But after one night, Fang Yu quickly drew a conclusion.
"Basically, there's no change."
Qi is like clouds and fog in the air.
But unlike clouds and fog, which will change when you fan them vigorously,
Qi can only be sensed, not touched.
It's as if it exists in a different dinsion; when your hand slaps through it, it just passes right through and you can't feel anything.
Since you can't even touch it, how can you talk about absorbing and controlling it? Let alone using it to injure an enemy.
Fang Yu researched all night and his originally full spirit beca exhausted, comparable to staying up for three straight days and nights in reality.
"This thing really drains one ntally, even more strenuous than when I'm practicing the Primordial Body Technique."
"Speaking of Yuan Hongxin, it's really sothing. He exploded a bunch of odd notes, but left very few Cultivation Techniques behind. Those few ultimate Qi moves, he didn't leave any secret techniques for cultivating them."
"Could those broken notes be more important than the secret techniques? Isn't he afraid of the Cultivation Techniques being lost? He's a Hall Master after all; you'd think he'd be focused on how to pass on his martial arts for eternity, that's the way to go!"
Fang Yu thought of the grandmasters in TV dramas, who all saw the transmission of Cultivation Techniques as of utmost importance.
Yet Yuan Hongxin is the opposite, hiding all these useless records in his secret chamber, along with so data that makes no sense. After flipping through them for ages, not a single decent Cultivation Technique could be found, as if creating the Primordial Body Technique drained all his talent, leaving nothing more to be squeezed out.
If only Yuan Hongxin dropped more Gold Coins, I wouldn't have to be so tired now.
Rubbing his temples in frustration, Fang Yu opened the attributes panel, took a glance, and then exited the ga.
[Na: Diao Deyi.]
[Realm: Initial stage of Tree Realm.]
[Demon Bloodline: Green Demon Blood [Dried-tier Initial stage], Demonization.]
[Demonization: 0%.]
[Life: 34927/34927.]
[Physique: 158.]
[Spirit: 79.2.]
[Human-level skill: Digital Life.]
[Budding-level Tree Realm skill: Primordial Solid Foundation Technique [Basic understanding] , Primordial Phantom White Kick [Basic understanding] , Primordial Heart Protection Bone [Basic understanding] , Primordial Upright Hamrhead [Basic understanding] , Primordial Two-Zero Sword [Basic understanding].]
[Seedling-level Advanced skill: None.]
[Seedling-level Interdiate skill: None.]
[Seedling-level Beginner skill: Spring Bud Skill [Basic understanding] , Rooting into Soil [Basic understanding] .]
[Flower-level Advanced skill: Wooden Zither Blade Technique [Perfected].]
[Flower-level Interdiate skill: Ice Blood Storm [Basic understanding] .]
[Flower-level Beginner skill: Moistening Eyes [Basic understanding] , Great Kun's Belly [Basic understanding] , Two-Heart Lock [Basic understanding] .]
[Attribute points: 2.]
...
Opening his eyes, Fang Yu took off his helt and started to freshen up, fully reinvigorated.
In the ga, the character might be exhausted, but in reality, he had an excellent quality of sleep because of the helt.
After a quick wash, Fang Yu started cooking noodles swiftly.
Ever since he got a stable job in the Foolish Underworld, his financial resources began to resemble those of a civil servant, with a salary calculated monthly.
Cracking his fingers, he could even calculate how much he earned per day just by lying in the sun at the Foolish Underworld.
If he had so spare ti, he could also shake down various shops for so extra benefits.
However, his elder sister didn't approve of such behavior, and Fang Yu himself was too busy with daily tasks, so he rarely did such things. But he had heard colleagues casually ntion that the lower-ranking officials of Thousand Households and Hundred Households would do it, only restraining themselves when oversight was strict.
Another source of inco for Fang Yu was the gifts he received every few days.
Fang Yu never kept a tab; all the items were collected by his second sister, but if needed, selling them off could bring a sizable fortune.
It wasn't that Fang Yu had made a na for himself through his position as an inspector, but rather because his title as the God of Killing in the Prison was too notorious.
Anyone with friends or relatives thrown into the Prison would seek him out first to pay their respects.
If they couldn't et him in person, gifts had to be sent over; otherwise, it would be tragic if their friends or family died unjustly in the Prison.
Unfortunately, Fang Yu killed in the Prison only based on profit. If he lacked experience points today or health points tomorrow, whether it was people or demons that misfortune befell first entirely depended on what Fang Yu was lacking.
Previously, he had reached his limit with Evil Qi and couldn't deal with it, so he put it aside.
Now, though, he could again look for opportunities to stroll through the Prison every day.
However, these were leisure activities. The current priority was to increase his strength and deal with those coveting his mansion.
While the pot was on the stove boiling noodles, Fang Yu opened his computer to skim the gaming forums.
First was the familiar hopage of hot threads.
Unlike over a month ago when the ga first launched, filled with a flourish of technical posts, the forums' hot threads were now mostly about guild grudges and so live stream record posts, with only one called "Complete Newbie Tutorial" standing out as a particularly conspicuous thread among the weird array of hot threads.
Fang Yu clicked on the thread, and the first thing that caught his eye was a striking line.
"As the night darkens and Seeking Demon slays, the key to a newbie's survival is to be able to act."
Just this single line imdiately piqued Fang Yu's interest.
Don't assu Fang Yu doesn't interact much with players on an ordinary basis; that's due to the circles he moves in.
What kind of place is the Foolish Underworld? The players who can mix in here are already one in ten thousand.
For Hundred Households and ordinary NPCs, it takes years to slowly climb up.
And the Yangshen Hall is basically not sothing ordinary players can step into at this stage.
Fang Yu also knew his limitations; without a stroke of luck, he would probably still be doing mundane chores under Li Qianxuan by now.
Furthermore, there are demons in the ga, and being identified as a demon by NPCs ans a grim fate awaits.
Therefore, the survival rate for newbies isn't high, and only those who can slowly make their way will gradually erge.
Take Tianyuan Town for example; based on the news Fang Yu heard, there's a player-ford guild that has already taken over the Xuan family of a small clan and occupied their nest.
As for how this guild has developed lately, Fang Yu has no clue.
He used to exchange money with players a while back, but after accumulating more money in his bank account, he reduced the frequency of his visits.
Because he realized that, although the ga's gold price fluctuates, it's quite stable overall and even shows an upward trend. It indicates that more and more players are entering the ga, which is a testant to its growing reputation.
Barring any major upsets, more and more players will only join, which ans Fang Yu's in-ga assets are set to appreciate steadily.
Continuing to read the "Complete Newbie Tutorial," it was mostly very basic content teaching new players how to quickly understand their character identities, develop around those identities, and quickly grasp ga chanics.
Fang Yu had no interest in these contents, but it's evident that new players are desperate for them, experiencing epiphanies and leaving comnts to thank the 'gods' for their guidance.
Fang Yu isn't sure about other parts of the ga.
But in Tianyuan Town, after the initial chaos of the free-for-all, players have died in droves.
The ones who are still alive are basically settled and have integrated into Tianyuan Town.
Still, the world always welcos newcors; hence Tianyuan Town remains lively, with extraordinary people erging. The only difference is that NPCs seem to handle things more maturely. Though the end result isn't much different—quick as the swing of a sword, a head falls to the ground.
Shaking his head slightly, Fang Yu decided not to delve deeper. On the forums, he was more interested in whether any players had a stroke of luck, the overall strength of the community, and the level of power reached by those fortunate players.
But after flipping through a few threads he had previously bookmarked, those intriguing threads had already ceased updating.
So had their characters killed by internal Sect disputes, others were killed by demons on external missions, and still others just stopped updating suddenly.
New threads about fortuitous encounters did erge but were only budding, with the authors boastfully sharing their newfound adventures, far too weak compared to Fang Yu's own strength.
Returning to the kitchen to add so washed vegetables and an egg, and after waiting for a bit, Fang Yu took the cooked noodles to his computer desk. Slurping away, he continued browsing through the threads.
Suddenly, a keyword caught his attention.
"Got a [Flowers Banquet] ticket, guys, today I'm going to show you the legendary [Black Withered Saint Sect]!"
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