Chapter 40: Extreme Emotion Sword

The next day.

Early morning, thin mist hazy.

Fang Xing carried a hundred-refined steel blade he had bought from a stall and slowly practiced his blade moves.

The key to the A-rank Wu Gong "Ghost-God Blade" lies in simulating the realm to enter, in meditation and hypnosis!

Once this aspect was accomplished, the moves were very simple.

After practicing the blade technique, Fang Xing's eyes flashed, staring at the attribute panel:

【Name: Fang Xing】

【Age: 17】

【Profession: Martial Artist】

【Second Realm: Tendon and Bone (Refining Tendons: 31/100)】

【Military Body Boxing Twelve Forms: 61/100 (Proficient)】

【Great Dragon Stake: 14/200 (Mastery)】

【Ghost-God Blade: 2/100 (Entry)】

【Gate of Heavens (Charging)】

"This Soul-Returning Pill not only assists in practicing the 'Ghost-God Blade,' but more importantly, when the medicinal power takes effect, I actually seem to enter a strange state, similar to a cultivator's 'Spiritual Sense,' able to completely control every part of myself... This is the peerless posture of the Martial Way!"

"Unfortunately, this state only exists during the time the pill is effective; once it passes, it's gone... Even so, the Soul-Returning Pill is definitely of great benefit to my Martial Way."

Looking at the increase in various data on the panel, Fang Xing's eyes brightened.

He felt more and more that there were many treasures in Qinglin Market, just waiting for him to discover them.

"Practice martial arts! Practice martial arts!"

"With such good conditions, not liver-explodingly practicing is a bit too regrettable..."

"According to my progress, before school starts, I can definitely beat Gu Yun until she cries..."

For Fang Xing, other things were not important; only practicing martial arts himself was the most important!

Now, with the batch of medicinal herbs "picked," he was not short of spirit stones.

Daily spirit rice, monster meat nourishment, accompanied by a spiritual energy environment, and occasionally the "Soul-Returning Pill" to assist in practice.

Under the effect of multiple benefits, his Martial Way progress was simply advancing by leaps and bounds.

Even he himself was immersed in this crazy martial arts practice, unaware of the passage of time outside...

This day.

Chi chi!

Inside the courtyard made of fences, blade energy crisscrossed.

On the steel blade in Fang Xing's hand, that inch of blade light suddenly surged, reaching about three inches, blooming with bright radiance.

"After entering the 'Ghost-God Blade,' it's just like ordinary Wu Gong; practicing daily is enough..."

"Its realm should also be the same as other Wu Gong: first entry, then proficient, then mastery... Above the 'mastery' level, it should no longer be simulating the realm, but completely mastering this school of realm, and then upgrading to a true 'Realm Wu Gong'!"

"Although the Unpolished Jade Realm martial artists of the Blue Star Federation have realms similar to Primordial, their combat power definitely exceeds... What about the strength of the Fourth Realm 'Courage and Resolve' martial artists?"

"At the very least, they should be able to rival late-stage Qi Condensation experts? Or... Qi Condensation perfection?"

Fang Xing guessed in his heart.

The Primordial experts of this world, even the most peak ones, could only rival mid-stage Qi Condensation cultivators.

Reaching the late-stage Qi Condensation realm, they were considered experts in Qinglin Market, and there were not even a few hundred in the entire market combined.

Not to mention the existence of Qi Condensation perfection.

"It's just that I don't know how it compares to Foundation Establishment cultivators?"

"Forget it, I'm thinking too much."

Fang Xing was preparing to return to the room when his expression suddenly changed.

Boom—!

The ground trembled slightly.

He looked up abruptly and saw the formation originally shrouding Qinglin Market wide open, with countless spiritual lights falling like raindrops.

Flying boats, each more than ten meters high and a hundred meters long, like war beasts, slowly sailed out of the market.

That terrifying spiritual light and pressure made Fang Xing think of the Federation's "Aerospace Fighters," although they were the smallest models...

"By order of the Sect, clear the beast tide!"

An old, thick voice came, actually resounding through the market!

The first time Fang Xing heard this voice, he shivered: "Foundation Establishment cultivator?!"

"It's a Foundation Establishment great cultivator!"

"Finally, the Profound Heaven Sect finally couldn't hold back and is going to make a move!"

"Haha, let's go together, wipe out the beast tide, there are plenty of spirit stones!"

The cultivators in the market cheered and jumped, each excited to follow.

For them, they didn't fear danger; they only feared things remaining unchanged, with no opportunity!

Roar roar!

Just at this moment, a terrifying beast roar came from outside the market!

That sound was like muffled thunder, and it carried a pressure completely different from Rank 1 monsters.

"It's a Rank 2 monster!"

Someone among the rogue cultivators exclaimed.

"A mere monster, and you dare to be presumptuous!"

The previous old voice sounded again, carrying a trace of anger.

"It's here?"

Fang Xing saw that from the fleet, a beam of earthy yellow light surged out, like a long rainbow, shooting toward the direction of the beast roar.

Following that, a terrifying muffled sound came, accompanied by the roar of the Rank 2 monster from before.

A moment later, an old man wearing a green Daoist robe, with three long whiskers and a celestial appearance, returned dragging the corpse of a Rank 2 monster the size of a small mountain.

This Rank 2 monster was a huge ape, about sixteen meters tall; even lying on the ground, it was still as towering as a mountain, and a single claw could easily crush many cultivators into meat paste.

Its fur was cold, like sharp swords, and there were still points of spiritual light that had not dissipated; blood kept gushing from the wound, and the corpse even twitched occasionally...

However, it was dead... dead at the hands of a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

"Sure enough, cultivators have a certain advantage when dealing with monsters of the same rank, but to be so destructive, it might be a small realm difference. This ape might only be a Rank 2 low-grade monster, and that Profound Heaven Sect Foundation Establishment cultivator might be mid-stage, or even higher cultivation..."

Fang Xing pondered secretly, his eyes looking at the ape corpse with a trace of eagerness: "Rank 2 monster meat, I wonder what the effect is?"

"Set out!"

At this time, accompanied by the voice of the Foundation Establishment old man, the flying boat army continued to advance, followed by many rogue cultivators and martial artists who brought their own dry rations.

Although they belonged to spontaneous recruitment, if they had merit in killing monsters, they would also receive rewards.

Even, it was exceptionally generous.

This was a gluttonous feast, although it carried the color of blood...

"Forget it, this situation is not suitable for me..."

Fang Xing took one last look at the team, shook his head, and returned to his room, preparing to go to the Chick Star to hide.

Although the Profound Heaven Sect definitely had full preparations for this expedition and the chances of winning were high.

Following to fight a smooth battle also had many gains, but he just wasn't willing.

Heaven is great, earth is great, I am the greatest.

Such a dangerous situation definitely required staying away.

Chick Star.

Happiness Garden Residential Area.

"It's August already..."

Looking at the lightning and thunder outside, the torrential rain, Fang Xing looked at the calendar and muttered: "School starts in September..."

Only then did he seem to recover from the atmosphere of the market before.

"A person must have their own independence and cannot be easily swept away by the general trend... If someone with a simple mind saw that scene just now, they might have gotten hot-headed and followed to risk their lives... If I risk my life, what benefits can I get?"

Fang Xing talked to himself, picking up the communicator to see who had been looking for him recently.

"Hm? In normal communication, there are few who come to find me. After all, my only close friend before was Liu Wei, and now Liu Wei doesn't even come to play with me... But Ouyang Qianqian, actually invited me to the gymnasium for a martial arts competition? It seems this girl still hasn't given up..."

He looked at several missed communications, replied one by one, and then picked up another communicator, entering a password.

This was a communicator obtained from the black market, which had already had its positioning function erased and was not registered under his name, which could avoid a lot of trouble.

On the black market communicator, the information was even more sparse, with only one message.

"Hm? Zhang Jiarui? Could it be that the Blood Cage Arena has some activity?"

He looked at the contact, feeling a bit strange, but he also knew that this "meat bun" bunny girl was not an ordinary person, so he connected to the message immediately.

Di!

A holographic image emerged, and it was Zhang Jiarui!

At this time, the other party was wearing a small black suit, her temperament looking much more capable.

"Guest... I have now been promoted to manager. As for the A-rank Wu Gong you asked me to search for before, there is also a clue. You should have heard of the great name 'Extreme Emotion Sword,' right? The arena happens to have a coach recently who is proficient in the 'Extreme Emotion Sword' and is willing to serve as a private coach. If you want to make an appointment, you can contact this number..."

This was a pre-recorded video.

Fang Xing closed it directly, then lost in thought: "Extreme Emotion Sword? A bit late... My Ghost-God Blade is already at entry level, and you're telling me this?"

He remembered that he had indeed mentioned something similar to Zhang Jiarui before.

But he didn't expect that the other party had actually kept it in mind and found it!

"Extreme Emotion Sword!"

Thinking of this, Fang Xing immediately went online to search for content related to the "Extreme Emotion Sword."

"Extreme Emotion Sword, A-rank Wu Gong, created by Martial Arts Master 'Yuan Lang,' known for its exquisite sword technique and astonishing power... When practicing, it requires simulating extreme emotional realms, which can be friendship, love, or hatred... Because it is too extreme, it is not included in the scope of high school teaching!"

"Damn it, it's actually considered to have more extreme emotions than other A-rank Wu Gong. Is this a bit dangerous?"

"But I do like sword technique, and Zhang Jiarui is a rare private coaching channel..."

Thinking for a moment, Fang Xing still masked his true appearance, then used the black market communicator to make a call to express his gratitude and ask about the price.

In the picture, Zhang Jiarui was still wearing a small suit, sitting in the office, looking like an ordinary urban white-collar worker.

Hearing Fang Xing's inquiry, Zhang Jiarui revealed a smile: "Coach Ping is very easy to talk to. This time, she agreed to give a cost price, 100,000 per class is enough..."

"One class... 100,000?! Let me consider it..."

Fang Xing felt quite a toothache.

"Oh, and... the guest's previous commission has also found someone. Triangular eyes, white, proficient in communicating with small animals... In the black market, only 'Scavenger' Lance matches. This is a gift of information. If you want detailed intelligence, the price is 200,000..."

Zhang Jiarui continued to smile.

"Is that so? Thank you, I will come to trade later."

Fang Xing hung up the communication with an expressionless face.

"'Scavenger' Lance?"

A trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. ===== CHAPTER 41 =====