Chapter 268: The Extreme of Speed! The Demon of Force! Cultivation Surges to Three Turns!

Viewed from tens of thousands of feet above, the inverted mountain of the Inverted Gate resembled a heavy sword of black iron thrown by a heavenly god toward the mortal world.

The pitch-black rock layers glowed with a molten-iron crimson under the setting sun. Twisted ancient cypresses grew wildly against the geomagnetic field, their roots clinging to the surface of the inverted peaks like a spiderweb.

The dark green canopies stretched toward the churning sea of clouds below, resembling millions of bronze umbrellas planted upside down.

Hearing Liu Qingmeng's body had already reverted from its lightning state; she held a three-foot-long sword flickering with electric arcs, her expression cold and far from benevolent.

"Why did the Sect Master of the Tribulation Jianshan travel tens of thousands of miles all the way to our Inverted Gate?"

Taking a few steps, Sha Jing approached Hearing Liu Qingmeng with a puzzled look.

He naturally knew the purpose of Hearing Liu Qingmeng's visit here; it was most likely for that Fang Can.

Wasn't it you, the Tribulation Jianshan, who had sealed the mountain and explicitly stated you would not involve yourselves in Fang Can's affairs?

Why have you gone back on your word this time?

Clad in a white ermine coat, Hearing Liu Qingmeng's exquisitely beautiful face bore not a trace of expression as she stated her purpose directly:

"Where is Fang Can?"

Provoked by Hearing Liu Qingmeng's cold voice without any politeness, a thread of anger rose from Sha Jing's heart, but he did not show it on his face.

There is still a difference between one Fourth Turn and another Fourth Turn.

This group of female cultivators from the Tribulation Jianshan all appear to belong to the righteous path, but when they fight, each one is bloodthirsty and ruthless.

Although he had not seen this Sect Master of the Tribulation Jianshan fight in over ten years, he had no confidence in defeating the woman before him.

Over ten years ago, the Four Great Sects of Dayan had fought fiercely over Jiang Ningan, a girl of outstanding talent, all wanting to take her as a disciple.

This woman, who usually showed no signs of strength, had upon acting once, suppressed three of the sects.

"The Extreme of Speed" was precisely the evaluation the three sects made of that battle back then.

If they fought to the death, Sha Jing felt the odds of victory between them would be one to nine; hmm... even saying he had a one-in-ten chance was optimistic; he might be instantly annihilated.

Now, over ten years have passed, and this woman is only in her hundreds; she is precisely in the age of breaking through.

It is possible she has already attempted to break through to the Fifth Turn.

In his estimation, among these many Fourth Turns, the only one who could fight this fellow head-on without defeat...

was probably the Emperor Xiang Hongtu from the Great Chu side.

Both sides are fast!

It is just that the aspect of their speed is not quite the same.

One side is the Extreme of Speed, while the other is the Demon of Force!

If Hearing Liu Qingmeng's ghostly figure, moving like light and lightning, transforming into light in an instant, is incomprehensible, then Xiang Hongtu is simply fast like a monster.

While Hearing Liu Qingmeng still falls within a comprehensible range, Xiang Hongtu's speed transcends their imagination.

Sha Jing still remembers, eighteen years ago.

Several Fourth Turns from Dayan were invited by the Great Chu side to attend the hundred-day banquet of Xiang Hongtu's son.

At that time, a certain Fourth Turn shaman, whose entire family had been killed by Xiang Hongtu, unfortunately added a curse at Xiang Longtao's hundred-day banquet.

In short, pulling such a stunt on such a joyous day directly enraged Xiang Hongtu.

Facing the shaman who had already used spatial teleportation to flee hundreds of kilometers away, Xiang Hongtu threw only one punch.

As a body cultivator martial artist, Sha Jing still remembers the brilliance of that punch to this day.

In merely an instant, Xiang Hongtu's figure did not move; he simply threw a plain, ordinary straight punch forward.

He directly bridged a distance of hundreds of kilometers, turning the shaman and the land within a ten-li radius into ruins.

Everyone clearly understood that this was not so-called teleportation.

Because from beginning to end, Xiang Hongtu's figure did not move at all; he simply threw his punch forward at the fastest speed.

Not a single person present at the time saw the process of Xiang Hongtu's strike.

According to conventional logic, it should have been Xiang Hongtu rising, crossing hundreds of kilometers to arrive above the shaman's head, and then throwing the punch!

But as if large sections of detailed description were deleted, it became: Xiang Hongtu threw a punch, and the shaman hundreds of kilometers away was instantly blown apart by the fist's force.

As for how the fist's force hit the target?

Don't ask; they did not understand clearly, they couldn't even see Xiang Hongtu throwing the punch clearly.

Anyway, by the time everyone reacted, that shaman had already been killed by Xiang Hongtu's single punch.

That was a punch so fast it skipped the process and went straight to the result of the hit.

Afterwards, the title "Demon of Force" was bestowed upon Xiang Hongtu, saying his exertion of power was like a monster's, incomprehensible.

In the matter of the Martial Dao, the most feared thing is incomprehensibility.

Because incomprehensibility means one cannot analyze, cannot target, and cannot break through.

Hearing Liu Qingmeng's body turning into lightning and moving at the speed of light is still within the realm of acceptance.

But Xiang Hongtu's fist is even more bizarre than Hearing Liu Qingmeng's.

And after returning, he had also privately sought out the Fourth Turn Sect Master of the Tai Xuan Gate to exchange words secretly.

They could only conclude that Xiang Longtao's inheritance should be related to time or space.

Either the time stopped at that very moment!

But it makes no sense for Xiang Hongtu to return and strike a pose after throwing a punch.

Or perhaps that punch crossed space, allowing the fist to hit the opponent across hundreds of kilometers.

But why could no one see the process of his punch clearly?

There is no reason that everyone being Fourth Turns would be unable to see Xiang Hongtu's punch clearly.

Moreover, even if they figured out Xiang Hongtu's inheritance, that punch of his could not be used continuously.

Yet Sha Jing had even less confidence.

Because he could not even be sure of blocking that single punch which killed the Fourth Turn shaman.

Facing that fist which even ghosts and gods could not tolerate.

Both at the Fourth Tier, he was merely a magnetic-field minnow instantly obliterated!

'Fantasizing again... fantasizing about dying beneath Xiang Hongtu's fist.'

Sha Jing's consciousness returned to reality, his heart complex and indistinct, truly having had his soul stolen by that single punch eighteen years ago.

Looking at the opponent before him, whom he likewise could not defeat by force, the Diantian Sect Master explained with complex and indistinct feelings:

"Fang Can indeed came to our place yesterday, but has now been sent away by someone."

"Sent away?" Hearing Liu Qingmeng's figure, holding her sword, paused slightly: "Sent where?"

"Suxin Zhai! This name, Sect Master Liu should be quite familiar with," Sha Jing said lightly.

"Suxin Zhai!!!!"

Hearing Liu Qingmeng's eyes widened slightly! This expression was captured by Sha Jing.

With a hint of speculation, he bared his bone-white teeth and said:

"As Suxin Zhai is a great sect of the Hehuan Domain, Fang Can, this furnace vessel, naturally must be sent there."

Watching Lei Guang explode, turning into a thunderstorm and vanishing from the spot, Sha Jing revealed a sinister smile on his face:

"A day and a night have now passed; at this hour, Fang Can's children should already be born."

At this moment, within Suxin Zhai, decadent music played incessantly.

After a night of polishing, the heavenly light outside the hall had grown bright.

Thanks to Fang Can's one-to-many instruction by a famous master, the numerous cultivators of Suxin Zhai gained substantial growth in their techniques.

Even Yan Chuqing, who had been merely observing throughout without participating, found the agarwood couch beneath her soaked with dripping sweat several times.

Many years later, when she faced Fang Can again, Yan Chuqing would recall countless times this morning when Fang Can instructed the disciples of Suxin Zhai.

Even Yan Chuqing had to admit that Fang Can's bird was destined to be unconfined.

It possessed a vigorous bearing, the courage to escape its predicament; its feathers were too vivid, its song too sweet, and too wild, so you could only let them go.

Otherwise, one day when you opened the cage to feed them, they would also find a way to depart with head held high.

You know it is wrong to keep them confined, so you would feel happy for them.

But in doing so, the place where you live would still appear dimmer and emptier because of their departure.

—Excerpt from Yan Chuqing's memoir, "The Redemption of Suxin Zhai"

But at this moment, Yan Chuqing did not possess the ability of foreknowledge.

She was merely grieving why she had not discovered and protected this strongest furnace vessel sooner.

This was a sacred body capable of promoting the lineage of Suxin Zhai!

In the midst of contemplation, Yan Chuqing's eyes suddenly sharpened, looking at the cultivators in the arena.

She saw a female cultivator being diligently instructed by Fang Can; her cultivation was now surging continuously, preparing to advance amidst the extreme sublimation of her spirit!

It was actually a breakthrough from the Second Transformation realm advancing toward the Third Transformation cultivation!

On the scene, Fang Can, seeing the behavior of the female cultivator before him, was about to rise and check, but his shoulder was firmly pressed down by Yan Chuqing.

"Where are you going? Continue the cultivation! If you leave, what if her realm breakthrough fails!"

Yan Chuqing said with furrowed willow brows; Fang Can helplessly resumed instruction, but his reaction slowed somewhat.

This immediately provoked Yan Chuqing's displeasure: "You rascal, haven't you eaten? Dragging your feet, stealing what laziness."

Upon mentioning this, Fang Can became energetic:

"Eaten? I've been here for seven or eight double-hours, I haven't even drunk a mouthful of water, and I've already vomited several jin just from your forced vomiting."

"Nonsense! Hurry up and try hard; Nian An is running out of strength to breakthrough."

With displeasure, Yan Chuqing directly pressed on Fang Can's back and rhythmically exerted force forward with a sudden burst.

While pushing, she also infused her Heart Image into Fang Can's five viscera and six bowels, boosting his spirit.

'Does this count as a Fourth Transformation giving herself TPG?'

Fang Can thought somewhat strangely in his heart, but the breakthrough was paramount, so he could only accept it!

Watching Nian An, a Third Transformation cultivator, breakthrough seriously, Fang Can dared not slacken; he fought for the other's martial path and increased his speed.

"Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang bang!... Bang bang bang x100!"

A cup of tea... a stick of incense... a quarter-hour...

As time passed second by second.

Finally, after one double-hour, Fang Can also reached a critical node, releasing his own martial potential.

Nian An's high, bulging lower abdomen quickly deflated; this was the manifestation of converting martial potential into cultivation resources.

Seeing this, the face of Yan Chuqing behind him lit up entirely with smiles.

Because of Fang Can's efforts, Suxin Zhai would soon gain another Third Transformation realm cultivator.

Looking at the disciple who successfully broke through to the Third Transformation, Yan Chuqing stepped forward and asked: "How do you feel?"

"Very good, thanks to Fang Can, who pushed my realm from Second Transformation to the early stage of Third Transformation." Nian An's face displayed a look of gratitude.

"Why are you standing there stunned? Continue working!"

Looking at Fang Can standing aside, Yan Chuqing's eyebrows stood on end and she said: "There are still over seventy people here; don't be lazy."

"It's not that I want to be lazy." Fang Can pointed indifferently toward the figure composed of lightning beside him and said:

"It's just that I may be taken away next."

(End of Chapter)