James looked at Fang Xingjian in a daze. "You... I... But this..."
He let out a breath, sorted out his thoughts, and then said, "You're not affected by the Ten Heavenly Barriers? Didn't you feel any impact to your mind? "
"Impact? Did I? "Fang Xingjian said calmly," I just felt a little uncomfortable, but I'm basically fine now. "
"A little uncomfortable?" James smiled bitterly. Back then, when his ether synchronization rate had reached 30%, his entire view of the world had almost collapsed. Everyone's appearances and voices had changed beyond recognition. When he saw that food had turned into something that looked like sh * t, and when he heard the sound of the wind, he felt like a ghost. It was really easy for him to go crazy.
However, Fang Xingjian had managed to get past this stage while talking and laughing. It was really … James did not know how to describe it. In any case, even he felt a sense of jealousy. This kind of talent was really a little scary.
Usually, only when a Conferred Knight's cultivation gradually increased and they were able to interfere and filter the information from light rays and sound waves would they be able to ignore a portion of the truth and see the truth in the eyes of ordinary people.
However, Fang Xingjian did not care about this. "I'll have to trouble you with the arbitration. It's my turn to study the Ancient Era's relics today, right? My ether synchronization rate has increased. I'll go and try again. "
...
After returning to the Sword Tower an hour later, Sasa had just finished his words when he saw Fang Xingjian pushing open the door and walking in.
"Oh? Xingjian, you're here? "Sasa smiled." Haven't you been very busy recently? It's fine even if you don't come. "
Fang Xingjian threw a cold glance at Sasa and said, "Everyone, go out. It's my time now."
The corners of Sasa's lips twitched, and he let out a cold snort. In the end, he still brought everyone out.
Fang Xingjian walked up to the dragon's scale. "Come out."
In that instant, there seemed to be something agitated in the air. Fang Xingjian once again experienced the intense pain of having ten thousand swords piercing through his heart. The Heaven's Volition Sword Intent was once again channeled into Fang Xingjian's mind.
Looking at the deathly still Dragon Scale before him, Fang Xingjian smiled and touched it. In an instant, a stream of information flowed into the Dragon Scale.
The so-called Sword Intent was also a type of information flow. The difference was that the Sword Intent mainly contained sword theories and emotions towards the Sword Dao.
The powerful aspect of the Heaven's Volition Sword Intent was that it could simply use information to interfere with the physical world.
From Fang Xingjian's point of view, this could only be done by a Highgod Realm master.
Right now, he was writing out sets of sword theories and various feelings he had toward sword arts, turning them into information currents and channeling them into the dragon's scale.
Of course, it was impossible for him to use his real sword theory. What he used was a fake sword theory that he fabricated.
He remembered that when he was young, he was especially fond of the contents of a wuxia book, and he recalled the understanding of the way of the sword in it.
"Sister Gui pursues Wu Wang, Wu Wang pursues Tong Ren, Tong Ren pursues Da Wei. Jia turned to Bing, Bing to Geng, Geng to Gui. Friends of Zi and Chou, friends of Chen and Si, friends of Wu and Wei. Wind and thunder changed, mountains and swamps changed, and so did water and fire. Qian and Kun stimulated each other, Zhen and Dui stimulated each other, and Li and Xun stimulated each other. Three increases to five, five increases to nine … "
After doing all these, the dragon's scale once again turned crimson red due to the channeling of information currents, exuding both scorching and cold auras.
After doing all these, Fang Xingjian wanted to see how Sasa would court death. He was no longer willing to stay in the research room and continue putting on an act. Therefore, he returned to the Sacred Land to continue his cultivation.
…
Elsewhere, a group of people from the center had also arrived at the Great Western City.
The person in the lead was a beauty who appeared to be under 30 years of age. She had brilliant golden hair and a pair of sapphire eyes.
The lady looked at the streets of the Great Western City and said coldly, "What era is it now? To think that there's still someone who dares to tamper with a self-created sword technique. To be able to cultivate Nurturing sword techniques to the point of causing hidden injuries … What on earth are the association's upper echelon doing? How could they approve such a sword technique? "
A subordinate smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, this Fang Xingjian is someone favored by the Governor and the Second Prince. When you arrive at the Great Western City, it's best for you to be careful with your words and actions."
"Even I have to be careful? Then is this His Majesty's country or Devitt's (Governor's) country? " The lady let out a cold snort and said, "The funds that the Empire allocates every year have been wasted by these vermin. "To think that there's someone who tampers with Nurturing sword techniques … This is a sword technique that even apprentices have to cultivate. By doing this, it's harming the people at the grassroots level and digging into the Empire's foundation. I definitely won't tolerate this! "I'll give it my all in the arbitration this time around!"
Looking at this righteous-looking female officer, the other knights revealed a bitter smile.
…
In the Northern Ice Region, Rehlings walked out from his room for training in seclusion. His face was filled with fury, and his eyes were filled with anxiety and bitterness.
"Why?
"How did things turn out like this?
"What on earth is wrong?"
Rehlings cultivated saber arts. Although there were many similarities between saber arts and sword arts, if one were to make a serious comparison, there were still many differences.
For example, saber arts focused on slashing, while sword arts focused on thrusting. This caused the way they battled to be very different, and there were also many differences in their daily cultivation.
However, at Rehlings' level, both saber arts and sword arts were something he could pick up easily. Although his sword arts were not as powerful as his saber arts, they still far surpassed that of ordinary geniuses.
However, this time around, when he was training in seclusion, he had wanted to change the Rebirth Sword Technique into his own Rebirth Saber Technique. However, he had encountered great difficulties.
Moreover, seeing that he was unable to change such a powerful Nurturing technique like the Rebirth Sword Technique into his own saber arts, it was a great torment for him. He was like a kitten looking at dried fish but was unable to eat it. He was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks.
The moment he came out, he grabbed onto his younger brother and asked, "Where's Fang Xingjian? Has he come? You guys invited him, right? "
"Uhh." The man he had grabbed onto was a muscular man who bore a 70% to 80% resemblance to Rehlings. Sensing that his body was being suppressed, he smiled bitterly and said, "We invited him, but he rejected."
"Damn it."
"However, his situation hasn't been too good recently. The central government has sent an arbitration team to the Great Western Region. It seems that there's a problem with the Rebirth Sword Technique."
"There's a problem with the Rebirth Sword Technique?" Rehlings frowned and asked, "What problem?"
The younger brother shrugged and said, "I heard that after a few apprentices cultivated the Rebirth Sword Technique, they suffered from a certain degree of internal injuries. It seems that their internal organs have deteriorated."
"Ridiculous! Why would the trash from the central government believe in such a ridiculous theory?"
"Fang Xingjian even sent a letter. It might be to ask for your help …" the younger brother said carefully. His aptitude was not bad, but compared to his elder brother, Rehlings, he was far too inferior.
This caused him to be completely outshone by Rehlings, and now, he was almost like Rehlings' follower.
"Where's the letter?" Rehlings tore open the letter roughly and started to scan through it.
"Oh? So that's how it is? Is it a problem with the circulation of vital energy and blood? Mmm … It's probably in conflict with my Waves?
'But how could he possibly know … Mmm … It seems that this guy also circulates his Waves day and night …'
After reading it for a few minutes, Rehlings would occasionally let out a joyful grunt. This continued until his eyes suddenly widened and he let out a cold snort, "What's going on? There's nothing else? "
He turned to look at his younger brother and asked, "Where's the letter? There aren't any other letters? "
Seeing his younger brother shrugging, Rehlings let out a sigh. "How unlucky. This guy is putting out bait for me."
However, he still said to his younger brother, "Mmm, pass me that piece of paper. Write me a letter to the Great Western Region Regional Academy."
The younger brother's eyes opened wide and he said, "Elder Brother, you should know why things are like this, right? The situation here is too deep. The family hasn't even decided which side to stand on? "
"What's that got to do with me? I don't know anything. What side? I don't know. I just feel that there's no problem with the Rebirth Sword Technique. Just write it when I ask you to."
The younger brother smiled bitterly and said, "Elder Brother, you really just charge in wherever there's the most trouble."
"What's there to be afraid of? "There's nothing major apart from becoming a god. Let the mortals worry about their own matters. "
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
