Having said this, Zhou Qiankun sighed with emotion.
"Working hard outside, narrowly escaped death, and harvesting seven from the sect. We can only get three. Planting elixirs. My talent is enough to have a stable income. Isn't it better than those people who fight hard outside and end up with no bones left?"
When Old Ghost Fang heard this, his eyes dimmed.
Wasn't this the case when he was young?
After fighting to the death, he finally got a chance, and the sect took 70% of it.
And those geniuses with middle-grade spiritual roots and high-grade spiritual roots can obtain a lot of resources just by sitting in the sect and not caring about anything.
Fang Laogui understood from beginning to end that the world was never fair.
However, Zhou Qiankun actually had some talent in growing elixirs, which he did not expect.
It seems that he is really confused when he cares about him, and he has never really understood him.
Old ghost Fang smiled with relief: "That's fine, practicing safely is much better than being precarious."
Zhou Qiankun looked at Old Ghost Fang, walked gently behind him, and stretched out his hands to massage him.
Zhou Qiankun's actions made Fang Laogui stunned for a moment, and then laughed.
Although Zhou Qiankun seems cynical, his true goodness is still there, which is extremely rare for immortal cultivators who have experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Elder Fang is increasingly eager to wait for that day when he ascends to the Divine Mansion and fights for the world's lowest-grade spiritual root monks.
"Lin Qian, I am very pleased that you have not given up on yourself. However, I need to remind you that you should not blindly improve your realm. It is also extremely important to lay a solid foundation."
Zhou Qiankun smiled, knowing that Old Ghost Fang was caring about him.
He said carelessly: "Don't worry, Old Ghost Fang, I have discussed the Tao with Liu Yongfei, the disciple of the great elder Zuo Qianqiu, and I already know this and will not cut off the future."
Knowing that Zhou Qiankun already knew this, Fang Laogui felt even more relieved.
"It's the little girl from the Liu family. She's quite nice. Building a good relationship with her will be of great benefit to your career."
Speaking of this, Old Ghost Fang's eyes showed a bit of gloom.
If he had the fate of Zhou Qiankun back then and someone could remind him, maybe things would be different today.
Zhou Qiankun knew that Old Ghost Fang had a story, and asked out of curiosity: "Old Ghost Fang, you seem to have a story?"
Old ghost Fang sighed and told the mistakes he made when he was young.
It turns out that when Fang Laogui was young, he could not hold his head high among his peers because of his inferior spiritual roots. Even the elders did not look him in the eyes.
After being ridiculed and denied, he did not give up. Instead, he became angrier and stronger, vowing to gain a reputation and use the lower-grade spiritual roots to achieve the divine palace and let others know that spiritual roots cannot determine everything.
In order to achieve this goal, Fang Laogui almost competed with heaven and people when he was young, desperate to improve his realm.
For a time, Fang Laogui's cultivation level advanced by leaps and bounds, even surpassing those geniuses in the eyes of the world. He was very proud, thinking that he could really break the curse of inferior spiritual roots that prevented him from stepping into the divine palace.
However, it was not until he arrived at the spiritual platform that he realized that in order to surpass others, he only focused on improving his realm, but he had no time to polish the foundation. Wanting to go further had become a luxury.
It wasn't until I got older that I realized that it wasn't that he surpassed those geniuses, but that those geniuses didn't take him seriously from the beginning to the end.
His so-called rise, in their eyes, is nothing more than digging his own grave.
Fang Laogui suddenly smiled when he recalled his youth: "Speaking of which, in order to prove that low-grade spiritual roots can surpass the genius of high-grade spiritual roots, I did something that caused a sensation in the world."
Zhou Qiankun's massaging hand paused, and Fang Laogui's words made him more and more curious.
"What's the big deal?"
Old Ghost Fang's aura was different. The aura of twilight on his body was gone, replaced by a domineering aura that looked down on the world.
This scene made Zhou Qiankun's eyes widen.
Is the person in front of me really Old Ghost Fang?
His aura was so strong that he was like an undefeated god of war. The world was trampled under his feet, and it seemed that the world could not tolerate him.
Zhou Qiankun was shocked. Although Old Ghost Fang was only in the late stage of Lingtai at this moment, his intuition told him that even if the peak of Lingtai was right in front of him, he could still suppress it with his hand.
Even if he faced the Divine Mansion, he would still have to fight without any regrets even if he died.
Old Ghost Fang's angry voice sounded, causing the world to tremble.
"I went to challenge the first genius of the royal family at that time, who is now the Emperor of Chu."
Zhou Qiankun took a breath, and the shock on his face became even worse. He could hardly believe his ears.
What Fang Laogui challenged back then was actually the current Emperor of Chu, the man who was in charge of the entire Chu State and had immense power.
"You... have you really fought against Emperor Chu?" Zhou Qiankun's voice trembled, and the shock almost made him unable to control himself.
An indescribable light flashed in Fang Laogui's eyes.
That day, the imperial capital was like a hundred-level earthquake. The entire Chu State, from the ten major sects to the common people, all focused their attention on the imperial capital.
With the appearance of the following high-grade spiritual roots, challenging the first genius of Chu, the Emperor of Chu, who possesses the highest-grade spiritual roots, is the most amazing thing in the entire Chu in ten thousand years.
On that day, countless proud men gathered in the imperial capital, and countless low-grade spiritual root monks were also looking forward to the news from the imperial capital.
That day, in the square of the imperial capital, on a high platform, the then previous Emperor Chu was sitting on the jade throne, his eyes like lightning, overlooking the crowd below.
Behind him stood representatives of the ten major sects of Da Chu, as well as the geniuses of various counties.
They are all here to witness this unprecedented challenge.
In the square, a young man slowly walked forward. His figure was not tall, but every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's hearts.
Chu Xianyu, the number one genius in Dachu, locked his eyes on the visitor, and his face that had been wild and unrestrained for many years became solemn.
The clouds in the sky stopped for the two of them, and under the gaze of everyone, a war that shocked the whole world broke out.
In that battle, the two fought for more than three hundred rounds.
The sky was shattered and the earth was shattered, and the sun and moon lost all light.
Countless talented people were eclipsed by it and felt sad.
The ten superpowers were all shocked, and all the gods came out to witness this shocking battle.
Zhou Qiankun asked nervously: "What's the result? Old ghost Fang, did you win?"
Fang Laogui held his head high and his chest proudly, full of confidence.
"Of course...I lost the fight."
Zhou Qiankun held his forehead and looked at Fang Old Ghost's proud look. He thought he had won the battle.
Old Ghost Fang coughed, without any trace of embarrassment on his face.
He calmed down his momentum and sat down slowly without any embarrassment.
"Isn't this normal? I am a low-level spiritual root monk who needs resources but no resources, and spells but no spells. What about others? I have been soaked in potions since I was a child, and mystical-level spells and even earth-level spells are at my fingertips. There are also a large group of people preaching , the question that took me ten years to figure out was answered by a senior in just one sentence, how do I win?"
