"Whoosh!!"
Fang Heng darted forward again, his right hand clenched into a fist, striking out ahead.
"Bang!!"
Another soft sonic boom rang out.
The alien warrior didn’t even see how Fang Heng attacked—his body had already been blasted off the arena by a surge of spiritual energy.
Victory!
Thunderous cheers erupted throughout the arena.
In one area of the spectator stands, two Elven Clan mbers exchanged glances.
"Are we certain it’s him?"
"Yes, the appearance matches completely, and the na is also Fang Heng. He’s a warrior from the Noel Clan."
"Alright. Let’s split up. You report to His Highness imdiately. I’ll gather intelligence on Fang Heng."
"Understood."
In the Noel Clan war zone, a group of warriors stood up to celebrate.
After easily winning two rounds, Fang Heng cupped his fists slightly in Elder ng Hong’s direction from the war zone, then leapt off the arena and turned to head back through the waiting area passage.
At the passage entrance, An Qian was already waiting in advance.
"Mr. Fang Heng, what an excellent match. Congratulations on another victory. Your vehicle is ready. Shall we return to the villa now?"
"Yes, let’s go back."
On the other side, as everyone watched Fang Heng walk away through the passage after the battle, the initial joy of victory was slightly dampened.
So had planned to use the celebration banquet as an opportunity to chat with Fang Heng—maybe even latch onto a valuable connection.
But now, it seed that although this guy was very strong, he wasn’t exactly sociable.
"I won’t be attending the celebration banquet. You all go ahead."
Elder ng Hong, his expression unreadable, gave a simple instruction and left the arena as well.
On the surface he remained calm, but internally, he was rapidly weighing his thoughts.
Today’s match revealed part of Fang Heng’s strength.
The Noel Clan had a serious lack of lee fighters, and Fang Heng’s arrival made up for a significant shortcoming.
After today’s battle, many people would likely want to get close to Fang Heng.
It seed necessary to reconsider the treatnt and benefits he was receiving.
...
Back at the villa.
Fang Heng took a shower and returned to the basent to continue his secluded cultivation.
The breakthrough in alchemy was progressing more slowly than expected.
In the later stages, the efficiency of progress gained through practicing magic arrays had begun to slow down.
No rush—he had free ti anyway, so he’d keep grinding.
By the following afternoon, with the completion of the final alchemy magic array, a ga hint appeared.
[Hint: The player has completed the drawing of an alchemy magic array. Current mission stage complete. The player has advanced to grandmaster-level alchemy.]
Done!
Fang Heng waved his hand, dissipating the magic array etched on the floor, and then stretched out his palm.
"Chi, chi, chi..."
Tiny elental clusters erged from each of his five fingertips.
Fang Heng attempted to fuse the five different elental clusters.
"Bang!"
The five elents instantly annihilated upon contact, releasing a violent shockwave that sent all the zombie clones in the basent flying.
Not bad.
Fang Heng perceived the elental energy after fusion.
Even though it was his alchemy tier that had improved, in terms of direct combat effectiveness, the biggest gains had surprisingly co in elental science.
Even without using an alchemy magic array, his control over elents far surpassed other elental scholars of the sa level.
Next, the next step in alchemy.
Alchemy differed from other disciplines in that mory inheritance could significantly improve skill levels, but there was no concept of "alchemy energy"—so he couldn’t speed up leveling by converting natural energy into qi.
Alchemy was more about control over alchemy magic arrays.
In the past, experience points in alchemy mainly ca from inheritance, studying alchemy books, and drawing magic arrays.
Fang Heng tried commanding two zombie clones to co over and draw a small basic magic array on the ground.
A mont later, the array was complete.
A ga hint appeared on his retina.
[Hint: The player’s zombie clone has completed a small basic magic array (simple, perfect). The player gains 0.2 transcendent alchemy experience points.]
Uh...
It would take tens of millions of experience points to level up once at the grandmaster level in alchemy, and each completion only gave 0.2?
That was too little.
Fang Heng rubbed his temples.
No rush.
Zombie clones were highly efficient at drawing basic magic arrays—several per minute.
Based on the current situation, leveling up grandmaster-level alchemy in a short ti would require three prerequisites:
First, enough zombie clones.
Second, a sufficient supply of materials.
Third, a large enough area.
In terms of materials, he did keep so basic supplies in his backpack, but it wouldn’t even begin to cover the terrifying consumption rate of tens of thousands of zombie clones.
That needed to be arranged.
Fang Heng considered for a mont and called An Qian.
"Mr. Fang Heng, how can I help?"
"I need so basic alchemy materials. Just the standard sets will do. Deliver them to my villa courtyard—I’ll handle the rest. Let’s start with fifty thousand sets. I may need more later."
Huh?
Basic alchemy materials?
An Qian was slightly confused when she heard this.
She understood that Fang Heng needed materials to study alchemy.
But fifty thousand sets at once?
What could he possibly need that many materials for?
She quickly composed herself and nodded, "Alright, Mr. Fang Heng. I’ll place the order right now. The materials will be delivered to your villa within three hours. Please keep an eye out for them."
"Thanks. Much appreciated."
Fang Heng hung up the phone and looked toward Abe Akaya.
The next issue was the shortage of zombie clones.
Previously, when Abe Akaya tried to open a teleportation passage, it had been obstructed by so unknown force.
Forcing it open would cause strong fluctuations.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Fang Heng had temporarily stopped using teleportation.
But now that wasn’t going to cut it.
As his cultivation progressed, the shortage of zombie clones was becoming a bottleneck. His leveling efficiency was lagging behind.
If he wanted to maintain a high-speed cultivation rate, he needed to figure out a way to get more zombie clones over here.
After all, quantitative change was the path to qualitative change.
"I’ll need to take a risk."
Fang Heng muttered to himself, glanced at Abe Akaya’s magic array, and opened his phone to search the Seven Realms Martial Capital’s city map, studying it carefully.
"Hm... the spawns’ area, huh..."
...
Three hours later.
The alchemy materials ordered by An Qian were unloaded one crate after another from the truck, piling up and filling the entire villa courtyard.
That many?
The truck was still offloading boxes.
Fang Heng was a little stunned. He stepped forward and frowned slightly.
The materials provided by An Qian were all high-grade and very well packaged.
Fang Heng really wanted to say he didn’t need anything fancy—just give him the rawest materials.
After all, zombie clones weren’t picky.
Oh well. Since they were already here.
Fang Heng gestured for the workers to place the crates in the villa’s backyard. He then returned to his room, entered soul-body form, and moved toward the area of the city under the control of the spawns.
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