Just as Fang Xingjian was wondering what the flames before him were...
A large amount of information was transmitted into his mind from the flames.
It was not words, nor was it an image, but a more direct 'meaning'. In that instant, it filled up his consciousness, allowing him to understand what the purple flames before him were.
By giving, one would receive. By making a wish, as long as one was able to pay a sufficient price, one would be able to obtain anything in the world.
Without much thought, Fang Xingjian, who was heavily injured and in a desperate situation, bellowed out his wish towards the flames.
"Power, give me great power, enough power to completely wipe out the entire Onassis Clan!"
In the next moment, an evil will seemed to envelop Fang Xingjian's entire body. Fang Xingjian seemed to hear his own voice ringing out in his mind. This was something using his voice to speak.
"You can't afford this price."
Fang Xingjian frowned. He instantly recalled that he had almost nothing on him right now. Where would he get anything to exchange for power?
He tried saying, "Then what do I get? What can I afford? What can you give me? What can allow me to destroy the entire Onassis Clan? "
There was no reply, but an option appeared in Fang Xingjian's eyes. It was also the only option.
The world's number one talent in sword arts. Consume 72 years of your lifespan, leaving you with five years of lifespan after the exchange. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, or friendship. You will spend the rest of your life alone, without any descendants.
"From now on, all the happiness in the world will have nothing to do with you. Are you willing?" Fang Xingjian's voice rang out in Fang Xingjian's mind.
"Hahahahaha."
Without any hesitation, Fang Xingjian grinned, "I couldn't ask for more."
In the next second, an inhuman pain descended from the sky. Fang Xingjian felt as if every bone in his body, every inch of his skin, was being torn apart, crushed, and melted in that instant.
Almost at the very first moment, Fang Xingjian completely lost consciousness and fainted. However, the changes to his body did not stop. Purple flames soared into the sky, changing his body, consciousness, and brain in a special direction.
…
His eyebrows trembling, Fang Xingjian slowly regained consciousness, but he could still feel waves of pain assaulting his entire body. His broken bones and damaged internal organs made him unable to move.
But he could smell the ointment in his nose.
"Wuliwala, Waliullah …" An old man turned around and looked at Fang Xingjian on the bed.
He said a bunch of things, but Fang Xingjian did not understand a single one of them. However, he did not say much either. He just stared blankly at the ceiling, as if he was indifferent to everything before him.
"I'm not dead? Did someone pick it up? "
"Is that flame an illusion?"
"But so what if I don't die?"
Despair, unwillingness, and anger continued to grow in Fang Xingjian's mind. However, in the next moment, his eyes flashed with disbelief.
Name: Fang Xingjian Age: 16 Occupation: Warrior Squire
Level: 9
Strength: 9 (3)
Agility: 9 (3)
Reaction: 6 (3)
Endurance: 6 (2)
Flexibility: 6 (2)
In brackets were Fang Xingjian's attributes when he was seriously injured. He was not even comparable to a normal person. In fact, if it wasn't for the purple flame preserving his life, he would have died.
But this wasn't what he was surprised about. What made him feel different was his skills.
Basic Sword Technique Level 3
Single-handed Sword Technique Level 2
Cross-slash Level 2
There was no change in the level, but the mastery required for Basic Sword Technique Level 3 to 4 was 0/1.
The Proficiency required to upgrade One-handed Sword Mastery from Level 2 to Level 3 was 0/1.
The mastery required for Cross-slash was also 0/1.
"How is this possible? One mastery point is needed to level up? How could this happen? "
Fang Xingjian looked at the scene with his mouth agape, but he reacted the next moment.
"The world's best swordsmanship talent? This is the world's best swordsmanship talent? "
"Hahahahaha!" He laughed maniacally, tears flowing down from his eyes. The old man at the side stood up and moved closer to him, letting out muffled cries as if he didn't understand what was going on.
But Fang Xingjian didn't care about all this. In his mind, he only wanted to practice his swordsmanship, to swing his sword, to see if he could level up his swordsmanship skills.
…
Three days later, Fang Xingjian struggled to sit up on the bed. There was no part of his body that didn't feel pain, but he still slowly raised his arm and used his fingers to form a sword.
Fang Xingjian felt a surge of power coming from the lower half of his body. It was the explosive power from his muscles, passing through his muscles and connecting to his waist, spine, shoulders, and elbows. It was magnified layer by layer through his joints and bones, turning into a sharp piercing force that was released from his sword fingers.
Using his fingers as a sword and thrusting out, a feeling of enlightenment appeared in Fang Xingjian's heart. The entire movement was as natural as breathing, making him feel as if he had thrusted out tens of thousands of times.
However, at the next moment, he let out an agonizing cry and fell onto the bed with a thud. The pain from his body seemed to be ten times more intense. He had used too much force, causing his wounds to open up again.
The old man walked in from outside. Seeing him in this state, he immediately started yelling again.
However, Fang Xingjian was all smiles as he focused all his attention on his Techniques Column.
Basic Sword Technique level 4, Mastery Points for leveling up: 0/2. He had managed to level up the technique just by thrusting out with his fingers.
Days passed by, and during this period of time, Fang Xingjian didn't waste his time. He tried to learn the language that the old man spoke and was able to carry out some simple communication.
The old man seemed to be an ordinary fisherman and seemed to be from a poor family. The ointment that Fang Xingjian had applied was a mixture of herbs and fish blood that he had gathered from an unknown place.
According to Fang Xingjian's observations and conjectures, the injuries on his body weren't left by Carolyn. They seemed to have been healed by the purple flames. However, his body seemed to have suffered great damage when the purple flames bestowed upon him the aptitude for sword arts.
However, perhaps it was because Fang Xingjian's physical attributes were astonishing, or perhaps it was because of his strong desire to live, or perhaps the ointment was really effective, or perhaps it was because of the purple flames, but the injuries on his body were indeed healing bit by bit.
Every few days, he couldn't help but practice his sword techniques with his hands and feet, allowing him to have a rough understanding of his current talent.
Even if it was just an ordinary hand gesture, he would still be able to gain proficiency points for the Basic Sword Technique. However, he couldn't gain proficiency points for single-handed sword techniques or the Cross Slash.
His Basic Sword Technique had already reached level 10, with a proficiency of 3/20. Every level only required a little bit of proficiency points. This was clearly the effect of the aptitude bestowed upon him by the purple flames.
This meant that he had a unique understanding of the sword, and the speed at which he gained proficiency points was very fast. Even if he were to do some hand gestures, he would still gain something. The Basic Sword Technique, which originally required hard work to level up, now seemed very simple, causing the proficiency points required to level up to be pitifully low.
Now that the Basic Sword Technique had reached level 10, there were more contents. After increasing the speed and accuracy of his sword, there was an additional 1 point in strength and 1 point in agility. This was a new attribute that would appear when the Basic Sword Technique reached level 10. Fang Xingjian had long known about this.
In fact, when most skills were raised to level 10, which was the maximum level for an ordinary person, there would be an additional attribute.
Most Warriors who practiced the Basic Sword Technique would be able to raise it to level 10, gaining an additional 1 point in strength and 1 point in agility.
At this moment, Fang Xingjian felt that both the speed and accuracy of his sword had received a huge boost. When he performed various sword techniques, his entire body was extremely coordinated, as if his muscles had become one.
This was a skill level that an ordinary person could only achieve after a few years of training.
As for the voice of the purple flames, it never appeared again. Unbeknownst to Fang Xingjian, the purple flame prints on his body had completely disappeared, as if they had never appeared.
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