Free Web NovelChapter 302: Chapter 66: Strange Tales of the Ghost Market
「Several days later.」
Fang Cheng finally emerged from Chen Yu Yan’s Stone Meditation Hut.
Chen Yu Yan, her wish fulfilled, prepared to return for a period of quiet cultivation. After solidifying her Cultivation Realm, she would set off for the Nine Truths Tower in Jin Country.
Fang Cheng didn’t say much about it, only giving her a Second-Order Magical Artifact for protection.
As for what fortunes awaited Chen Yu Yan in the future, that would be up to fate.
Fate is preordained yet unpredictable. In all his years of cultivation, Fang Cheng had never heard of a Divine Secret Skill that could deduce one’s destiny.
After bidding farewell to Chen Yu Yan, he returned to Xiaocang Island, picked up Ye Yan, and rode the Cyan Bird back to Demon Lion Peak.
The husband and wife walked into the Pocket World Spiritual Building.
A hundred-mu expanse of golden Spirit Field lay before them, shrouded in a spiritual light as fine as mist. In the distance stood three towering Cyan Mountains, a lake shone like a mirror, and several Immortal Cranes danced leisurely in the air.
The Spirit Field was filled with rice stalks as tall as a person, their straight, golden stems standing like long halberds planted in the earth. The grains hung heavy on the ears, perfectly ripe.
Fang Cheng stood at the edge of the Spirit Field, observing the Primordial Yang Rice that Ye Yan and the other three women had cultivated over the years. He plucked a handful of grains and examined them closely. Each kernel was perfectly round, like a pearl or fine jade, and radiated a dense Spiritual Qi and heat. Inside the rice, countless talismans seemed to flicker in and out of existence, wreathed in a soft glow.
Holding the rice, he could feel the Magical Power in his body stir, a sensation of burgeoning vitality coursing through him.
Surrounding the Spirit Field stood a dozen or so silvery-white Profound Iron Puppets, motionless as statues.
Those were puppets refined by Mu Xuanyu for farm work.
Primordial Yang Rice was exceptionally precious in the outside world. The Ye Family had been planting it for years, yet had only managed to cultivate three mu of Tier Three Spirit Fields for growing it.
But here in the Pocket World Spiritual Building, there was a full hundred mu of it.
This Primordial Yang Rice was not only a supreme delicacy, but consuming it could also advance one’s Cultivation, improve their physique and vital energy, and enhance their Physical Strength.
It was effective for those in the Sensing Realm, Life Talisman Realm, and Life Soul Realm!
Even the well-traveled Cyan Bird had been greatly surprised when it first ate the rice, leaving it quite shaken.
Today, Die’Er, Dong Qing, and Mu Xuanyu happened to be in the Grotto Heaven. Seeing Fang Cheng enter, they curiously came out of their residences to gather around him.
When they heard Fang Cheng say he had just obtained a treasure that could expand the Grotto Heaven’s space again, the women couldn’t help but grow excited.
Fang Cheng smiled and took out the Bronze Hu that Su Miao had given him from his storage bag.
The Outer Heaven Sand inside was brilliant and crystalline, suffused with a divine light so dazzling it immediately captured the attention of the four women and Cang Wuya.
Before Fang Cheng could do anything, the hu of celestial sand slowly floated up and drifted toward the great sun made of talismans.
After the great sun devoured the sand, it instantly flared with immense light. The world brightened abruptly, and everything turned a blinding white.
A RUMBLING sound echoed from high above as the ground trembled, only calming down after a long while.
Once the light faded, everyone looked back at the "Talismanic Great Sun" in the sky. Within it, countless illusory talismans flickered, merged, and split apart in a ceaseless, self-sustaining cycle, giving off a sense of ancient, unchanging eternity.
It had become even more profound and mystical.
"The Grotto Heaven’s space really has expanded again!"
Die’Er said, her face filled with pleasant surprise.
Fang Cheng looked around and saw that the Spirit Field had expanded by about three times. Beyond the hundred mu of ripened Primordial Yang Rice, a large new expanse of green, grassy land had appeared.
The three Cyan Mountains in the distance had also grown much taller, becoming even more steep and elegant.
The shimmering Ping Lake had also expanded severalfold, its surface now a vast, open expanse that was a delight to behold.
As the entire Grotto Heaven Blessed Land expanded, the Spiritual Qi within it grew ever denser.
Fang Cheng went to one of the Cyan Mountains at the edge of the Spirit Field, found a pavilion that Ye Yan had built, and entered it to begin his closed-door cultivation.
Ye Yan and the other three women went about their own business.
He had slain Master Zi Kuang of the Rakshasa Sect in the Wilderness Domain, allowing the Resentment Demon Bead in his Qi Sea to gorge itself on power. But it still hadn’t finished digesting everything.
Now that he had dealt with all the miscellaneous matters, it was time to focus entirely on nurturing his Life Talisman, expanding his Qi Sea, and digesting and assimilating the vast Spiritual Qi from the Resentment Demon Bead.
There were essentially no shortcuts on the path of accumulating Magical Power and advancing one’s realm.
He could only accumulate it step by step, climbing ever higher.
「Inside the pavilion.」
Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the Cloud Couch. His eyelids were lowered, and he maintained his focus on the primordial one. His breathing was long and subtle, and he quietly entered a state of detachment from himself and the world.
Gradually, the sound of a surging tide arose around him.
Within his Qi Sea, Nether River Magical Power surged forth, swirling around a black Sword Talisman that was ancient, grand, and shone with a strange, brilliant light.
This was Fang Cheng’s Lifebound Talisman, the very foundation of his Cultivation Realm.
Countless tiny Sword Talismans of all kinds emerged around this main one, flickering in and out of existence, seeming both real and illusory.
These Sword Talismans overlapped, gathered, collided, and annihilated one another, giving off all sorts of complex and intricate Sword Intents in a display of endless transformation.
Around the Life Talisman, a halo of golden light spun and swirled.
This halo had been born from refining the Myriad Manifestations Celestial Dew. Within it, countless pinprick-sized talismans flickered in and out of existence, seeming to contain the fundamental principles of the universe. They interwove and danced, spiraling around the Sword Talisman like a golden ring.
Fang Cheng sat unmoving with his eyes closed, his expression tranquil and serene. Silently, his Qi Sea continued to expand, slow and steady.
「Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, several years had passed.」
「During this time.」
Each year, Fang Cheng would emerge from his seclusion for one month, which he dedicated to accompanying his wives and concubines, guiding their cultivation, and intermittently refining the Immortal Binding Rope and the Dream Spirit.
Sometimes he would also go out to visit friends—mainly the three women, Wen Qianqian, Feng Ling, and Hua Yutang.
