Chapter 65: Physical Examination

"You're courting death!"

The late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator's expression turned cold. He pointed his fingers like a sword, and his flying sword transformed into a streak of light, lunging toward Fang Xing.

This flying sword was a Rank 1 High-Grade magical tool. Driven by his late-stage Qi Condensation cultivation, its power was enough to cut through metal and snap jade!

But he was fast, and Fang Xing was faster!

Roar!

With a single thought, the "Dragon's Realm" descended, catching the late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator off guard. The flying sword trembled in mid-air, its control seemingly failing.

In that brief instant, Fang Xing took a step forward and arrived right in front of the late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator!

The advantage of a body cultivator lies in their explosive speed and high endurance!

Blue Star warriors are similar to body cultivators!

To gain the upper hand, one must engage in fast, close-quarters combat!

Fang Xing did not intend to get entangled with this late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator. Although he was confident that this flying sword couldn't kill him in a few strikes, being poked until he was dripping with blood would look quite unsightly.

Body cultivators don't rely on brute force alone; they choose more energy-efficient ways to defeat their enemies.

He threw a punch, landing it on a crimson light shield.

This late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator was experienced in combat and had activated the defensive light shield on his dharma robe the moment he launched his flying sword.

He was wearing a High-Grade dharma robe—the Red Cloud Daoist Robe. The protective technique it activated was called the "Fire Cloud Shield," a Rank 1 High-Grade spell. It not only provided excellent defense but could also generate scorching flames to burn the enemy.

But at this moment, Fang Xing's fist was automatically covered by a layer of silver-white gloves, and outside the gloves was another layer of Jin Zhong Shield defense, slamming heavily onto the light shield.

After achieving the Unpolished Jade Realm, he could already use Primordial Qi to activate the "Jin Zhong Shield Talisman"!

Almost with the very first punch, the crimson light shield began to ripple.

"Oh no!"

Only then did the late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator snap out of it, his gaze filled with terror as he looked at Fang Xing: "Impossible..."

Unfortunately, it was already too late!

On Fang Xing's fist, strands of Primordial Qi condensed, suddenly transforming into another massive fist imprint!

Boom!

With the overlapping fists, the Fire Cloud Shield shattered instantly. Countless sparks, hot enough to melt gold and iron, splashed onto the ground, burning deep holes into it.

Fang Xing was bathed in fire but remained unscathed, looking like a god amidst the flames. With a slight lift of his hand, in the blink of an eye, he slapped the body of the flying sword within the streak of light. Avoiding the blade, he flicked his finger, lightly tapping the sword's body.

Swish!

The flying sword instantly turned into a streak of light, burying itself into the wall opposite.

"How can such a warrior exist in this world?"

The late-stage Qi Condensation warrior's eyes widened in anger, and then he was struck in the lower abdomen by Fang Xing's fist, collapsing to the ground and curling up like a giant shrimp.

"Let me see your rental spiritual contract. If you have one, I'll go find the next place... if you don't..."

Fang Xing's expression was cold and stern. He grabbed with his right hand, pulling the flying sword out of the wall and gripping its hilt.

The flying sword hummed, as if it were a venomous snake held by its seven inches, unable to move at all.

He reached out with his left hand, grabbed the cultivator by the neck, lifted him up, and gave him a light shake.

The magical tools, talismans, and other items on the cultivator... fell off his body like rain.

"My lord, spare me..."

The late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator's face flushed red, and he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "This lowly one has no spiritual contract; this house was also occupied later..."

"I knew it..."

Fang Xing exerted a little force. It sounded as if a dragon were roaring in the void, and the late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator immediately fainted.

This battle broke out and ended in the blink of an eye. There were faint sounds all around, but they quickly died down.

'Interesting!'

Sensing those auras, a smile curled at the corners of Fang Xing's mouth.

The spiritual vein land in this market seemed to have been tacitly divided by cultivators and Yao beasts, each with their own "territory"!

Hunting and being hunted happened at any time; everything followed the natural selection rule of the survival of the fittest.

Just now, his neighbors had sensed that the "lord" of this territory was being challenged, and after it ended, they fell silent again, tacitly acknowledging that Fang Xing now occupied this place.

"Humans are also a part of nature... but I was just in class on Vulture Star, and coming here to play a battle royale is truly exciting!"

The High-Grade cave dwelling was not small. It not only had many rooms but also a garden, a medicinal herb garden, an alchemy room, a beast pen, a basement, and so on...

Moreover, the concentration of spiritual energy here was far superior to other cave dwellings.

Fang Xing just stood in a horse stance for a moment and felt his Qi and blood become extremely lively. The speed at which he converted his internal energy was nearly twice as fast as it had been at the temporary camp!

'What a great place. Just this spiritual energy concentration is equivalent to eating half a bowl of spiritual rice more every day...'

He sighed silently and went to the basement.

This basement had been converted into a cage, temporarily binding the unconscious late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator.

Fang Xing silently picked up a flying sword.

This was the most valuable loot from this time, a Rank 1 High-Grade flying sword, since the dharma robe had already been damaged in the battle... The sword was about one foot long, or about 33 centimeters. The blade was bronze-colored, bearing ancient cloud patterns, and both edges were sharpened. On the hilt, there was a sword inscription: the two characters "Qing Que."

"Qing Que Sword... Unfortunately, I don't have magic power, so I can't make it fly at all... I can only use it as a dagger..."

He muttered, then grabbed the late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator's palm, pricked his finger, took a drop of blood, and sent it into a white suitcase at his side.

This was a "family portable medical kit" purchased on the black market.

The medical kit swallowed the blood and began to operate rapidly.

In less than ten minutes, a detailed physical examination report was transmitted to Fang Xing.

"As expected of a cultivator, he looks old, but his various bodily functions are quite good... He can live for over a hundred years? Could it be related to his late-stage Qi Condensation cultivation?"

"But..."

Fang Xing saw the end, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face: "No abnormal body structure... It seems that the so-called 'spiritual root' is not some kind of flesh and blood tissue; it cannot be transplanted..."

He naturally still had some fantasies about cultivation.

But this physical examination of a living cultivator ruthlessly shattered this sliver of delusion.

"However, this portable medical kit can only treat minor illnesses, and the examination might not be detailed enough..."

Fang Xing fell into deep thought: "The best thing would naturally be to send this precious living specimen to a top medical laboratory in the Blue Star Federation... but obviously, I will never do that."

He pointed his finger, and a strand of Primordial Qi, sharp as a sword, pierced directly into the cultivator's glabella.

The cultivator immediately groaned and woke up.

The first thing he saw was Fang Xing, and he subconsciously began to form seals and chant spells.

"Don't harbor any delusions. I just fed you 'Erosion Immortal Grass.' Although this 'Erosion Immortal Grass' can be refined into spiritual pills to increase magic power, it is poisonous itself and will make it difficult for a cultivator's magic power to condense. For a Qi Condensation cultivator like you, it will take at least twelve hours to force out the poison of the 'Erosion Immortal Grass'!"

Fang Xing said coldly.

"It is this lowly one's rudeness. I do not know what this lord wants? This lowly one will definitely cooperate fully!"

The Qi Condensation cultivator immediately looked at Fang Xing, a look of humility and fawning appearing on his face, and he knelt down very quickly.

The loose cultivators in the market were all this realistic.

"Good, being able to bend and stretch is the mark of a real man... What is your name?"

"This lowly one is 'Zhou Tong'."

"Do you know about the black market and the ghost market?"

Fang Xing asked some information at random, which corresponded one by one with what Yu Xia had said before.

It was just a pity that this late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator didn't know the detailed information about that secret realm either, but he knew the black market very well.

"One last thing, do you remember how many people you have killed?"

Fang Xing asked at the end, his face devoid of any expression.

Zhou Tong's expression froze, then turned ferocious, clearly seeing Fang Xing's murderous intent: "I curse you..."

Swish!

A strand of Primordial Qi fell, and Zhou Tong immediately lost his breath.

"You are not a good person, and I don't have the habit of leaving hidden dangers..."

Fang Xing shook his head. Judging from Zhou Tong's collection, he knew that this person was not simple; he was likely a bandit cultivator by trade.

Since he was a bandit cultivator, after contributing to the cause of medicine, he could go die.

Ever since he learned that the Nascent Soul Zhenjun had left, Fang Xing had indeed become much bolder.

After all, with his current martial arts and equipment... he could almost sweep through the market.

Even if he encountered a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he at least had the confidence to escape with his life.

What's more... both Yu Xia and Zhou Tong had revealed that the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the market were either dead or had run off with that Nascent Soul Zhenjun, which was why the market was now in a state of disorder.

A few days later.

Southeast of the market, in an underground cave.

Fang Xing, dressed in black and with his face covered, carrying a large package, walked inside.

Under the mask, he naturally still had that ferocious-looking appearance.

Ever since he refined his skin, flesh, tendons, and bones, he could now change his appearance at will; he could be as tall, short, fat, thin, handsome, or ugly as he wanted.

'I've already been to the ghost market, and the grade of the traded items is really too low; they are actually dominated by daily necessities...'

Thinking of this, he was also very helpless.

After reaching the Unpolished Jade Realm, cultivation was slower than when he was refining his tendons and bones. In order to collect suitable pills and sell his loot, he still had to come once.

This underground cave was originally formed naturally, but later it seemed to have been modified by cultivators, and there were many entrances.

And in the largest cave, strange pearls were embedded in the walls, emitting a soft and cold radiance.

On the ground, there were already loose cultivators setting up stalls to trade.

Fang Xing walked around for a while before stopping in front of an old man with a white beard.

This white-bearded old man was very sturdy, looking strong despite his age. The cultivators passing by quickened their pace, because he was clearly a top expert at the perfection of Qi Condensation.

In the current Qinglin Market, which lacked Foundation Establishment cultivators, he was at the top level.

What interested Fang Xing was that there was also a small banner on this old man's stall, which had the mark of the Fire Refining Workshop on it.

'It seems that the incident happened suddenly, and not every major merchant left...'

He thought to himself, stepped forward, and cupped his hands in a salute: "Old man... I wonder if this place accepts Yao beast materials, second-hand magical tools, and spiritual herbs?"

The old man looked up at Fang Xing, nodded, and was sparing with his words: "We accept!"

"Good!"

Fang Xing nodded, opened the package, took them out one by one, and placed them in front of the old man.

When the old man saw the gauntlets and the Qing Que Sword, his expression couldn't help but become much more solemn. He looked at Fang Xing in surprise and casually picked up a wolf skin:

"Rank 1 Mid-Grade, skin of a Green Wind Alpha Wolf, estimated at twenty low-grade spiritual stones..."

Fang Xing frowned: "This price is a bit low..."

"If it were before, when nothing had happened to the market, it would naturally be higher, but now this is the only price."

The old man shook his head, answering with extreme firmness.