Professionals of the Starry Skies - Chapter 251

[251. Chapter 251 Five (Additional monthly tickets required)]

“Sword Intention Becomes Power?”

“Nascent Soul Sword Master?”

“There is actually a Nascent Soul Sword Master sneaking into Linlang Blessed Land? This is impossible…”

“I know this person… He seems to be Master Feng, an ordinary casual cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan period… How did he suddenly become a Yuanying Sword Master?”

Bai Xiaosheng watched all this, his expression gradually becoming dull…

…

The other late Jindan cultivators were horrified and tried their best to stay away from this extremely vicious man.

How famous are the Six Heroes of the Demonic Path? This man killed two of them with just two swords!
The dignity of the Yuanying Seed and the Yuanying Sect was simply thrown to the ground and trampled on.

Yu Zhenzi’s eyelids twitched when he saw Fang Xing putting away the ‘Blood God Banner’ and taking out the Divine Infant Fruit from Xue Yuanzi’s storage bag.

He flew some distance away, guarding an escape passage, and made hand gestures.

The soul-destroying demonic flames surged, like a fire dragon, surrounding him. Three pitch-black shields appeared, guarding the surroundings.

Holding the magic bow in his hand, he felt a little safer: “This person… is as brave as a mountain…”

Yu Zhenzi saw clearly that no matter what the situation was, he could display his Nascent Soul strength in Linlang Blessed Land. This was undoubtedly a Nascent Soul Sword Master!
What was even more despicable was that as long as this person opened his mouth, both the righteous and the evil would give him a face and hand over a Divine Infant Fruit.

However, this person chose to hide and wait until the good and evil sides had fought each other and were almost both defeated before taking action.

Obviously, the other party was not interested in just one or two Divine Infant Fruits, but wanted to buy them all!
This was almost impossible.

Ever since the Linlang Blessed Land was opened, no Jindan cultivator has been able to crush them.

Even he, Yu Zhenzi, can’t do it!

Even if it was Yuanying Zhenjun, if he showed such an intention, the ten sons of righteousness and evil who were blocked from their path would fight to the death!

Of course, if Fang Xing swore that he only wanted one or two, perhaps they would accept it.

After all, although they could probably defeat a Yuanying Zhenjun by joining forces, no one wanted to play all their cards and become the ‘price’!
But now… the situation was different.

Both the good and evil sides have almost played all their cards, the righteous have even fled, and Xiaoyao Hou will not come back to get involved in the mess.

Even for those independent cultivators in the late Jindan stage, it is more promising to snatch Xiaoyao Hou and the nameless body cultivator than to fight to the death with Yuanying Zhenjun.

“This Yuanying Zhenjun, is he going to take the remaining Shenying Fruits for himself? Aren’t you afraid of offending both the righteous and the evil?”

Yu Zhenzi looked extremely solemn and shouted in a deep voice.

“I’ve been offended, so what?”

Fang Xing laughed out loud: “I have no children, no relatives or friends… Most importantly, do you know who I am?”

Bai Xiaoshu suddenly felt his scalp tighten: “This senior is really humorous… He actually stole my words…”

Yu Zhenzi let out a long breath.

Although he couldn’t figure out why Yuanying Zhenjun could enter the Linlang Blessed Land.

Even if it’s a fake baby, it’s impossible!

Wanxiang Sect has a method of creating fake infants, which has been used more than once in history. Naturally, they had their eyes on Linlang Blessed Land, but failed miserably.

He only knew that if he didn’t take action, he would have no chance of achieving the Nascent Soul stage this time!

“This person is very sinister. Even if I go to join forces with Zhengqizi, I will not be his match…”

“If we wait until our side is completely wiped out, he can easily kill the remaining three Righteous Ones with just one sword… No, once the Righteous Ones get the news, they may not dare to come as promised to take the last Divine Infant Fruit!”

Yu Zhenzi had a helpless look on his face and could only watch helplessly as yet another divine infant fruit matured and was taken into Fang Xing’s possession.

This time, no Jindan cultivator dared to take action, and they all watched helplessly.

“Not bad, not bad…”

Fang Xing took the Divine Infant Fruit and was very excited.

“Including the one I own, that makes three…”

“This time, the Nine-Element Infant Vine has six Divine Infant Fruits. Is it okay for me to take five?”

‘I even saved one for them!’

“With five pills as a base, I will go back and study the art of alchemy. When my golden pill is perfect, I can use the Wanhua Ding to refine at least one pill, right?”

The reason why he planned to take a few more was that he was not very confident in his alchemy skills.

Moreover, even if you don’t need so much, it will be worth a lot of spirit stones if you sell it.

After all, this is a chance to condense the Nascent Soul. Even if you don’t refine the ‘Ningying Pill’, eating it raw will have some effect in assisting the condensation of the Nascent Soul.

Of course, doing so would be a waste of natural resources and would be punishable by lightning.

All in all, even in the circle of Yuanying Zhenjun, the Shenying Fruit is a top luxury product.

If it weren’t for the special environment of Linlang Blessed Land, even if Fang Xing was a Nascent Soul Sword King, he would have been lucky to snatch one even if he was seriously injured.

Now that this is a godsend opportunity, we must make huge profits without being soft-hearted.

Anyway, taking one would offend the other Nascent Soul forces to death, and taking five would also offend the other Nascent Soul forces to death.

Then just be straightforward and take five!
Fang Xing didn’t move, and the other cultivators didn’t dare to move either.

He could only watch helplessly as the fifth Divine Infant Fruit matured and was put into Fang Xing’s pocket.

‘what to do?’

“There’s only one left…”

“I contacted Zhengqizi secretly, but he ignored me…”

Yu Zhenzi watched Fang Xing easily put the Divine Infant Fruit into his pocket, as if he was watching his own Nascent Soul flying away.

The pain in my heart was ten or a hundred times more severe than the inner demon tribulation when I was forming the elixir!
“I am an immortal golden elixir. Even without the help of the condensing spirit object, I still have a 10% chance of condensing the primordial infant. But failure means death!”

The difficulty of condensing the Nascent Soul is ten or a hundred times more difficult than refining the Immortal Golden Pill!
Even he is not very confident.

Of course, Zi Yang Sect still has some Nascent Soul resources, but these cannot all be piled on him alone, otherwise, if he fails, he will be in tears.

This is a painful lesson in the spiritual world.

“If I didn’t have the Divine Infant Fruit, the various resources I obtained from the sect would only increase my chances of condensing an Infant by 10% or 20% at most…”

“If I have the Nascent Soul Pill, my chances of forming a Nascent Soul are more than 50%… This is a battle of great ways.”

With this thought in mind, Yu Zhenzi immediately said, “Senior… I only want one Divine Infant Fruit, please be merciful…”

While speaking, he secretly transmitted his spiritual consciousness to ask several late Jindan cultivators of the Demon Sect to move closer to him and prepare to form a formation.

“There are too many little moves.”

Fang Xing didn’t bother to listen to the man’s explanation, and immediately slashed out with his sword!
Swish!
The flowers in the hall intoxicated three thousand guests, and the sword light chilled the nineteen states!

The sword energy in the sky was so powerful that it attracted the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, just like the Yangtze River, surging and almost drowning Yu Zhenzi.

The few old demons in the late Jindan stage who were approaching were slightly touched by the sword intent, and without even a scream, they immediately turned into corpses and fell from mid-air.

The gap between Nascent Soul and Core Formation is like a chasm in the sky!
“Hmm? He’s still alive… Not bad, really not bad.”

After one sword strike, Fang Xing looked at Yu Zhenzi.

Although Yu Zhenzi was in a rather miserable state and several magic shields in front of him were blown into pieces, the soul-destroying demonic flame was still burning fiercely.

At this moment, I don’t know what secret method he used, two small green horns grew on his head, like an evil ghost.

At the same time, Yu Zhenzi’s mana began to surge and fluctuate, exceeding the limit of golden elixir perfection…

“With the mana amplified by the ‘Divine Horn Transformation Technique’, plus the Divine Demon Bow, and the Soul-Destroying Demon Flame… it is already possible to injure a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. After you leave the blessed land, you will most likely have to face my Nascent Soul True Lords of both the righteous and evil paths. Why don’t you consider it?”

Yu Zhenzi pulled the bow of gods and demons and opened his mouth. A pitch-black soul-destroying demonic flame quickly fell on the bowstring and turned into a pitch-black arrow.

Different from the previous two flaming arrows, this black fire arrow’s power was completely restrained, as if it were real.

Woohoo!

At this moment, the last Divine Infant Fruit fell with a bang.

“People die for money, birds die for food…”

Fang Xing flicked his sleeves lightly, and a green light shield immediately appeared, covering his entire body.

The pitch-black arrow seemed to pierce through the void and appeared in front of him, but was blocked by the “Qingyang Cover”.

Above the pitch-black arrow, a large amount of pitch-black flames were burning fiercely, even causing a terrible dent to appear on the ‘Qingyang Cover’.

“Huh? This kind of attack, once it hits, is indeed likely to severely injure an early Nascent Soul cultivator. It is even more amazing when performed by a Golden Core cultivator.”

Fang Xing exclaimed in admiration, and an ancient bronze lamp appeared in his hand.

The ghost infant of all laws in his body moved, and the vast magic power of the Nascent Soul was injected into the Qingyang Magic Lamp, making the Qingyang Cover even thicker.

Not only that, Fang Xing flicked it lightly, and a little green lamp flower on the Qingyang Magic Lamp popped out.

raging!

The green lamp flower suddenly turned into a ball of green flame the size of a head, fell on the surface of the Qingyang Cover, and devoured the soul-destroying demonic flame.

These two are both famous spiritual fires in the magic world, and now they are evenly matched.

The blue and black flames intertwined, gradually a hint of dark green emerged, and then both went out…

“What?”

Yu Zhenzi was shocked when he saw this scene: “Aren’t you a sword cultivator? Why are you using a defensive magic treasure?”

Wasn’t it agreed that sword cultivators were only concerned with emotions and swords and had weak defenses?

What’s more, this ‘Qingyang Magic Lamp’ and the ‘Qingyang Magic Fire’ that comes with it are very famous. After all, spiritual treasures are limited, and even a large Nascent Soul sect may only have one or two.

Yu Zhenzi knew that the Qingyang Magic Lamp originally belonged to the Wanxiang Sect, but later disappeared when the leader of the Wind Department died in battle…

Unexpectedly, when I appeared again, it was here!

A Yuanying Zhenjun was using a defensive magic treasure, and he used his head to break the defense?

As soon as he thought of this, Yu Zhenzi immediately turned around and rushed towards the restricted passage behind him.

But what was faster than his was Fang Xing’s sword!

He raised his hand and swung his sword. The sword intent was like the Yangtze River. It was a means of sword intent becoming a force!
The sword light was brilliant and glorious… It drowned Yu Zhenzi.

The next moment, all the defensive magic weapons and talismans on the Jindan cultivator’s body exploded.

He also fell into the web of sword energy and was cut into pieces by countless whistling sword lights.

After the sword light dissipated, only a fist-sized ball of black flame remained.

This is the original fire of the ‘Soul-Destroying Demonic Flame’!

“Um?”

Fang Xing silently put away his sword, but his consciousness had a strange feeling: “It seems that he is not dead yet… However, under my fourth-level swordsmanship, he will die anyway…”

…

The divine infant was suspended a hundred miles away.

In a secret cave.

A young man with a pale face and a black robe suddenly held his head and said, “Ah… I… I’m dead?”

He fell to the ground, rolling his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Zhenzi turned over and stood up, with a trace of resentment on his face: “You actually forced me to use the ‘Li Dai Tao Jiang Jutsu’…”

This magic secret technique can be regarded as a supreme power to save one’s life. One needs to first refine a ‘disaster body’ as a backup.

Within a period of time, as long as the original body dies, the soul can be transferred to the “disaster body”.

Of course, this heaven-defying technique has many limitations.

For example, learning is very difficult, and Yu Zhenzi does not have a deep attainment in this art, and can only maintain this art for about a month.

That is to say, if he is fine after a month, then this “body of misfortune” will be useless and another one will need to be found and refined.

What’s more crucial is… the main body and the disaster body need to be within a certain distance, otherwise this technique will be ineffective.

With Yu Zhenzi’s current attainments, he can barely extend the range to within two hundred miles.

Any farther away, this secret technique will have no effect.

“Damn it… that Yuanying Sword Master, I will never let him off!”

Yu Zhenzi checked his body and his face became gloomy.

It is natural that he failed this time, suffered heavy damage to his vitality, and his cultivation level regressed.

It might even delay the condensation of one’s Nascent Soul!

But in that situation, being able to save one’s life was already a great achievement.

“That sword…”

When Yu Zhenzi recalled the moment of his death, a hint of fear and shock appeared in his eyes.

The methods of Yuanying Sword Master were far beyond his imagination!

Suddenly, Yu Zhenzi felt a sharp sense coming towards him.

In his sea of consciousness, a sword light suddenly lit up!
“Is this… sword intent? It’s like a thorn in the flesh?”

“ah!”

A scream suddenly rang out from within the cave!
…

On the Shenying Cliff.

The last Divine Infant Fruit slowly fell down.

But among all the Jindan cultivators in the field, no one dared to step forward to fight.

Fang Xing transformed into a green giant hand and took the red divine infant fruit that countless Jindan perfect cultivators had obtained…

He launched countless sword threads and began to clean up the battlefield. All the dead were cultivators in the late Jindan stage. The storage bag was very valuable, and it contained a large number of spiritual herbs from the Linlang Blessed Land…

After a moment, Fang Xing waved his sleeves, trying to put away the “Soul-Destroying Demonic Flame”.

“Huh?”

He had just taken out a jade box when he saw that the jade box was showing signs of melting before it even got close to the pitch-black magic fire.

When he put the flame in, the entire jade box suddenly exploded.

“Sure enough, the fourth-level devil fire is so explosive that it is not something that ordinary items can withstand.”

Fang Xing thought about it, and then released a magical power that landed on the Qingyang Magic Lamp.

The lamp suddenly shone brightly, and countless bronze runes flickered, like chains binding the fist-sized ball of black magic fire.

The Soul-Destroying Demonic Flame trembled, and then a large number of bronze runes were injected into it, and its size continued to shrink.

It changed from the size of a fist to the size of a pigeon egg, and then to the size of a soybean.

A black flame the size of a soybean sank into the ‘Qingyang Magic Lamp’ and slowly burned.

“Sure enough, with the power of this spiritual treasure, it is enough to contain the fourth-level magic fire…”

Fang Xing was delighted: “Even Qingyang Devil Fire and Soul-Destroying Devil Flame are both fourth-level spirit fires of the devil path. I wonder if they can be fused to increase their power?”

(End of this chapter)