In the Killing Techniques Palace, countless thunderbolts struck Fang Xingjian's body time and time again, ceaselessly strengthening the heavenly thunders and terrestrial magnetism forces between each of the particles in his body. They continued to increase the toughness of Fang Xingjian's body.
The number of thunderbolts continued to increase, turning into many lightning dragons that circled around Fang Xingjian. However, the attacks were all absorbed by him, using them to strengthen his body.
After a short while, the two level 21 Conferred Knights could no longer hold on. They stopped performing the Thunderbolt Sword Technique and retreated, holding onto their swords as they panted heavily.
Duolun, who was the only one left, continued to perform the Thunderbolt Sword Technique. Although his face was flushed red, he continued to perform the Thunderbolt Sword Technique. His sword moved like dragons and snakes, bringing about lightning as he slashed out toward Fang Xingjian's body.
After another hour or so, Duolun also reached his limits and retreated lightly. He looked at Fang Xingjian, who was floating in the middle of the palace like a ball of lightning. The piercing light was like ten thousand suns rising into the sky. Then, accompanied by a long howl from Fang Xingjian, all the light was extinguished.
The last of the thunderbolts were absorbed into Fang Xingjian's body. He exhaled slightly, and one or two balls of electricity would occasionally appear from his mouth and nostrils.
Clenching his fists, Fang Xingjian smiled at Duolun and said, "Are you interested in testing out the toughness of my body?"
"The strength of the heavenly thunders and terrestrial magnetism forces that you've cultivated is astonishing. I've been curious for a long time now."
Duolun laughed out loud and pierced out with the longsword in his hand. He increased his speed along with the electricity, leaving behind a long charred mark on the ground. His longsword pierced out toward Fang Xingjian's chest with a force of several tens of tons.
Fang Xingjian merely stood there, not moving, allowing Duolun's sword to pierce into his naked upper body.
As a level 22 Conferred Knight, each of Duolun's sword attacks could overturn a tank. Moreover, his sword attacks were like continuous lightning strikes, incessantly lighting up a series of electric sparks on Fang Xingjian's body. After ten breaths' time, Duolun stopped retreating and looked at Fang Xingjian, who was completely unscathed, in astonishment.
"Isn't your defense a little too strong? I've seen many seniors who have been training at Level 23 for many years, but none of them have reached your level. "
"Yes, my cultivation speed is faster."
Fang Xingjian clenched his fists in satisfaction. He had the specialty Sword Bones, and each of his bones would increase along with his level. Right now, he was at level 23, and his Sword Bones were a level 23 Superior Divine Weapon.
With the cultivation of the heavenly thunders and terrestrial magnetism forces, as well as the assistance from the second level of the mystical prints, Fang Xingjian's cultivation speed was extremely fast. This allowed his body's defense to be comparable to that of a Superior Divine Weapon, far surpassing that of ordinary level 23 Conferred Knights.
"However, I'm almost at my limit. Thank you for this period of time. I won't be coming over to cultivate the Heavenly Thunders and Terrestrial Magnetism Forces anymore."
"There's no need to stand on ceremony. With a good target like you, Xingjian, our Thunderbolt Sword Technique has also improved a lot."
Duolun's words were filled with politeness. Clearly, he wanted to build a good relationship with Fang Xingjian and even invited Fang Xingjian to have a meal in the Killing Techniques Palace. However, Fang Xingjian politely rejected the invitation.
When Fang Xingjian walked out of the Killing Techniques Palace, Robert was already by his side.
Robert reported, "During this period of time, we've earned another 280,000 gold. We're close to the 300,000 gold you need for the next level."
Fang Xingjian nodded. With each level of the mystical prints, he would need an additional 100,000 gold. Right now, if he wanted to cultivate to the third level of the mystical prints, he would need 300,000 gold.
If he were to continue at this rate, he would need 500,000 gold, 800,000 gold, or even one million gold for each level. Even the Regional Academy would find it difficult.
Ordinary aristocrats would not be able to afford the cultivation even if they were to go bankrupt.
Even if Fang Xingjian had the royalties from the Rebirth Sword Technique, he would still need about five years before he would be able to accumulate enough wealth to reach the tenth level of the mystical prints.
This was especially so when it came to the last few levels of the mystical prints. There were some materials that could no longer be bought with money.
Hearing Robert's report, Fang Xingjian nodded. "Then let's start gathering the materials. Take note that this must still be done in secret. If there are any problems, look for Anderson first. He'll help to resolve them."
Robert then said, "Oh, right. The female chef from the rotisserie has come looking for us."
"Oh? I'll get her to specially cook meat for me. Give her some ferocious beasts to try. If she does a good job, I can let her be more responsible. "Mmm … I can also let her learn from the chefs in the academy. From what I know, she's quite talented in culinary arts. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to make the twelve flavors of the Vulcan Rotisserie. "
"I understand," Robert said and then asked Fang Xingjian, "Aren't you going to meet her?" He clearly thought that Fang Xingjian had taken a fancy to Diana.
However, Fang Xingjian shook his head. Suddenly, his body came to a halt. Robert, who was at the side, looked over in puzzlement.
Fang Xingjian said calmly, "I have some matters to attend to. I'll be leaving first." At the next moment, his body flashed, leaving behind a long trail of white air as he flew in the direction of the Sacred Land, leaving behind the astonished Robert.
The moment he entered the training room in the Sacred Land, Fang Xingjian sat cross-legged on the ground. The skin all over his body contorted intensely, seething.
Of course, this was not Fang Xingjian's skin seething. It was the Heavenly Abyss Annihilation Armor's changes.
Ever since the Sand Country's assassins had charged over, Fang Xingjian had sensed that the Heavenly Abyss Annihilation Armor seemed to have been agitated and had gone through a change. The martial will that came from Domirov would occasionally rebound, as if wanting to leave his body.
However, Fang Xingjian's current cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds compared to when he had suppressed the armor for the first time. How could he possibly let it leave his body so easily?
Fang Xingjian let out a cold snort, and the martial will in his mind turned into a seething information current, gushing into the Heavenly Abyss Annihilation Armor. It fiercely flushed away the agitated information and then suppressed it.
'However, each time it happens, it gets more and more serious. In order to completely suppress Domirov's remnant will, I'll need to be even more powerful.'
At the thought of this, Fang Xingjian's countenance turned vicious, and he started cultivating once again.
In the next few days, he would either temper his attributes, cultivate his Waves and mental cultivation method, and continuously improve his three sets of sword techniques. Alternatively, he would head to the Sword Tower to understand the latest sword arts theories and research, or he would eat some delicacies, especially the Vulcan Grilled Meat that Diana had cooked using ferocious beasts. This had become Fang Xingjian's favorite food recently.
Just like that, two days passed by, and Robert once again went to look for Fang Xingjian.
"What's wrong? Have you gathered all the materials?"
"It's a little troublesome." Robert threw a slightly guilty glance at Fang Xingjian. It was because Fang Xingjian kept running into trouble when it came to gathering the materials.
"Speak."
"The list of materials that you've given requires the azure dragon's scale. However, the azure dragon has long gone extinct, and the azure dragon's scale is extremely valuable. It's priceless in the Great Western City's market."
"Where do you have it?"
"I heard that the Gao Clan, a westerner clan in the Beize Region, has an azure dragon's scale."
"Beize Region?" Fang Xingjian frowned. The Great Western Region, which he was in, was located in the western region of the Empire, while the Beize Region was located in the northwestern region of the Empire. It was too far away from the Great Western City, and it would take him a day to make a round trip. There was no time for him to waste on the journey.
Moreover, other than the day to make a round trip, he did not know how long it would take to discuss the price and the azure dragon's scale.
Therefore, he said, "Get Anderson to make the trip. He can make the decision on his own as long as it's within 150,000 gold."
"I've already told Lord Anderson, but he said that it's too far away."
Fang Xingjian smiled. "Tell him what I said. If he's able to retrieve the azure dragon's scale, the time he needs to run errands for me can be reduced by one month. He'll only need five months."
Therefore, over the next few days, Fang Xingjian continued cultivating while waiting for the materials for the third level of the mystical prints. With his four major specialties, the Sacred Land with one hundred times the density, and the effects of the second level of the mystical prints, his cultivation speed was very fast.
Finally, in late October, his ether synchronization rate increased to 50%, and he became a level 24 Conferred Knight.
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