Chapter 175

175. Chapter 175: Instant Kill (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Sword cultivators are indeed all a bunch of lunatics."

The *Jin Dan* demonic cultivator cursed inwardly.

It is well known that *Si Tian Jian Sect* sword cultivators love to duel; who knows, they might really be looking forward to a war in the cultivation world.

"As long as I take you down, who would know it was my *Mo Sect* that made the move?"

A pitch-black demonic banner magic treasure appeared in the *Jin Dan* demonic cultivator's hand, and he shook it vigorously.

Woo— woo—!

Streams of pitch-black demonic wind, like dragons, met that streak of piercing white light!

Pop!

Only to see the sword light twisting like a dragon, actually slicing down the streams of pitch-black demonic dragons one after another.

Fang Xing delivered a sword strike and had already arrived in front of this demonic cultivator.

"Slash!"

His tongue bloomed like spring thunder, and the *Rotten Iron Sword* transformed into a sword light of platinum flecked with blue, slashing onto that magic treasure shield.

Crack!

A crack actually appeared on the magic treasure shield.

"Impossible, this is a genuine magic treasure, how could it be slashed and cracked by a flying sword that is only a prototype of a magic treasure... No, what is your flying sword made of?"

The demonic cultivator discovered something was wrong immediately, his figure retreating like a gale.

"Slash!"

Fang Xing spat out a thunderous sound, the *Rotten Iron Sword*'s light flashed explosively, actually splitting that magic treasure shield in two!

The sword light was astonishing, catching up to the black-clad demonic cultivator's figure!

"Since you aren't afraid, why hide? Unless your demonic body has not yet reached perfection and cannot withstand a few slashes and splits..."

Fang Xing chuckled, the *Rotten Iron Sword* slashing directly into the black-clad demonic cultivator's robes.

Pfft!

The sword light felt like it had struck tough leather.

The black-clad demonic cultivator's figure exploded, turning into countless gales, and also resembling strands of pitch-black chains, not only binding the *Rotten Iron Sword* but also attempting to bind Fang Xing's true body.

"Heh heh... you've fallen for it. By sacrificing my demonic body, I can take your little life right now!"

With his magic treasure slashed, the *Jin Dan* demonic cultivator now treated Fang Xing as a mortal enemy, no longer having the slightest thought of taking a prisoner.

At the tips of those strands resembling pitch-black chains, large hands suddenly grew, intent on grabbing Fang Xing.

But the next moment, these iron chains automatically disintegrated, and the demonic cultivator's screams came from within: "Ah ah ah... this is... sword intent?"

"Not bad, it is indeed sword intent."

Fang Xing smiled slightly, a hazy radiance flashing over the *Rotten Iron Sword*.

Wherever it passed, the countless black mist chains dissipated like spring snow meeting the sun.

"Your demonic body can temporarily turn into wind, but your spirit cannot block the slash of sword intent... This is the greatest weakness of this demonic art of yours."

Fang Xing casually formed a seal, the flying sword changing unpredictably, streaks of sword intent seemingly slashing directly into the black-clad demonic cultivator's sea of consciousness.

"Furthermore... your demonic art is still far from perfection. A fleshly body can be dissolved, but that *Zhen Dan* cannot be..."

The *Rotten Iron Sword* flew like a star, and after dispersing a large amount of demonic mist and evil wind, it spotted a *Zhen Dan*.

This *Zhen Dan* was turning into a beam of light, flying backward, only to be hit straight on by the flying sword.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by the *Zhen Dan* shattering, the demonic cultivator screamed, a large amount of mist instantly dissipating, turning into countless severed limbs and remains, falling from mid-air along with a rain of blood.

After losing its master's control, the remaining magic treasure, the demonic banner, let out a mournful cry, a dark green radiance flashing on it, turning into a palm-sized small banner that fell to the ground.

This demonic cultivator was also unlucky; he hadn't considered the possibility that Fang Xing had mastered sword intent at all.

After all, his judgment was too sharp, seeing that Fang Xing only possessed *Jia Dan* strength by relying on external objects, and was essentially still a *Foundation Establishment* sword cultivator!

For a *Foundation Establishment* sword cultivator, being able to master *Sword Gang* is already quite remarkable.

One must know that even within the *Si Tian Jian Sect*, there are *Jia Dan* and even *Jin Dan* sword cultivators who have never comprehended sword intent.

Who could have imagined that Fang Xing, only at the *Foundation Establishment* stage, would have such a means to be invincible against *Jin Dan*, and thus he fell...

Not to mention that after Fang Xing comprehended *Sword Heart* and sword intent, a single sword strike not only extinguished his *Zhen Dan* but also extinguished all his divine sense and demonic thoughts, rendering all his escape plans useless.

Otherwise, with his demonic art, even if pursued by a *Late Jin Dan* cultivator, he would at least have been able to escape with his life.

"Just this... and you wanted to ambush my true self?"

Fang Xing sneered, lowered his sword light, and began to loot the corpse—no, to count the spoils of war.

This *Jin Dan* demonic cultivator had no storage bag; he scanned with his divine sense, only to find a bone segment crystal-clear like jade among the fragments on the ground.

At this moment, he casually pinched a spell, and a flame formed, burning away the blood and filth.

After the flames passed, that white jade-like bone segment became even purer. It was the size of a thumb, and Fang Xing grabbed it in his hand. After probing slightly with his divine sense, he knew that with his current divine sense, it would be a bit of a stretch to break through this storage treasure, so it would be best to let his true self handle it.

Immediately, Fang Xing put away the demonic treasure banner and found the headless corpse of *Master Tianyu*.

"Sigh... thinking back, that *Jin Gang* fruit was sold to me by you. I really wanted to get along well with you, fellow Daoist, but alas, alas..."

Fang Xing sighed repeatedly, opened the other party's sleeves, and saw more than a dozen storage bags sewn densely onto them.

"Storage bags are very rare, and most have very small capacity... yet puppeteers need to carry a large number of puppets with them."

"This *Master Tianyu* can be considered quite ingenious. I am willing to call you the Elder of the Eighteen Bags of the *Gai Gang*!"

These storage bags were of lower quality, and since the original owner was dead, with Fang Xing's divine sense, after spending a little effort, he opened them all.

"Hmm?"

Inside the storage bags, most were various puppet materials like spirit wood and metal components, as well as finished puppets.

After Fang Xing looked at a few, his expression suddenly shifted. He picked up a snow-white storage bag and poured it out gently.

A flash of light, and two ghost-faced beast-shaped puppets appeared.

One was like a lion, the other like a tiger, but their heads were both wearing evil ghost masks.

"Quasi-Third Rank puppets?"

Fang Xing nodded, continued to check, and then pulled out a humanoid puppet.

This humanoid puppet was dressed in green, its skin presenting a flesh color no different from a normal person, yet it carried a sense of being indestructible.

"The physique of a *Third Rank Low Grade* body cultivator is probably no better than this..."

Fang Xing looked at the face of this humanoid puppet and found it to be a blur, with only faint facial features.

"Third Rank puppet..."

"This *Master Tianyu* is really a good person, is he specifically sending me puppets?"

With these gains, he couldn't even look at the puppet remains on the ground anymore.

However, since he had plenty of storage bags in his hand, he immediately put them all away and left as a streak of sword light.

Several hours later, a flying boat passed through this place. Looking at the mess on the ground, two *Foundation Establishment* cultivators flew out. After a rough survey, they immediately flew back as if they had seen a ghost, urging the flying boat to leave the area as quickly as possible.

*Zheng Kingdom* border.

Inside a mountain cave.

Fang Xing toyed with a pitch-black token in his hand.

The front of this token had the two characters "Wan Xiang," while the back had engravings of wind, rain, thunder, lightning, yin, yang, and light and dark.

It was exactly the Elder token of the *Wan Xiang Mo Sect*!

"Pah, I can't even use this thing, throw it away quickly..."

He threw this token aside with a look of bad luck, and then looked at a small pile of high-grade spirit stones nearby.

With the help of his true self's power, he had already unlocked the *Jin Dan* demonic cultivator's storage treasure, discovering that its space was not small, actually about four or five cubic meters, second only to the bronze storage ring he had obtained before.

In the other party's storage treasure, besides dozens of high-grade spirit stones and a large number of mid-to-low-grade spirit stones, the most abundant items were things filled with demonic energy.

For example, a few green *Yin* dates, some bone remains white as jade, and even jars of essence blood...

Fang Xing disdainfully cleared out a storage bag specifically to hold these, preparing to find a place to sell them off at a low price.

Besides these, there were some jade slips, letters, and the like.

Most were headless and tailless, and some were entirely coded messages.

Fortunately, Fang Xing himself was an expert in decoding, and with an AI computer, he could generally decipher seven or eight out of ten.

"So... this *Wind Demon Envoy* coveted my body... no, it was coveting the body of a *Third Rank* body cultivator. The *Wan Xiang Mo Sect* is preparing to stir up trouble and needs to enhance its strength to refine the 'Eighteen Heaven-Turning Golden Corpses'..."

"Once these Eighteen Heaven-Turning Golden Corpses are combined to form the 'Wan Xiang Impermanence Array,' they can even trap a *Nascent Soul*... even if a few are taken out individually, they are enough to run rampant in the *Jin Dan* stage."

"It's just that these golden corpses are difficult to cultivate, and it is best to use the corpses of *Third Rank* body cultivators as a foundation... The *Wan Xiang Mo Sect* has only accumulated ten over many years, and the array they form can barely trap an *Early Nascent Soul*... The power is insufficient, so they have been urging him."

"If they gather enough for eighteen Heaven-Turning Golden Corpses... the target is likely that *Supreme Elder* who wanders the four corners—*Chu Kuangtu*?!"

The reason they still had to look outside was naturally because *Third Rank* body cultivators were very rare, and breaking through the *Third Rank* bottleneck required even more aptitude.

Ordinary quasi-*Third Rank* body cultivators, even if they ate a *Jin Gang* fruit, might not necessarily ascend successfully.

After all, this is a critical step equivalent to a *Foundation Establishment* perfection breaking through to *Jin Dan*!

And the number of body cultivators is far fewer than law cultivators.

Most are also just mingling in the low ranks, and quasi-*Third Rank* body cultivators rarely appear.

"It seems that after I showed up at his door, *Master Tianyu* must have had the surprise of waiting for a rabbit by the tree... Perhaps he deliberately revealed body-refining spirit items like the *Jin Gang* fruit before, with the idea of fishing... and didn't I, this fish, take the bait? It's just a pity... fishing and catching a great white shark, consider him unlucky..."

Fang Xing flipped through again, regretfully discovering that there was no *Wan Xiang Mo Sect* cultivation method.

He was actually quite interested in that *Wind Evil Demonic Art*. In his view, this demonic art could cultivate a fleshly body into a certain type of energy organism, avoiding the vast majority of vital points.

Although it still couldn't compare to the *Yuan Shen*, it was quite good.

It was a pity that the demonic cultivator didn't seem to carry his fundamental cultivation method on him.

Fang Xing muttered to himself, then flipped to a black jade slip: "Hmm? *God-Destroying Soul-Searching Method*?"

He became interested and read it carefully, only to discover that this was a demonic spell with a very bloody and cruel style.

It emphasizes using a powerful divine sense to first shatter the soul of a target that cannot resist, and then extract the content one wants.

Because it requires the operation of shattering the soul first, the target will likely die after one use.

Besides this, the fragmented memories shattered out are not necessarily complete, and there may be missing or omitted parts...

"But in any case, it is still a soul-searching technique."

"It's just that the requirements are a bit high. It's best for *Jin Dan* cultivators to start practicing it; searching the souls of *Foundation Establishment* cultivators is more reliable. If searching the soul of someone at the same rank, one needs to use various means to first weaken the target's soul..."

"Besides this, the *Nascent Soul* of a *Nascent Soul* cultivator holds its spirit and guards its unity, which is something this spell cannot search..."

"Still not bad."

After cleaning up the *Jin Dan* demonic cultivator's storage treasure, Fang Xing began to organize the dozen or so storage bags of *Master Tianyu*.

He categorized the pills, spirit stones, and jade slips inside one by one.

This time, he was quite lucky; not only did he find a copy of *Yuyu Art*, which was *Master Tianyu*'s cultivation method, but there was also a jade slip that was a summary of his life's learning of puppetry, which could be considered a *Third Rank* puppet inheritance.

"Taking it to sell will definitely fetch a lot of spirit stones..."

Fang Xing was secretly happy and began to browse this *Third Rank* puppet inheritance.

"*Master Tianyu* initially obtained a *Second Rank* puppet inheritance, specializing in making beast-shaped puppets, and had a bonus for processing various gold and jade materials... Later, it seems he mixed in other puppet inheritances, leaning towards humanoid puppets..."

"Puppeteers need to practice special divine sense spells to 'divide the spirit and transform thoughts' to control a large number of puppets... and they also need to be able to multitask."

"If it were other cultivators, they could at most control one or two puppets and would be unable to fully exert the puppets' power..."

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"Hmm, let's call this puppet secret transmission *Secret Play of Pulling Threads*."

Fang Xing had no intention of practicing puppetry; after all, sword cultivators emphasize purity and focus, not to mention that practicing puppetry is time-consuming and laborious.

If he had that leisure time, it would be enough to smuggle a mechanical army from the main universe.

It was just that those three high-grade puppets could be used temporarily.

If they break, so be it, or selling them would also be a considerable amount of spirit stones.

"Without realizing it, have I actually become this wealthy?"

Fang Xing murmured.

*Zheng Kingdom*.

*Qingyan Market*.

This market is located at the boundary between the *Qingxuan Sect* and *Heitian Temple*, established by a *Foundation Establishment* sect, the *Sanye Sect*.

The founder of the *Sanye Sect* is said to be a *Foundation Establishment* perfection cultivator who came from the *Qingxuan Gate*.

Later, with no hope of *Jin Dan*, and not even able to get a *Jia Dan* opportunity, he could only come out to establish a cultivation family.

Alas, later on, the cultivation family lacked descendants, and children with spiritual roots became fewer and fewer. They were gradually controlled by outsiders, and with the support of the *Qingxuan Sect* at the time, they established the *Sanye Sect*.

The "Three Leaves" represent the forces of the three major surnames in the *Sanye Sect*.

However, they still revere that *Foundation Establishment* perfection *Qingxuan Sect* cultivator as their founder, not knowing if they want to use this to gain the *Qingxuan Sect*'s favor.

This day.

In the *Qingyan Market*, an ordinary shop was open for business.

A flash of sword whistling sounded in the sky.

The old shopkeeper was smoking his dry tobacco pipe, and at this moment, he couldn't help but stop his movements, his expression dazed.

"This sword sound... there must be a *Foundation Establishment* great cultivator passing by."

The shop assistant was full of envy.

Not long after, a silver-robed youth walked into the shop, saw the old shopkeeper, nodded, and threw over a sword-shaped token: "I have something deposited here, take it out!"

His words were flat, but carried a power that was hard to refuse, and there was an even sharper aura rushing toward them.

After Fang Xing arrived in the *Zheng Kingdom*, he immediately ignored everything else and headed toward where the *Si Tian Jian Sect*'s secret agent was located.

For him, whatever *Wan Shouzong* or demonic invasion, none of it was as important as obtaining the *Solar True Gang* and letting his true self condense the *Martial Way Jin Dan*!