Chuying Star.
Happy Ho District.
With a flash of silvery light, Fang Xing appeared, a long sword on his back and a parcel hanging from the end of the scabbard.
Since making his plan, he went for one last shopping spree and left Qinglin Square without looking back, returning to the temporary camp and then quickly coming back.
It was not until this mont that he took a long breath and felt like sorting through the spoils of war.
"Spirit Stones, miscellaneous items not counted... one storage bag, one Blood Refining Magic Artifact, one Low Grade flying dagger, one Top Grade Magic Robe..."
"That damn Chen Yi just couldn’t drop enough Gold Coins to satisfy ..."
"You’re lucky you’re dead, but even though you’re dead, I won’t let you off easily... If Hua Feiyue and the others don’t handle it well, I’ll send a drone to plaster wanted posters everywhere... I’m sure to make this public knowledge, because I love a good show."
Fang Xing sighed, picking up the Top Grade Magic Robe. The robe was a dark cyan, woven from spirit silkworm thread, densely stitched with concealed shining threads. It featured Big and Small Ruyi, warmth in winter and coolness in sumr, and Protective Magic among other functions, but alas...
"I literally have no Mana... A Top Grade Magic Robe, arguably worth more than your average Top Grade Magic Artifact, is useless to !"
A Martial Artist couldn’t Refine a Magic Robe, not even capable of adjusting its size, but wearing it could at least provide so warmth in winter and coolness in sumr and could be used as a type of soft armor. Of course, that’s totally reliant on the fabric material itself to block attacks; activating its Protective Magic was out of the question.
For Fang Xing, this Top Grade Magic Robe only served one purpose, which was to pawn it off for Spirit Stones!
"And this storage bag... there must be good stuff in it, but I can’t open it..."
Fang Xing looked at the dusty storage bag in his hands, his frustration growing.
"A storage bag isn’t easily damaged by ordinary Magic Artifacts. Even if I shot it with a gun and really shattered it, the items wouldn’t just pop out; they’d scatter into spatial turbulence and disappear..."
Because many treasures from Cultivators were of no use to him, he didn’t really have much interest in Chen Yi.
But the man insisted on seeking death!
"Strictly speaking, since the ti I moved in next door to ng Yi and his wife... and later got in touch with Hua Feiyue, I was already being targeted, huh?"
"Forget it; the dead are gone, and I forgive you."
Fang Xing sighed again, taking a look at the flying dagger.
The Low Grade Magic Artifact dagger felt heavy in his hand, with a groove down the middle, a bona fide Low Grade Magic Artifact that even Innate True Qi struggled to activate.
In Fang Xing’s case, it was still just a decoration.
However, the ’Mo Wen Sword’, as a Blood Refining Magical Artifact, could be activated not only by Innate True Qi but also Postnatal Martial Artists could unleash so of its power through Blood Sacrifice!
But obviously, Fang Xing didn’t quite trust Chen Yi’s character, and had previously only used the inherent sharpness of the sword in battle.
Upon arrival here, he was even more prepared to use various thods to thoroughly inspect it.
Items from the Cultivation World shouldn’t pose a risk of leaking secrets and could be taken to this world.
As for the technology from this side?
There was still a certain risk, but more likely they’d be considered objects from extraterrestrial materials or unknown alloys.
"For safety’s sake, maybe I could buy a piece of equipnt and then take it back to the temporary camp for testing... but that would cost a lot of Star Coins, and I might have to go to the black market..."
Fang Xing sighed.
His active participation in the extramural internships was actually to understand the official thods better, so he could specifically avoid them!
"But even without using my own Essence Blood for Blood Sacrifice, this Blood Refining Magic Artifact is still a rare Divine Weapon... It’s more than enough for my current use."
Fang Xing placed his gains neatly, then opened the package hanging from his sword.
Inside the package were jade bottles, big and small, emanating a faint aroma of alcohol. The bigger ones contained ’Tiger Bone Wine,’ all made with bones of Demon Tigers, aside from his own brews, he had also purchased quite a few at the market.
Additionally, there were Body Refining Spirit Pills recomnded by the little assistant at Green Pill Workshop—the ’Tiger Marrow Pills’!
It was said that, to concoct this type of Elixir, the bone marrow of Demon Tigers was needed, hence it was very beneficial to the Physique and suitable for those at the Qi Cultivation Middle Stage of Body Cultivation.
For Postnatal Martial Artists, it was a bit of a waste.
But Fang Xing was never afraid to waste!
He went to the specially designated Training Room next door and took a sip of Tiger Bone Wine, "Huff... so spicy, so strong... underage drinking, I guess this counts as violating the Federation’s laws, huh? But it feels good! What kind of Martial Artist doesn’t drink while training?"
After drinking the Tiger Bone Wine, Fang Xing felt a warm sensation in his stomach and faint flows of Qi and blood erged, starting to Refine his Muscles and cleanse his Marrow.
"Um... the Tiger Bone Wine has a gentle effect, suitable for daily consumption in moderation, perfect to pair with Spirit Rice..."
"Besides that, it’s ti for the Tiger Marrow Pills!"
He poured out a black Tiger Marrow Pill and popped it into his mouth.
Growl!
The next instant, Fang Xing’s hands turned into claws and he lunged forward, assuming the ’Hidden Tiger Stance’.
In a hazy mont, he seed to transform into a Demon Tiger, prowling through the forests.
With every breath, a gust of wind followed him!
Clouds follow the Dragon, wind follows the Tiger!
Half an hour later, Fang Xing wiped off the stench of his sweaty exertion, glancing at his attribute panel:
[Second Realm: Sinews and Bones (Refining Muscle: 77/100)]
[Hidden Tiger Stance: 15/100 (Skilled)]
"Hmm? The Hidden Tiger Stance is improving so quickly?"
Actually, in these past few days, Fang Xing had noticed that whenever he practiced the Hidden Tiger Stance, he could easily increase a few points of skill, making remarkable progress.
Naturally, this was because he had the foundation of the Great Dragon Stance and had already taken a step into the Sinew and Bone Realm.
But today, a single dose of dicinal wine along with an elixir allowed him to skyrocket from the beginner stage of Hidden Tiger Stance directly to skilled.
Even within the skilled stage, he had progressed a little, which was sowhat unimaginable.
"Great stuff!"
"With these, I’m afraid I’ll be able to advance Hidden Tiger Stance to the ’master’ stage soon... and then it will be the Fourth Stage, ’Tiger Intent Realm’!"
Fang Xing even felt that the dicinal power of the dicinal wine and spirit pills had not been fully utilized but had settled in his bones.
When the ti ca for him to refine his bones, his progress would likely advance by leaps and bounds!
"After all, it’s just the Postnatal Realm... a little resources are enough to pile on."
After finishing practicing the Hidden Tiger Stance, he picked up the Mo Wen Sword and began to practice the moves of the Extre Emotion Sword.
Swish!
With a casual slash, a glint of dark light flashed on the blade of the Mo Wen Sword, instantly leaving a deep mark on the wall.
"Such a good sword, truly an excellent sword!"
He had known of the sharpness of the sword early on and had even used it to kill before.
Now, after just lightly practicing a few sword techniques, he feels as though the sword operates according to his will, and even its sword glow seems smoother and sharper compared to ordinary swords.
"Of course, in the Blue Star Federation, there are also weapons specifically crafted for Martial Artists, all made of various alloys... extrely precious."
"But as of now, it seems that this Mo Wen Sword in my hand is definitely not of Mortal Grade..."
"If its existence were to be exposed... it would most likely be treated as contraband or sothing from another planet..."
After all, not everyone in the interstellar era has thoughts of traversing worlds.
When faced with issues, decisions are certainly still made based on personal experience and knowledge.
The Mo Wen Sword’s material is unknown, most likely to be considered a special tal from other planets, and the forging technique could also co from the technology of another species!
In the vast universe, with all sorts of strange and diverse species, such a scenario is quite possible!
"Even so, I still can’t be too ostentatious..."
"After all, the origin of this sword is really hard to explain."
Fang Xing caressed the Mo Wen Sword, a sigh escaping him, "Chen, my friend, why couldn’t you be more generous and send over another Blood Refining Magical Artifact level blade?"
...
In the following period, Fang Xing reduced the number of trips to the Otherworld.
He was commuting between the school and dormitory daily, with diligent study and practice, rapidly improving his martial arts realm and the Hidden Tiger Stance.
Occasionally, he would also visit the splendid mansion of the Gu family and spar with Gu Yun.
It has to be said that martial arts require actual combat to improve, and Gu Yun happened to be sowhat similar to him, albeit behind in every aspect, making her the perfect target.
This day.
Fang Xing and Gu Yun stood side by side, arriving before a towering, cloud-piercing silver-white building.
The building seed to be made entirely of tal, without a single gap, and devoid of things like door fras or windows.
"Is this the Prevention and Control Bureau?"
Fang Xing glanced at the silver structure, feeling sowhat awed.
In the Blue Star Federation, the Prevention and Control Bureau was a huge entity, with branches on each planet and in every city.
In essence, any part the common people might co into contact with Outer Realm Evil Gods is under their jurisdiction!
"Yep, today is the first day of our field internship, and Aunt Bai will co to receive us."
Gu Yun dialed soone’s contact, and not long after, Fang Xing noticed the silver tallic wall appeared to lt, revealing a round gate.
Through this round gate, a myriad of more rounded archways could be seen inside, stacked on top of each other like layers of a cake.
A professional woman slowly stepped out from the layers of gates.
She was probably in her thirties, wearing gold-rimd glasses, her beautiful face usually devoid of any expression and quite stern.
Only when she saw Gu Yun did she reveal a slight smile: "Little Yun, you’re here?"
"Aunt Bai, hello, this is my classmate—Fang Xing!"
Gu Yun and Fang Xing hurriedly greeted her.
Out of the corner of his eye, Fang Xing caught a glimpse of the na tag pinned on Aunt Bai’s chest—’Faith Theory Departnt, Bai Ziling’.
"Alright, co with ."
Bai Ziling clicked her high heels, adjusted her glasses, and walked ahead.
Fang Xing followed Gu Yun, stepping into the silver structure.
"Each one of these gates corresponds to a known Outer Realm Evil God... if you have any items from Outer Realm Evil Gods or similar contamination, an alarm will be triggered imdiately."
Bai Ziling’s voice rang out.
Fang Xing’s heart stirred; to be cautious, he had left all his talismans and the Mo Wen Sword in the Otherworld before coming here today.
He wondered whether bringing them would have caused a reaction?
Passing through more than ten silver tallic archways, Fang Xing and Gu Yun finally arrived at a large hall.
Above, an artificial projection of blue skies and white clouds adorned the do, with a multitude of staff bustling to and fro inside, appearing extrely busy.
"Is this... the Prevention and Control Bureau?"
Gu Yun murmured, when suddenly, a palm landed on her shoulder: "Little sister, are you the daughter of Gu Renwang?"
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