This is how immortals are cultivated

Fang Suichu looked towards the legs of the girl in his arms, only to see that one of Yuan Shuo's embroidered shoes had hit the corner of the table and fallen to the ground because of the change of posture she had just moved.

Fang Suichu only saw the white socks on the feet. Although they were wearing socks, he could still feel the delicate outline of the feet.

Brother Suichu coughed softly, waved his hand, and used his ability to control air and objects. He grabbed the white embroidered shoes with peach blossom patterns in his hand.

Fang Suichu lifted Wu Yuanshuo up with one hand, then gently placed the girl in his arms on the table, and then held the girl's small feet in white socks under her skirt.

Wu Yuanshuo leaned back slightly at this time, supporting himself on the table with both hands. His long blue and white sleeves hung down, and the silver bracelet on his wrist fell to his wrist under his sleeves, making a crisp sound when it hit the table.

She raised her chin slightly and clenched her teeth. Compared to the softness before, her body was now tense.

She could feel the large hands touching her ankles and then gently holding her feet. The touch was like a subtle electric current, making her body and mind numb.

Fang Suichu also felt the softness in his hand more clearly. The nutmeg-like big toe curled up and pressed together subconsciously, which showed that its owner was nervous.

Fang Suichu helped Yuan Shuonizi put on her embroidered shoes, stood up, took Nizi's hand, and led her down from the table. But he coughed softly again.

A gust of wind blew up from the room and pushed open the half-open door. A tall and heroic woman in red was standing at the door, holding a sheathed sword in her hand. Seeing Fang Suichu and Wu Yuanshuo looking at her, Wu Yuanshuo immediately lowered his head. Li Qingming also coughed lightly and nodded to Fang Suichu in a generous manner.

"New Year's Eve, I'm back."

"I heard some noise here earlier and thought the enemy had sneaked in."

Li Qingming said this without blushing or beating her heart. She did notice some movement from Wu Yuanshuo's side, so she came over with her weapon in hand to check.

But then he saw the strange cultivator who was thrown outside, and the evil aura emanating from him. Li Qingming naturally knew that Fang Suichu had returned.

When she came here happily, she thought of something, lowered her voice, and tiptoed to the door. She wanted to secretly observe the room, but Fang Suichu noticed her and pushed the door open.

But whether I really saw anything is debatable.

Because Li Qingming secretly stared at the embroidered shoes under Wu Yuanshuo's skirt, and then looked at the boots he was wearing. He didn't know what he thought of, and his face turned red.

But even so, she still coughed and changed the subject: "What's going on with that guy outside?"

"Some important person? So he was left alive?"

PS: Honestly, I know my emotional scenes are a mess. If this one is okay, I'll occasionally write it as a change of pace between my daily scenes. If it's not, forget it and I won't write it again.

Also, there's a chapter coming later.

Chapter 136: The Place Where the Strange Cultivator Gains New Life

Although it was a topic used to divert attention, Li Qingming was indeed very curious.

She knew Fang Suichu's style and would not tolerate any trickery in her eyes.

And this is indeed the case. From Changyin Mountain to here, most of the strange cultivators and monsters encountered along the way were killed.

"This is the offering I invited."

Fang Suichu spoke and walked out of the room and into the yard.

"As for his identity, he's an envoy of the White Lotus Demon Cult, and he's on the same level as Mr. Taohua who came to our door earlier."

"worship?"

Li Qingming obviously didn't care about Fang Suichu's second sentence, and his attention was completely focused on Fang Suichu's first sentence.

Offerings are not uncommon for strange cultivators. They are equivalent to hired help and thugs hired with money and resources.

But for Fang Xiandao, "offering" is a rare word.

The immortal path originated from Fang Suichu, so those who were invited to worship the sect had to have a certain level of cultivation in the immortal path. Now that the sect had just been established and the Dharma had not yet been widely spread, there were no powerful immortal cultivators.

Not to mention, this is a strange cultivator.

Besides, whose offering would be in such a ravaged state when invited?

"I remember the land in the back hill hasn't been moved yet. That's perfect."

Holding Taoist Wuqiu, Fang Suichu took the two women to the back mountain without saying anything.

After arriving at the back mountain, Fang Suichu swung his knife and cut off a layer of the ground. All the trees and vegetation on the soil were shattered and swept aside.

Fang Suichu swung the knife again, but this time he cut vertically.

Suddenly, the earth shook, and it could even be felt halfway up the mountain. Many people in the camp ran out of their tents, their faces terrified.

Fang Zui hurried over to appease the people here, explaining that the sect leader had returned and was practicing magic.

The leader of Fangxiandao, the Immortal Fang.

Everyone was relieved immediately. No wonder it could cause such a commotion, as if even the mountains were about to collapse.

Ali, who had just been settled down... no, Fang Li's face was pale. It was obvious that the Shura Purgatory he had seen before had reappeared in his mind. It was obvious that he had PTSD.

On the other side, in another tent, Wang Zhong walked out of the tent and looked into the distance with a look of longing.

He had never seen the Immortal Fang take action, so he could only imagine it.

Now, with such a huge commotion, he could also guess the power of Fang Xiandao's true method, which made him look forward to it very much.

The perspective returns to the back mountain.

The terrifying sword energy chopped down one after another, as if it was going to split the mountain apart. Amidst the earthquake, a huge man-made ravine appeared on the back mountain.

It is hundreds of meters deep and runs through the mountain, but the ravine is even longer. Even when viewed from a high altitude, it can be seen clearly, like a huge scar left on the mountain.

This was the result of Fang Suichu using all his strength to activate the Taiyin Luling killing power.

For ordinary people, splitting mountains and splitting rocks is indeed a first-class method used by immortals and gods.

While digging the deep ravine, Fang Suichu was also explaining things to the two girls.

"We invite them to worship, but we still need to build a 'worship hall'. It's so troublesome."

Seeing the deep ravine gradually forming, Li Qingming seemed to understand something, and after hearing Fang Suichu's words, he subconsciously asked:

"Should the worship hall be built inside the mountain, literally underground?"

"You don't understand this, right? The offerings we bring back are for cultivation. The further underground we are, the richer the Earthly Evil Qi is. It's closer to nature, making it easier to cultivate."

"Well, now that the main hall is built, let's start decorating it."

He casually cut off a three-meter-high boulder and then cut it into a column.

Fang Suichu restrained the power of his sword and began to carve inscriptions on the stone pillar.

Soon the stone pillars were covered with mysterious inscriptions.

Fang Suichu then made eight more such stone pillars.

Then, he picked up the stone pillars one by one and nailed them into the ground.

This was not the end yet, Fang Suichu flew into the ravine again and carved many inscriptions on two rock walls below the ravine.

The two women were watching from the side, and when they saw the inscriptions, they understood something.

Formation.

Brother Suichu does study the hundreds of arts of cultivating immortals in his spare time.

Formations and alchemy are the focus of research.

Half a minute later, Fang Suichu flew out from the deep ravine, clapped his hands in satisfaction, and said:

"nailed it."

As his words fell, a wave of vibration was transmitted from the deep ravine, as if it was embedded in the veins of this blessed land like a gear.

"Okay, now you can move in directly with your luggage."

Fang Suichu picked up Taoist Wujiu and threw him into a deep ravine.

With Ling Mi's body, he would not die from the fall. Even if he was injured, the Miaoshengtian branch of the White Lotus Demon Sect had strong bodies and generally possessed immortality, so they could recover slowly.

When Fang Suichu threw Taoist Wuqiu down, he removed the restrictions on him.

The strange spiritual power of Taoist Wuque, who was in a deep ravine, began to lose control and quickly overflowed.

From the places where its arms and legs were broken, flesh and blood roots that looked like both animals and plants grew out. As they grew rapidly and even sprouted leaves, the inscriptions on the two walls in the deep ravine emitted a faint light.

This inscription senses that the Weird Spiritual Strike has been triggered.

An extremely evil gale blew out from the deep ravine, instantly cutting off the deformed flesh and blood roots on Taoist Wujiu's broken arms and legs.

The cunning and spiritual inspiration that had been cut off was also integrated into this blessed land.

Li Qingming saw this scene and murmured to himself:

"After all this time, this is what 'offering' means..."

The word "offering" that came out of Suichu's mouth was not a noun at all, but a verb.

It is not Fang Xiandao who worships these strange cultivators, but the strange cultivators use them as offerings.

I should have thought of it earlier...

"【Thirty-six Profound Heaven Demon Refining Forbidden Rules】."

"Although it currently only has two restrictions, 'Yin Feng Sha Jie' and 'Nine Nether Frost Jie', it is already enough to deal with the mysterious and strange spiritual cultivators."

Facing the abyss in front of him, Fang Suichu said softly.

"I was originally thinking, what should I do if I train a disciple and it's too wasteful for my men to kill the evil cultivators directly..."

Fang Suichu did have some concerns about this. After all, the commission for killing strange cultivators was his exclusive cheat. Killing others was just killing them, and at most they would drop some strange items. The utilization rate was too low.

But now, this problem has been perfectly solved.

If there is enough energy to capture the strange cultivator alive, the disciples of Fang Xiandao will have another option in the future. They can bring the strange cultivator back to the sect and invite him into this worship hall.

"Although there is only one person living in my worship hall now, sooner or later, I want this place to be crowded with people!" Fang Suichu opened his arms towards the abyss in front of him and slowly expressed his wishes.

"The Hall of Worship... the place where the strange cultivators are reborn."

Chapter 137: It’s Better to Do It Now than to Wait

After finishing off a key building of his own sect, it was already late.

Fang Suichu brought the two girls back to the main hall on the top of the mountain, and the three of them sat together for dinner.

There were not many extra entertainment activities in the evening at that time, not to mention that this was not a city.

When Li Qingming was about to return to her room, Fang Suichu called her.

"Qingming."

"What's wrong?" Li Qingming turned around and asked in confusion.

Fang Suichu looked Li Qingming up and down. Compared with Wu Yuanshuo's delicate and beautiful home outfit, Li Qingming's outfit was much simpler and more capable.

He was wearing only a red training suit with a simple coat on the outside, and even his hair was simply tied up in a ponytail. It was obvious that although Li Qingming came up the mountain to help, he had not neglected his cultivation.

Being looked at like this by Fang Suichu, Li Qingming, a heroic woman, felt a little uncomfortable, and her heart began to beat rapidly.

However, he pretended that nothing had happened and asked Fang Suichu casually what was the matter.

"It's nothing. It's good for you to go back to your room. Take me with you." Fang Suichu said.

Li Qingming took a deep breath, but his hands were even faster, directly covering Fang Suichu's mouth.

Li Qingming first looked at Wu Yuanshuo's back as she returned to her room. The girl seemed not to have heard what Fang Suichu had just said.

Li Qingming immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

When she looked up at the person next to her, Fang Suichu, with his mouth covered, was staring at her with wide eyes.

When he saw her looking at him, he blinked.

Li Qingming's face turned red, he immediately put down his hand and took a step back.

"Why are you talking so loudly..." Li Qingming complained, but there was a girlish coquettishness in his tone.

Then, Li Qingming coughed softly again.

"Come back to me later, half an hour later."

Although he didn't understand why Li Qingming delayed for half an hour, Fang Suichu didn't have to wait for long, so he nodded.

Fang Suichu naturally had his own separate courtyard on the mountain. He returned to his room and meditated for half an hour. When the moon was at its zenith, Fang Suichu opened his eyes and left the room to look for Li Qingming.

Li Qingming's yard is on the other side, not far away.