Chapter 71: Legend of the Divine Extension Sect

Feeling someone attack from behind, Yun Qing flicked his body, turned and kicked out!

Bang!

That crazy figure took Yun Qing's kick head-on, didn't retreat an inch, bared teeth and claws, and lunged straight at Fang Xu.

Fang Xu was about to dodge, but then heard the words he was muttering.

"Divine Extension... Divine Extension... Transformed into a god! Transformed into a god!"

In a moment of surprise, he thus had both hands firmly grabbed by him, meeting that fervent gaze, unable to break free for a while.

He was talking about Divine Extension!?

Could it be related to the Divine Extension Canon?

How does he know I have the Divine Extension Canon?

Fang Xu was thinking in shock, but saw Yun Qing already draw his long sword, preparing to slay the madman with one strike.

"Young Master Yun." Fang Xu hurriedly stopped him, saying: "Why bother with a madman?"

"Over there!"

"Quickly seize him!"

Yun Qing frowned, and a group of constables in official uniforms quickly arrived; two of them struggled hard to pull the madman who was hugging Fang Xu apart.

"Take him away!"

The lead junior constable waved his hand, had the madman taken away, then looked at Fang Xu and asked: "What's your relation to that madman?"

Fang Xu gave a wry smile and clasped his hands: "I don't know him; he just rushed at me as I was walking."

The junior constable eyed him suspiciously, turned and looked at Yun Qing holding a long sword, and rebuked: "Carrying a weapon on the street, you intend..."

Before he could finish, he noticed the golden glitter embroidery on Yun Qing's attire, his face suddenly filled with fear, and he hastily dropped to one knee, clasped his hands: "I am ignorant, not recognizing you, my lord; please forgive me, my lord!"

Golden glitter embroidery is the mark of the Yun family's direct line; the Yun family are the heavens of Huangzhou Prefecture; although this junior constable doesn't know Yun Qing, he also knows this person before him must be from the Yun family.

"Alright, get lost." Yun Qing sheathed his long sword, not bothering to argue with the junior constable.

Seeing this, the junior constable hastily clasped his hands in thanks and left.

"Young Master Yun, why are the constables arresting that madman?" Fang Xu asked, somewhat puzzled.

Yun Qing pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "This matter traces back to before the founding of the Yu State."

"The previous dynasty was corrupt, feudal lords sprang up everywhere, they warred against each other, the common people suffered in dire straits, and some villains took the opportunity to establish heretical cults, deceiving the populace."

"The 'Divine Extension' shouted by that madman was a heretical cult active in the Huangzhou region at that time, called the Divine Extension Sect."

"Followers of the Divine Extension Sect worship the so-called Divine Extension; the leader calls himself Prefect Lord, and beneath him are five Chief Fathers."

"It is said that at the height of the Divine Extension Sect, the five Chief Fathers were all Martial Venerable realm powerhouses, and that mysterious Prefect Lord was even a figure the founding Yu Emperor feared."

Hearing this, Fang Xu was somewhat astonished.

"That strong?"

Yun Qing sneered: "As the saying goes, heaven's misdeeds can be avoided; self-inflicted misdeeds cannot be survived."

"After that Prefect Lord took control of the entire Huangzhou, he actually went so far as to madly attempt to create a new cultivation system by dissecting martial artists."

"After slaughtering many followers, he then turned his gaze to his five Chief Fathers, forcing them to betray him, and together with the Yu Emperor they killed him."

"Afterward, the Divine Extension Sect was labeled a heretical cult by the imperial court; anyone who spoke of Divine Extension would be arrested immediately."

This...

Fang Xu furrowed his brows.

He didn't know whether the Divine Extension Sect Yun Qing spoke of had any connection to the Divine Extension Canon he had studied.

But... after pinching the hard object in his hand, Fang Xu felt that the madman was not ordinary.

Yun Qing is a Warrior Master Seventh Level martial artist; even a casual kick could kill an ordinary person outright.

That madman took his kick without injury, and before Fang Xu could react, he firmly grabbed him and shoved something into his hand.

Retracting his fist into his sleeve, Fang Xu looked at Yun Qing and said: "Young Master Yun, let's go."

Yun Qing gave a slight nod, brought Fang Xu to the Hall of Spring Return, and bought some Blood Qi Pills.

"Alright, you go look for weapons yourself; I'll head to this tavern for a drink and come find you later." Apparently uninterested in Fang Xu's upcoming affairs, Yun Qing directly picked a tavern by the roadside, preparing to have a little drink.

Seeing that, Fang Xu didn't say much more, and walked straight toward the Stone Slab Street.

Not long after, he saw many martial artists setting up stalls in an alley; Fang Xu walked leisurely among them, feeling as if he were strolling through the Pan Family Garden in his past life.

The stalls displayed a messy assortment: broken weapons, armor, ferocious beasts' bones, hides, teeth, horns, plus strange plants, roots, patterned metal sheets, stone slabs, and so on.

It could be described as myriad and wondrous; moreover, the stall owners had carefully prepared all sorts of marvelous tales for these items to highlight their value.

He didn't know if there were any good items among them, but there were certainly plenty willing to be suckers.

After wandering a short while, Fang Xu saw several Warrior Apprentice First and Second Level martial artists emptying their money bags, elatedly clutching those alleged secret techniques discovered deep in the Lift-Blue Mountain, and leaving.

Little did he know, these stall owners themselves might never have entered the Lift-Blue Mountain.

"Young man, what do you want? I have a batch of good stuff just freshly obtained from the Lift-Blue Mountain ruins!"

As Fang Xu walked, a thin man mysteriously approached him and said:

"Lift-Blue Mountain ruins?"

Fang Xu couldn't help but want to laugh; whether these guys' stuff is genuine or not aside, their news is quite well-informed.

The appearance of the Lift-Blue Mountain ruins is known to few; this person actually used it as a pretense.

After glancing at the items on his stall, Fang Xu shook his head, about to leave, when the thin man hastily grabbed him, looked left and right, then mysteriously tore open his worn clothes, revealing the few items hanging inside, and said:

"I see you're also a connoisseur; those things aren't up to your standards—take a look at these few."

Fang Xu glanced at those few items on him.

A broken sword tip, slightly rusted; a bronze-made dagger, with a faint chill, actually appearing rather sharp.

A piece of unknown beast skin, etched with a map-like pattern, plus several bronze fragments bearing inscriptions.

He shook his head and smiled, saying, "I'm not interested in your stuff."

The skinny man heard this, immediately glared, and said, "These are all good stuff!"

Fang Xu couldn't be bothered to waste words with him, and immediately turned to leave.

The skinny man gritted his teeth and said, "Young man, do you think my stuff is fake?"

Fang Xu said nothing, preparing to move on, but saw the skinny man suddenly dart out, lightly brushing past his body, and in the next moment, a heavy cloth bag appeared in his hand.

Fang Xu frowned, a killing intent flashed in his eyes: "You're courting death!"

That cloth bag was his money pouch, containing all of his possessions.

"Calm down, young man, calm down!" the skinny man hurriedly handed the cloth bag to Fang Xu, then leaned in and whispered, "I just wanted to prove to you that I have that ability."

"Take a look, young man; on this street, anything you fancy, I can get for you—price is negotiable."

Fang Xu heard this and laughed angrily.

"Then help me get that turquoise-inlaid dagger from that stall."

The skinny man chuckled and said, "Just wait."

As his words fell, he went straight to the stall Fang Xu pointed at, lowered his head, pretended to browse and chatted with the vendor for a couple of sentences, then came back to Fang Xu, and now a dagger had appeared in his hand.

"How's that?" the man boasted proudly.

Fang Xu was somewhat surprised; he had been watching the man closely just now and hadn't seen him move.

"Young man, to be honest, I feel we have a connection; let me show you a truly good thing."

He pulled Fang Xu to a deserted corner, the skinny man rummaged in his bosom and produced a dusty object, handing it to Fang Xu.

Seeking recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, and reads; thanks for your hard work, everyone.

(End of chapter)