Chapter 463: Chapter 190: Old and Young Daoists, Golden Body Breaking Realm

But he was much better now.

WHOOSH...

Fang Xing’s eyes snapped open, a flash of starlight glinting within them.

’It’s finally, completely healed.’

Feeling the recovery in his Dantian, Fang Xing’s heart calmed somewhat.

It had taken him a full six days to completely heal the injuries to his Dantian.

With his Dantian successfully healed, Fang Xing immediately opened the Mountain and River Treasure Mirror and took out several Elixirs, one after another.

Although the Mountain and River Treasure Mirror had suffered heavy damage and its surface was now covered in cracks, it wasn’t completely shattered. It had only temporarily lost its defensive and offensive capabilities.

Swallowing the glittering gold pills one by one, Fang Xing focused all his effort on absorbing the Elixirs’ energy to restore his Power.

Like a dry riverbed, his Dantian absorbed the Elixirs, and his True Essence slowly began to recover.

At the same time, absorbing Star Power accelerated his recovery.

The night passed in silence.

「The next day, at dawn.」

Fang Xing’s eyes opened. After a full night of consuming and absorbing Elixirs, supplemented by the All Heavens Life and Death Wheel drawing in Star Power, his Power had already recovered by about thirty percent.

Although it was only thirty percent of his Power, with his current recovered strength, clashing with a Grandmaster would be no problem at all.

While his qi and blood had been severely depleted, he had managed to restore at least half of it over the past few days.

His collection of Rare Treasure Medicines was considerable, and they were proving to be of great use now.

Getting up, Fang Xing got out of bed, walked to the door, and opened it.

The morning sun shone down. The air in the mountain Daoist Temple was fresh, and a single breath seemed to soothe his mind and spirit.

Aside from the injuries to his Flesh Body and Dantian, the damage to his Primordial Spirit had also recovered by thirty to forty percent over the past few days.

At the very least, the cracks on his Primordial Spirit had visibly disappeared.

However, this had also exhausted his entire collection.

The damage to his Primordial Spirit had been too severe. Even with the help of Primordial Spirit Elixirs and Divine Essence for recovery, he had only healed half of it, and his stored Divine Essence was long since depleted.

If he wanted to recover quickly, his only option was to use the Refining Divine Technique for a predatory recovery.

But he wouldn’t act rashly, at least not before his Cultivation was restored.

"Huh? Brother Fang, you’re awake so early today." A childish voice spoke up, and Ming Yue appeared before him, a medicine basket on her back.

Seeing Ming Yue, Fang Xing smiled slightly. "Just came out to stretch my legs. Are you heading out to gather herbs?"

"Mhm, the weather is nice today, so I’m going to gather some medicinal herbs. It’s still a bit of a walk."

Ming Yue nodded.

Fang Xing stepped forward, looked at the small basket on Ming Yue’s back, and reached out to take it, slinging it over his own shoulder.

"Come on, Brother Fang will go with you to gather herbs today."

"Will Master agree?" Ming Yue blinked, looking up at him.

"Go on. A little activity will do you good." Just then, a voice spoke up, and Daoist Qingfeng appeared with a warm smile.

"Okay!" Excitement spread across Ming Yue’s small face.

Daoist Qingfeng stepped forward and looked at Fang Xing. "It seems, Layman Fang, that you’re feeling much better."

Fang Xing nodded. "Yes, thank you for your care, Daoist. I am much better."

"Layman, the path up the mountain to gather herbs is dangerous. Your body..."

"Don’t worry, Daoist. It’s just a short walk. Not a problem," Fang Xing said with a smile.

Daoist Qingfeng nodded. Looking at Ming Yue, he said, "Be careful on the road. Don’t go too far."

"Mhm, I know, Master. Don’t you worry," Ming Yue said with a grin.

Then, she took Fang Xing by the hand and led him out of the Daoist Temple.

’That girl... Life has been hard on her. It’s rare for her to have some company.’

Watching Ming Yue and Fang Xing’s departing figures, Daoist Qingfeng sighed to himself.

—

The Five Villages Temple was situated halfway up a mountain, dozens of miles from the nearest village.

It was surrounded by great, towering mountains and dense forests, and the air was rich with Primordial Qi.

On the narrow mountain path, Ming Yue expertly led the way toward the herb-gathering grounds.

Fang Xing followed close behind her up the mountain.

For him, such a pleasant moment was a rare respite.

His mind felt at ease, which also helped with his recovery.

Following Ming Yue up the mountain, it wasn’t long before the two of them reached a hilltop.

Although Ming Yue was young, she was an expert on medicinal herbs—skills that Daoist Qingfeng had personally taught her step-by-step.

As Fang Xing accompanied Ming Yue in gathering herbs, he gazed at the quiet, secluded mountain forest around them, his eyes also scanning the distance.

He was currently located in the Yun Province of the Liang Kingdom.

The landscape here consisted mostly of high mountains and deep gorges.

Yun Province was vast, and the Five Villages Temple’s location was merely a small corner within one of its prefectures.

The nearest County Town was over a hundred miles away.

For an ordinary person, it would take several days to travel that distance. For him, however, it was but a single step.

"That’s... a five-hundred-year-old Wood Lingzhi!"

Ming Yue suddenly cried out in surprise, her eyes instantly lighting up as she looked at a nearby cliff face.

Fang Xing looked over as well. There, on the cliff face, a black Wood Lingzhi came into view.

Judging by its age, it was at least five or six hundred years old.

It grew on a sheer, inaccessible part of the cliff.

"It’s too high... I can’t reach it. What a pity." A look of disappointment crossed Ming Yue’s face, and she clenched her small fists as she stared at the Wood Lingzhi.

"Just leave it to your Brother Fang," Fang Xing said with a slight smile.

Hearing this, Ming Yue immediately grabbed his arm.

"No, Brother Fang! It’s on a sheer cliff! There are no footholds. You can’t risk it."

Ming Yue looked at him, her eyes clear and her expression earnest.

Fang Xing chuckled. "Don’t worry, Ming Yue. Your Brother Fang will be fine."

With that, Fang Xing took a step forward. In the next instant, he appeared like a phantom on the sheer cliff. Before Ming Yue’s astonished eyes, he plucked the Wood Lingzhi from its perch.

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