded slightly.

He had no intention of acknowledging him—first, how would he explain his sudden surge in cultivation? Second, the actions he planned within the secret realm were bound to provoke punishment and pursuit from Nascent Soul True Lords of both orthodox and demonic sides.

He didn't want to drag another into this.

"Let's go!"

From the opposite ranks of free cultivators, as Tian Chen Zi waved his dust whisk, the original formation instantly split into five-man squads, charging into Gui Xu Mountain.

"Formless gathering and dispersal... this man's formation expertise is impressive."

Song Song Ningjing, witnessing this, couldn't help but be surprised.

"Let's go too... the Linlang Token will randomly teleport us to the outer edges of the Linlang Blessed Land. The good news is we can go together as five."

Meng Meng Xingtong said to 'Feng Shangren'.

"Go ahead."

Fang Xing nodded, summoning a streak of green light from his sleeve; a jade token emerged, forming a ring of light that enveloped the four women.

The moment they entered Gui Xu Mountain, a silver-white light pillar crashed down.

"So this is teleportation?"

Fang Xing carefully sensed the sensation of teleportation—the cultivation arts of the Great Wasteland were truly crude, lacking even teleportation arrays.

Only this kind of blessed land teleportation allowed him to slightly perceive the subtle transformations of void energy.

At this moment, his vision was filled with endless yellow sands.

Not far away stood black stone pillars, some broken, inscribed with strange runes.

Mrs. Die Rui, Song Song Ningjing, Meng Meng Xingtong, and Meng Meng Xingyu landed nearby and instinctively gathered together.

"This place... seems to be the 'Western Extreme Desert' within the Linlang Blessed Land!"

Song Song Ningjing flicked her sword qi, piercing a strange red-skinned, black-striped scorpion from the desert: "This is the local specialty—the Crimson Sand Black Scorpion!"

Her voice carried a hint of excitement.

Fang Xing knew exactly why she was excited—the underground stone cave sealed by the Crystal Divine Light restriction lay precisely in this region!

"As previously agreed, upon entering, we head first to the nearest resource point..."

He summoned a jade slip, infused it with spiritual power, and a holographic map appeared.

"The Linlang Blessed Land is vast—nearly a miniature world... even a Foundation Establishment cultivator might not traverse it from end to end in a month."

And the blessed land's opening lasts at most one month!

Planning the route was crucial.

Since each Foundation Establishment female cultivator had her own needs, they must first determine their entry location before plotting the route.

"We are currently in the Western Extreme Desert..."

Fang Xing lightly tapped the western desert on the map: "We proceed first through Wan Zang Mountain, Zheng Qian Gu Forest, Dao Feng Gorge... then enter the central region, where spiritual resources and ancient palaces are most abundant."

"That cave is somewhere in Wan Zang Mountain!" Song Song Ningjing's eyes lit up—she was very satisfied.

Even obtaining a little ten-thousand-year stone milk would be a fourth-rank spiritual item!

For a Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivator, even selling it could fetch considerable cultivation resources.

"Hmm, we can scavenge some resource points along the way, but the central region remains the priority..."

Fang Xing paused thoughtfully: "Once we reach the central region, I intend to visit 'Shen Ying Cliff'!"

At this, the four women's expressions changed.

Shen Ying Cliff was the core of the Linlang Blessed Land, brimming with countless mysterious restrictions; upon it grew the 'Nine Yuan Nascent Soul Vine,' which bore a few 'Shen Ying Fruits' every five hundred years—anywhere from one to nine, depending on fate—renowned as the greatest opportunity for Nascent Soul condensation in Great Jing!

"You intend to lay claim to a Nascent Soul spiritual item?"

Meng Meng Xingtong looked at Feng Shangren as if seeing him for the first time: "That will surely become the fiercest battleground between orthodox and demonic sides... even late Foundation Establishment cultivators may struggle to approach it..."

"Heh, one must at least try—perhaps my fortune has turned, and I'll succeed."

Fang Xing grinned.

"Master..."

At this moment, Mrs. Die Rui purred: "You promised you'd accompany me to the Northern Region to seek the 'Ling Ming Butterfly'..."

"We sisters also go to the Northern Region's Spirit Herb Garden to seek the 'Nine Lie Catching Dragon Grass'!" Meng's elder sister declared firmly.

"Fine. We'll first check near Shen Ying Cliff, then head to the Northern Region!"

Fang Xing seemed to sense something, and a faint smile appeared.

Their route covered the Western Desert, Central Region, and Northern Region—barely enough time in a month.

Meanwhile, my true body can scour the Central Region, Eastern Seas, and Southern Wastelands for spiritual items.

The Central Region holds the richest resources, so I can linger there longer.

Perfect!

Just now, he had tested it.

Using his golden finger, he could teleport directly into the Linlang Blessed Land.

Even...

Not the random teleportation of the Linlang Token—he could precisely locate himself beside his cultivation avatar!

'It seems all Wan Fa Nascent Souls can do this... Does the Linlang Blessed Land classify false Nascent Soul cultivators as eligible? No—my golden finger's rank overrides the blessed land's rules?'

Fang Xing was overjoyed inside.

Now he could drop the act!

The five boarded Meng Meng Xingyu's flying chariot and immediately set off.

Less than half an hour into flight, Fang Xing's expression changed: "Trouble..."

Splash!

Amidst the vast, swirling sands, a figure shot up from beneath the earth, radiating an astonishing aura.

Zing!

In a clear, dragon-like sword hum, the Huyan Qiushui Sword's icy blade slashed through the golden sands and struck the attacker.

Ding!

The attacker chuckled softly and extended his right hand.

His fingers were pale and delicate, emitting a faint golden glow; no matter how hard the Huyan Qiushui Sword's edge struck them, he merely flicked them outward.

The Huyan Qiushui Sword let out a mournful cry and flew back into Song Song Ningjing's grasp.

"Impossible—my Huyan Qiushui Sword is so sharp even a third-rank mid-grade body cultivator dares not block it bare-handed… Could it be… third-rank upper-grade? He's not even wearing spiritual armor and can withstand a treasure outright?!"

Song Song Ningjing immediately felt her sword heart shaken.

In this world, body cultivators still fall under the broader category of cultivators—even third-rank ones must prepare a set of treasure armor.

But this sudden body cultivator's physique was so brutally strong that even third-rank upper-grade beast beasts would feel ashamed in comparison.

"A master!"

"Could he be someone the Master Qiao family or the Heartless Child summoned?"

Meng Meng Xingyu held her sister's hand; the two sisters activated a combined secret technique, and a veil of starlight descended like a dream.

She sent a mental whisper: "Sister… should we leave?"

"Wait a little longer."

In Meng Meng Xingtong's hand, a high-grade talisman materialized; she bit her lip and whispered inwardly: "Feng Wanfa Shiren is acting strange—he dared stand up to the Heartless Child before, yet now he's heading to the Divine Nascent Soul Cliff after entering the Blessed Land… He must have some hidden confidence."

"Come on then!"

Fang Xing, disguised as "Feng Wanfa Shiren," laughed loudly, raised his hand, and summoned the blue flying blade treasure he had taken from the dead man, slashing toward the original.

"Hmph!"

The original snorted coldly and met the blow with his fist.

When the original reached Golden Core in martial arts, his martial will had already been rated by Huo Huo Moqing as quasi-fourth-rank spiritual attack.

After entering the Jin Gang realm, his martial will surged even further.

At this cold snort, all four female cultivators at the early stage of Foundation Establishment were simultaneously stunned.

In that instant, Fang Xing's original body revealed the Wanfa Nascent Soul, grinning as it teleported instantly to the top of Fang Xing's cultivation avatar's head, sinking through the crown into the Lower Dantian and sitting cross-legged.

Waves of pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivation energy appeared; Fang Xing's cultivation avatar instantly felt powerful again!

He laughed, held back nine-tenths of his power, and sent out a single pulse of cultivation energy.

The blue flying blade treasure instantly surged as if fed a supreme pill, blazing with brilliant light, suddenly splitting into two, then four…

Above and below, all space was engulfed in arcs of blue blades.

"Late-stage Foundation Establishment?!"

Di Rui, having just regained her senses, saw this and beamed with joy: "Feng Wanfa Shiren secretly broke through to late-stage Foundation Establishment? We're saved!"