Chapter 46

Time passed in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of August.

Outside Qinglin Market, on the edge of the Great Wilderness.

Because the beast tide had ended, the density of wild demon beasts dropped significantly, and many warriors dared to venture out in groups to hunt demon beasts and pick spiritual herbs.

Huff, huff!

Accompanied by a terrifying snorting sound, a three-meter-long wild boar, entirely crimson and sporting a pair of tusks, charged out from the dense forest.

It was like a heavy tank; wherever it passed, trees toppled and the earth was overturned.

Opposite it was a young warrior carrying a blade and sword.

"A blade in hand, neither ghost nor god remains... Kill!"

Fang Xing was like a god or a demon; the hundred-refined steel blade in his hand erupted with brilliant blade light. He followed the blade, his whole person seemingly transforming into a straight line, colliding fiercely with this Rank 1 Low-Grade demon beast.

Swoosh!

Just as he was about to collide with the boar demon, he twisted his waist and, at the very last second, bent sharply, making a movement that violated human biomechanics as if he were a paper person.

Chi!

He dodged the boar's charge sideways, the steel blade in his hand flashed, and he slashed fiercely at the boar demon beast's neck!

This demon beast had a thick layer of grease and mud defense on its body, and combined with the demon beast's innate talent, it was simply sturdier than iron armor.

But at this moment, under the blade light, it was cut open as if it were tofu.

The blade edge sliced through a thick layer of outer shell, followed by skin, flesh, and bone...

"Nothing it cannot cut!"

In this single strike, Fang Xing seemed to understand the characteristics of the Ghost-God Blade even more—that is, to press forward with indomitable will, cutting through everything!

Pfft!

Finally, a huge pig head flew high into the air, blood gushing like a spring.

After being beheaded by the blade, the boar demon beast's headless corpse actually continued to charge for dozens of meters, only stopping with difficulty after knocking over a giant tree.

【Ghost-God Blade: 7/100 (Entry)】

"Good, the proficiency of the Ghost-God Blade has increased by another point. Sure enough, the Martial Way still requires actual combat..."

Fang Xing was somewhat excited.

Ever since both the Ghost-God Blade and the Extreme Emotion Sword reached the entry level, he had occasionally come to the wilderness to test his moves.

Many martial arts require actual combat to progress rapidly!

Furthermore, there is another advantage in this Cultivation World: human life is worthless.

Even if dozens of people die, it's not considered a big deal; there is basically fighting every day.

If this were on Chick Star, let alone wanton killing, even if one person died, nearby neighbors would have detectives knocking on their doors.

Unless it's in the black market!

But in the black market, everyone wears protective suits, making them truly hard to kill, and it's even more likely to flip the car!

In the Great Wilderness of this Cultivation World, the probability of flipping the car is actually lower.

"The path of martial arts—one step fast, every step fast!"

"Not to mention the college entrance exam!"

Mastering an A-rank martial art in the first year of high school, his progress speed naturally far exceeded those who only came into contact with A-rank martial arts in their second or third year.

Just by this one item, he could surpass many people and get into a better university in the future!

"School starts tomorrow..."

With some melancholy, Fang Xing stepped forward to harvest the materials from the boar demon.

Recently, the price of demon beast meat has shown a trend of rising, so the pork cannot be wasted; it can be handed over to Hua Feiyue to sell slowly.

His trip out this time was still under the name of contacting herb channels, so he also had to go to the temporary camp to get a batch of herbs.

'The matters here will mainly be handed over to Hua Feiyue in the future...'

'This woman seems temporarily trustworthy... I don't know why the Black Tiger Gang and Chen Yi have been keeping a low profile recently, but there's no trouble...'

Fang Xing was cutting a pig leg when he suddenly stood up and looked at the dense forest: "Who?"

"This little brother has good ears!"

A figure leaped out; it was a young man in black.

He was tall and thin with a heroic face, standing on the treetop, his figure rising and falling with the branches, revealing an extremely profound light-body technique.

At this moment, looking at the fallen boar corpse, a flash of light appeared in his eyes: "According to market rules, we share what we see. Little brother, you..."

After all, he was a Primordial Realm warrior and possessed a profound light-body technique, so it was inevitable that he would look down on Fang Xing upon seeing him.

Not to mention, this Rank 1 Low-Grade demon beast was worth quite a few spiritual stones!

Although it didn't count for much to some cultivators, for every warrior, not even a single grain of spiritual sand could be ignored!

"Seeking death!"

Fang Xing's face sank, and the steel blade in his hand flew out of his hand directly.

Swoosh!

The steel blade pierced into the tree behind the young man, sinking all the way to the hilt.

"A mere Postnatal Realm warrior, I don't know if you relied on traps or poison to luckily kill a low-grade demon beast, and you dare to..."

The young man's figure was like a ghost, instantly manifesting three figures, arriving at Fang Xing's side silently, a trace of cruelty rising in his eyes.

Clang!

The next instant, Fang Xing's long sword left its sheath!

This long sword of his was naturally not a blood-refined magic weapon, but a Green Edge Sword bought casually at a street stall.

The material was considered not bad in the secular world, barely able to be called a sharp weapon, but in the eyes of cultivators, it was just scrap metal.

Swish!

The sword light flashed.

The young man suddenly froze, and in a daze, he seemed to see the willow tree back home, the moonlit lotus pond, and under the willow tree... her!

'Sorry... Ling'er, in the end, I still...'

A tear slid from the corner of the young man's eye.

Pfft!

Immediately after, he clutched his throat, unable to speak at all.

A section of the sword tip was pulled out by Fang Xing, not a fraction more, not a fraction less.

Bump!

The young man's corpse fell to the ground immediately.

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"Postnatal killing Primordial—that's all there is to it. I didn't even use my protective suit!"

"The Extreme Emotion Sword, its power seems to be even above the Ghost-God Blade, it's just that getting started is truly too difficult..."

Fang Xing sheathed his sword and glanced at the attribute bar:

【Extreme Emotion Sword: 5/100 (Entry)】

Ever since he received the help of the 'Chaos Spirit Talisman', he had practiced day and night, finally mastering this A-rank martial art.

Even if this sword is only at the entry level, its power is quite astonishing.

Under the simulated realm, even a Primordial Realm expert would be dazed for an instant.

When experts fight, a momentary daze is enough for Fang Xing to kill the opponent ten times!

'It's just that I don't know if it has any effect on cultivators? Qi Condensation Stage cultivators possess "spiritual sense", their mental defense might be stronger than warriors... but my Extreme Emotion Sword is only at the entry level, it can still be improved later!'

'At the very least, a true realm can definitely produce an effect on cultivators!'

Fang Xing fantasized while covering his hands with nano-gloves, starting to loot the corpse.

"Pah, sure enough, he's a poor ghost, he only has a few grains of spiritual sand..."

"What about martial arts manuals? I saw his light-body technique was good, I didn't expect him not to carry the manual on him, bad review!"

After some searching, Fang Xing returned to the market while cursing.

These market warriors were naturally far less wealthy than black market warriors; at the very least, they didn't have a single piece of high-tech equipment like protective suits or laser guns.

Recently, even manuals weren't dropping, which made him feel even more speechless.

Shack.

"The Young Master actually went to hunt demon beasts alone again?"

Hua Feiyue felt that she was becoming less and less able to see through this young master.

Although she knew the other party possessed a blood-refined magic weapon, why would he risk his life when he controlled the source of herbs?

"Starting tomorrow, spiritual stones will be settled every three days..."

Fang Xing didn't say much, handing a sorted portion of herbs and demon beast materials to Hua Feiyue.

By this time, he could slightly trust the other party, so he could slightly extend the payment date.

After all, even if he lost three days of income, it was nothing to him; he would just consider it the cost of recognizing a person.

Besides, after school started, he couldn't spend his days here anymore; he had to delegate power.

"Please rest assured, Young Master!"

Hua Feiyue took it with a smile and gave Fang Xing a wink.

Through the auxiliary practice of the 'Seven Emotions Manual' during this period, she and Fang Xing had become very familiar.

Alas, today's Fang Xing had no interest in chatting much, directly serving tea to see the guest out.

After Hua Feiyue left, Fang Xing remained silent, starting to boil spiritual rice while setting up the Great Dragon Stake for practice.

After eating the spiritual rice, he began practicing the Ghost-God Blade and the Extreme Emotion Sword.

"The greatest effect of A-rank martial arts is to guard the mind! It can face the mental impact and pollution of the Evil Deity's servants directly!"

Blade and sword in pairs, amidst countless blade lights and sword shadows, Fang Xing's figure roamed, but he thought of many things.

"I discovered it during practice—when facing the 'Seven Emotions Manual', once I simulate the realm of the Ghost-God Blade, Hua Feiyue's mental martial arts have no effect on me at all..."

"Once the Extreme Emotion Sword is mastered, even a cultivator's 'Chaos Spirit Talisman', as long as I intend to resist, can be exempted."

"Looking at it this way, in the future, when facing some cultivators who specialize in mental attacks, such as those who practice seduction arts, I can also remain unmoved?"

The reason cultivators are powerful lies in their numerous means.

But this kind of secret technique that attacks the mind is also one of the most important types.

"However, why do I keep thinking about how to fight cultivators?"

"As a true warrior, is it destined that I must crush everything with my fists in another world?"

Fang Xing sighed and came to the basement, looking at his family fortune.

"Laser gun, nano-protective suit, electric baton, various monitoring equipment, and a batch of reserved spiritual herbs—probably worth about fifty low-grade spiritual stones..."

"Besides that, the spiritual stones in my hand have thirty-seven left, plus eight grains of spiritual sand, and various pills, martial arts manuals, poison powder, hidden weapons, and other sundries..."

"On Hua Feiyue's side, there is still three days' worth of payment, probably worth fifteen or sixteen low-grade spiritual stones..."

"Finally, there is this bottle of 'Primordial Pill'."

Fang Xing picked up a jade bottle; inside was a milky white pill, the bottle mouth sealed with a 'Spirit-Sealing Talisman'.

Having learned from the Green Pill Workshop maid Xiao Rui that after this kind of 'Primordial Pill' is refined, it is placed in a special jade bottle and with a 'Spirit-Sealing Talisman', it is enough to maintain its medicinal effect for about five years, Fang Xing immediately spent fifty spiritual stones to buy one 'Primordial Pill'!

After all, he estimated that within a year, he would be at the perfection of the Second Realm no matter what.

By then, the Primordial Pill could come in handy, leading directly into the Unpolished Jade Realm!

"After the Unpolished Jade Realm, I can use True Qi to activate many talismans in this world... the means will be even more."

A trace of anticipation flashed in Fang Xing's eyes.