Chapter 65: Medical Examination
Chapter 65: Medical Examination
"Are you asking to die?!"
The late Qi Condensation cultivator's expression turned cold, and he pointed his finger like a sword. His flying sword transformed into a stream of light, rushing towards Fang Xing with deadly intent.
This flying sword was a high-grade first-rank magical artifact. Under the control of a late Qi Condensation cultivator, its power was enough to cut gold and jade!
But as fast as he was, Fang Xing was faster!
Roar!
With a mere thought, the 'Dragon's Intent' emerged, catching the late Qi Condensation cultivator off-guard. The flying sword trembled in mid-air as if its control had malfunctioned.
In that brief moment, Fang Xing took a step forward and appeared right before the late Qi Condensation cultivator!
The advantage of a body cultivator lies in their explosive speed and formidable endurance!
The Blue Star Warriors are similar to body cultivators!
To gain the upper hand, one must engage in close-quarters combat!
Fang Xing had no intention of dragging out the fight with this late Qi Condensation cultivator. Although he was confident that he could withstand several stabs from the flying sword, he didn't want to end up covered in blood and bruises.
Body cultivators rarely rely solely on their physical bodies to fight. Instead, they opt for more efficient ways to subdue their opponents.
He swung his fist, aiming at a cluster of reddish light that had appeared in front of the cultivator.
The late Qi Condensation cultivator was experienced in battle. As he activated his flying sword, he also triggered a defensive shield around his robe.
He wore a high-grade robe, the Red Cloud Daoist Robe, and the protective technique he activated was called the 'Fire Cloud Shield', a high-grade first-rank technique. Not only did it provide excellent defense, but it could also generate scorching flames to burn enemies.
However, at that moment, a silver-white glove appeared on Fang Xing's fist, and outside the glove was another layer of defense—the Golden Bell Cover. His punch landed heavily on the reddish light shield.
After achieving the Primordial Jade, he could now utilize his innate true qi to activate the 'Golden Bell Cover Talisman'!
With just the first punch, the reddish light shield began to ripple.
"Not good!"
The late Qi Condensation cultivator finally came to his senses, his eyes filled with fear as he stared at Fang Xing, "Impossible..."
But it was too late!
Fang Xing's fist glowed with innate true qi, and in an instant, it transformed into a massive fist imprint!
Boom!
The double-layered punch caused the Fire Cloud Shield to shatter instantly. Countless sparks, capable of melting gold and iron, flew in all directions, landing on the ground and burning deep holes.
Fang Xing stood amidst the flames, untouched by the fire, like a god in the inferno. He slightly raised his hand, and in that split second, he grabbed the flying sword in mid-flight, avoiding the blade and gently tapping his finger on the sword's body.
Swoosh!
The flying sword turned into a stream of light and embedded itself into the wall opposite them.
"How could there be such a warrior in this world?!"
The late Qi Condensation cultivator's eyes widened in anger, and then he was punched in the abdomen by Fang Xing, causing him to curl up on the ground like a shrimp.
"Let me see your lease spirit contract. If you have one, I'll go look for the next tenant... If you don't..."
Fang Xing's expression turned cold. He reached out with his right hand and pulled the flying sword out of the wall, gripping the hilt.
The flying sword buzzed angrily, like a venomous snake whose seven inches had been pinched, unable to move at all.
Fang Xing extended his left hand and grabbed the cultivator by the neck, lifting him up effortlessly. He gave a slight shake.
Artifacts, talismans... they all fell off the cultivator like rain, clattering to the ground.
"Spare my life, noble one..."
The late Qi Condensation cultivator's face turned red, and he forced out the words through clenched teeth, "I don't have a spirit contract. I occupied this place later on..."
"I knew it..."
Fang Xing applied a little more force, and a dragon's roar seemed to echo in the void. The cultivator immediately lost consciousness.
The battle had erupted and ended in the blink of an eye. There were faint sounds from the surroundings, but they quickly faded away.
'Interesting!'
Sensing those auras, a smile curved on Fang Xing's lips.
In this city, the land with spirit veins seemed to be tacitly divided between cultivators and demonic beasts, each having their own 'territory'!
Hunting and being hunted occurred at any time, and everything followed the law of the jungle—survival of the fittest.
Just now, his neighbors had sensed that the 'lord' of this territory was being challenged. Now that the battle was over, they fell silent again, implicitly acknowledging Fang Xing's occupation of this place.
"Humans are also a part of nature, huh... But I was still attending class on the Fledgling Eagle Star not long ago. Now I'm here, playing a battle royale. How exciting!"
...
The courtyard of the high-grade cave abode was spacious, with numerous houses, a garden, a herb garden, an alchemy room, a beast pen, and a basement, among other things...
Moreover, the concentration of spiritual energy here was far superior to that of the other cave abodes.
Fang Xing simply stood in a horse-riding stance and felt his qi and blood surging vigorously. The speed at which he converted it into internal energy was almost twice as fast as it had been at the temporary campsite!
'What a great place. Just the density of spiritual energy here is equivalent to eating half a bowl of spirit rice every day...'
He couldn't help but marvel as he made his way to the basement.
The basement had been turned into a cage, temporarily holding an unconscious late Qi Condensation cultivator.
Fang Xing picked up a flying sword silently.
This was the most valuable loot from this battle—a high-grade first-rank flying sword. Unfortunately, the robe had been damaged in the fight... The sword was about one foot long, or roughly 33 centimeters. Its body was bronze-colored, adorned with ancient cloud patterns. It was double-edged, and the hilt bore the inscription 'Qing Que' in sword script.
"Qing Que Sword... It's a pity that I don't have any magical power to wield it properly. I can only use it as a dagger..."
He complained as he grabbed the late Qi Condensation cultivator's palm and pricked his finger, drawing a drop of blood. He then placed the droplet into a small, white briefcase by his side.
This was a 'Portable Home Medical Kit' he had purchased on the black market.
The portable medical kit ingested the blood and began to operate swiftly.
In less than ten minutes, a detailed medical report was transmitted to Fang Xing.
"As expected of a cultivator, he looks old, but his bodily functions are quite good... Can he really live to be over a hundred? Could it be related to his late Qi Condensation cultivation?"
"However..."
A hint of disappointment crossed Fang Xing's face as he read the report, "There are no unusual physical structures... So, the so-called 'spirit root' isn't a physical entity that can be transplanted, huh..."
He couldn't help but have some fantasies about cultivation.
But this physical examination of a cultivator ruthlessly shattered those fantasies.
"However, this portable medical kit can only treat minor illnesses, and the inspection might not be thorough enough..."
Fang Xing fell into deep thought, "Ideally, I should send this precious specimen to the top medical laboratories of the Blue Star Federation... But obviously, I won't do that."
He raised his hand and a strand of innate true qi, sharp as a sword, pierced the cultivator's brow.
The cultivator let out a hum and woke up.
The first thing he saw was Fang Xing, and he instinctively began to chant a spell.
"Don't get any ideas. I just fed you the 'Immortal Corroding Grass'. Although this herb can be refined into a pill to enhance one's magical powers, it is poisonous and will make it difficult for cultivators to gather their qi. For a Qi Condensation cultivator like you, it will take at least twelve hours to force out the poison!" Fang Xing said coldly.
"It was impudent of me. What does this gentleman want? I will cooperate fully!"
The late Qi Condensation cultivator, whose name was Zhou Tong, looked at Fang Xing with a mix of fear and flattery, quickly kneeling down.
Such was the reality of freelance cultivators in the marketplace.
"Good, a man who can bow down when necessary, that's admirable... What's your name?"
"My name is Zhou Tong."
"Do you know about the Black Market and the Ghost Market?"
...
Fang Xing casually asked for some intelligence, cross-referencing it with what Yu Xia had told him earlier.
Unfortunately, this late Qi Condensation cultivator didn't know any detailed information about the secret realm either, but he was very knowledgeable about the Black Market.
"One last thing, do you remember how many people you've killed?"
Fang Xing's expression was neutral as he asked the final question.
Zhou Tong's expression turned vicious as he realized Fang Xing's murderous intent, "I curse you..."
Swoosh!
A strand of innate true qi descended, and Zhou Tong's breath left him.
"You're not a good person, and I don't leave room for trouble..." Fang Xing shook his head. Judging from Zhou Tong's possessions, he knew this man wasn't simple; he was most likely a cultivator who had taken the path of robbery.
Since he was a cultivator who had taken what he wanted by force, after contributing to the medical cause, he could now die.
Ever since learning about the departure of the Golden Core cultivator, Fang Xing had indeed become much bolder.
After all, with his current martial arts skills and equipment, he could dominate the marketplace.
Even if he encountered a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he would at least have a chance to escape.
Moreover, both Yu Xia and Zhou Tong had mentioned that the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the marketplace were either dead or had left with the Golden Core cultivator, which was why the marketplace was currently in a state of disorder.
...
Several days later.
Underground Cave in the Southeast of the Marketplace.
Fang Xing, clad in black with his face covered, strode into the cave with a large package on his back.
Under the face mask was his naturally fierce-looking face.
Ever since refining his flesh, bones, tendons, and skin, he could now change his appearance at will, becoming tall or short, fat or thin, handsome or ugly as he pleased.
'The Ghost Market I visited before only had low-grade items for trade, mostly daily necessities...'
Thinking of this, he felt helpless.
After reaching the Jade Purity realm, his cultivation progress had slowed down, and in order to find suitable pills and sell his loot, he had to come here again.
This underground cave was naturally formed but seemed to have been modified by cultivators, as there were many entrances.
In the largest cave, strange pearls were embedded in the walls, emitting a soft and cold light.
On the ground, several freelance cultivators had already set up stalls for trading.
Fang Xing walked around and finally stopped at a stall owned by an elderly man with white hair.
This elderly man had a sturdy build and looked vigorous despite his age. Passing cultivators hastened their steps as they saw him, for he was a late Qi Condensation grandmaster.
In the current marketplace without any Foundation Establishment cultivators, he was at the top of the hierarchy.
What caught Fang Xing's interest was a small banner on the old man's stall with the mark of the Fire Refining Sect.
'Looks like the situation arose suddenly, and not all the major merchants have left...'
He thought to himself and then bowed respectfully, "Sir, do you collect demon beast materials, second-hand artifacts, and spirit herbs here?"
The old man looked up at Fang Xing and nodded, "Yes." His words were few and concise.
"Wonderful!"
Fang Xing nodded and opened his package, taking out items one by one and placing them in front of the old man.
When the old man saw the fist gloves and the Qing Que Sword, his expression turned solemn, and he glanced at Fang Xing with curiosity. He then picked up a wolf pelt, "A mid-grade first-tier pelt from a Qing Feng Wolf. I'll offer twenty low-grade spirit stones for it..."
Fang Xing frowned, "That price is a bit low..."
"If it weren't for the recent turmoil in the marketplace, the price would be higher, but for now, this is the best I can offer."
The old man shook his head, his decision firm.
(End of Chapter)
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