Chapter 607: Entrusted with a Task in a Crisis

Qingmu Ridge.

The sun rose in the east and set in the west; this day was just like any other.

Fang Xing was planting an evergreen tree, and by this time, he also had a sense of urgency in his heart.

After the seedlings were planted, he no longer held back and directly cast his divine ability plus the 【Plant Growth】 talent.

In an instant!

This tree seedling grew vigorously and strengthened...

It actually seemed to have passed a hundred years of time in an instant, turning into a hundred-year-old ancient tree!

"Actually instantly ripened a hundred years?"

Beside him, the few assisting disciples' eyelids twitched: 'With such a divine ability... why isn't he the Hall Master of Shennong Hall?'

"The last node is also perfected..."

Fang Xing released his own perception and could see dots of green light already covering the entire Qingmu Ridge.

In this short period of time, it was naturally impossible for him to fill the entire Qingmu Ridge with evergreen trees.

But many key nodes had his own influence, combined with the wild forest that already existed, and his own natural affinity, it was already enough to form a large "Sacred Land in the Forest," encompassing the entire sect within it.

'I just don't know... who will be the first to suffer under this set?'

Fang Xing's heart moved: 'However, it's better to wait until I reach Level 20 Druid...'

The Druid profession had a leap every 5 levels.

A Level 20 Druid was equivalent to a Yang Spirit Great Zhenjun of this world!

If there was also the assistance of the Sacred Land in the Forest, he would not fear even facing a Great Cultivator at the Mid-Stage or even Late Stage of the Yang Spirit.

Just then, the sound of urgent bells rang out!

It was intense and short... not long after, it broke forty-nine rings.

Not only that!

The bell ringing showed no sign of stopping, continuing all the time, as if urging for life.

"What?"

A hint of surprise appeared on Fang Xing's face, and he rode an escape light to the Dan Laozu Hall.

Now, most of Qingmu Ridge's power was on the front line, and there were very few cultivators in the Dan Laozu Hall.

He scanned it and found that the only acquaintances were Fei Yong and Min Zinong, and he nodded to greet them.

Fei Yong naturally greeted him with a smile, and Min Zinong had already been transferred away, so there was no conflict of interest, and he also returned a smile.

Fang Xing looked forward, and his eyelids twitched slightly.

He saw that two of the three green jade cushions were empty, and only one remained, which was Qing Yuzi's.

However, this strongest Yin Spirit True Person of Qingmu Ridge looked quite disheveled at this moment, not only was his aura weak, suspected to be seriously injured, but even the wooden sword on his back was broken by a section.

His expression no longer had its previous indifference, but instead carried a hint of lingering fear, like a bird startled by the bow.

A green light flashed, and Dan Laozu Qingmu's figure appeared, his face as heavy as water, his eyes also carrying a hint of fear and confusion.

"Cut the crap, the front line is finished, immediately start the 'Fire Seed Plan'... many disciples, break out in separate groups."

Dan Laozu Qingmu waved his hand, seemingly very exhausted.

"What?"

Upon hearing this, it was simply earth-shattering!

"The front line supported by our ten righteous and evil sects, how could it be defeated?"

Fei Yong stood up, ignoring the order of seniority, and asked blankly.

'Sure enough, defeated, not only defeated, but a disastrous defeat, a great defeat... even Dan Laozu Qingmu has no hope of holding the nest? That's why he is breaking out directly?'

Fang Xing's heart moved.

Qingmu Ridge had the Grass and Trees as Soldiers formation, although it performed generally during the last battle with the Blood Shadow Sect, that was because Dan Laozu Qingmu hadn't made a move yet, and there was an idea of preserving strength.

Theoretically, this kind of large sect's mountain-protecting formation, if its power was fully unleashed, was enough to resist a Yang Spirit Great Zhenjun for a long time.

If Dan Laozu Qingmu, an Early Yang Spirit Realm cultivator, was presiding over it, it would be enough to deal with the siege of several cultivators of the same rank!

But now, everything had to be abandoned!

Below, it was in a mess, but Dan Laozu Qingmu closed his eyes, not wanting to say more.

Qing Yuzi opened his mouth with a hint of decadence: "Finished! All finished... The Left Envoy of the Killing Life Sect is actually a Great Cultivator at the Late Stage of the Yang Spirit. Not only that, he also brought a divine artifact... On the battlefield, he directly captured and killed the ancestor of the Flying Sword Sect at the Mid-Stage of the Yang Spirit, as well as the Yang Spirit ancestor of the Corpse-Driving Sect and that Yang Spirit corpse... Our other several Yang Spirit True Monarchs were all defeated when they joined forces!"

Upon hearing this, all the cultivators were like ducks whose necks had been pinched, all losing their voices.

"Late Stage of the Yang Spirit?"

Min Zinong muttered: "In the entire Outer Lands, there is no such Great Cultivator."

Among the ten righteous and evil sects, the Flying Sword Sect was recognized as the strongest, because they had an ancestor at the Mid-Stage of the Yang Spirit, and he was a sword cultivator!

But such a great power was actually captured and killed in one battle?

Min Zinong suddenly reacted: "Where is my uncle?"

His uncle was now on the front line!

Speaking of which, it was all tears. Hall Master Min saw Fang Xing promoted to the Late Stage of the Dao Foundation and felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

Even if a gentleman's agreement was reached, he was still afraid that Fang Xing would tear his face off and snatch the position of Hall Master.

So he was very active in going to the front line, showing his face in front of the sect's high-level officials, and incidentally brushing up on battle merits.

With his cultivation, as long as he was careful and didn't encounter a great collapse, the danger wasn't particularly great.

But who could have thought that he would encounter the great danger of total annihilation?

Compared to this, Fang Xing focused on logistics in the sect and had never been to the battlefield once.

Even if he was regarded as a shrinking turtle, he admitted it.

Looking at it now, it seemed extremely wise.

Qing Yuzi's mouth twitched, as if chewing a bitter fruit: "The Killing Life Sect secretly arranged a super-large ritual, and under its range, two great Yin Spirits of this sect, plus many Dao Foundation and Qi Condensation disciples... none were spared!"

Even he almost lost his life there, and if it weren't for the Dan Laozu helping him, he might have fallen completely.

"Alright, time is tight. Now that the Flying Sword Sect's station has been destroyed, the Killing Life Sect is attacking the Corpse-Driving Sect's mountain gate, and will soon come to sweep away our Qingmu Ridge..."

Dan Laozu Qingmu opened his eyes abruptly, and two flashes of lightning seemed to cross the void: "Break out in separate groups immediately..."

In fact, the sect's true core and treasures had already begun to be transferred. The reason he came to order these disciples to break out in separate groups was just to increase the targets and ensure the safety of the true fire seeds.

'Mm, first destroy the Flying Sword Sect, then attack the Corpse-Driving Sect, and incidentally sweep away Qingmu Ridge... truly ambitious like a tiger!'

Fang Xing sighed in his heart, and moved again: 'This seems to be my opportunity?'

He stepped out and bowed deeply: "Dan Laozu... I don't have much lifespan left, I am willing to die defending Qingmu Ridge, to buy time for my fellow disciples."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, not only Fei Yong and Qing Yuzi, but even Dan Laozu Qingmu glanced at Fang Xing.

He had never paid much attention to this disciple, but with the cultivation of the Late Stage of the Dao Foundation, if he cooperated with the formation, it seemed it would indeed be useful and could delay the Killing Life Sect's soldiers for a while.

'I didn't expect that within five steps, there must be fragrant grass... at the time of the sect's destruction, I could still see such loyalty, unfortunately... the lifespan doesn't seem to be much...'

Dan Laozu Qingmu nodded secretly. When a large force is destroyed, those who are willing to be buried with it are often the elderly.

First, the elderly have spent more time with the sect, and second, the elderly don't have many days left to live anyway.

Rather than dying in a cowardly way, it's better to go out with a bang!

"Senior Brother..."

(One error, one head, one hair, one content, one look!)

Fei Yong looked at Fang Xing in surprise, feeling that he needed to re-acquaint himself with this grandfather-generation cultivator.

Min Zinong was moved, but also a bit ashamed.

But he was in the prime of his life and would certainly not stay behind to die with the sect.

"This disciple is willing!"

"This disciple is also willing..."

After Fang Xing stepped out, several other Dao Foundation cultivators walked out, all of them extremely old, old antiques with not many years left to live.

Even their cultivation was not as good as Fang Xing's.

"Good, your contribution to the sect, the Dan Laozu will not forget!"

Dan Laozu Qingmu was certainly pushing the boat with the current, and scanned Qing Yuzi again.

Qing Yuzi coughed, and a green token appeared in his hand: "This is the sect master token of this sect... Fang Xing!"

"This disciple is here."

Fang Xing stepped out one step.

"I will pass this token to you. With this token, you can manipulate the Grass and Trees as Soldiers formation... From today on, you are the thirty-sixth generation sect master of the Qingmu Sect."

"Obey the order."

Fang Xing seemed to take a deep breath and took the token.

This sect master token was pure green, as if carved from green wood, carrying a faint scent of grass and trees.

He stroked the token with his palm, but sneered internally: 'Good... very good, this is a clean break, the strong claim to Qingmu Ridge belongs to me, even if you come back to ask for it later, I won't give it back...'

Since the position has been passed, it is unlikely to be taken back, specifically one can refer to Emperor Huizong and Emperor Qinzong of Song, as well as Emperor Xuanzong and Emperor Suzong of Tang...

Qingmu Ridge's movements were fast.

Just half an hour later, countless escape lights flew out of the mountain ridge, fleeing for their lives in different directions.

The entire sect instantly became cold and clear.

Many places were still in chaos, seemingly having traces of smashing, looting, and burning.

To this, Fang Xing didn't care.

Anyway, the only thing he cared about was planting trees, and when fleeing for their lives, most disciples went to snatch spiritual herbs, spiritual pills, talisman money, magic tools, etc., that were easy to carry, and no one would think of cutting down a few trees and carrying them away.

Outside the Dan Laozu Hall, Fang Xing looked at the Qi Condensation disciples who remained.

Mm, the so-called "when disaster strikes, everyone flies apart," now that the sect was destroyed, there were not many who dared to stay behind and die with the sect.

It was just that among them, there were a few who didn't look so old, which made Fang Xing slightly strange.

He looked at the Dao Foundation cultivators who followed him and picked one out: "Fei Yong, why are you still here?"

"I have already sent a letter for the family to flee, and I myself naturally follow you, Grandfather Fang."

Fei Yong seemed to have a plan in mind, his eyes flashing with determined brilliance, and he transmitted his voice: "Grandfather Fang... if there is anything, just say it, I will follow you."

"You... don't think I'm preparing to surrender, do you?"

Fang Xing was a bit dumbfounded: "That would truly be being too clever for one's own good."

He understood a bit why some disciples who were not old insisted on staying; it was because they knew that fleeing was nine deaths and one life, and they wanted to surrender directly.

Even if the Killing Life Sect was rumored not to take prisoners, what if?

Those who cultivate the Dao, at critical moments, never lack the courage to fight.

If it weren't for the Killing Life Sect's reputation being too stinky, there would be ten or a hundred times more people like Fei Yong!

"More importantly... Dan Laozu Qingmu won't watch us surrender either."

Fang Xing took out the Qingmu token and exerted a little force.

The token shattered in response, revealing a wisp of blood light: "See? This is a hidden sacrificial formation... when the time comes, everyone who stays behind will be a sacrifice, and their essence blood and soul will be used to amplify the formation's power, just to delay the Killing Life Sect for a while..."

"Damn it..."

Fei Yong's eyes widened, but he had nothing to say.

After all, he was "voluntarily" staying behind to coexist with the sect!

With a "what if" thought, he looked at Fang Xing: "Grandfather Fang, then why did you stay?"

He refused to believe that Fang Xing was a foolishly loyal person!

Fang Xing chuckled, no longer concealing his aura, and a Yin Spirit fluctuation radiated out: "I have already mastered the Yin Spirit, achieved the 'Flesh-Derived' divine ability, and naturally sent my essence blood outside long ago..."

Fei Yong: "..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 608 =====