Chapter 22: Breakthrough to Second Realm

Small Talisman Hall is indeed very "small."

After entering the shop, you can see rows of wooden shelves, with various spiritual lights flickering on them, and besides that, there is no other space.

Under the protection of spiritual light on the wooden shelves, talismans of different colors and lines are displayed.

In the center is a counter, only a small servant is sitting behind the counter, and he is indifferent to Fang Xing coming in.

'The service industry atmosphere in this cultivation world needs to be improved urgently… It seems that Green Elixir Workshop is just an exception?'

Fang Xing muttered in his heart and asked directly: "Spirit-measuring Talisman… I don't know the selling price?"

"One spirit stone per sheet."

The green-clothed servant replied without raising his head.

"Why is it so expensive? The stalls outside are only eight spirit sands… if you bargain, maybe six or seven spirit sands will sell." Fang Xing subconsciously retorted.

"Hmph hmph… every talisman in this talisman hall is a boutique drawn by a master, how can it be compared to those inferior goods outside?"

The servant was energetic, pointed to a talisman and took it out: "Look at this talisman paper, this talisman ink… all are boutiques, can the outside compare? Can it compare? For example, this Spirit-measuring Talisman, if you buy an inferior product, the test result is wrong, it can delay the life of a young genius… not to mention other attack and defense talismans, if it goes wrong at a critical moment, it will cost a life! The talisman paper on the stall outside, I don't know which wild cultivator drew it, do you dare to believe it?"

Although the attitude was not good, Fang Xing felt that the other party made sense, and obediently took out the spirit stone and bought a "Spirit-measuring Talisman."

Up to this point, his harvest from selling "Zhu Longcao" was exhausted, and he couldn't even think of bringing a point back.

"Alas, it is really earning money in the workshop and spending it in the workshop, and you can't even think of bringing it home!"

Walking out of the Small Talisman Hall, Fang Xing sighed.

Fortunately, today's knowledge was enough, he didn't linger, and strode away from the workshop.

After walking out of the shed area, a yellow bird flew out of his basket, monitoring everything around him.

Originally, Fang Xing was just in case.

But not long after, he couldn't laugh.

In the monitoring screen, a sneaky figure clearly appeared, following behind him!

Looking at his hunched figure and the tobacco pot on his waist, it was actually that old man who set up the stall!

"It's only two spirit stones!"

"Where is the trust between people?"

Fang Xing muttered, accelerating suddenly.

With the monitoring in the sky, it is not difficult to get rid of the other party.

Although the other party is just an ordinary martial artist and old and frail, he may not have one or two unique skills or even talismans!

'I'll settle the account with you later…'

Fang Xing maintained a constant speed, keeping a distance, and ran out for more than ten miles.

He clicked on his watch, and sure enough, he saw the monitoring of the simulated bird-type drone in the sky.

'And… there is no one else nearby, there should be no foreign aid.'

'Judging from the movement and speed, it confirms what was stated before, just a martial artist… no lies…'

'Since that's the case…'

Fang Xing pressed his chest, and a layer of silver-white nano-protective suit covered his whole body, and the electric baton fell into his right hand.

"Hmm? Where is the person? Did the fat sheep run away again?"

The old man with the tobacco pot broke into a dense forest and didn't see Fang Xing's figure, and a trace of annoyance couldn't help but appear on his face.

As the bottom layer of Green Forest Marketplace, the objects he can choose to kill and rob are limited.

It is rare to meet a suitable fat sheep, but the other party ran away, and it was twice, which was really…

Just then, his ears moved, and he suddenly looked up.

I saw a small bird like a yellow bird, standing on the treetop, staring at him without blinking.

"Is the old man old? How can an ordinary bird feel dangerous?"

The old man was quite emotional.

Thinking back when he was young, he was also an invincible figure in the martial arts world, almost like a martial arts supreme.

If he hadn't been obsessed by ghosts, followed an Immortal Master to find the way to mortal cultivation, he wouldn't have been migrated to this place where birds don't shit, and in the end, even the Immortal Master he followed died, and he could only survive…

Whoosh!

Just as the old man was distracted, the yellow bird actually fluttered its wings and flew down.

In the claws of the other party, it seemed to be holding a talisman, with cinnabar ink on it very conspicuous, erupting with a dangerous aura.

"No, that is… Fireball Talisman?!"

Fireball Talisman!

Belongs to a few talismans that mortals can use by tearing them open.

But without the guidance and aiming of the Cultivator's magic power, it is easy to hurt oneself, and the selling price in the workshop is not high, only one low-grade spirit stone!

The next moment!

Boom!

A fire light appeared, swallowing the yellow bird, and also wrapping the old man.

Not far away, Fang Xing looked at this scene, and a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth: "Understand non-contact combat…"

As long as there is a drone, matched with weapons, it can instantly upgrade to a terrifying life harvester!

Of course, the Blue Star Federation's control over weapons is still quite strict.

But the other world is different.

Everything is sold here with spirit stones! Even afraid that the power is not enough!

Five minutes passed...

Of course, he had two Spirit-measuring Talismans on him, but the vendor at the stall was bargained by him, and only wanted seven spirit sands, which was enough to cover the previous savings.

"Drone plus Fireball Talisman, is a flying bomb, and there is no problem of accidentally hurting oneself… hmm?"

Fang Xing scanned again, and suddenly his eyes condensed.

In the screen, after the flames dissipated, the embarrassed figure of the old man appeared.

At this time, the other party had some scorched traces on his beard and hair, but his body was shrouded in a layer of weak golden light.

This layer of golden light was extremely weak, and after another second, it actually dissipated directly…

"First-grade low-grade defensive talisman—Golden Light Talisman? The defense is inferior to 'Golden Bell Shield Talisman', is this your trump card?"

Fang Xing remotely controlled more drones to appear, a few little birds grabbed talismans and flew towards the old man.

The old man saw this scene, simply terrified, turned and ran!

"It seems that the defensive talisman on him is only this one…"

Fang Xing made a judgment, his figure flashed, and he rushed into the dense forest.

The drones that appeared later were real, but the talismans were fake, just fake goods randomly disguised with yellow paper and red ink, but the old man didn't dare to look closely at all.

Being able to cheat so many things is already good.

"Damn, this time I'm going to fall!"

The old man's figure retreated rapidly, his face a little ferocious.

Then, he saw a silver-white human figure appearing in front, with a black stick pointing at him.

"Drink!"

He raised the dry tobacco pot in his hand and blocked the black stick attack.

Zzzzt!

The next moment, from the top of the black stick, a beam of silver-white electric light suddenly emerged, shooting at his face!

"Ah, let's die together!"

The old man had a calmness

"It is the bottleneck between the First Realm and the Second Realm!"

A flash of realization appeared in Fang Xing's mind; he pulled out the bottle stopper and continuously poured the pills into his mouth one by one.

Clatter, clatter!

His lower abdomen felt as if it were burning with a ball of flame, and he could hear the blood flowing inside his body, emitting a sound like a great river.

Fang Xing suddenly felt his skin and muscles 'melting,' and a powerful heat flow covered his tendons and bones, finally causing them to begin undergoing tempering, emitting a loud, explosive crack!

On the attribute panel, the column representing his Martial Way realm suddenly blurred, and then brand-new information appeared:

【Second Realm: Tendons and Bones (Tendon Tempering: 1/100)】

"I've broken through... the Second Martial Realm!"

Fang Xing clenched his fists, feeling the powerful strength surging from his tendons and bones, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"A Second Realm warrior can learn B-grade or even A-grade martial arts. The cultivation methods and techniques of this world are still too crude, far inferior to the advanced system honed by the Federation's Martial Way through bloody battles... Once I master an A-grade martial art, I feel I can contend with Primordial Realm warriors in the Second Realm without relying on external forces!"

"It's just a pity that it's still the holidays..."

Because of the holidays, there were no master teachers to guide him, so Fang Xing did not know if tendon tempering had grading classifications like cowhide, copper skin, or jade skin, as skin tempering did.

It was even more impossible to directly obtain instruction in A-grade martial arts like the 'Ghost God Blade.'

"If I choose to cultivate immortality, can I really obtain the kind of systematic training the Federation has in this world?"

"Not to mention, the Martial Way can eventually pilot mechs. In terms of destructive power, it is extremely astonishing, and one can even explode a star with a single strike... Ordinary cultivators probably can't even imagine it."

"The Blood-Qi Pills are about to be exhausted due to breaking through the bottleneck. I should properly adapt to this new realm, and then go to the marketplace again..."

Fang Xing looked at his own body.

His originally somewhat thin physique had become much sturdier, and after taking off his top, he could see clear muscles.

Not only that, but even his height seemed to have grown a bit.

"Looking thin in clothes and having muscle when undressed... If I had this physique in my previous life, I might have had women chasing after me!"

Fang Xing touched his lean, strong muscles, feeling a bit emotional.

Unfortunately, the days of his previous life were gone forever.