Chapter Thirty: The Daoist of Mysterious Moon (Seeking Book Recommendations)

  On a piece of flat land in the Western Suburbs Zoo.

  With a loud tiger's roar, a huge white tiger descended like lightning, its two paws grasping towards Fang Lin fiercely.

  Fang Ling's expression didn't change as he stood with empty hands, and just as the tiger claw was about to land, he pointed his finger like a sword. A four-foot-long air sword appeared in his hand.

  "Spectral Sword Technique: One Sword to the Sky!"

  This sword was as swift as lightning, faster than a tiger's claw, and struck directly at the white tiger's neck.

  The white tiger let out a loud roar, changed the direction of its paws and slapped fiercely at Fang Lin's air sword.

  "Boom!"

  Fang Ling retreated seven steps in a row, and the air sword condensed on his fingertips also produced dozens of cracks.

  The white tiger did not pursue, but on its massive head, a smile that looked very much like human mockery actually appeared.

  Fang Ling could understand what the tiger meant. It was telling Fang Ling that although his cultivation had advanced a step further, he was still far from being able to subdue it.

  Being ridiculed by a tiger, Fang Lin not only found it amusing but also gave birth to a competitive heart. He laughed loudly and said: "Do you think that with my increased cultivation, I only have the skill of condensing energy into soldiers?"

  As they spoke, Fang Ling pointed with his finger, and five refined corpses suddenly appeared on the flat ground.

  Not bad, exactly five sets.

  Breaking through the fifth layer of inner energy gave Fang Ling the greatest benefit, which was that his heart and spirit could simultaneously control five refined corpses.

  And the five sets of corpse refining linked hands are not just a simple one plus one!

  The white tiger saw these zombies and its expression became more serious.

  Fang Ling had used these few refined corpses to fight against the white tiger several times in order to include it in his own Smoky Haze Diagram.

  Although each time was a great defeat, it also left a very deep impression on the white tiger!

  Before those zombies started attacking, the white tiger's twin wings fluttered and flew directly into mid-air.

  Over a hundred pale blue wind arrows, with the flashing of the white tiger's double wings, came crashing down on the five corpses like a stormy rain.

  The five corpses of the cultivators simultaneously adopted defensive postures, but were still blasted to the point where each one had dozens of bloodstains that were over a foot deep.

  "Waaaah!"

  In a long whistle, what seemed like a proud white tiger showing off itself flew towards the direction of Hou Shan.

  Fang Ling looked at the five injured corpses, and couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. He had originally thought that with these five corpses and the white tiger, he could put up a good fight, but it seemed the difference between them was far greater than he had imagined.

  The White Tiger's Wind Blade shouldn't be an ordinary Wind Blade, or else it wouldn't have been able to injure the refined corpse like this, which even the Surprising Rainbow Sword found difficult to harm.

  He pinched a spell and put the five refined corpses into the coffin.

  Fang Ling drew his sword and walked into the leopard pack!

  Three hours of actual combat training every day is Fang Ling's goal for himself.

  Although he had treasures like the Western Suburbs Smoke and Dust Map and the Xuan Yin Knife Refining Corpse, Fang Ling was even more aware that these external objects could be relied on to borrow strength, but ultimately it still depended on his own abilities.

  With the five-layered inner energy driving him, Fang Lin was like a golden goose among hundreds of hunting leopards, dodging and weaving with ease. These leopards, each over five feet tall, had the strength of three layers of Qi refinement, and when they launched a joint attack, their power was truly astonishing.

  At first, Fang Ling still paid attention to his sword moves, but by the end, his swordsmanship had become second nature.

  Every sword that comes out must be able to wound three attacking flower leopards.

  Time had passed unknowingly, and Fang Ling, who was already drenched in sweat, rose into the air from the leopard group and left this small space.

  Sitting in the hot water with medicinal herbs, Fang Ling's mind was still immersed in the training of the leopard group earlier. The three-hour training session had left him with over a dozen injuries, although he had managed to dodge each attack, his body still bore the scars.

  The wound is not deep, but soaking in hot water gives a kind of heart-piercing and bone-penetrating pain.

  Every scar gives Fang Ling a hint of his inadequacy.

  The threshold of the third layer of the Spectral Sword Technique, I've already grasped it myself, what's lacking is just that one last step!

  As the medicine water slowly cooled down, Fang Lin emerged from the medicine bucket. At this time, although the young man's figure was still lean and weak, he had added a hint of ferocity to his aura.

  "Your Highness."

  The thin monkey had been waiting outside the courtyard for a long time and saw Fang Ling come out, so he hurriedly saluted Fang Ling respectfully.

  Fang Ling swept a glance at the thin monkey, and saw that his face was faintly shrouded in a purple aura. He smiled and said: "Dazhuang, your innate talent for cultivation is not bad. In just a few days, you've already practiced the Purple Mist Technique to the first level."

  "Thanks again for your guidance, young master." The thin monkey said respectfully and with great joy: "If it weren't for the young master's cultivation, there wouldn't be a today for me, Thin Monkey."

  Fang Ling smiled and half of the praise he gave to Shou Huan earlier was sincere. In terms of physical ability, Shou Huan's body was twice as strong as Fang Ling's.

  "We're not outsiders, let's skip the pleasantries." Fang Ling waved his hand and casually sat down on a stool, saying: "Dazhuang, what's going on?"

  "Gongzi, something has happened in Dingfang City recently." The thin monkey was already used to Fang Ling's way of speaking and went straight to the point: "The first thing is that Chen Zhenghua, the eldest son of the Chen family, has gone missing. In the past two days, the Chen family has sent out over a hundred people to search for Chen Zhenghua everywhere."

  Chen Zhenghua's body has become fertilizer in the Western Suburbs Smoke and Dust Picture, let alone over a hundred people, even if given ten thousand people, not a single trace can be found.

  Fang Ling nodded and snapped his fingers, asking casually: "Where do you think this Chen Zhenghua young master will go?"

  "Sir, I don't know about that. But there are many rumors in the city about where Chen Gongzi went. The most famous one is that Chen Gongzi met a fox spirit who specialized in sucking men's essence and was sucked into a human dry corpse!"

  Fang Ling, who had casually picked up the teacup on the table to drink tea, almost spat out the water in the cup.

  This rumor is really marketable!

  "What else?" Fang Ling took a deep breath and continued to ask.

  "Some people say that Chen Dabaozi encountered a demon and was captured by the other party!" The thin monkey saw Fang Ling's interest and became more enthusiastic: "These two statements are mainstream in our Dingfang City."

  Although the guesses are different, the result is consistent, all of which are miserable deaths. It seems that Chen Dabao's character is not ordinary bad.

  But everyone's wisdom should not be underestimated, although they did not guess the process correctly, but the result is almost guessed.

  "Is there anything else?" Fang Ling asked casually, not wanting to dwell on this matter.

  The thin monkey's face turned a bit solemn: "Young master, the Chen family has spread the word that they will be holding a celebration within Dingfang City in the next two days."

  "To celebrate Chen Shengnan's second daughter Chen Qiaofei becoming a concubine of Jin Danzhenren!"

  Jindan Master's concubine? This made Fang Ling's heart sink.

  Living in the Square City for so long, he had fully realized the power of a cultivator. A cultivator who had built his foundation could guarantee that no one would dare to provoke him openly in the city, and a Golden Dan cultivator was someone that even the ruler of the country would have to address as "True Person"!

  Chen's family relying on this Golden Elixir True Man is not a good thing for both himself and the Fang family.

  Because of the formation of Linmu, concerns will also dissipate as a result.

  His gaze swept across the thin monkey's face, looking at the thin monkey who wanted to speak but stopped, and Fang Ling said faintly: "It's not like a Golden Dan True Person has appeared in the Chen family, just focus on doing your own thing."

  As Shou Huan left, Fang Lin sat under the moonlight and fell into deep thought.

  His slightly relaxed mind suddenly became tense again. Although that Golden Dan True Person would never take action personally, the crisis between him and the Fang family was getting closer and closer.

  Chen Jia's master Chen Shengnan wants to establish prestige, and Fang Ling is the best tool for establishing prestige.

  Become stronger, I can only become stronger in order to change my fate of being manipulated by others.

  At this moment, Fang Ling's heart became even more determined to refine the Nine Turns Into Dao Dan!

  ……

  "Boom"

  A tea bowl was smashed to the ground, Chen Shengnan's face twisted in anger as he pointed at a warrior and shouted: "No news?! You've been searching for so many days and this is the answer you give me?!"

  "Hua'er hadn't gone missing yet, and was still hunting outside the city. Dozens of big living people suddenly disappeared, and you can't even find out any news!"

  "Tell me, what's the use of having you all!"

  The samurai stood silently in front of Chen Shengnan with his head bowed, not daring to speak a word.

  Chen Sheng's southern training was enough, and he coldly said: "You go to the Jie Lü Tang to receive fifty lashes. Next time if there is no news, don't come see me again!"

  The warrior retreated cautiously, and Chen Shengnan, who was thirsty, wanted to drink tea, but the teacup had been smashed by him, so there wasn't any.

  Chen Shengnan, who was out of sorts, kicked over a stool with one foot.

  "Hehehe, Master Chen has a huge temper!" A soft voice came from outside the door.

  Chen Shengnan was after all a heroic figure, and he quickly calmed down, looking rapidly towards the door, where he saw a man wearing a Taoist robe walking over with an air of elegance.

  This person was known to Chen Shengnan, and it turned out that he was a Taoist named Xiaoyue Daoren from Qingyang Mountain ten miles outside Dingfang City.

  If it were in the past, Chen Shengnan would have greeted Xiaoyue Dao Ren with a calm demeanor, even if he didn't feel comfortable inside, after all, Xiaoyue Dao Ren had achieved the peak of Qi Refining at the 7th layer.

  But now, he didn't even want to lift his eyelids, and instead said faintly to Xiaoyue Dao Ren: "Xiaoyue Dao Ren, entering without notification isn't the way of a guest."

  Xiao Yue Dao Ren, as a cultivator, always held himself high wherever he went. At this moment, being ridiculed by an ordinary person, his face involuntarily turned red. However, he didn't dare to lose his temper and after a moment of contemplation, he smiled and said: "This is my fault, please forgive me, Master Chen."

  Chen Shengnan looked at Xiaoyue's appearance, and his heart felt a sense of satisfaction. To be sure, not long ago, he had been thoroughly embarrassed by this very same Xiaoyue.

  Xiao Yue Dao Ren's purpose for coming here was already clear to him.

  After all, the Chen family had a Golden Elixir True Person backing them up. Although Xiao Yue had a Foundation Establishment cultivator as her backer, she didn't dare to go against the Chen family again either.

  Chen Shengnan didn't say a word, she just sat there quietly!

  Xiao Yue stood there for a full minute before smiling and saying, "I heard that your precious daughter has become Lu Zhen's person, so I came to congratulate you! A gift, not enough to show my respect."

  She took the gift list handed over by Xiaoyue, and saw that it was written: "100,000 taels of gold, 50 pairs of jade pendants, one Golden Dragon Sword, one secret manual of Purple Slayer Palm..."

  This gift is very heavy, Chen Shengnan was even more satisfied with the attitude of Xiaoyue Daoren, but another thought flashed in his heart, and he said: "Daoren, this gift can only be accepted by me if you help me kill someone!"

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