1015 Ranking (2/2)
After tearing the robe open, a piece of golden silk flew out. ”Hmm, something hidden so carefully in the robes must be valuable. Perhaps it's his cultivation technique?”
Fang Yuan did not give it much thought and put the golden silk in his clothes.
”Xu'er, I didn't expect you to have reached such a level already!”
Fang Tianhan walked over, his face full of surprise. He had watched Fang Yuan break through to the perfection stage before his very eyes, but Fang Yuan was unexpectedly so powerful that he defeated and killed Sun Yan.
”It's nothing. Let's return!”
Fang Yuan shook his head, not thinking that he had done anything remarkable.
…
A month later, the Noble Mountain Sect.
”The latest issue of the Martial Roll is out!” Zhang Long handed a report to Fang Yuan respectfully. ”Young Master, you're now ranked thirteenth!”
”Oh?” Fang Yuan took the report.
”Martial Roll thirteenth: The Noble Mountain Sect's Young Sect Master Fang Xu. Defeated and killed Poison Fire Demon Lord Sun Yan while simultaneously forcing the Demon Sect's Blood-Snake Sword Master to retreat. Skilled in palm and sword techniques. His Cold Intent is even stronger than his father's. Alias 'Drizzle Sword'!”
”It's just a small matter. I have already told you, don't bother me unless something earthshaking happens!”
Fang Yuan sent Zhang Long away and took out the piece of golden silk. ”I wanted to obtain the Poison Fire Demon Lord's cultivation technique, but unfortunately, it's this secret technique, Primordial Devouring Secret Art. Haha… what use do I have for swallowing so much heterogeneous inner force?”
He had hoped to obtain Sun Yan's secret manual, not for cultivating but for learning the intent within.
In this peculiar world, the more intents he learned, the higher the chance he had of comprehending its nomological rules and finding its flaws.
Other than that, everything else was merely an illusion.
”Although I can try comprehending them by myself, it'd definitely be much slower than studying secret manuals… Too bad the secret manuals that come with Martial Dao True Intents are all sect treasures of the top sects and extremely difficult to obtain!”
Fang Yuan sighed. Suddenly, his eyes became absent-minded.
In his sea of consciousness, a hexagonal snowflake fell. Its points extended and suddenly turned real.
…
Great River Alliance.
”What? That Fang Xu is at Connate perfection, and he even killed Sun Yan?”
Ling Xian'er's mouth opened into a circle, her face full of disbelief.
”What's the matter? Daughter, are you regretting now?”
Xuan Tianzi looked at this situation with great interest.
”No… his character is bad. No matter how skilled he is, he is nothing but trouble!” Ling Xian'er gazed into the distance.
Below, Wang Tianming was training hard.
This person was gifted as well. After being taken in by Xuan Tianzi, he had broken through to the Connate realm in a matter of days and had unlimited potential.
However, compared to Fang Xu, he paled in comparison.
”What should we do? Big Brother Tianming arranged to fight that bad guy in three years.” Ling Xian'er's eyes were full of anxiety. ”Daddy, hurry up and think of something…”
”I-I can't even defeat Sun Yan, so what could I possibly come up with…” Xuan Tianzi stroked his beard, and his expression turned somewhat mysterious. ”However, this reckless disciple of mine has a chance. Although his previous martial arts were rather basic, they had strong fundamentals and secrets hidden within. It's obvious that an expert had taught him… I've investigated many sources and confirmed that the traveling Daoist that taught him is the Drunken Daoist!”
”The Drunken Daoist, the one with the motto, carefree journey without looking back, everything is in meat and wine?”
Ling Xian'er's eyes brightened. ”This senior is ranked fourth on the Martial Roll. Moreover, unlike the top three, he's the only one who's an itinerant martial artist. If he had had a better background, he could have possibly competed with the Heavenly Sword Sect Master, the Demon Emperor, and the Divine Monk.”
The Drunken Daoist was the idol of all itinerant martial artists.
”That's right!” Xuan Tianzi obviously understood more than Ling Xian'er. ”It's a pity that Tianming's luck wasn't quite enough and didn't establish a master-disciple relationship with the Drunken Daoist. Otherwise, with his backing, what could a mere Noble Mountain Sect do?”
Although all of them were Martial Roll experts, the God-tier top ten were on a totally different level compared to those below them.
”But… Daddy, you've already taken him as an in-name disciple…”
Ling Xian'er's eyes gleamed, then she suddenly clapped her hands while smiling. ”It seems like there isn't any rule that says you can't have more than one master!”
”My daughter, you're helping an outsider at my expense…”
Xuan Tianzi wanted to continue joking, but his expression suddenly changed. He looked at the ceiling. ”Since you've come here, don't hide. Show yourself!”
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a giant hole opened in the ceiling. A man in black clothes slowly floated down like a catkin.
”Xuan Tianzi? Hand over the 'Xuan Tian Secret Manual', and I'll spare you!”
The voice was strange, sounding old yet young. Ling Xian'er felt her chest tighten, wanting to vomit blood upon merely hearing it.
”You want the Great River Alliance's treasured manual?” Xuan Tianzi was shocked and furious. ”Dream on! Eighteen Cloud Pushing Hand!”
As he shouted angrily, his hands extended, churning winds and stirring clouds, elegant and unrestrained.
At the same time, a gentle force enveloped Ling Xian'er and retreated from the battlefield.
”Too bad… it's useless!”
The black-clothed man simply raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and punched downward.
Rumble!
The loft exploded, and Xuan Tianzi's expression turned pale. ”God…”