Sand City Battle, Fang Ling’s name spread far and wide.
This great victory greatly boosted the morale of the frontline troops, and the elders were overjoyed.
Wu Hong Ying suggested holding a celebration banquet, but Fang Ling politely declined.
He never liked noisy events, let alone a celebration banquet.
At this moment, he was in his room cultivating, refining the spiritual pill gifted by Alliance Leader Ming Yue.
The pill, filled with pure spiritual power, continuously elevated his cultivation level.
The energy contained within far exceeded his expectations.
In no time, he broke through a barrier, reaching the mid-Alioth Realm.
Yet, the pill’s power was not exhausted, still pushing his cultivation higher.
After a while, he broke through another barrier, reaching the late-Alioth Realm!
Previously, his main focus was on cultivating his Life-Bound Blood Sword and Gluttony Divine Art.
The Blood Sword trained his swordsmanship, while the Gluttony Divine Art trained his body.
Therefore, his spiritual power cultivation had never been particularly outstanding.
He exhaled a breath of turbid air and slowly opened his eyes, suddenly catching a whiff of floral fragrance.
Looking up, he saw Alliance Leader Ming Yue sitting silently on a chair, watching him.
Her thoughts were meticulous; while Fang Ling was cultivating, she had deliberately restrained her body fragrance until he finished.
“Greetings, Alliance Leader!” he immediately greeted.
Ming Yue nodded slightly and said, “The battle of Sand City, you have rendered great service.”
“This spiritual pill is your reward!” With a wave of her hand, she presented another pill to Fang Ling.
This pill was even larger than the previous one he had refined, and the energy contained within was undoubtedly stronger.
“Thank you, Alliance Leader!” He accepted the pill.
“My Spirit Gathering Pot can continuously produce spiritual pills, but it takes a very long time,” Ming Yue continued.
“The pill you just refined was condensed over eight thousand years.”
“And the one in your hand now, over thirty thousand years!”
“I no longer have such high-quality pills, so even if you achieve more merits, there won’t be any more pills for you.”
Fang Ling replied, “Dou Qin has told me that my previous merits do not match the value of an eight-thousand-year pill. Thank you for your recognition, Alliance Leader!”
“Before I leave the Dao Alliance, I will kill more demons to ensure you don’t suffer a loss.”
Ming Yue, a Ninth-Grade Jade Immortal, had a perception far beyond anyone Fang Ling had encountered before.
Although she couldn’t discern Fang Ling’s exact cultivation level, she could sense the terrifying power of his body and the sharpness of his sword energy.
So, she boldly placed her bet on Fang Ling, hoping he would contribute more to the Dao Alliance.
And Fang Ling did not disappoint her, immediately making a name for himself in Sand City and rendering great service.
Looking at him, Ming Yue added, “Don’t rush to refine this pill.”
“Having broken through two minor realms consecutively, you need some time to adapt.”
“If your cultivation rises too quickly, your foundation may become unstable.”
Fang Ling understood this well and nodded, “Understood!”
“The Demon Lords of Little Wa Kingdom have been restless in recent years,” Ming Yue continued.
“I have a premonition that a full-scale war is imminent, and even I might have to join the battle.”
“So, during this period, you can act freely without worrying about disrupting the war situation.”
“But be cautious in your actions. I’ve informed the other elders to stay on high alert and prepare for battle.”
“So if you fall into a trap, they may not be able to assist you immediately.”
Hearing this, Fang Ling was secretly delighted; this was undoubtedly good news for him.
“I have my means of self-protection, Alliance Leader, rest assured,” he said.
Ming Yue nodded slightly, then transformed into a flurry of petals and disappeared.
…
After Ming Yue left, Fang Ling also stepped out of his room.
At that moment, Dou Qin’s disciple, Shi Xiaobi, was cultivating in the courtyard. Her healing spiritual power was quite impressive, having inherited Dou Qin’s true teachings.
Passing by her, Fang Ling went straight to Dou Qin’s door and gently knocked.
Shi Xiaobi sneaked a glance back, a hint of a knowing smile on her face.
She always felt that her master and Fang Ling had an unusual relationship.
“Come in!” Dou Qin’s gentle voice came from inside.
Fang Ling pushed the door open and saw Dou Qin sitting cross-legged on the bed, regulating her breath.
After a busy day in Sand City, she was quite exhausted.
Dou Qin looked at Fang Ling, her mind filled with curiosity.
At that moment, she imagined Fang Ling pouncing on her, tearing her clothes apart, and ravaging her.
“What brings you here?” she murmured softly.
Fang Ling tossed her a few pages of paper, torn from the Blood Demon Ancestor’s notes.
They contained the method for refining demon crystals.
Although the Blood Demon Ancestor’s strength wasn’t top-notch, Fang Ling admired his creativity.
“Refining demon crystals and alchemy have similarities, so I want to ask for your help.”
“Also, I think using demon cores instead of demon blood will produce better demon crystals.”
“Do you think it’s feasible?” Fang Ling asked calmly.
Dou Qin looked at the pages in her hand, feeling a sudden sense of loss.
She thought Fang Ling had come to play with her, but he just wanted her help with work.
Regaining her composure, she carefully studied the method recorded in the notes.
After reading it, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she said, “The person who came up with this is very bold and crazy.”
“With my current skills and cultivation, refining demon crystals shouldn’t be difficult.”
“Using demon cores instead of demon blood is indeed better, greatly enhancing the quality of the demon crystals.”
“That’s great,” Fang Ling nodded.
“I have plenty of materials, so it will be hard work for you for a while.”
“I’ll inform Elder Wu and the others that you’ll be helping me with alchemy, so you’ll need to go into seclusion for a while.”
“Just focus on refining these demon crystals for me, don’t think about anything else.”
“Alright!” Dou Qin nodded, staring at him for a while.
Seeing Fang Ling turn and leave without any other actions, she frowned slightly.
She thought, “Did my previous behavior make him think I was very resistant?”
“Idiot! Doesn’t he understand a woman’s modesty?”
She never imagined that after a lifetime of healing and saving people, she would fall in love with a ruthless killer.
But she was a firm believer in fate, and after seeing Fang Ling again at Qianwa Mountain, she was convinced they were destined.
Otherwise, Fang Ling wouldn’t have saved her repeatedly at the most critical moments.
In fact, back in Miao Territory, when she used her foot to help Fang Ling relax, she had already fallen for him, though she was unwilling to admit it at the time.
Suddenly, she felt a warm breath on the back of her neck as Fang Ling appeared behind her.
He was now leaning close, deeply inhaling her scent, making her feel incredibly ticklish.
“Why… why are you so close?” she asked coquettishly.
Fang Ling said nothing, pushing her down directly.
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