Chapter Two Hundred and Nine Ma Fan (2/2)

Hiss-crack!

A golden figure appeared in front of him out of thin air, the speed so quick that he didn’t even manage to see the person’s features.

Troublesome!

His feet changed direction and ran in another direction!

Hiss-crack!

Another golden figure appeared in front of him.

Trouble … …

At the same time, a hiss-crack sounded behind him!

“I surrender!” He raised both of his hands.

However, the other clearly did not pay attention to him. His neck hurt, his vision darkened, and then he was unconscious.

———

When he opened his eyes again, he released a breath. He hadn’t died. However, when he completely opened his eyes, his heart went back up again – a gold fighter!

He suddenly remembered what had happened before he was unconscious.

This was really troublesome now!

He finally managed to see what the golden people looked like. Their entire body was covered in golden scale armor. Under the sun, the dense golden scales rippled with golden light. The eyes under the golden scale armor were cold and murderous. Ma Fen did not doubt that if he dared to make a wrong move, the golden scale warriors would use that exaggeratedly large flame red broadsword to slice off his head.

Wait, Heavens!

His eyes blanked for an extremely short moment.

Flames surrounded the exaggerated red broadsword. The golden scaled warriors had thrust the sword into the ground. The soil around the tip of the sword slowly became black. Fourth-grade! This was a fourth-grade broadsword!

Ma Fan had worked alone for so long. From this experience, he had developed a great understanding of the market for these kinds of things.Naturally had his own methods for judging talismans.

This broadsword was not ordinary. This was not what shocked him . Even if there was the addition of the golden scaled armor that looked to have high defense power, he wouldn’t feel shocked.

What shocked him was what was on the three … …

No wonder they could catch up to him. The Thunder Flowing Light Wings, one of the most famous fourth-grade flying talismans that could be brought on the market. It had appeared countless times in his dreams. If he had theThunder Flowing Light Wings, if they were added to his illusory movement method. Oh, he had the confidence he could escape from any xiuzhe under jindan!

His eyes flashed across the hands resting on the hilt of the sword. A light blue pair of gloves embroidered with a little elephant. Ten Thousand Appearances Gloves! The best love of body xiu. If you had those, you could tear animals apart with your bare hands. His thoughts wandered. A moment later, he remembered the crashes that had come behind him before he had become unconscious.

To have been smashed by a guy wearing Ten Thousand Appearances Gloves … …

He shook and woke up.

But when his eyes flashed across the snake pupil that was so cold and emotionless on the belt that the golden scaled warriors were wearing, his body uncontrollably tensed again!

Snake Pupil Belt!

… …

His eyes unconsciously landed on the pair of feet closest to him. The slightly delicate boots were slightly strange being paired with the glittering golden armor. But, when Ma Fan’s gaze landed on the little sword on the shoes and the Big Dipper surrounding it, he only had one thought in his head

––It really was troublesome now!

“Don’t just look. Just sit up.”

A very young voice came from behind him. He hurriedly rolled up.

He saw an expressionless face. It really was expressionless. The entire face seemed to be paralyzed. He had never seen such a strange face before. The thin body, with this wooden face, it looked like a zombie. However, this “zombie” was covered in valuable talismans. Ma Fan instantly woke up. He had heard before that many elders would have all kinds of strange habits and preferences.

But the young xiuzhe next to the “zombie” was quite delicate, a slight smile on his face. He looked very friendly.

“What are you called?” The zombie opened.

“Ma Fan.”

“As in troublesome?”

Having expected the other’s response, Ma Fan hurriedly explained, “Ma as in sesame, fan for ordinary.”

“Oh,” The zombie slightly paused. “Why are you guys fighting?”

Zuo Mo pretended to be profound.

“Elder, they want to steal our ling grains.” Ma Fan didn’t dare to conceal.

“Ling grains?” Zuo Mo was very surprised. He had made his living from farming ling grains for several years but had never heard people fighting over ling grains.

“Yes.” Ma Fan perceptively detected the disbelief in Zuo Mo’s voice and explained, “Elder may not know. After the yao army passed through, for some reason, the ling energy in the jie has gradually decreased. Not only has cultivation has become difficult to progress, but after a period of time, our stages may actually go down.”

Zuo Mo hurriedly channeled his ling power and found that it was as Ma Fan had said. The surrounding ling energy was very thin. He had the mo matrix which would automatically take in ling energy from the surroundings which was why did he had not detected it. Also, Gongsun Cha was obsessed with War Chess and Chun Yu Cheng with his animals, the Golden Armor Guards did not need to cultivate, so their procession had not discovered the change in the ling energy.

Zuo Mo suddenly shuddered in shock.

Translator Ramblings: Ma Fan (麻凡) is very similar to the Chinese term for trouble. Fang Xiang seemed really fond of this pun in this chapter.

Little Mountain Jie is a small jie and so is Sky Moon. There are intermediate sized jie and large ones like Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie. Zuo Mo is on a whole new map but he is still in the beginner stage. Some also call this part of the story one of the best parts … … not my personal favorite … …

I really marvel at how short World of Cultivation really is compared to a lot of the stories going on at the moment. Some stories might take 1-5 years depending on how fast a person writes. In terms of sheer productivity, Chinese web-novel writers are pretty crazy, especially those who do it part-time. There are hundreds of people churning out novels more than hundreds of thousands of characters every year, but part of it are writing differences. Chinese authors narrate and describe using more adjectives and idioms than English writers. Something that means shocked can be a four-character term and all of this adds up. In this story, I’m going to get sick of translating how soft, feminine, shy and bashful Gongsun Cha’s face is.