Chapter 390: Breakthrough

Blue Star.

Inside the villa.

"Source power…"

Fang Xing's main body was strolling in the garden.

In his middle dantian, a star palace suddenly trembled.

Then, at the center of the star palace, a small satellite abruptly expanded, emitting a terrifying gravitational pull.

"Gravity?"

Fang Xing shifted his intent, extending his palm slightly.

A pebble nearby flew automatically into his hand, as if drawn by a magnet.

"Finally reached the planetary level…"

"A planetary-level master of the Star Lord realm, beyond deeper mastery of cosmic laws, is marked by the ability to wield gravity…"

This was because the satellite within the star palace had expanded into a planet, its mass and weight increasing geometrically, naturally enhancing gravity.

Fang Xing's understanding of the Source Power system had grown ever deeper.

"The cultivation of the Star Palace resembles the evolution of planets… a perfect unity of macro and micro."

He glanced at his attribute panel:

【Name: Fang Xing】

【Age: 91】

【Profession: Immortal Martial Artist】

【Ninth Realm: Martial God】

【Star Lord Realm: Planetary Level】

【Martial Will Secret Glyphs: 466/800 (Grand Master)】

【Star Martial Nine Extremes: 2311/3000 (Grand Master)】

【Star Palace Scroll: 1/100 (Proficient)】

【Great Sun Tathagata Mantra: 800/800 (Grand Master)】

【Heavenly Mother Virtuous Golden Lotus Twin Guardian Scripture: 800/800 (Grand Master)】

【Great Sun Tathagata Divine Palm: 178/800 (Grand Master)】

【Fire Law: 366/3200 (Proficient)】

【Space Law: 279/5000 (Beginner)】

【Nine Source Star Body Refinement Secret Art: 55/100 (Proficient)】

【Ten Thousand Hearts: 1/200 (Expert)】

【Gates of All Realms (Charging)】

…

"The Star Palace Scroll is finally Proficient. When will it reach Grand Master? Then I'll be a neutron star-level expert… twelve-realm power!"

Fang Xing still looked forward to this—after all, if his Martial Path failed, this was his safety net.

Even within the Source Power system, there existed titanic beings capable of battling Law Lords—the black hole level!

If he could never fully comprehend a single law, becoming a black hole-level entity was still a viable fallback.

And if even that path failed, there was still the Immortal Path.

Of course, the best outcome was to fully master the Martial Path, cultivating all three simultaneously!

At this moment, Fang Xing turned inward, sensing his three dantians, and felt something distinctly different.

His upper dantian was the Great Sun Divine Core, immensely powerful, fortified by Martial God-level will, sufficient to roam freely among outer realm demons.

His middle dantian, cultivating the Star Palace, had now reached planetary level—equivalent to the ninth realm.

His lower dantian emphasized essence and vitality; he was now a true Martial God.

"Essence, energy, spirit—all hovering near the ninth realm. Quite perfect."

"Next, I must push the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Palm to Grand Master perfection, and reach the peak of Martial God cultivation—same for the Star Palace Scroll…"

"Then I can attempt the Martial God Abyss."

Fang Xing's ambitions were vast.

Though the later stages of the Martial Path were difficult, its potential was immense—worth a heavy bet.

The key was, he had fallbacks—he could at least break even, so he dared to gamble.

"Speaking of which… becoming president of Blue Star University has made things much easier."

"Now that my main body is fully immersed in cultivation and tech research, the Master of the Gate School can emerge."

Thinking of the Augustus family's last probe, Fang Xing's lips curled into a faint sneer.

He didn't consider himself a master of cunning, but having gained a golden finger and substantial resources, when problems arose, his answer was always one word—delay!

Delay until the fat grows thin, delay until the thin dies!

As long as it wasn't a matter of life or death, delaying decisions was a valid strategy.

The longer you delay, the more the foxes' tails reveal themselves.

There's no such thing as unexplained hatred or unexplained love—any action leaves traces.

Then you simply backtrack to identify who benefited.

During this time, he focused on cultivation and Blue Star University affairs, while the Augustus family and the Red Dragon Food Group stirred up quite a commotion outside.

And after delaying this long, when he finally acted, few would connect him to it.

Once he moved, he could act without restraint!

…

"Blue Star…"

Fang Xing's immortal avatar stood on a street, casually buying an ice cream: "It's been a long time…"

He'd rather quietly cultivate on Death God Island, unraveling the secrets of the void scriptures.

But such tasks—unraveling the Void Transmission—he could do, and so could his main body.

Naturally, he still had to lend a hand. 'If I had a separate consciousness for my avatar, I'd cultivate a second spiritual body to shoulder the burden for me… but since avatar and main body are both me, the exhaustion is identical.'

Fang Xing silently grumbled, picked up a communication device bought from the black market, and began browsing news online.

"Hmm… the Gate School is still operating? How many spies are in there now?"

Watching public declarations from several trending games, Fang Xing's eyes twitched slightly.

According to his estimate, it was no longer the Federation sending spies into the Gate School—it was the Gate School's demon worshippers who needed to blend into a sea of spies!

'This ratio is way over the limit…'

Precisely because of this, even if a few disciples remained, he refused to contact them, lest he get smeared with mud again.

"My current identity is completely severed from my main body—even if I shatter the heavens, it won't matter…"

"The feeling of freedom is truly wonderful…"

As a Soul Manifestation cultivator, Fang Xing walked along Blue Star's commercial street, gazing at the bustling crowds in their glittering attire, and felt a hint of danger.

This was the intuitive surge of the immortal's soul, after merging with heaven and earth.

As the capital of the Blue Star Federation, Blue Star had always maintained extremely high security, especially after the Moon Goddess incident.

Moreover, even as a Soul Manifestation cultivator, his immortal avatar possessed only ninth-realm power—insufficient against numerous Martial Gods, mech pilots, and psychics…

Fortunately, he had no plans to act yet.

Beep!

A flying car landed before Fang Xing, empty inside—clearly AI-controlled: "Respected guest, your reserved vehicle has arrived…"

Fang Xing stepped directly inside.

Though some flying car drivers still operated on Blue Star, their fares were exorbitant, catering to a quasi-aristocratic clientele with top-tier service.

In comparison, most citizens preferred AI-operated flying cars.

"The Federation is growing ever more advanced…"

Fang Xing gazed out the window, silently sighing.

The Blue Star Federation was still in its ascent phase, with all technologies advancing rapidly.

Even space-related technologies, once their weak point, were progressing.

The emergence of holographic simulation networks acted like a catalyst, propelling this great breakthrough into its most spectacular phase.

'Who will ultimately prevail? Who will be the relics of this age?'

As he pondered, a scene of green hills and clear waters gradually materialized before Fang Xing.

In a place where every inch of land was priceless, it was exceptionally rare.

"Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital."

Fang Xing stepped out of the car, standing before the hospital's main gate.

His soul had long since merged with heaven and earth; his spiritual awareness rapidly spread outward.

One hundred li, two hundred li… five hundred li…

Numerous suspected surveillance nodes and personnel instantly surfaced in his mind.

Even, his spiritual awareness glimpsed the underground levels of Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital, where countless demon kin and offspring were imprisoned…

These were once Federation soldiers who had earned great merit—after being corrupted, even with their bloodlines transformed into demonic entities, they were merely imprisoned rather than executed, awaiting future technological advances to cure them.

'But now, it seems I'm better suited to resolve this myself.'

Fang Xing's gaze saw to the bottom of the asylum, where the inmates included even eighth-jing cultivators.

Clearly, Director Ye Lingxin of the asylum was no frail woman.

She certainly possessed the combat power to suppress eighth-jing, even ninth-jing malevolent entities.

For deeper still, Fang Xing had even seen profound, boundless darkness…

"My 'Great Sun Tathagata Spell' came from the Father God who burned his offspring… That being had long since perished; theoretically, it should not be this powerful, let alone grow stronger."

"The only explanation is that after being cataloged in the Attribute Column, it gained the Column's ontological enhancement… Its current height must be at least on par with the Three Pillars—Void Gate, Chaos Fire?"

"Even… parallel to the Dream Creator?"

"If so, who cares what great being corrupted these patients—burn them all, and they'll instantly recover… Of course, that's just swapping one hellfire pit for another—turning their former cultists into my own… But at least I'm slightly better than those outer demons."

At that moment, Fang Xing felt his spiritual sense subtly stirred.

A gentler, more concealed mental force was trying to travel along his spiritual sense, seeking his core.

"Director of Qingshan Asylum—Ye Lingxin, occupation: 【Mind Succubus】, eighth-jing practitioner…"

"Her mind has suffered trauma; otherwise, with peak-era technology—the 'Mind Control Device'—she would possess ninth-jing combat power."

"【Mind Succubus】 excels at attacking minds, even charming, manipulating, wiping out low-tier combatants en masse, and spreading mental plagues…"

In an instant, a flood of information surfaced in Fang Xing's mind.

As dean of Lan University, obtaining these records was child's play.

Perhaps this 【Mind Succubus】's technique could overwhelm ordinary cultivators.

But to him, it was clearly insufficient.

"The 'Ten Thousand Minds' secret art has just broken through to the proficient tier—let's play a little…"

…

In the director's office of the asylum.

Ye Lingxin, her face thirty-something, gentle in appearance, radiating maternal warmth, softly hummed a lullaby to soothe the messy-haired Xu Sanyang to sleep.

Suddenly, her mind stirred, encountering a hallucination.

Within the illusion, a young man with sharp brows and starlit eyes walked slowly forward.

"Who are you?"

Ye Lingxin's expression turned wary; she knew her counterattack had not only failed but been disrupted.

"Me?"

Fang Xing smiled faintly: "Current master of the Gate Sect… Is this answer satisfactory, madam?"

Two chapters today

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