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Chapter 40: The Extreme Emotion Sword
Chapter 40: The Extreme Emotion Sword
The next day.
In the early morning mist, Fang Xing practiced his knife skills while holding a hundred refined steel knives that he had casually purchased from a stall.
The key to the A-rank martial art 'Guishen Dao' lies in simulating the entry into the artistic conception, in meditation and hypnosis!
Once you've mastered this aspect, the technique itself is quite simple.
After practicing the knife technique, Fang Xing's eyes flashed as he gazed at the attribute panel:
[Name: Fang Xing]
[Age: 17]
[Occupation: Martial Artist]
[Second Realm: Sinew and Bone (Refined Sinew: 31/100)]
[Juntiquan Twelve Forms: 61/100 (Skilled)]
[Great Dragon Stake: 14/200 (Proficient)]
[Guishen Dao: 2/100 (Entry)]
[Gate of All Heavens (Charging)]
...
"This Ning Shen Dan not only assists in cultivating the 'Guishen Dao', but more importantly, when the medicine takes effect, I seem to enter a strange state, similar to the 'spiritual sense' of a cultivator, and can completely control every part of my body... This is the ultimate state of martial arts!"
"Unfortunately, I can only achieve this state when the pill is active, and it disappears afterward... Even so, the Ning Shen Dan will definitely bring great benefits to my martial arts journey."
Looking at the increased values on the panel, Fang Xing's eyes lit up.
He felt more and more that there were many treasures hidden in Qinglin Fang City, just waiting for him to discover.
"Practice martial arts! Practice!"
"It would be a waste not to push myself to the limit under such favorable conditions..."
"According to my progress, I will definitely be able to beat Gu Yun before school starts..."
For Fang Xing, nothing else mattered except for his own martial arts training!
Now, with the batch of herbs he had 'picked', he had an abundance of spirit stones.
Every day, he nourished himself with spirit rice and demon beast meat, bathed in spiritual energy, and occasionally used the 'Ning Shen Dan' to aid his cultivation.
With these multiple effects, his progress in martial arts was nothing short of astonishing.
In fact, he became so immersed in this frenzied training that he lost track of time...
One day.
Chi! Chi!
Within the courtyard made of bamboo fences, knife qi crisscrossed through the air.
On the steel knife in Fang Xing's hand, the one-inch knife qi suddenly surged, reaching a length of three inches and emitting a faint glow.
"After entering the 'Guishen Dao', it's just like any other martial art, and daily practice is the key..."
"Its realm is probably similar to other martial arts as well, starting from entry, then skilled, and finally proficient... Beyond the 'Proficient' level, it should no longer be a simulation of an artistic conception, but a complete mastery of this artistic conception, thus elevating it to a true 'Artistic Conception Martial Art'!"
"Although the Jade Realm martial artists of the Blue Star Federation have a similar realm to the Innate stage, their combat power definitely surpasses... How strong are those in the fourth realm, the 'Courage' realm?"
"At the very least, they should be able to rival a late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator, or maybe even a peak Qi Refinement cultivator?"
Fang Xing speculated in his mind.
In this world, even the most powerful Innate experts could only match up to mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivators.
Late-stage Qi Refinement cultivators were considered top experts in Qinglin Fang City, and there weren't even a thousand of them in the entire city.
Not to mention those at the peak of Qi Refinement.
"I wonder how they would compare to Foundation Establishment cultivators?"
"Never mind, I'm thinking too much."
Fang Xing was about to head back when his expression suddenly changed.
Rumble! Rumble!
The ground trembled slightly.
He looked up and saw that the formation covering Qinglin Fang City had opened, and countless spiritual lights were falling like raindrops.
One after another, flying ships, tens of meters high and a hundred meters long, emerged from the city like gigantic war beasts.
The terrifying spiritual light and pressure made Fang Xing think of the Federation's 'Sky-Air Fighter', although these ships were the smallest models...
"Following the sect's order, we shall cleanse the beast tide!"
A hoarse and deep voice echoed through the city, surprising Fang Xing. "A Foundation Establishment cultivator?!"
"It's a Foundation Establishment Great Elder!"
"Finally, Qing Xuan Zong can no longer hold back and has decided to take action!"
"Haha, let's join them! We'll crush the beast tide and earn a fortune in spirit stones!"
The cultivators in the city cheered and jumped with excitement, eager to seize the opportunity.
For them, danger was nothing compared to the monotony of their daily lives.
Roar! Roar!
Just then, a terrifying beast roar came from outside the city.
The sound was like rolling thunder, and it carried a pressure that was distinctly different from that of a first-rank demon beast.
"It's a second-rank demon beast!"
Someone among the scattered cultivators exclaimed.
"How dare a mere demon beast act so arrogantly!"
The hoarse voice from before rang out again, this time carrying a hint of anger.
"Here they come?"
Fang Xing saw a streak of yellowish light surging out from the fleet, like a long rainbow, shooting towards the direction of the beast roar.
Then, a terrifying muffled sound followed, along with the furious roars of the second-rank demon beast.
Soon after, an elderly man wearing a blue Daoist robe, with three long white beards, and an air of celestial refinement, returned, dragging the corpse of a second-rank demon beast that was as massive as a small mountain.
This second-rank demon beast was a gigantic ape, standing at about sixteen meters tall. Even in death, it loomed like a mountain, and a single claw could easily crush countless cultivators into meat paste.
"The fur on its body was chilling, like a thousand swords piercing the air, and faint spiritual lights still lingered, with blood flowing endlessly from its wounds. Its corpse even twitched occasionally..."
"But, it was still dead... killed by a Foundation Establishment cultivator!"
"As expected, cultivators do have a certain advantage when facing a demon beast of the same level. However, to crush it so effortlessly, there might be a slight gap in their cultivation. This ape might only be a lower second-rank demon beast, while the Qing Xuan Zong cultivator could be at the mid or even higher stage of Foundation Establishment..."
Fang Xing's eyes sparkled as he gazed at the ape's corpse, his thoughts racing. "I wonder what effects the meat of a second-rank demon beast would have?"
"Depart!"
At that moment, following the command of the Foundation Establishment elder, a fleet of flying ships advanced, accompanied by many loose cultivators and martial artists carrying their own provisions.
Though they were voluntarily assembled, they would still receive rewards if they contributed in the battle against the demon beasts.
In fact, the rewards were exceptionally generous.
This was a feast, albeit one soaked in blood...
"Forget it, this isn't a situation I want to get involved in..."
After a final glance at the departing group, Fang Xing shook his head and returned to his residence, planning to hide out on Chuying Planet.
While this expedition against the Qing Xuan Zong sect was well-prepared and had a high chance of success, he simply wasn't willing to join them, even for the spoils of a sure victory.
The world was vast, and he was his own master.
It was best to stay far away from such perilous battles.
...
Chuying Planet.
Xingfu Garden Residential Area.
"It's already August..."
As thunder rumbled and rain poured outside, Fang Xing gazed at the calendar and murmured, "School starts in September..."
Only now did he seem to snap out of the fervor of the market.
"One must maintain their independence and not be easily swept up by the tide of events. If I were any less level-headed, I might have been stirred by the sight and rushed off to fight alongside them. But what would I gain from risking my life?"
Musing to himself, Fang Xing picked up his communicator to check if anyone had tried to contact him.
"Hmm? I don't have many regular contacts, just Liu Wei from the old days. Even he hasn't reached out lately... Oh, but look, Ouyang Qianqian has invited me to spar at the arena again. Seems like that girl hasn't given up yet."
He scanned through several missed calls, returning each one, before picking up another communicator, one he had obtained from the black market, and entered a password.
This communicator had its positioning function disabled and was not registered under his name, preventing any potential troubles.
There was only one message on this black market communicator, and it was from Zhang Jiarui.
"Hmm? Zhang Jiarui? I wonder if there's some activity at the Blood Cage Arena."
He found her contact name, 'Meat Bun Bunny Girl', intriguing, and knew that she was no ordinary person. Without hesitation, he opened the message.
Beep!
A holographic image of Zhang Jiarui appeared, now dressed in a sleek black suit, giving her a more professional aura.
"Dear guest... I've been promoted to manager now. As for the A-rank martial art you requested, we've found something called the 'Extreme Emotion Sword'. You've probably heard of it. We have a coach at the arena who specializes in this sword style and is willing to offer private lessons. If you're interested, please contact this number..."
This was a pre-recorded message.
Fang Xing immediately closed the projection and fell into deep thought. "The Extreme Emotion Sword? A bit late, isn't it? I've already started learning the Ghost God Sword. Why bring this up now?"
He recalled mentioning something similar to Zhang Jiarui in the past.
But he never expected her to not only remember but also find what he was looking for!
"Extreme Emotion Sword!"
With that, Fang Xing quickly searched online for information related to the sword style.
"Extreme Emotion Sword, A-rank martial art, created by the martial arts master 'Yuan Lang', renowned for its intricate sword techniques and formidable power. When practicing, one must simulate extreme emotional states, such as friendship, love, or hatred... Due to the intensity of these emotions, it is not included in the high school curriculum!"
"Damn, so it's considered even more extreme than other A-rank martial arts? This might be a bit dangerous."
"But I do love sword techniques, and Zhang Jiarui rarely finds private coaching opportunities like this..."
After some contemplation, Fang Xing disguised himself and used the black market communicator to make a call, expressing his gratitude and inquiring about the price.
On the projection, Zhang Jiarui sat in her office, still wearing the black suit, looking like an ordinary urban white-collar worker.
Upon hearing Fang Xing's question, a smile appeared on her face. "Coach Ping is very reasonable. This time, he agreed to offer the coaching at cost price, just ten million spirit stones per lesson..."
"Ten million spirit stones per lesson?! I'll have to think about it..."
Fang Xing felt a headache coming on.
"Oh, and... we've also found someone matching your previous request: triangular eyes, Caucasian, skilled at communicating with small animals... In the black market, only 'Lance, the Carrion Feaster' fits the description. This additional information is a gift, but if you want a detailed profile, it will cost you a flat rate of two million spirit stones..."
Zhang Jiarui continued with a cheerful smile.
"Is that so? Thank you. I'll come by for the transaction later."
Fang Xing hung up expressionlessly.
"Lance, the Carrion Feaster?"
A chill flashed in his eyes.
(End of Chapter)
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