Chapter 229: 220. Eastward (Requesting Subscription)

220. Chapter 220: Eastward (Requesting Subscription)

"Aaaah… I'm going crazy, I'm going to kill him!"

In the military camp.

Xu Xu Sanyang, already wearing a star of command, scratched his head as he stared at the communication screen: "Who pissed you off?"

"Aaaah… I don't know! He's anonymous! It makes me furious—he slapped me, hard, so hard my head got knocked sideways…"

A girl wearing glasses spoke in a fit of rage.

"Oh, so it's a virtual combat match? Then it's nothing."

Xu Xu Sanyang looked utterly unconcerned—what's the difference from losing a game?

"What about you?"

He studied his sister closely: "Not bad, not bad… I was always afraid you'd turn into a cold, emotionless girl. I haven't seen you this furious in a long time."

The girl immediately suppressed her anger, her face going blank: "Bad brother, you won't stand up for me? Watch out—I'll expose you…"

"Expose me for what? I was a lunatic before—everything I did was legal…"

Xu Xu Sanyang lay back on the sofa: "Besides, 'The Federation Holographic Universe Corporation' is backed by multiple factions—powerful ones. Getting data from their backend isn't impossible, but the cost is too high. To settle your personal grudge… do you think anyone at home will agree?"

"I don't care, I don't care…" The girl, out of options, resorted to throwing a tantrum.

"Ah, no! The alien army from Tai Zhu Star is attacking—I need to head to the front. Signal's bad here—gotta go!"

Xu Xu Sanyang ended the call and rubbed his chin: "Slapped? Somehow feels familiar…"

…

The Immortal Cultivation Realm.

Heaven's Sword Sect, Jin Yuan Peak.

Inside the meditation chamber.

Fang Xing sat bare-chested, facing the stone jar filled with 'Thousand-Year Stone Milk.'

But now, it was completely empty.

Sharp energy radiated from his body; terrifying spiritual energy flooded in, accelerating his cultivation rapidly.

In his Lower Dantian sea, another smooth, white-gold sword pellet emerged.

"Finally!"

After an unknown length of time, Fang Xing opened his eyes: "Foundation Establishment late stage?"

According to the cultivation realm's time scale, his meditation period wasn't long—but he had directly shattered the Foundation Establishment late-stage bottleneck.

Such cultivation speed, if known, would drive people mad.

Of course, the resources consumed were equally terrifying.

Half a jar of 'Thousand-Year Stone Milk,' useful even to Jin Dan cultivators, plus vast quantities of supreme-grade pills.

Even if exchanged for 'Jin Dan Pills,' it might fetch one or two.

Of course, the value was merely comparable—true major sects never let Jin Dan Pills leave their hands.

"Too bad, it's all used up… But from Foundation Establishment late stage to Foundation Establishment peak, though it's just accumulating spiritual power, there's still a long road ahead."

Had he still been using the old 'Transform Gold Scripture,' Fang Xing might already have reached Foundation Establishment peak and been ready to challenge Jin Dan.

But the 'Great Freedom Profound Golden Sword Scripture' emphasizes solid foundations—Foundation Establishment peak requires three hundred and sixty-five drops of liquid spiritual power!

Fang Xing feared no bottleneck—he feared slow, grinding progress.

"So, I still need to go to Da Jing, where resources are richest… maybe even aim for Jin Dan there…"

Fang Xing fell into thought.

"How old am I now? Even in a few years, I won't be forty. If I directly form a Jin Dan, I'll scare everyone to death… Especially with our sect's Supreme Elder having returned and taken charge—forming an Imperishable Jin Dan under his watch? Seems risky…"

As someone with too many secrets, he naturally disliked living near cultivators several realms above him.

Thus, after breaking through, Fang Xing immediately activated a secret technique to suppress his spiritual aura, lowering his cultivation back to Foundation Establishment mid-stage, avoiding undue attention.

"Now that the great war has ended—at least stalled—I can find an excuse to leave the mountain and travel. No problem."

"After all, sword cultivators must temper their blades across the world… This pond is too small. Choosing to go to Da Jing, the most prosperous region of the cultivation world, is perfectly reasonable."

Fang Xing decided to reveal part of his plan to the sect.

After all, Heaven's Sword Sect maintained ties with several orthodox Nascent Soul sects in Da Jing, had regular trade caravans, and secure routes.

If he could hitch a ride, why not?

When he stepped outside, he immediately noticed the sect's atmosphere had changed—no more constant sword duels.

Instead, there was a palpable sense of mutual respect among seniors and juniors.

'Even a sword sect isn't made of madmen who fight daily… Too many Jin Dan and Foundation Establishment cultivators died, and now we've seized many spiritual veins and resource sites. With more resources, there's no need to fight?'

Fang Xing deduced a reason: Heaven's Sword Sect likely had no choice but to rest and recover.

It might even seal its gates for a hundred years, if careless.

If he didn't leave now, he'd lose his chance!

Outer Hall.

"Where's Xue Shi Zhishi?"

Fang Xing landed his swordlight, thinking of the old fisherman, and asked.

Several outer hall disciples blinked, then stammered: "Report, True Transmission… Xue Shi Zhishi has fallen in battle…"

"Oh… So many old friends gone."

Fang Xing sighed, asked a few more questions, and learned that Huang Shi Zhishi had also died in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain battle.

One could only say: a False Nascent Soul elder bullying juniors was utterly devastating.

'Strictly speaking, I avenged you both—no loss in our past acquaintance…'

He frowned: "Who's the current outer hall Shi Zhishi? Take me to them."

"Yes!"

The disciple dared not delay, leading Fang Xing into a refined pavilion.

Soon, a female False Jin Dan cultivator in a red robe entered.

"Outer Hall Zhao Zhao Yingying, pays homage to Sword Heir!"

Zhao Zhao Yingying was an outer hall disciple with a False Jin Dan uncle who was a core sect disciple—she had trained through Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment…

In this war, she was lucky, earned several merits, and with her uncle's strong support, received a 'Bi Yuan Pill.'

This pill, a substitute for the 'Jin Dan Pill,' had only about thirty percent of its effect.

The woman was decisive: after exchanging for it, she immediately entered meditation. Unfortunately, she failed to form a True Core, and instead condensed a False Core, then was promoted to outer hall Shi Zhishi.

In the cultivation world, truly talented cultivators who reach Foundation Establishment have already surpassed ninety percent of all cultivators.

The Jin Dan barrier is no myth.

Zhao Zhao Yingying treated Fang Xing with such reverence first because True Transmission Sword Heirs were equivalent to outer hall Jin Dan elders.

Second, this Sword Heir was rumored to have astonishing battle records—slaying multiple False Jin Dan cultivators, even Jin Dan True Disciples from Nascent Soul sects.

She feared that if she displeased him, he'd challenge her to a sword duel to the death.

In Heaven's Sword Sect, if you were killed by such a challenger—especially as a False Jin Dan—few would pity you.

"Hmm. Does our sect have any trade caravans heading to Da Jing? What's the current trade route situation?"

Fang Xing cut straight to the point.

"Trade caravans? Naturally, we did—but after the orthodox-martial war, our caravans entering Da Jing entered the territory of a martial Dao Nascent Soul sect—'Jiu Ying Sect.' Previously, they gave us some face, but once the war began, the route was cut off…" Zhao Zhao Yingying explained.

"So the first Nascent Soul sect we encounter when heading from Heaven's Sword Sect is a martial Dao force?"

Fang Xing nodded, offering a smile that sent shivers down Zhao Zhao Yingying's spine: "Not bad…"

He wasn't planning to go there to kill people, as Zhao Zhao Yingying assumed—he simply thought martial Dao territory was ideal for fencing stolen goods.

After all, he carried a pile of martial Dao artifacts and materials—on orthodox territory, first, they were hard to sell; second, prices were low.

In martial Dao lands, there were no taboos.

"Some families in Dongdu secretly form small caravans… dangerous, but they have routes to bypass Jiu Ying Sect…"

Zhao Zhao Yingying hesitantly offered another idea.

"Fine. Give me our sect's route map, plus intelligence on Da Jing's power distribution and current situation."

Fang Xing waved his hand.

Such trivial matters were for subordinates to handle.

…

Moments later, a golden light shot out from the Sword Peaks, flashed once, then headed east.

"Da Jing isn't far—I can travel alone with my sword, arriving in about ten days…"

"Of course, I'm a Jin Dan-level combatant. For a Foundation Establishment cultivator's flight speed, it'd be harder to say…"

As for risks on the journey?

A Jin Dan cultivator could simply steamroll through.

Even Jiu Ying Sect in Da Jing only had one Nascent Soul beginner demon lord stationed there.

If they truly provoked Fang Xing, who died was uncertain.

Thus, he decided to follow the caravan route, enter Jiu Ying Sect's territory, then fence his goods and search for the spiritual items he needed.

…

Fang Xing arrived in the eastern region of Qi State, then switched to another flight artifact.

This artifact was called the 'Blood Cloud Purse,' taken from the storage pouch of the third lord of the Blood River Hall.

When unfurled, it transforms into a blood cloud, ranked as a low-grade magical artifact, offering little utility beyond flight—it can match the speed of a typical Foundation Establishment cultivator at low cost.

Moreover, any Qi Gathering or Foundation Establishment cultivator beneath this blood cloud will instantly dissolve into pus and blood.

Of course, it holds little effect against False Core or Jin Dan cultivators.

Thus, it is a bloodline-pure demonic flying magical artifact!

Fang Xing dared not retrieve this artifact until he neared the national border.

Otherwise, using it within Qi State's orthodox territories would invite attack.

However, once he reached the Nine Demon Sect, the situation changed entirely—he would find it easier to blend in.

"In demonic territories, demonic cultivators naturally have the greatest advantage… disguise techniques are simple; the key lies in altering one's aura. Demonic qi is easy to mimic—whether through secret arts, talismans, or pills, it can be done effortlessly… though concealing oneself from high-grade cultivators remains difficult."

Fang Xing sat within the blood cloud, pondering silently.

The Great Zizai Xuanjin Sword Scripture contained no disguise techniques—orthodox sword cultivators looked down upon such tricks.

Fortunately, the Heaven Sword Sect's library held many texts, including methods of disguise.

"With a bit of practice, I can easily deceive ordinary Qi Gathering and Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators…"

"If I encounter a Jin Dan demonic cultivator, I can combine pills and talismans… I should be able to bluff my way through. If not, I'll resort to the sword cultivator's signature infiltration method."

The sword cultivator's signature method: kill everyone—then no one can expose you.