Starry Sky Professional

【 Longevity: Your lifespan has greatly increased, and the rate of aging is reduced to one-tenth! 】

“Finally…”

Fang Xing took a deep breath: “Level 20, entering the Legendary realm…”

At this moment, terrifying changes were happening to his body. On the attribute bar, prompts flashed down like streams of data:

【 You have obtained ‘Wild Transformation ·蛟 Dragon Form’! 】

The high-level form of Wild Transformation that Fang Xing had been longing for was finally in his grasp.

If the Qiu Dragon was just a juvenile dragon, then the Flood Dragon was already an adult, capable of summoning wind and rain, with strength powerful enough to match or even crush ordinary Yang God True Monarchs.

Of course, if he had chosen the animal domain initially, his current Flood Dragon transformation would be even more powerful.

Perhaps, when he advances to High-Rank Legend in the future, or even breaks through to Epic at level 30, he will obtain an even more powerful mythical creature template.

For example—True Dragon · Ying Dragon!

Fang Xing stared at his body data:

【 Name: Fang Xing 】

【 Age: 110 / 8900 】

【 Class: Druid Level 20 】

… …

“Oh? The Druid's advancement to Legend also promoted my Yin God, breaking through to the Late stage?”

Fang Xing nodded slightly.

Quite a few high-level members of Greenwood Ridge surrendered to him. Although there was a troublemaker like Lin Kun, there were also those who sincerely submitted, bringing a large number of the original profound books from Greenwood Ridge.

This made Fang Xing realize that his cultivation direction had never been wrong.

“If I just want to break through to the Yang God realm, I’ll ideally need a ‘Pure Yang Pill’…”

“This kind of pill is extremely rare. Even if the power of the entire Extraterritorial Lands is gathered, at most only one batch can be refined every few centuries, producing only a few genuine pills… Now that there is chaos everywhere, I shouldn’t overthink it.”

“But without the Pure Yang Pill, I can still break through… There are even some substitutes and secret techniques…”

The techniques involved are the closely guarded secrets of the major sects, probably only known by Old Ghost Greenwood, and even Qing Yuzi may not be aware of them.

“Lifespan approaching ten thousand years?”

“The Great Zhou Dynasty has only been established for a few thousand years, right?”

“However, compared to the True Gods who seem to have never aged, it’s just child’s play…”

Fang Xing looked at Fei Yong beside him.

The changes and sentiments just now were only a moment in his mind, but he had already climbed into the ranks of the top combat power in this world.

Fei Yong lowered his head deeply at this time. For some reason, he felt that the pressure Fang Xing brought him was even greater than that of Old Ghost Greenwood.

“That Lin Kun, I’ll leave him to you.”

Fang Xing said indifferently.

“Please rest assured, Sect Master.”

Fei Yong was very confident in this. Although he was only in the Middle Stage of Dao Foundation, the strength of the Natural Sect was no longer what it used to be. There were even Yin God True Persons who had submitted!

… …

A few days later.

Green Dawn Swamp, Poison Dragon Slope.

Two azure figures stood in the high sky.

Ancestor Greenwood first looked at the slightly dilapidated East Peak, and then at the West Slope shrouded in a layer of mist: “What do you think of the intelligence passed on by Lin Kun? Is this place really Fang Xing’s weak spot?”

Beside Ancestor Greenwood was naturally Qing Yuzi, but compared to a few years ago, not only had his cultivation not improved, but he also seemed to have been injured, and his aura was somewhat weak.

There was a look of gray defeat in the depths of his eyes. He coughed and said: “There should be no mistake. That person's rise has been too strange, and he only likes to plant trees… Many ten-thousand-year-old spirit trees have appeared on Greenwood Ridge, forming a large formation, which is difficult for us to resist… Why not try it? It would be best if we can lure him out. If not, we will only lose a Lin Kun at most.”

For the high-level members of the sect, even core disciples are just consumable resources, or even lackeys.

“Then I’ll rely on you. First, destroy that small family, and then set a fire on the West Slope.”

Ancestor Greenwood said matter-of-factly.

In this system where great power is concentrated in one person, the bottom layers are all lackeys and cannon fodder, and the higher levels are the lackeys and cannon fodder of even higher levels.

A dark light flashed in Qing Yuzi’s eyes, but the ideology of loyalty to the sect that had been instilled in him since he was a child, as well as the grace of teaching and imparting knowledge, and even the reality that he must rely on Ancestor Greenwood if he still wants a glimmer of hope for the Yang God realm, all made him unable to refuse.

Chi Chi!

A wooden sword flew out from behind him, instantly transforming into thousands, and wooden swords fell like rain, landing on the Lu family territory on East Peak.

The Lu family.

Lu Feng was now very old, lying on a wooden couch, thinking about his life.

The childhood sweetheart… forget it, let’s not mention it. Fei Yong, who that woman later gave birth to, has already become the Lu family's eternal enemy.

In his middle age, he broke through to the seventh level of Qi Sensing, full of vigor… and then he was beaten back to his original form not long after.

On the contrary, that Uncle Fang became unstoppable after going to Greenwood Ridge.

Now he is actually the ancestor of the Natural Sect, an existence like a Yang God True Monarch.

But the Lu family cannot get the slightest benefit!

The genius Lu Tian died early in battle, and after that, there was simply no successor.

Even now, Lu Feng vaguely knows that the elders of each branch are already fighting openly and secretly for his inheritance after his death.

Although he is still alive, everyone treats him as if he is already dead.

‘Hehe… fight, fight, in the end, it’s all in vain.’

‘I can be considered to have some face at least. When I’m gone, who can resist if Fei Yong really takes action?’

‘But now, Fei Yong probably doesn’t even care about Green Dawn Swamp anymore, right?’

Lu Feng had to admit that he was jealous!

Why isn’t he the chief butler by Uncle Fang’s side?

Unfortunately, no matter how jealous he is, it is useless. He is already nearing his end.

Chi!

Suddenly, a sword aura flashed across the sky.

Lu Feng's eyes widened, and before he could shout 'There are external enemies,' he was pierced through the chest by a wooden sword that fell from the sky and nailed to the ground.

Pfft Pfft!

Within the Lu family, wooden swords fell one after another, equally reaping all life.

With the foundation of the Lu family, a small Qi Sensing family, they simply couldn't resist a casual blow from a Yin God Late Stage True Person.

In less than a moment, the Lu family was completely wiped out.

Qing Yuzi no longer spoke. The many wooden swords returned, forming one again, which he held in his hand. Man and sword became one, turning into a sword light and piercing towards the West Slope.

Bo!

An extremely strong sword light seemed to pierce through a layer of water curtain. The natural barrier collapsed, revealing a vibrant ten-thousand-acre bamboo forest.

A Poison Horn Python with a single horn on its head raised its head and hissed, spitting out a mouthful of poisonous mist.

“Hmm? There is only a Qi Sensing family next to it, but there is actually a Dao Foundation demon beast hidden here. As expected, there is something tricky here.”

Qing Yuzi casually slashed out with his sword. The poisonous mist was instantly separated, and the Poison Horn Python was almost cut in two, falling to the ground and wailing.

On the ground, a flash of green light appeared, and a chubby ginseng doll emerged, seemingly cursing at Qing Yuzi very rudely.

Its chubby little hand opened, and a crimson ginseng seed emerged, falling into the Poison Horn Python's mouth.

The Poison Horn Python's injuries immediately stabilized and began to stop bleeding and recover.

“Oh? There is also a transformed spirit ginseng?”

Qing Yuzi’s eyelids twitched. Such a spiritual medicine, not to mention him, even Ancestor Greenwood hiding next to him would be a little greedy.

With a thought, a large azure hand emerged, pressing down like a green mountain, about to capture the little ginseng spirit.

Not only that, Qing Yuzi was even more familiar with the innate divine powers of this type of transformed spiritual medicine. A ray of spiritual light had already landed on the ground, turning mud into stone, turning the nearby land into a huge piece of granite.

Pfft Pfft!

Suddenly, a huge tree root emerged from the ground, like an iron whip, blasting the azure hand!

“Hmm? A ten-thousand-year-old tree demon?”

Qing Yuzi was startled again, and saw a strange three-headed treant slowly walking out from the depths of the bamboo forest. Beside the treant, there were also six Dao Foundation Late Stage paper generals, vaguely forming a formation to protect it.

“There are also paper generals? Sure enough, coming here was the right choice.”

Qing Yuzi muttered, and the seed of supernatural power in his body suddenly stimulated, transforming into thousands of streamers.

The peach wood sword in his hand flew up, like a flying fiery meteor, falling straight towards the three-headed treant.

“Leave a hand, lure that Fang Xing here.”

Just as the flying sword was blazing like fire, Qing Yuzi heard Ancestor Greenwood’s voice transmission.

Obviously, the investment here would make even the top ten righteous and evil sects feel the pain.

This place is very likely to be Fang Xing's weak spot, enough to lure him out!

Qing Yuzi sighed in his heart, and slowed down his attack by three points.

Even so, it was still one sword, one paper general.

After a few incense sticks, the three-headed treant roared angrily, and most of the canopy had been burned by the supernatural flames, looking like it was dying.

“Stop!”

At this moment, a streamer flashed across the sky, and Fang Xing, wearing animal skins, finally arrived at the battlefield.

“Is this person… stupid?”

Qing Yuzi was startled when he saw Fang Xing.

After all, they had the deepest research on Fang Xing, knowing that Fang Xing himself was only in the Yin God realm, and he only had the strength to capture the White Dharma King by relying on the Greenwood Ridge formation.

But now, he actually didn’t turtle up, and the tiger left the cave?

“Haha… Fang Xing! This old man really underestimated you that day.”

As the ancestor of a sect, Ancestor Greenwood confirmed that there were no ambushes near Poison Dragon Slope, and immediately appeared gracefully: “Today, if you surrender, this old man can spare your life, and even set things right. In the future, you will still be the head of Greenwood Ridge.”

He not only wanted to defeat Fang Xing, but also valued Fang Xing's alliance with the Killing Life Sect!

Heaven have mercy, Ancestor Greenwood dreamed of having such an alliance, but the Killing Life Sect turned their backs and refused to recognize it.

After that, they actually made a treaty with a junior.

Ancestor Greenwood would be greatly indignant if he said he wasn't, did he not even compare to a Yin God?

Fang Xing looked at the injured little ginseng spirit, the Poison Horn Python, the three-headed treant, and the bamboo forest that was beginning to burn, and a dangerous smile flashed across his face: “Do you think that I am just a Yin God when I walk out of the Natural Sect formation?”

With a wave of his hand, green spots of light fell like rain, extinguishing the bamboo forest fire and falling on the three-headed treant.

The three-headed treant expanded again, turning into a burning three-headed, six-armed giant, roaring to the sky.

A terrifying aura erupted, causing Qing Yuzi’s expression to change drastically!

—Legendary · Burning Treant Guardian!