Fang Che had not expected that an unintentional action would yield such fruitful results.
Previously, Bao Feiyu ntioned Wan Ling Zhi Forest, but was interrupted by Li Changkong.
Wan Ling Zhi Forest was vast, where could he even begin to search?
However, Fang Che understood that after Li Changkong’s interjection, there was absolutely no hope of getting any information from Bao Feiyu.
Thus, his only option was to consult the archives.
Unexpectedly, the old man in the Dian Ji Building turned out to be so knowledgeable.
This was indeed a pleasant surprise.
Now, at least he had a target.
In his past life, he was a loose cultivator, skilled in cultivation but his knowledge was fragnted at best.
Daily risking his life in Jianghu, boasting about the extraordinary and the strange hardly provided systematic learning opportunities.
It was only upon entering the Baiyun Martial Academy that he learned about Martial Arts, about the world, about many legends... the breadth was as vast as the sea.
His knowledge from his previous life was overwheld and scattered.
For example, the Golden Horned Flood Dragon, he had thought of using it in his past life, but only now did he realize that it wasn’t sothing he could use just by possessing it.
Without providing it a habitat, it was not feasible.
And such habitats were rare to find.
Fang Che felt a bit relieved, lucky that he had not brought the Golden Horned Flood Dragon out, otherwise, it would have disappeared by now.
He knew where the Divine Attribute tal might be, but Fang Che would not act rashly.
With his current level of cultivation, he would not even realize how he had died.
His daily cultivation was now routine, the Blood Spirit Seven Swords, completely mastered, Flying Heaven Saber Technique, mastered thoroughly, and the Heart Plucking Thirteen Styles of the Divine Monkey equally ingrained in his mory.
The Bingche Spirit Platform had completed the first level of entry, and, using Martial Arts Academy and Yixin Sect’s Divine Sense Elixir, had pushed it to mid-stage.
But Phantom Bones, Shifting Forms was difficult, currently he had barely reached the entry of the first level.
Blood Burning Skill, he had now learned.
However, Infinite Scripture was still at an elentary stage.
Not even reaching the first level.
Every day he absorbed Spiritual Energy, which seed to fill a bottomless pit.
Sword, Spear, Saber, Halberd, he was practicing all, slowly becoming familiar with various combat skills.
The basic techniques were all becoming increasingly refined.
But as of now, his deepest training was with the spear, every night he would develop an emotional bond with it.
"Sense every inch of your innate weapon’s material, familiarize with every aspect of its structure. No matter how unresponsive your innate weapon is, first cultivate your own affinity for it. Only when you see your weapon and instinctively feel it alive, capable of communication and trust, will it possibly respond to you."
Fang Che knew this principle well.
A knife, if regarded rely as a cold knife, will forever remain just that; but if seen as a partner, over ti, a magical connection naturally develops.
Even if it’s a form of self-hypnosis, the usage feels distinctly different from others.
Currently, Fang Che’s spear was made of mortal iron and steel.
But that didn’t hinder him from seeking the feeling, nor did it stop him from genuinely liking it.
Then there were various teachings at the Martial Arts Academy and the guidance from different instructors, each one greatly benefiting Fang Che.
Nightti.
He ceased cultivating and slowly gathered the Primordial Spirit Qi into his Dantian.
Fang Che gently exhaled a white stream like a dragon, extending only about ten feet, thick and dense.
His ridians vibrated, a blockade abruptly cleared.
Cultivation surged like a tidal wave throughout his body, cycling through and returning to the Dantian.
"Martial Artist second level breakthrough."
Relishing the freshly achieved breakthrough’s sensation, the powerful continuous flow of vitality in his ridians felt like the endless currents of the Yangtze River.
Fang Che deeply enjoyed this.
The most enjoyable mont for a martial artist was right then.
The instant any level was freshly broken through.
It was the most exhilarating— the novelty, the sense of strength, the unassailable confidence that surged; all stemd from this mont.
Unfortunately, this sense of breakthrough would normalize in less than half an hour.
Just when he was about to rest, sothing felt off.
It was the end of sumr, beginning of autumn.
In the academy, Fang Che had planted grass near the walls all around and surrounding the house front and back, all unattended.
Under normal circumstances, this ti of year, the chirping of autumn insects would be constant, with various crickets, centipedes, and other insects actively buzzing in the grass at night.
Old Jianghu knew that resting among these harmonious natural sounds at night was safest.
Thus, this too was a deliberate arrangent by Fang Che.
However, now, he distinctly sensed that the symphony of insect calls was slightly off.
It seed that on the left side of the backyard, there was no noise at all?
aning, while the other directions were normal, here... it was dead silent.
There was only one possibility.
Enemies were approaching!
These timid autumn insects would only silence themselves when disturbed.
Fang Che imdiately took out the Soul Devouring Fragrance and lit it, then extinguished the lamp, climbed into bed, with a thud threw the shoes to the floor, lifted the blanket, placing a previously prepared dummy down at the sa ti.
Fang Che entered a hidden compartnt beside the bed.
One hand silently placed the burning Soul Devouring Fragrance beneath the bed.
This ti, both ends of the Soul Devouring Fragrance were lit, instantly filling the room with its potency.
...
In the backyard, two figures crouched extrely cautiously along the wall top.
Observing the now silent house, caution filled their eyes.
They communicated silently.
"Last ti the three of them missed their shot, it was said that Fang Che’s master happened to be there. This ti, he must not be around anymore, right?"
"Having checked for two days, entering and exiting, we have only seen Fang Che and his maid. No one else. He should not be around."
The two communicated through transmitted voices, further confirming the situation.
Both were from the Huo Family.
The Huo Family had never imagined that to assassinate a re first-year student of the Baiyun Martial Academy, they would end up implicating three Martial Arts Grandmasters!
Died an unnatural death!
And now, Huo Churan had gone mad.
If Fang Che was not dead, he could find no peace!
The Huo Family had already received a warning from the Baiyun Martial Academy. Besides various apologies, they had also paid a significant amount of wealth and made assurances.
Thus, this second operation was sowhat reluctant.
If discovered again, this would not be settled by re compensation.
Therefore, this ti, success was the only option; failure was not permitted. Hence, they simply deployed two Innate Grandmasters.
An overwhelming force.
Fang Che must die!
After monitoring for two days, it was confird that there were indeed only Fang Che and a little maid.
As they were about to act, the two confird everything once more.
"Together! Kill him and leave quickly!"
Then, they took action.
Whoosh!
...
In the early morning hours.
Qian Sanjiang, with a mournful expression, sent a ssage to the Yin Shen Palace.
"Reporting to the Sect Hierarch, the Huo Family has sent two Innate Grandmasters to assassinate Yemo again, and Yemo poisoned them to death, then cut off their heads... I still had no opportunity to act."
This ti, the Yin Shen Palace replied: "It’s poison again?"
"Still poison."
"How many experts does the Huo Family have?"
"An eighth level family, five Innate Grandmasters, twelve ordinary Martial Artists, and it is said there’s a General Level old ancestor, but he has never appeared."
The Yin Shen Palace considered for a mont, then replied, "Then the Huo Family probably won’t do anything else. Next up, it’s likely going to be the San Sheng Sect. Be cautious."
"I understand."
Yin Shen Palace set down the Communication Jade and said to Mu Lin Yuan, "The San Sheng Sect and the Heavenly God Sect are probably about to make their moves; Yemo’s chance to prove himself is likely coming soon."
Mu Lin Yuan said, "I just hope Qian Sanjiang can be more cautious and not slip up."
"It shouldn’t be a problem; Yemo is just a Late Stage Grandmaster level. Even if those two sects make a move, they will at most deploy soone at General Level. If Qian Sanjiang, an Emperor Level as protector, still encounters problems, then there’s no need to say anymore. Might as well find a tofu block and bash his head against it and die."
"What the Sect Hierarch says is true."
"It seems we don’t need to make arrangents for him; the trouble he’s brought upon himself is enough for him to establish his achievents," Yin Shen Palace said with a smile masquerading as a sneer.
"Hahaha..."
Mu Lin Yuan could not help but laugh heartily.
Indeed it was so; according to this trend, Mu Lin Yuan did not doubt that the San Sheng Sect and the Heavenly God Sect would deploy high-level figures to kill Fang Che.
"This kid really has a knack for causing trouble. He also truly does not know the aning of the word ’death’."
Mu Lin Yuan sighed.
Yin Shen Palace also nodded deeply and said, "Old Mu, have you noticed? This kid is genuinely ruthless. At least, even at his level, I could not have been this cruel and malicious!"
Mu Lin Yuan chuckled and said, "Sect Hierarch, to be honest, if such a person were an enemy, I, as an Emperor Level, would feel constantly uneasy and would act personally to nip him in the bud as soon as possible."
"Too terrifying. But, fortunately, this kid is not an enemy."
Mu Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "But, looking at it from the perspective of him being one of our own, I feel... truly aweso."
Yin Shen Palace snorted, "Keep speaking well of him."
Pausing thoughtfully, he said, "But this kind of behavior really isn’t the style of the Guardians."
Mu Lin Yuan suddenly felt a shiver, "Sect Hierarch, are you still doubtful of him..."
Yin Shen Palace smiled, "At this point, we’re pretty sure he isn’t one. Old Mu, Yemo is naturally soone we unearthed ourselves, but entering the Martial Academy, we must also guard against him being turned by the enemy and using their plans against them. Although he has the Five Spirits Gu in his body and the likelihood of being turned is very small, we still need to consider it."
He patted Mu Lin Yuan’s shoulder and said, "But I’m just guarding against the possibility and not really suspecting him. Otherwise, where would this kid still be alive?"
Mu Lin Yuan felt relief and nodded thoughtfully; it made sense.
With the temperant of the Sect Hierarch, even a slight suspicion would lead to killing.
It must have just been a consideration of the possibility.
...
The next day.
As Instructor Liu was teaching Class 11, the sound of knocking startled him, boding ill.
The door opened.
It was Fang Che standing at the entrance.
Like the previous ti, he was holding a bundle.
Blood was still dripping from below the bundle.
Drip, drip...
The floor quickly beca stained, a strong sll of blood in the air.
"I, damn it..."
Instructor Liu imdiately felt a headache coming on.
Instinctively, he turned to look at Huo Churan.
The whole class reacted the sa: they all turned to look at Huo Churan cui.
Huo Churan’s face turned deathly pale.
Even his lips trembled a little.
He stood up unconsciously, his eyes fixated on Fang Che, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is... is your master still here?"
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