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Chapter 70: Aftermath (For the Alliance Leader of the Son of Heaven Dao Lord! )

Chapter 70: Aftermath (For the Alliance Leader of the Son of Heaven Dao Lord! )

"Haha. . . as the saying goes, 'you don't know a person until you fight them. ' Gentlemen, have a drink!"

On Thunder Peak.

After Fang Xi fought Yan Sun, in a blink of an eye, he had Linghu Shan host a banquet.

He, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened, raising his wine cup to toast Yan Sun, whose chest was still wrapped in bandages: "Come, come, Old Master Yan, have another drink!"

Yan Sun's mouth was full of bitterness, but he truly dared not offend this young yet talented expert. He picked up his wine cup and took a sip.

"That's more like it, we're all family now. " Fang Xi chuckled, then asked Zhou Tong: "I joined the Grandmaster Society, naturally, for the realm beyond Grandmaster. I wonder what progress the Society has made in its research?"

"We've made some gains. . ."

Zhou Tong's expression turned serious.

The Grandmaster Society was originally an organization established by Grandmasters for the purpose of breaking through their current realm. If others knew there was a Grandmaster as exceptionally talented and powerful as Fang Xi, they would certainly share everything without reservation.

Everything was for the sake of finding a path forward!

"I'd like to hear the details. " Fang Xi put down his wine cup and listened quietly.

"Actually. . . the Martial Saint has already reached the pinnacle of martial arts. " Zhou Tong organized his thoughts before speaking: "Our Grandmaster Society collected various first-rate martial arts, drawing on their strengths and compensating for their weaknesses, eventually creating several peerless ultimate arts, known as the 'Seven Martial Absolutes. ' Even with exceptionally talented disciples cultivating from a young age, the ultimate result was merely their True Vigor permeating their entire body, reaching the 'True Vigor Permeating the Body' realm. . ."

"For True Vigor to permeate the entire body, that's already quite good."

Fang Xi mused.

A Grandmaster's True Vigor was limited; like him and Linghu Shan, they could only project it externally to block attacks at crucial moments, like a partial suit of armor.

If True Vigor could fully permeate the entire body and be continuously projected externally, it would be like wearing full body armor, and the defensive power would be incomparable.

"So, True Vigor permeating the entire body, that's the apex of a Martial Saint?"

Fang Xi murmured to himself.

"Perhaps, perhaps not. . . The Society Head once speculated that after True Vigor permeates the entire body, it would lead to 'True Vigor Materialization'!"

Yan Sun interjected: "Alas. . . as for True Vigor Materialization, not a single Grandmaster in the Society has been able to achieve it. After all, the human body's blood-qi is limited. No matter how extraordinary one's talent, how astonishing their blood-qi, or even if they consume rare treasures, it's difficult for True Vigor to become dense enough to materialize. . ."

"That truly is a pity. . ."

Fang Xi pursed his lips, wondering if he could acquire Tier 2 blood-qi replenishing pills in the cultivation world.

Perhaps if he took them when his True Vigor permeated his body, he could achieve 'True Vigor Materialization'?

"Actually, True Vigor Materialization is just one path."

Zhou Tong said: "Currently, the Society is divided into two factions. One faction advocates for deeply excavating the potential of True Vigor, ultimately breaking through. . . The other faction researches various secret arts, advocating for learning from Demons!"

Fang Xi thought of Yuan He Mountain's demon-planting art and couldn't help but nod: "If one could possess the abilities of a Demon, it could indeed be considered a breakthrough beyond Grandmaster."

"It's not that simple. So many experiments in the Society have ultimately ended in failure. . . The Demonic Curse Power is too terrifying; even a Grandmaster can only resist it for a bit longer than an ordinary person."

Zhou Tong gave a wry smile: "Our Society's studies of Demonic Curse Power primarily rely on simulating it with one's own blood-qi to form various secret arts. . . Truly, the madmen who actually plant demons within themselves are extremely few!"

"Learning the secret arts of Demons? " Fang Xi's interest was piqued: "I wonder if there have been any results?"

Zhou Tong and Yan Sun exchanged a glance, and it was Zhou Tong who stepped forward: "Allow me to make a fool of myself!"

He let out a loud shout, and suddenly, lines of dark black patterns appeared on his body.

"Curse marks?"

Seeing this, Fang Xi's pupils contracted, then he shook his head: "It's a semblance, but not quite; the foundation is still based on blood-qi simulation!"

"The Society has already researched several secret arts that can be simulated by a Grandmaster's microscopic-level blood-qi. This one of mine is called the 'Spirit Rejuvenation Art'!"

Zhou Tong's voice boomed. He suddenly picked up a dagger and drew a line across his arm.

After intentionally withdrawing his True Vigor defense, a bloody gash immediately appeared on his hand.

But very quickly, this bloody gash rapidly healed.

The dark patterns on Zhou Tong's body dissipated, and he sat back down: "This Spirit Rejuvenation Art can stimulate blood-qi and accelerate bodily recovery. . . As long as vital points like the head aren't damaged, even severed limbs can be reattached."

"A fine secret art!"

Fang Xi's eyes lit up: "Might I examine it?"

Yan Sun chuckled: "Grandmaster Fang is a brother of the Society, so of course you may. However, you must follow the Society's rules. . . Our Grandmaster Society has always been loosely organized, but we periodically issue missions. As long as Grandmaster Fang completes the missions, you will earn contribution points, which can be exchanged for various peerless ultimate arts and secret arts!"

"So that's how it is."

Fang Xi felt a slight disappointment in his heart.

However, considering the ancient custom of masters holding back some techniques from their disciples, the Grandmaster Society's ability to exchange various cultivation methods and secret arts based on contribution points was already quite enlightened.

Alas, there was still no path beyond Grandmaster. . .

'Fortunately, I have a direction. I don't actually need those imagined breakthrough cultivation methods. . . Finding a Tier 4 Body Cultivation legacy in the cultivation world would undoubtedly be more accurate. '

Previously, he hadn't cultivated the Body Cultivation methods of the cultivation world because he lacked Spirit Stones and his strength was insufficient.

Now, however, times had changed.

'However. . . those secret arts learned from Demons, and the research on Demons, could be worth exchanging for information to look into. . . '

Interest ignited in Fang Xi's heart, and his conversation with the two Grandmasters grew increasingly congenial.

...

Three Yuan City.

Black market, Thousand Gold Pavilion.

Han Pang Zi was gnawing on a golden, fragrant roasted suckling pig, grease dripping from his mouth.

"You fat fellow, you certainly live well."

Suddenly, a voice rang out beside him, startling Han Pang Zi so much that the roasted pig in his hand dropped.

He quickly followed the sound with his gaze and saw Fang Xi.

"So it's Brother Fang. . ."

Han Pang Zi immediately forced a smile.

This Fang Xi possessed quite mysterious means. Previously, he had ordered Han Pang Zi to procure monster materials, and Han Pang Zi had turned a large profit, making Fang Xi a true God of Wealth.

Of course, Han Pang Zi would never forget the news he had previously mentioned about changes in the Martial Alliance, and how soon after, the Ximen family's three generations had perished. . .

Although rumors claimed the Ximen family had bad luck and provoked that Specter's Bane, the pattern of Specter's Bane's appearances and the methods used. . . seemed somewhat similar to Fang Xi's. If they weren't master and disciple, they were definitely in league!

However, Han Pang Zi knew the implications well and pretended he had forgotten about the matter.

"Han Pang Zi, do you wish for a promotion?"

Fang Xi casually found a seat and asked with a hint of mockery.

"This. . . Old Han's capabilities are limited. May I ask what kind of promotion you mean? " Han Pang Zi dared not refuse, asking cautiously.

"How about the Grand Manager of the Demon Hunter Tower?"

Fang Xi replied with a faint smile that wasn't quite a smile.

*Whoosh! *

It was the mountain of flesh that had toppled; Han Pang Zi barely managed to clamber back up, a sheepish look on his face: "Brother Fang, please don't tease Old Han. The Demon Hunter Guild has the imperial court backing it; the waters run deep there. . . Old Han's thousand jin of flesh doesn't want to be left behind."

"Don't worry, you won't be left behind. . ."

Fang Xi shook his head.

Even a mere aging Grandmaster like Linghu Shan dared to maintain five hundred Wind-Thunder soldiers; Fang Xi, naturally, was even more unrestrained, extending his demonic claws towards the Demon Hunter Guild. . .

Fortunately, the Grandmaster Society wasn't entirely useless; at the very least, Yan Sun seemed to have a connection to the imperial court.

After Fang Xi brought up the matter, Yan Sun immediately slapped his chest and guaranteed that he would handle it.

After all, it was just a matter of inserting someone into the Demon Hunter Guild.

Even if that person was the Grand Manager!

Fang Xi merely wanted an additional source of monster materials.

In reality, these martial artists and martial masters could at most kill mid-grade Tier 1 monsters; they were powerless against high-grade Demon Kings.

As for the eight great — no, seven great Demon Kings of Ding Province, Fang Xi still had to personally take action.

"Since Brother Fang thinks so highly of me, Old Han is willing to part with this fatty body and become this Grand Manager!"

Han Pang Zi pondered for a moment, then finally gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Excellent!"

Fang Xi let out a hearty laugh and strode out.

...

White Cloud Martial Arts Hall.

On this day, a sudden wail of grief echoed.

White lanterns and funeral elegies hung at the entrance.

All the disciples of the martial arts hall had changed into mourning clothes, their expressions sorrowful.

In the center of the martial arts hall, a mourning hall had been set up, and Mu Cang Long's name was prominently inscribed on the spirit tablet.

This person had been afflicted by cursed poison in Black Stone City back then. Although he had clung to life with the aid of pills later, he also had his limits, and now, he had finally passed away.

Mu Piao Miao looked like a soulless puppet, staring blankly at everything, while Zhang Minting and Tang Xuan helped manage the affairs.

An atmosphere of grief pervaded the entire martial arts hall.

Fang Xi stood outside the martial arts hall, silently bowed, then turned and left.

"I am a heartless man, I only wish for carefree affairs. . ."

...

A Certain Martial Arts Hall.

"You say. . . when will Master return?"

Qingsang played with a white jade ruyi scepter in his hand. The ruyi scepter felt smooth and warm, inlaid with three luminous pearls, truly an item worth cities of gold.

But at this moment, he was casually holding it, using it to scratch an itch, feeling it wasn't quite satisfying, so he casually tossed the ruyi scepter back into its box.

In several large boxes nearby, gold and silver objects were piled high, their glittering splendor almost overflowing.

These were all the 'apologies' offered by the city's prominent families!

"I don't know. . . " Qingmu still looked blank.

"Sigh. . . it's useless talking to you about it. . . Let me tell you, that night Master broke through the encirclement, punched four martial masters to death, and finally, with a flying sword, slew enemies from a thousand li away, taking the head of a general amidst ten thousand troops! He truly scared all the powerful families and nobles in this city; otherwise, how could we still be lying here so comfortably?"

Qingsang's face was flushed with excitement: "I wonder where Master is now, and if he'll come back to impart us divine arts. . ."

To fly on a sword and become an immortal, he wanted that too!

Qingsang believed his loyalty had been tested, and now he only hoped to properly serve his Master with filial piety, so that in the future he could be taught the flying sword art! Ra​n[OBE(s

"Cough cough. . . Don't even think about divine arts. The art this Master cultivates is also the Primal Chaos True Art!"

Fang Xi coughed, and his figure suddenly appeared inside the martial arts hall.

"Master!"

Qingsang and Adai called out in unison.

"Hmm!"

Fang Xi looked at Qingsang, then at Adai, and said: "From today onwards, this A Certain Martial Arts Hall will be passed on to you, Qingsang. . ."

Truth be told, this martial arts hall was merely a residence coupled with some reputation; Fang Xi had never truly put it to heart.

"Master. . . I don't want to inherit the martial arts hall. I wish to remain by Master's side, serving diligently with the humble service of a dog and horse!"

Qingsang knelt on the ground and said loudly.

He too wished to one day become a martial arts Grandmaster, intimidating an entire city!

A true man should be like this!

"There's no room for discussion on this!"

Fang Xi waved his hand.

After handling these people and matters, he would focus his primary energy on the 'Longevity Art' in the South Barrens Cultivation World.

Only by attaining the Dao and achieving longevity was the most important matter!