Chapter 93: 93. Enemies Meet (Requesting Monthly Votes)

93. Chapter 93: Enemies Meet (Requesting Monthly Votes)

“Chief of the Chick Eagle Star—Fang Xing?”

The teenage bishop’s eyes flickered; he recognized Fang Xing’s origin: “So, you have a grudge against our sect?”

He was deeply dissatisfied with the sect’s branch on the Chick Eagle Star.

For this operation, the sect couldn’t even send its Divine Son or Holy Maiden, and had mysteriously lost much of its strength due to various incidents.

“A grudge?”

Fang Xing smiled: “No… I just want you to fear me the moment you think of me!”

The sect had schemed against him repeatedly—even a clay statue would have some temper!

Added to that, this secret realm forbade any power above the Fourth Realm.

What did he have to fear now?

Naturally—he repaid grudges with grudges, and vengeance with vengeance!

Shhh!

Fang Xing made his hand into a blade, his fingers into a sword—blade and sword struck together!

Ghost God Blade! Extreme Emotion Sword! Dual Blade-Sword Kill!

Terrifying blade light and sword qi surged across heaven and earth like a torrent, engulfing the teenage bishop and the crumbling giant phantom behind him.

Amidst the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers, the giant phantom began to crumble apart.

The teenage bishop, struck by martial will, his eyes glazed for an instant before returning to calm: “To have cultivated so many A-rank martial arts to this level, and to have comprehended the essence of Great Dragon Stake and Crouching Tiger Stake… you truly are a genius among commoners, comparable to Gu Jian Tong. Too bad…”

His eyes filled with silver-white radiance; Fang Xing suddenly felt a flood of illusions surging toward him.

Thin threads appeared in the air, as if the teenage bishop had transformed into a spider, continuously spitting silk to trap him.

‘Mind Master?’

The terrifying silver threads, capable of slicing through metal, struck Fang Xing’s skin and bounced off instantly, sparking a cascade of sparks.

His gaze instantly cleared, fixed on the teenage bishop: “Strong mental power…”

“Hmph. Just an ancient monster who’s lived for countless years, transferring part of his consciousness here to pretend he’s young…”

Swoosh!

A figure appeared behind the teenage bishop and delivered a flying kick!

The kick was so fast that Fang Xing saw the foot before the sound of air tearing reached his ears!

Bang!

The teenage bishop’s body was instantly kicked flying.

Only then did Fang Xing see a student with golden eyebrows standing where the bishop had been—Gu Jian Tong!

“Golden Eyebrows, you’re still alive?”

Fang Xing frowned at Gu Jian Tong: “If you’re not dead, get out of the way—don’t steal my target!”

What do you mean “golden eyebrows”? This is gold! Golden! Do you understand Supreme Gold?

Gu Jian Tong exploded.

Had it not been for the greater enemy, he might have turned and fought Fang Xing right then.

“Oh, Golden Eyebrows, move aside!”

Fang Xing brushed off his body; a faint golden glow surfaced, rendering the invisible silver threads utterly powerless against him.

Though the teenage bishop’s true body was powerful, within this secret realm, he could only manifest Fourth Realm strength.

He could barely break Fang Xing’s defense!

Even Fang Xing himself didn’t know how strong he truly was now!

As for teasing Gu Jian Tong a bit? So what?

His understanding of the Great Vajra Prajna Divine Power had deepened further; phrases like “Prajna Paramita,” “Bodhi True Nature,” “Pure, Free, Perfect Enlightenment”—all nonsense!

The true essence boiled down to four words: Mind Unobstructed!

Warriors must have unobstructed minds to advance swiftly!

Thus, when he wanted revenge on the sect, he came directly.

When he disliked Gu Jian Tong, he cursed him outright.

Pure spontaneity!

But Fang Xing knew well—achieving this was extremely difficult!

In life, where is there room for such freedom?

To have an unobstructed mind, one must possess overwhelming power!

That’s why the Great Vajra Prajna Divine Power was called the foremost power!

Bang!

He stomped the ground, his body becoming a golden afterimage, like an ancient dragon-elephant, charging straight at the teenage bishop.

In this state of unobstructed mind, Fang Xing realized the Great Vajra Prajna Divine Power, once elusive, had now unveiled its mystery before him.

Moreover!

On his attribute panel, a mark signifying the entry into the Great Vajra Prajna Divine Power was slowly forming!

Once the Great Vajra Prajna Divine Power was entered, it could double combat power!

‘For a cultivator, after enlightenment, one still needs seclusion to digest and comprehend the technique before gaining major progress!’

‘But warriors are different—once enlightened, power is immediately realized!’

Fang Xing formed his right hand into a blade and slashed!

Clang!

The teenage bishop waved his hand; a silver shield materialized instantly before Fang Xing.

Screech!

The Ghost God Blade’s slash struck the silver shield, emitting a grating sound—but could not pierce it.

After their previous clash, the teenage bishop had already gauged Fang Xing’s true strength.

Though a genius, he was still stronger!

One slash failed; Fang Xing struck again.

In the air, two layers of blade light merged, radiating unmatched sharpness!

And within the brilliant, blinding blade light, flecks of gold appeared!

—Great Vajra Prajna Divine Power!

After activating this S-rank martial art, the Ghost God Blade’s slash surged, doubling in length!

The force, far beyond normal limits, struck the silver shield, instantly shattering the teenage bishop’s mind-made defense.

Shhh!

Fang Xing closed in, his left fingers clenched; the Extreme Emotion Sword erupted into countless icy stars, piercing the teenage bishop’s third eye.

Amplified by the Great Vajra Prajna Divine Power, his martial will became sword light, finally piercing the bishop’s mind-sea, causing him to stagger in shock!

He would not miss this chance—he punched!

But someone moved faster than Fang Xing!

It was a beam of light!

Intense radiance solidified into a hand cannon, slamming into the teenage bishop’s skull.

Bang!

The teenage bishop’s head instantly vaporized; his headless corpse collapsed backward.

“Golden Eyebrows, you stole my kill?”

Fang Xing spun around, glaring at Gu Jian Tong: “So you want a fight?”

“Who’s afraid? I’m injured, but taking you down is still no problem.” Gu Jian Tong’s eyes narrowed, a gleeful smile spreading across his face: “I thought the Hundred Star Exam was boring, but meeting you? Not bad…”

“Wait, now’s not the time for infighting!”

Suddenly, a clear voice cut in.

Song Jingang, Zhong Yuxiu, and others had finally arrived at the battlefield.

They stared at the corpses littering the ground and the mountain-sized bodies of the demonic servants, their faces grim.

Qi Lingzhen, wearing goggles and a leather jacket, looked like a tomboy; she stepped between Fang Xing and Gu Jian Tong, having been the one to speak up.

“Yeah… we should just hold one position and wait for outside rescue…”

Song Jingang dared not face Fang Xing, hiding behind Zhong Yuxiu, speaking softly.

Fang Xing valued unobstructed mind, but he wasn’t foolish.

Seeing many examinees had arrived, he dropped his insistence and began examining the teenage bishop’s corpse.

“Huh? What’s this?”

He noticed a strange piece of cloth in the teenage bishop’s hand.

It looked remarkably similar to the one he had seized from Bai Lian Yi!

“Be careful—this guy just tried to corrupt me with this!”

Gu Jian Tong crossed his arms but offered a warning.

“I’ve interned at the Anti-Corruption Bureau—I know more about demonic artifacts than you.”

Fang Xing crouched, studying the dark-gold cloth closely.

This fragment was also incomplete, but far clearer than the previous one.

Above, a crimson sun seemed ready to break free from the cloth, as if the true sun were rising in the real world!

In a daze, he seemed to see countless violet lights descending, as a scarlet sun rose...

Roar! Roar!

A dragon’s roar and a tiger’s bellow erupted at once. Fang Xing rubbed his third eye, snapping back to awareness, silently thinking: ‘Far stronger than Bai Lianyi’s version—even affects my spirit. Compared to this “original,” Bai Lianyi’s seems like a mere copy...’

Given how dangerous this demonic artifact was, he had no intention of studying it further. He rose to toss it to another examinee for safekeeping.

Suddenly, his awareness swept over his attribute panel, and his heart stirred again.

There, at the very bottom of the panel, the mark representing the “Gate of All Realms” was faintly glowing!

‘The Gate of All Realms has finally reacted!’

Fang Xing’s face lit up with joy.

Since bringing him to the cultivation world, this Gate of All Realms had remained inert, showing only “charging.” Only now did it finally stir slightly.

‘Could it be... the energy on this cloth is useful to the Gate of All Realms? Could it unlock a second world?’

Fang Xing’s mind filled with speculation.

He gritted his teeth, coated his hand in Dragon Scale Elephant Armor, and seized the dark-gold cloth.

Boom!

In that instant, he felt something inexplicable being drawn into his attribute panel’s “Gate of All Realms,” causing its symbol to stabilize instantly.

But beyond that, nothing else happened.

‘It seems to help... but not enough...’

‘Should I collect more of these items in the future? Maybe then I can unlock the Gate of All Realms and enter a brand-new world?’

A thought surfaced in his mind. He casually tossed the dark-gold cloth into Song Jingang’s lap.

‘Huh? Boss, what are you doing?’

Song Jingang instinctively tried to fling the filthy thing away.

‘Since this thing is so dangerous, I’m leaving it with you. After all, your family has deep roots...’

Having absorbed its energy, Fang Xing lost all interest in the artifact.

After all, it was tied to an outer demonic god and suspected of being contaminated—best to let someone else bear the burden.

‘I... I thank you so much.’

Song Jingang burst into tears again, his emotions wildly exaggerated.

‘This man... must be Yan Dongxu from Jin Yuan Star. How did he become a demonic cultist?’

Qi Lingzhen crouched beside a dead examinee, lost in thought.

‘Simple. All these examinees are demonic cultists—they launched a coordinated strike from within.’

Zhong Yuxiu spoke timidly, then turned to Fang Xing: ‘Fang classmate... thank you!’

‘No need to thank me.’

Fang Xing waved his hand and sat cross-legged to one side, feigning recovery while actually observing his attribute panel:

【Name: Fang Xing】

【Age: 17】

【Profession: Martial Artist】

【Fourth Realm: Courage (9/200)】

【Twelve Forms of Military Boxing: 135/200 (Proficient)】

【Great Dragon Stance: 106/400 (Master)】

【Subdue Tiger Stance: 11/400 (Master)】

【Ghost God Blade: 34/200 (Proficient)】

【Ultimate Passion Sword: 17/200 (Proficient)】

【Dragon Elephant Technique: 36/200 (Proficient)】

【Great Vajra Prajna Divine Power: 1/100 (Beginner)】

【Gate of All Realms (Charging)】

‘With Great Vajra Prajna Divine Power at beginner level, my combat power increases by one fold. At skilled level, it should be double; proficient, quadruple; master, octuple... I’ll need to grind more later.’

‘Besides that, every martial art has improved after these battles.’

‘Most crucially, the Gate of All Realms flickered once—and went silent again.’

Fang Xing felt deeply frustrated.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered, and an unbelievable emotion rose in his heart.

On his attribute panel, within the martial arts section, a new submenu suddenly blurred into existence:

【Great Sun Tathagata Mantra: 1/100 (Beginner)】!

‘Great Sun Tathagata Mantra? What martial art is this? Why do I know it? Did I ever learn it?’

Fang Xing himself was utterly baffled.

Then he recalled a possibility—and his expression changed slightly.

‘The demonic cult leader wanted to use this cloth to corrupt Gu Jiantong... so this was the contamination? Is this “Great Sun Tathagata Mantra” an “Alien Art,” a top-tier Alien Art suited for light-based alien abilities?’

Masking demonic corruption as a martial art, evading detection, and secretly contaminating martial artists—altering their thoughts, even their personalities—was a terrifying prospect!

Gu Jiantong possessed the highest-tier “Light Transformation” alien ability—perfectly matched to the Great Sun series!

‘But I have no light-based alien ability, and I’ve always been cautious. How could I be contaminated? No... I hold no reverence for the Void Gate. I’m not contaminated at all!’

‘Could it be... I absorbed the leftover waste the Gate of All Realms rejected?’

Fang Xing’s mind spun with possibilities, and suddenly his head throbbed.

He sighed, forcing himself to stop thinking about martial arts—for now, his original goal had been achieved.

Look at the people around him!

Gu Jiantong was the top student of You Lin Star. Zhong Yuxiu, by her own admission, was a wealthy family’s little princess.

Qi Lingzhen likely had a powerful master too.

Taken together... rescue should have arrived immediately!

And with the dangers inside the secret realm cleared, rescue should come soon...

As Fang Xing pondered, blinding silver light suddenly flared, enveloping every student present.

His muscles tensed instinctively, ready to act.

But remembering past teleportations, he calmed down.

Whoosh!

In a flash of silver light, the world changed.

Space Fortress Fortress.

Fang Xing stood on the plaza, behind him stretched the cosmic stars.

He lowered his gaze, looked at the planet below, and exhaled deeply.

This miserable, awful Hundred Star Examination was finally over.

‘Fang Xing!’

A figure dashed toward him—it was Teacher Xia Long!

‘You brat... hurt anywhere? This exam let in demonic cultists—and nearly turned into a disaster...’ He slapped Fang Xing’s shoulder, swept his domain over him, and nodded: ‘But you’re lucky—no hair lost. Outside, everyone’s in an uproar. Over a thousand dead... even a Minor Saint might not shoulder the blame.’

‘Over a thousand dead...’

Fang Xing fell silent.

The Hundred Star Examination, originally designed for only a few deaths, had reached battlefield-level mortality!

Especially since these examinees had never faced combat—suddenly facing this, casualties were inevitable.

‘So what now?’

Looking at the chaotic plaza and teachers with red-rimmed eyes, Fang Xing asked Xia Long quietly.

‘First, medical treatment, physical exam... then demonic aura detection.’

Xia Long replied: ‘You know the procedure.’

‘Yes.’

Fang Xing nodded and followed several staff members to process the steps.

He needed no treatment, so he went straight to the physical exam, then the demonic aura scan.

Clearly, the staff had been terrified by the sects—they feared even survivors might be cultists, and wanted to inspect every strand of hair.

At that moment, he heard loud sobs from next door:

‘This... this isn’t mine! It’s loot! Loot!’

‘Wait! Don’t take off my pants... I’m gonna fight you! Waaah!’

A shrill alarm blared in the background.

‘Oh, that’s Song Jingang—his cloth’s demonic aura spiked? Then it’s fine...’