Chapter 479 - Southern Land Attacked (1/2)

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Rabbit who kept suffering and cultivating together with a certain person felt a little awed. Apparently, when they tackled sword arrays at the start, Fatty was a weakling who couldn’t even pass through the first level and whose loud screams from being chased by the sword qi in the array could be heard over all ten arrays. Just a few years ago, he had secretly pitied this Brother Fatty, because when his own cultivation was increasing very quickly under Great Immortal Lonemoon’s forced trainings while he stayed at the same level the whole time. Rabbit thought it was too pitiful.

When Rabbit rose to ninth grade, Fatty was in a low-level sword array; when it was at tenth grade, he was in a low-level sword array; when it reached the eleventh grade, he was… was still in a low-level sword array. At first, he thought that this Brother Fatty really had no talent for cultivation and would probably spend his whole life fighting for his life in sword arrays. Yet when he came out of the sword arrays, events suddenly took a huge turn.

When Fatty studied mental cultivation, Rabbit was at eleventh grade; when he studied talisman cultivation, Rabbit was still at eleventh grade; when he studied elixir cultivation, Rabbit was still… still at eleventh grade. Finally, there came one day when he woke up in the morning and realized that Fatty actually became a Soul Formation cultivation somehow. The aura on him was so strong that he even felt a bit hard to breathe.

Rabbit even doubted that he was under some spell, such that he slept through such a big matter. Otherwise, why did Brother Fatty go through a great leap over the night, when he not only didn’t notice it at all but didn’t even hear the sounds of tribulation lightning?

In a mere several years, Brother Fatty had mastered all four skills of elixirs, talismans, arrays and Dharma artifacts, and all five mental cultivation of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire and Earth. Besides, in every one of them he was top notch in the entire cultivators’ world.

As a lower realm cultivator, Fatty had pretty much nothing left to learn besides sword dharma. Above his level, there was only immortal cultivation. Rabbit felt that he was shocked.

Fortunately, however great he was, he still lived under the shadow of Great Immortal Lonemoon. Thinking about this, he suddenly felt alright!

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Therefore, when Fatty could finally graduate, Father Niu arranged for the first graduation exam: to make a hundred spirit swords, to repay his debt!

He simply had to make up for those flying swords that he wasted early on! Oh yeah, all the materials for practicing when Fatty was learning about elixirs, talismans, arrays and dharma artifacts were all billed, so that they could be paid later on as a study loan of sorts.

It was under such conditions of negative assets that Fatty managed to turn, with only several years of cultivation, from a fat man of more than 100 kilos, to… a big fat man of more than 150 kilos!

Lonemoon: “…”

Yi Qing: “…”

Shen Ying: “…”

That’s right, he got even fatter! At the beginning, he already looked like a ball. Ever since he ascended to Soul Formation, he directly upgraded into a hot-air balloon, except it could not be blown away by wind. Even Lonemoon couldn’t understand, that with him being under grain liberation for all these years, only eating several carrots from rabbit in the early stage, but not even drinking much water in the later stage, how did he manage to inflate himself?

Perhaps because Lonemoon gave too much homework, even Fatty’s speed of weapon refinement achieved a substantial leap. Besides, flying swords, unlike dharma artifacts, were easy to make even if one’s cultivation level was high. Therefore, his progress was fast.

It was a pity that before Fatty had finished his homework, someone came to his door first.

A loud bang was suddenly heard, breaking the silence in the Southern Land. Immediately, many light rays of spells shone from the direction of the spirit river, bringing with it a series of thundering sounds. Vaguely, a few familiar auras came with it.

Fatty was working hard on weapon refinement. His hand shook, and his face darkened. He turned to look out of the room, and the flying sword which was about to form in his hand suddenly broke, becoming a wasted piece of steel. “Master, just now that was…”

“Yup.” Lonemoon frowned. He looked down at the broken sword on the ground, and then silently, he took up his calligraphy to add a line on his small notebook. “Ten spirit stones for the material of this sword.