Chapter 283: Imperial Martial Tournament – Part 2 (2/2)
Lu Fengxian's mood became foul when he thought of what Ding Bu had gone through.
'Ding Bu's brothers and his father are scums. Well, I'll avenge you since you gave me your body. I also need their resources for my cultivation future.'
Lu Fengxian climbed out of the pit, swearing that he would avenge Ding Bu.
After he had gotten out, he barged into the nearest abandoned shack, which seemed abandoned.
Lu Fengxian sat cross-legged and stared at the tiny bead in his hand. Then, he tossed it in his mouth and began using his old technique.
'Blood is metal and water. Blood contains heat and electricity. With breath and wind, the blood shall be purified. With my Qi and my will, five elements shall unite as one…'
…
A day later, Lu Fengxian dispelled all poison within his current body, including his bodily impurity. His cultivation base sharply rose to level 10 of 3rd-stage.
With a proper cultivation technique and a bit of Qi, refining his bone marrow, forming a dantian, and opening meridian channels was as simple and breathing.
What every youth tried to learn for years could be completed within a day in the hands of Lu Fengxian!
Currently, he was at the same level as common rich young masters, and he could defeat any 4th-stage cultivator or weaker opponents with ease.
Yet, Lu Fengxian wasn't satisfied. He needed more cultivation resources if he wanted to get back to his former strength.
'This body is still too weak. Refined stones and spirit stones won't be enough. I need something like an elemental fruit, element crystals, or essence cores.'
Lu Fengxian discarded his dirty clothes and strolled toward a well, which was located at the center of the suburb.
As he was walking, several local peasants gazed at him and his dirty body. They stared at him for a moment before they averted their eyes in fear.
Most of the local peasants were commoners. Even the strongest men among them were merely muscle tampering martial artists.
This was a harsh world to live in, so people without strength were usually bullied by the strong.
Thus, a strange cultivator who had dried blood on his dirty body terrified them. They didn't dare to offend Lu Fengxian.
Lu Fengxian felt bad that his presence scared the innocent townsmen. He hurried to the well and clean himself, planning to leave this place as soon as possible.
After Lu Fengxian had finished a bath, he stole worn pants and a ragged shirt that had been abandoned and put them on before he walked toward the city.
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While Lu Fengxian had been walking toward the Ding Clan while he was thinking what he should do with Ding Bu's brothers, the corner of his eyes spotted a public bulletin board of Red Sun City. Curious about his surroundings and landscape, he stopped to read the announcements and the posters on the board to gather information.
Then, he found something interesting.
[Imperial Martial Tournament]
Lu Fengxian's eyes brightened as he liked competition. He read the rules and the detail three times, so he wouldn't miss a single detail.
'Bone age under 20? 10,000 essence cores? What kind of low-tier tournament is this? Well, since this is a cheap-ass tournament, this will probably be a walk in the park if I join! Thanks for the essence cores in advance, suckers!'
Lu Fengxian used to grow up from the holy land, and the low-tier tournament's winners usually receive 100,000 spirit crystals, which was another form of currency, equal to essence cores.
A tournament that gave out only 10,000 essence cores as the winner's prize bored Lu Fengxian. Still, he didn't have any other source of income at the moment, so he couldn't complain.
The former immortal sneered. He started asking around for a direction toward the registration area, so he could join the competition and get the cultivation resources.
…
Getting to the registration area was not easy.
Lu Fengxian came across so many hoodlums who used to bully Ding Bu. It took him a while to slaughter them and threw them to the pit, returning the favor.
He was happy that he had run into them as he got so many useful items, pills, and spirit stones from their spatial rings. They even had brand new sets of clothes.
Currently, Lu Fengxian wore clean blue robes and a low-grade broadsword. His beggar-like appearance was no more.
While Lu Fengxian got through the guards and entered the inner city area, queuing with the other tournament candidates to register their names, he saw a group of cultivators flying above him.
At first, Lu Fengxian didn't care. But when he noticed their cultivation base, he looked at them in shock.
'Two nascent soul experts, two core pillars experts, and two essence gathering … monsters.'
Unlike others who paid attention to Ju Shoufen or Ku'er, Lu Fengxian sensed the abnormal presence and the aura of Ma Moxi and Miaomiao. His experience told him that these two young men were more dangerous than the others.
Instead of being intimidated by their presence, Lu Fengxian couldn't stop smiling.
He was delighted. Worthy opponents had appeared!
'Fuahahahaha! Who could have thought that promising youngsters are living in this god-forsaken continent!? What a pity. Had I met them earlier, I could have taken them as my disciples. Oh well, I guess I can take them under my wings once I beat them.'