Chapter 43: An Era Sparkling with Stars, a New Fishing Attempt

How much longer will it take to heal them?

Ye Xuan asked Jiang Qingyao.

It will take some more time; their injuries are quite severe.

Jiang Qingyao sighed, using Double Full Hands to treat Lin Ruoxi’s wounds.

Gu Che’s injuries were worse, but as a Qinglong Fruit user, his powerful self-healing ability, combined with her healing, repaired his wounds rapidly;

Lin Ruoxi was far more problematic—without any special physique, she relied entirely on the healing effect of Double Full Hands.

Jiang Qingyao couldn’t help glancing at Ye Xuan twice more.

This guy showed zero mercy toward Lin Ruoxi, striking with exactly the same force he used on Gu Che—in this era obsessed with looks, could there really be a battle fanatic who didn’t care about gender or appearance at all?

Oh right, he truly didn’t care.

If he cared even a little, he wouldn’t have asked her if she wanted to fight him too.

“Then I’ll go rest.”

Ye Xuan waved at them and turned away without hesitation.

The battle was over, and someone was already healing them—he had no reason to stay.

As for whether someone like “Zhen Zhibing” would come to pick up the corpses after he left.

Jiang Qingyao was indeed weaker in combat power than Gu Che and Lin Ruoxi, but if she were truly weak, she wouldn’t rank sixth on the Transcendent List.

“After this… can we fight again?”

Gu Che’s voice came from behind Ye Xuan, who turned around—Gu Che, aided by his self-healing and Jiang Qingyao’s Double Full Hands, could now barely stand.

In his gaze burned anticipation, even longing.

To fully unlock the power of the Qinglong Fruit, one must constantly hone oneself on the edge of life and death—Bai Shou Kai Duo had already given him the best example.

Though the feeling of near-death was unpleasant, each time he was healed from grave injury, his strength grew stronger.

If he could spar several more times with an opponent like Ye Xuan…

“Your strength is too weak.”

“Come back when you’ve grown stronger.”

Ye Xuan shook his head; though Gu Che’s strength was decent, the gap between them was still too vast.

He now fully understood why Su Mengyao had told him not to expect much from their strength.

Compared to everyone except Zhong Lao, he was indeed overpowered.

“Fine, when I grow stronger, I’ll come challenge you again.”

“Don’t let me defeat you by then.”

Gu Che grinned, eyes ablaze with fiery determination.

He wasn’t angry that Ye Xuan called him weak—because it was true. What was there to be angry about with the truth?

True Qiangzhe face their gaps—and then surpass them!

Jiang Qingyao couldn’t help mocking:

“You get beaten to a pulp and still issue a challenge? Are you a masochist?”

“You don’t understand—this is what true exhilaration feels like!”

Gu Che flexed his healing arm carelessly, eyes blazing.

“Exhilarating, huh?”

Jiang Qingyao sneered, suddenly raising her hand—

“Slap!”

“Aaagh—!”

Gu Che screamed as his freshly reset arm was knocked out of joint again.

Lin Ruoxi laughed on the ground, slapping it:

“Serves you right! Stop pretending!”

She forgot she was injured herself—the wound pulled, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

But she still shouted toward Ye Xuan’s retreating back:

“Don’t forget me! When I’m strong enough, I’ll fight you again.”

“Next time, I’ll make you draw your sword!”

Gu Che twisted his head, teeth bared:

“Hey, do you know first come, first served?”

“Shut up, defeated underling.”

“You who didn’t even last a minute have the nerve to call me a defeated underling?”

“I said we’re both defeated underlings, you idiot!”

“Both of you, be quiet!”

“If you keep arguing, I’ll leave you here to fend for yourselves!”

The medical girl Jiang Qingyao’s temple throbbed with veins as she roared.

Far away, Ye Xuan’s figure had vanished completely, yet the three’s voices still reached his ears clearly—he kept walking, only the corner of his mouth twitching slightly upward.

The revival of Qi brought Earth a chance for evolution; dimensional invasions offered life and civilization the possibility of instant ascension.

Ye Xuan didn’t know how long it would take for his All-Heaven Fishing System to crown him atop this planet.

But he thought it would be quite interesting if many geniuses emerged on Earth during this process, bringing endless possibilities to the planet.

His future self was destined to reach the summit—but before that future arrived, witnessing the rise of an era ablaze with brilliant stars was not without its charm.

Night wind brushed past; Ye Xuan’s figure slowly merged into darkness; behind him, the city’s lights still burned bright.

The most thrilling chapter of this era had only just begun.

Cultivation was an intoxicating pursuit—certainly so for Ye Xuan.

The ability to clearly perceive one’s strength rising at a visible pace—this nearly tangible sense of growth—was an irresistible temptation to anyone chasing power.

The flow of Qi through every inch of meridian, the tangible strengthening of every muscle—this real, palpable increase in power was far more captivating than any external pleasure.

The release of the Transcendent List had no impact on the daily lives of the people of Great Xia.

Aside from a few new topics in everyday conversation, everything remained as before.

Time passed slowly, day after day, in this quiet rhythm.

Unconsciously, Ye Xuan reached his third month since gaining the system—marking his acquisition of a new fishing attempt.

“My first fishing yielded the template of the Young Lord Wangquan’s Might; my second fishing yielded the Ninth-ranked Infernal Fire, Three Thousand Flame Fire.”

“I wonder what I’ll fish up this third time.”

“I hope it’s something that can help me.”

Even so, Ye Xuan didn’t know what he was lacking right now.

In swordcraft, Wangquan Sword Art and Wangquan Sword Intent were constantly improving; Three Thousand Flame Fire allowed him to train normally despite the low Qi concentration, compensating for his weak self-healing.

Even the destructive power of Three Thousand Flame Fire itself surpassed Wangquan Sword Intent.

If he had to name a deficiency, it would be lifespan—but he was still at the beginning of life, and his lifespan would naturally extend as his strength grew and his life tier evolved.

He didn’t care much about it.

After all, the only thing he truly consumed lifespan for was Wangquan Sword Intent; those stronger than him, he couldn’t beat even with Wangquan Sword Intent; those weaker, he could beat without it.

Of course, if this fishing yielded something related to extending lifespan, he wouldn’t refuse.

There were those who could reject immortality—but he was certainly not one of them.

(End of Chapter)