Ti flew by in the blink of an eye.
Before you knew it, the end of August had arrived.
On the edge of the Great Wilderness just outside Qinglin Square, the density of demon beasts in the wild had dramatically decreased due to the end of the beast tide, emboldening many martial artists to hunt in groups, slaughtering demon beasts and harvesting spiritual dicines.
Panting heavily!
Accompanied by terrifying snorts, a three-ter-long wild boar with a crimson body and a pair of long tusks charged out from the dense forest.
It was like a heavy tank, the trees collapsing in its wake, the ground being torn apart.
Opposing it was a young martial artist with a sword and saber on his back.
"With a saber in hand, no ghost god shall remain... Kill!"
Fang Xing was like a god or demon, as the steel saber in his hand burst forth with a dazzling saber light. He moved with the saber, transforming into a straight line as he ferociously clashed with the first rank low-grade demon beast.
Swoosh!
Just as he was about to collide with the wild boar demon, he twisted his waist and in a critical mont made a sudden bend, performing an action that defied human biochanics like a paper cutout.
Hiss!
He sidestepped the boar’s charge, his steel saber flashing as he ferociously chopped at the neck of the demon beast!
The beast’s body was covered in a thick layer of grease and dirt that, combined with its natural talents, made it as sturdy as iron armor.
Yet under the edge of the saber, it was cut open like tofu.
The blade sliced through the thick outer shell, then flesh and bone...
"Unbreakable!"
In the midst of this strike, Fang Xing seed to gain a deeper understanding of the Ghost God Saber’s characteristic, which was unstoppable might and the ability to slice through anything!
Spurt!
In the end, a large boar’s head flew high into the air, blood gushing like a fountain.
After being beheaded with a single strike, the headless corpse of the wild boar demon still charged forward several dozen ters before finally stopping as it crashed into a huge tree, knocking it down.
[Ghost God Saber: 7/100 (Entry Level)]
"Good, my proficiency with the Ghost God Saber has increased by one point. Truly, martial arts require actual combat..."
Fang Xing was sowhat excited.
Ever since he achieved entry level with both the Ghost God Saber and the Extre Emotion Sword, he would occasionally co to the wilderness to practice his moves.
Many martial arts skills needed real combat experience in order to improve rapidly!
Moreover, one of the benefits in the Cultivation World was that human life was cheap.
Even if dozens of people died, it hardly mattered at all, as battles occurred on a daily basis.
If this were on Chuying Star, it wouldn’t just be about wanton killing; even the death of a single person would have detectives knocking on the neighbors’ doors.
Unless it was in the black market!
But in the black market, everyone wore protective clothing, making them tough to kill, and it was even possible for things to go awry!
In the wilderness of the Cultivation World, however, the chances of an accident were sowhat lower.
"The path of martial arts, one step ahead is steps ahead!"
"Moreover, it’s about the college entrance exam!"
Starting A-level martial arts in the freshman year, his progress naturally far outpaced those sophomores and juniors who only began to touch upon A-level skills.
With just this one aspect alone, he could surpass many others and aim for a better university in the future!
"School starts again tomorrow, huh..."
With a hint of lancholy, Fang Xing stepped forward to harvest materials from the wild boar demon’s body.
Recently, the price of demon beast at had shown signs of rebounding; thus, even the pork could not be wasted and could be slowly sold off to Hua Feiyue.
This ti, his outing was still nominally under the guise of contacting dicinal herb channels, which ant he also had to pick up a batch of herbs from a temporary camp.
’From now on, I’ll mainly leave things here to Hua Feiyue...’
’This woman seems trustworthy for the ti being... The Black Tiger Gang and Chen Yi have quieted down for so reason recently, so there isn’t much trouble...’
Fang Xing was cutting a large pig thigh when he suddenly stood up, looking at the dense forest: "Who’s there?"
"What great hearing, young friend!"
A figure leapt out, a young man dressed in black.
Tall and slender with a heroic face, he stood on the treetop, his figure moving up and down with the branches, displaying extraordinary qinggong.
At this mont, as he looked at the fallen wild boar corpse, a glint flashed in his eyes: "According to the square’s rules, upon eting, the loot is shared, young friend, you..."
After all, he was an innate martial artist with superb qinggong, and upon seeing Fang Xing, he couldn’t help but look down on him.
Moreover, a first rank low-grade demon beast was quite valuable in spirit stones!
Though for so cultivators it might not an much, to every martial artist, not even a grain of spirit sand could be overlooked!
"Courting death!"
Fang Xing’s face darkened, and his steel saber flew out of his hand.
Swoosh!
The steel saber thrust into the tree behind the young man, burying itself to the hilt.
"Just a postnatal martial artist, not knowing if you relied on traps or poison to luckily kill a low-grade demon beast, you dare..."
The young man’s figure blurred like a phantom, instantly manifesting three silhouettes and silently appearing at Fang Xing’s side, his eyes revealing a hint of cruelty.
Clang!
The next instant, Fang Xing’s long sword was drawn!
This was naturally not a blood-refining magical artifact but a Green Blade Sword purchased randomly from a street vendor.
Its material was considered decent in the secular world and could barely be called a sharp weapon, but to a cultivator, it was no better than rotten iron.
Swish!
A sword flash.
The young man suddenly stumbled, and in his daze, he seed to see the willow trees of his old ho, the lotus pond bathed in moonlight, and under the willow tree...her.
"Sorry...Ling’er, in the end, I still..."
A tear slid down from the corner of the young man’s eye.
Pff!
He clutched at his throat, unable to say a word.
Fang Xing pulled out the sword tip, not a bit more, not a bit less.
Thud!
The young man’s body imdiately fell to the ground.
"Postnatal defying Innate, that’s all there is to it, I didn’t even need my Protective Clothing!"
"The Extre Emotion Sword, its power seems to be even greater than the Ghost God Saber, but it’s truly difficult to master..."
Fang Xing sheathed his sword, glancing at his attribute bar:
[Extre Emotion Sword: 5/100 (Beginner)]
Ever since he obtained the aid of the "Chaotic God Talisman," he had practiced day and night, at last mastering the A-rank Martial Arts to the beginner level.
Even at the beginner level, the sword’s power was astonishing.
Under the Simulation Realm, even an Innate master would be montarily in a daze of the spirit.
In the clash between masters, a split second of ntal distraction was enough for Fang Xing to kill his opponent ten tis over!
"I just don’t know if it will be effective against Cultivators? Cultivators at the Qi Cultivation Stage have ’Spiritual Sense’, which might make their Spiritual Defense stronger than that of a Martial Artist...but my Extre Emotion Sword is rely at the beginner level, it can still be improved!"
"At least, a true Realm can definitely have an effect on Cultivators!"
As Fang Xing mused, he covered his hands with a layer of nano gloves and began to loot the body.
"Damn, turns out he was broke, only a few Spirit Sand..."
"Martial Arts Manual? His qinggong was quite good, it’s disappointing that he didn’t carry it on him, negative review!"
...
After a thorough search, Fang Xing cursed under his breath and went back to the square.
These square Martial Artists were naturally not as affluent as the Black Market Martial Artists; at the very least, they had nothing like high-tech equipnt such as Laser Guns or Nano Protective Suits.
It was even more frustrating that the Secret Manuals weren’t dropping lately.
Straw hut.
"Young Master is going off alone again to hunt Demon Beasts?"
Hua Feiyue found herself increasingly unable to see through this young master.
Although she knew he possessed a Blood Refining Magical Artifact, why did he need to risk his life if he controlled the source of the dicinal herbs?
"Starting from tomorrow, the Spirit Stones will be settled every three days..."
Fang Xing said no more, handing over a set of neatly organized dicinal herbs and Demon Beast materials to Hua Feiyue.
By this ti, he felt he could trust her enough to extend the paynt period slightly.
After all, even if he lost three days’ inco, it ant nothing to him, just the price of gauging soone’s character.
Besides, after starting school, he wouldn’t be able to imrse himself here day and night; he had to delegate.
"Please rest assured, Young Master!"
Hua Feiyue smiled and took the items, throwing Fang Xing a charming glance.
With the aid of the "Seven Emotions Technique," her training over this period had made her very familiar with Fang Xing.
Alas, today’s Fang Xing was straight to the point and promptly showed her out with tea.
After Hua Feiyue left, Fang Xing sat in silence, beginning to cook Spirit Rice. He also started practicing the Great Dragon Stance.
Having eaten the Spirit Rice, he then practiced the Ghost God Saber and Extre Emotion Sword.
"The greatest effect of A-rank Martial Arts is to protect the spirit! It allows facing the Spiritual Shock and corruption from the minions of the Evil God directly!"
His form weaving through the countless sword shadows and saber glints, Fang Xing found himself contemplating many things.
"I realized during my training that when facing the ’Seven Emotions Technique,’ if I simulate the realm of the Ghost God Saber, Hua Feiyue’s Spirit Martial Arts has no effect on ..."
"Once the Extre Emotion Sword is mastered, even against a Cultivator’s ’Chaotic God Talisman,’ as long as I intend to resist, I can be exempt."
"Considering this, when I encounter Cultivators skilled in ntal attacks like those who practice Charming Skills, could I also remain unmoved?"
Cultivators are formidable because they have myriad thods.
Yet, such secret techniques that attack the spirit are also among the most important ones.
"But why am I always thinking about how to battle with Cultivators?"
"As a true Martial Artist, am I destined to crush everything in the Otherworld with my fists?"
Fang Xing sighed and went down to the basent, looking at his possessions.
"Laser Guns, Nano Protective Suits, electric batons, various surveillance equipnt, and a stockpile of Spirit Grass, worth about fifty Low Grade Spirit Stones..."
"Besides, I still have thirty-seven Spirit Stones and eight Spirit Sand, as well as various Elixirs, Martial Arts Manuals, Poison Powder, Hidden Weapons, and other miscellaneous items..."
"At Hua Feiyue’s, there are three days’ worth of paynts, roughly worth fifteen or sixteen Low Grade Spirit Stones..."
"Finally, there is this bottle of ’Innate Pill.’"
He picked up a Jade Bottle that contained a milky white elixir, sealed with a ’Sealing Spirit Talisman.’
Upon learning from the maid, Xiaorui, at the Green Pill Workshop that such an ’Innate Pill,’ once refined and stored in a special Jade Bottle with a ’Sealing Spirit Talisman,’ could maintain its efficacy for about five years, Fang Xing imdiately spent fifty Spirit Stones to purchase an ’Innate Pill’!
After all, he expected that within a year, he would have reached Perfect in the Second Realm.
By then, the Innate Pill would co in handy, allowing him to break into the Rough Jade Realm!
"After the Rough Jade Realm, with True Qi, I can activate many talismans...that will give even more thods."
Anticipation flashed in Fang Xing’s eyes.
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