The mighty Uncle Fang was not someone who was afraid of problems. The fact he’d dared to start robbing people meant he wasn’t afraid of things getting out of hand, and he dared to pick a fight with them regardless of whether it was three against one or five against one. His foundation was purple, meaning the quality of his foundation was just as strong or stronger than anyone in early Foundation Stage, and he’d also mastered the apex skill Yin Yang Sanding Disc on top of that—there was no one he didn’t dare go up against.

　　Furthermore, Fang Xing’s Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits had accumulated a large amount of blood essence by now and it was a great help in battle. The flag contained hundreds of beast spirit seals, and as long as they had enough blood essence to fuel them, these seals could bring out the complete power the beast spirits had in their former lives. Fang Xing had killed plenty of Foundation Stage cultivators and gathered a large amount of blood essence before entering the Mysterious Domain, and although it wasn’t enough for him to do anythinghe wanted, it was more than enough to fully control the five young dragons for an hour.

　　The combined power of these five dragons wasn’t much lower than his own, meaning it would at worst be two against five. This was also the source of Fang Xing’s arrogance—this little bandit was no longer the same small-time bandit who’d hurry and flee whenever he did something bad like back at the Qing-Yun Sect, he was one of the top young elites of all Jambu now! He was the Snowy Mountain’s mighty Uncle Fang!

　　The Ghost Prince, Han Jiazi of the western deserts, and the three fairies of the northern mountains were all extraordinary elites—they weren’t people who’d so readily swallow the fact Fang Xing had blocked them inside and demanded a toll. They’d readied themselves to fight against Fang Xing together, but they all felt a chill in their hearts and their gazes became as sharp as swords when they saw the blue-clothed bandit decide to fight alongside Fang Xing.

　　The blue-clothed bandit didn’t hide any of his aura and revealed it completely. In the eyes of the Ghost Prince, Han Jiazi, and the three fairies, the Snowy Mountain’s Fang Xiaojiu had always been a difficult opponent to deal with due to his strong battle prowess, and if he was placed in any of the four lands within all of Jambu, he’d certainly be on par with any of the top sects and clans’ top elites. It had been beyond their expectations that this blue-clothed bandit who suddenly appeared had an aura no less powerful than Fang Xing’s.

　　If Fang Xing’s aura was like an angry and vicious Peng bird that allowed him to shoot into the nine heavens and look down upon all mankind, then the aura of this blue-clothed bandit was like a beautiful sparrow. It might seem gentle and harmless at first glance, but it could fly to the ends of the earth as well and wasn’t any weaker than the others.

　　All five opponents quickly became quiet, as though hesitating.

　　Swoosh !

　　Suddenly, the neighing of a horse could be heard as Han Jiazi of the west reined in his horse and flew off into the opposite direction.

　　All the cultivators still on the ground were left in a state of shock. Han Jiazi, one of the top four elites of the western deserts, had actually left without saying a word….

　　One had to know that Han Jiazi was a legend in his own right within all of the western deserts. Although the Han clan had originally been an ancient super-clan with over ten thousand years of history, the losses they experienced during the beast exhausting battles had been excessive. They’d lost a large number of powerful masters, and the state of their clan worsened every day for the thousand or so years since. It had even reached the point where it was more like an ordinary sect or small clan….

　　This Han Jiazi was a special case, however. He rose up from the fallen clan, showed his extraordinary battle prowess, and used his own might to pave his way and become one of the top four elites of the western deserts. His clan wasn’t able to support him, so obtaining this title took far more effort than any of the other people who received it, and it could even be said everything he had now was a result of his own sweat and blood in the battles he’d won one after another. This was why the name Han Jiazi continued to ring out within all the western deserts.

　　The cultivators on the ground thought he would pierce through that little demon’s head with a single strike of his lance, yet he up and left just like that….

　　“Hehe, Snowy Mountain’s Fang Xiaojiu, having such a helper with you, you are indeed not someone easy to deal with….” Li Ying looked towards Han Jiazi who’d just left, but he showed only deep thought rather than surprise. He suddenly let out a cold laugh and declared, “I wasted too much Qi earlier, and battling you now would be too disadvantageous; let us settle this at another time!” With that, he waved his arm and withdrew all the ghost Qi in the air before heading off to his large palanquin.

　　The cultivators on the ground were left even more surprised. Even the Ghost Prince was afraid of the Snowy Mountain’s little demon?

　　The three fairies from the northern mountains creased their brows, feeling something wasn’t right. ‘Why would those two leave so easily?’

　　Even Fang Xing couldn’t believe both Han Jiazi and Li Ying had left so easily, and it caused feelings of uncertainty to rise within. ‘Why did those two bastards leave? They shouldn’t….’ However, he couldn’t be bothered thinking it through and didn’t dwell on this feeling for too long; instead, he turned to the three fairies and asked, “Hey, they’ve all fled, do you still want to fight?”

　　The three fairies’ expressions were calm as they looked towards Fang Xing. None of them appeared angry, and the eldest green-dressed woman even showed a warm smile before answering back, “Since the two of them both admitted defeat, what else is there for us sisters to say? Little brother, you are the most impressive person I’ve ever seen; I’ll make sure to have my little shimei sleep with you one day….” She released a tender laugh and took off with her two younger sisters. As they were leaving, the youngest sister actually turned to look at Fang Xing, her gaze filled with a soft warmth that attracted a person’s inner soul….

　　Fang Xing’s eyes lit up as hurriedly called back, “Hey hey, you’re telling the truth, right? Don’t you deny it later, how about we agree on a time?”

　　The blue-clothed bandit was speechless at such a thing and put his face in his palm. “Can’t you show at least a little bit of a master’s demeanor?”

　　Fang Xing rolled his eyes. “How much is a demeanor worth? Can I eat it?”

　　Struck speechless once more, the blue-clothed bandit lightly shook his head. “You need to be careful, those two don’t look like the type who’ll accept a loss. For them to leave so easily means they must have some kind of plan, so be sure to guard yourself against their schemes.”

　　“That’s only if they dare!” Fang Xing laughed it off, but his mind did not relax at all. In fact, he truly felt Li Ying and Han Jiazi’s easy departure wasn’t normal at all.

　　Since the battle between the top of elites was effectively resolved, many other cultivators began to leave as well. Even those who belonged to Hahn Longzi had started quietly leaving with the crowd when the Ghost Prince began speaking with Fang Xing, without trying to cause any dissent or asking Fang Xing to return Hahn Longzi’s corpse or weapons. They were cultivators as well, after all, and many of them had lived long enough to know what was worth focusing on and what was not. Fang Xing was not someone who restrained himself, and this alone was enough for them to decide on what the smarter choice was.

　　When a Wanluo disciple saw Fang Xing come closer, he politely walked up and placed a large sack in front of him. “Shixiong Fang, all of the gains from the opportunity are here. Shimei Chu picked them out personally, and there was definitely nothing hidden away. We also collected the forty percent from the others who received your protection without missing anything. Everything is here, please do take a look!” Within this sack was over half a dozen storage bags, each one containing Fang Xing’s portion of the Spirit Stage opportunity.

　　Fang Xing’s viciousness had been so great even Ghost Prince Li Ying had been sent away, so they naturally did not dare try to pull any tricks. They’d obediently handed everything over in fear that if Fang Xing wasn’t satisfied, he might decide to rob them all completely, making their potential loss far greater than what they stood to gain.

　　Fang Xing accepted the sack and found it did indeed weigh quite a bit. After the Peng King secretly confirmed they didn’t play any tricks, he didn’t have an excuse to scam any more and put on the appearance of being a good shixiong. “Very good. Where are you all planning to go from here?”

　　“We are planning on leaving the Mysterious Domain. Gaining this opportunity was already more than we’d hoped for,” one of the Wanluo disciples politely replied. After what had happened earlier with the Ghost Prince, they’d clearly started to harbor fears towards the Mysterious Domain. The outcome here might not have been so pleasant if they hadn’t run into Fang Xing, and there wasn’t any sign Fang Xing intended to continue protecting them.

　　Even if Fang Xing did make the offer to protect them, however, they still wouldn’t have dared to follow him deeper into the Mysterious Domain. It was well known that the Huangfu clan had sent out a bounty for him, after all, and that was quite frankly an order demanding his life. That Fang Xiaojiu would be pursued in greater numbers by the Huangfu clan and those beneath them was set in stone, and following him would likely meant even more danger than they’d experienced with Leng Ziyan. In fact, if it wasn’t for the appearance of that little demon Fang Xing who’d managed to lure the Huangfu clan’s attention, it’s possible the Huangfu and their followers would have already started focusing their attention on Fang Xiaojiu.

　　This group of Wanluo disciples wasn’t stupid enough to choose to stay at Fang Xing’s side, and there happened to be a teleportation altar in the immortal’s garden that would allow them to leave the Mysterious Domain. This was not a chance they could pass up.

　　“Alright, but hold on for a moment!” Fang Xing stopped the Wanluo disciples after thinking of something and squatted down on the ground. He poured out all the spirit plants into a huge pile and swept his eyes across it before plucking out those without that much value a dozen or so at a time. He placed all of the plants into a storage sack adorned with his seal on the side so it would be possible to tell if someone opened it prematurely. “Take this stuff to that old bastard Wanluo. Tell him these are the most precious things I managed to get.”

　　“Take care, Shixiong Fang….” The Wanluo disciples couldn’t tell whether these plants were actually worth a lot or not and placed a great deal of importance on the task. They reverently accepted the sack with both hands, bowed in unison, and then began to head back to the immortal’s garden to leave.

　　“I wonder if that Wanluo bastard will be touched when he sees all the stuff I’ve given him….” Fang Xing smirked. Exchanging this bag of low-value things for the old Wanluo’s favors was an excellent trade.

　　This caused the blue-clothed bandit to helplessly shake his head. To think this person had the heart to scam even his own teacher; he definitely wasn’t a good person….

　　Fang Xing suddenly recalled something and turned towards the blue-clothed bandit to ask, “By the way, are the herbs you’re searching for inside?”

　　The blue-clothed bandit shook his head. “I checked earlier, and although there are plenty of precious herbs, none of the three I’ve been looking for are in there. Looks like my trip is going to leave me empty-handed, and I’m afraid my esteemed shifu will be disappointed….”

　　Fang Xing’s heart was moved ever so slightly when he saw how melancholic the blue-clothed bandit had become. ‘Should I give him the Stellar Grass I hid from him?’