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Chapter 716

Words:1871Update:22/07/01 11:41:51

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In the Great Western Region Regional Academy, Fang Xingjian sat cross-legged in a secret room with the Abyss Longsword floating slowly in front of his chest. Mysterious and unfathomable gravitational waves were emitted from the sword, bringing along waves of profound and unfathomable information.

Although he had successfully broken through the limits of the Infiltrating Void sword during the battle with Alexander and grasped a hint of the profoundness of gravity, the condensing of the sword intent on the Abyss Longsword was still not perfect. Right now, Fang Xingjian was still perfecting its prowess.

Moreover, the forging of the Abyss Longsword itself had not been completed, so it was not in its peak condition. Right now, it could only rely on Fang Xingjian's Unparalleled Sword Intent to temper it bit by bit, increasing its prowess.

Simultaneously, Fang Xingjian's body did not appear to be in a good condition either. Streams of cracks were spreading out on his body. These were all the results of the battle with Alexander, causing his martial will to weaken by a lot.

All of these required him to slowly condense and repair them, just like how he would glue a cracked gemstone back together.

Simultaneously, Zhou Xingwen and the others stood before Fang Xingjian, reporting the current situation to Fang Xingjian. Rota, Fang Qian, Wang Xiaoyan, and the others looked at Fang Xingjian with great admiration.

The Governor, Head of Department, Philip, the Fourth Prince, Tyrande, and the others all wore gratified expressions, thinking that they had not chosen the wrong person.

Fang Xingjian nodded. With a single thought, a gush of profound information gushed into everyone's minds, "These are the contents of the first to ninth levels of the mystical prints. From today onward, all of you can start cultivating up to the ninth level of the mystical prints. "The ninth level of the mystical prints can greatly increase your aptitude and rapidly raise your cultivation."

Sensing the information regarding the mystical prints in their minds, both Philip and the Fourth Prince wore astonished expressions. The effects were too astonishing, and they found it hard to believe that there would be such a heaven-defying thing in the world.

However, they finally understood why the people on Fang Xingjian's side were all geniuses, improving rapidly in the past few months.

At the thought that they could also cultivate the ninth level of the mystical prints, they became extremely excited and filled with anticipation.

As for the others, they were extremely agitated. It was already very amazing for them to be able to cultivate up to the fifth level of the mystical prints. Now that Fang Xingjian had given them the remaining information up to the ninth level of the mystical prints, how could they not be agitated? They knew too well how heaven-defying mystical prints were.

However, Fang Xingjian did not have much of a reaction. To the current him, the ninth level of the mystical prints was no longer a threat. In fact, if there were sufficient materials, he would not mind giving everyone the cultivation method for the tenth level of the mystical prints.

He said calmly, "With the world's metamorphosis, the abilities of many Divine level experts are rising rapidly. Those below the Divine level are still just ants. Now that you guys have the ninth level of the mystical prints, you must make good use of your time and become Divine level experts as soon as possible."

Zhou Xingwen trembled as he clenched his fists tightly. A Divine level expert … what an unreachable name. He had never expected that he, Zhou Xingwen, would one day set a Divine level expert as his goal.

Fang Xingjian then turned to look at Fang Qian and Wang Xiaoyan, saying, "Later on, the Holy Light Clan will send the Panwu Heavenly Raiment over. You guys can modify it into a sword as well." He then paused for a moment before continuing, "Fang Qian, if it's possible, try to modify the Panwu Heavenly Raiment closer to the strong or weak interaction forces."

Fang Qian was slightly stunned and asked, "Why did you think of this? But... this is too difficult. I'm not a theoretical physicist. "

Fang Xingjian shook his head and did not answer Fang Qian's question. He merely said, "If it doesn't work out, then get people from Earth over. Anyway, try your best to get closer to these two directions."

Ever since Fang Xingjian pushed Alexander back, he had been recuperating while practicing the Abyss Longsword. At the same time, he was also thinking about his sword arts.

The universe relied on the four fundamental forces to maintain its own operation. Right now, he had grasped a hint of the profoundness of gravity and electromagnetic forces, but he could not help but think about the remaining strong and weak forces.

Although there were differences between Miracle World and Earth, they both had the heavenly thunders and terrestrial magnetism forces that corresponded to electromagnetic forces, and the astral forces that corresponded to gravity. If he could find the balance between strong and weak forces and condense them into the Celestial Eradication Sword Formation, how powerful would the prowess of the sword formation be?

Therefore, after giving Fang Qian instructions on the direction of her research, Fang Xingjian then looked at everyone's current situation.

After settling all the trivial matters, Fang Xingjian finally let out a sigh and said calmly, "Then can you tell me now? Why didn't I scan Lilia? Where did she go? "

Everyone instantly fell silent. Even though Fang Xingjian had not unleashed any of his powers and had only asked this question lightly, it still caused everyone present to feel waves of invisible pressure, as heavy as Mount Tai.

This was the pressure brought about by the Empire's number one sword.

...

Simultaneously, in a manor in the north of the Great Western Region, the entire manor had been built on a cliff. Surrounded by layers of clouds, it was like a paradise in the heavens, causing one to be dazzled.

The manor's owners were seated in the meeting room, with a white-haired old man sitting in the main seat. He had a stocky build, just like a crouching tiger, exuding an astonishing aura.

Seated below him were three men and two women, a total of five middle-aged men. All of them appeared elegant and dignified, and one could tell with just one look that they were either wealthy or of high status.

However, unlike the others, who were taking their time, a young man stood in the center of the hall. He appeared to be flustered and exasperated, and his eyes were bloodshot as he said, "How can you guys do this? Where's Lilia? If Fang Xingjian were to find out, he'll wipe out our entire manor. "

The leader coughed and said in an imposing manner, "Alright, Third Brother, how can you say such things? It's Lilia's good fortune that the Masters took her away. Moreover, we weren't the ones who did it. Even if Fang Xingjian were to find out, would he be able to blame us? "I'm Lilia's grandfather. Would I harm her?"

"That's right." A middle-aged lady sharpened her nails with a nail clipper and said impatiently, "If Fang Xingjian has what it takes, let him settle the scores with the Masters himself. Why is he looking for trouble with us?"

Another middle-aged aristocrat said, "How would he dare to look for trouble with the Masters? He'll at most come and ask us questions. At that time, we'll just get the Masters to come over and explain things. With Lilia being taken away by the Masters, our family's relationship with them will be even closer. From now on, we'll have a meteoric rise."

Speaking up to this point, everyone laughed as if they had thought of something delightful.

The young man sighed and said in a sorrowful voice, "You guys... Sigh, you guys have no idea how serious the situation is. Right now, even if the Masters were to come personally, they'd probably have to show some respect to Fang Xingjian. "

The middle-aged lady sharpened her nails as she smiled and said, "Third Brother, what nonsense are you spouting? This joke isn't funny. "

"Sigh." The young man shook his head and sighed, "The latest news is that one day ago, Fang Xingjian and Alexander fought in the sky above the Great Western Region. The two of them exchanged seven moves consecutively, and Alexander took the initiative to retreat. "Sigh, we weren't able to protect Lilia with our lives. We'd better think of how to make amends to Fang Xingjian."

As the young man said this, everyone present was shocked. The nail clipper in the middle-aged lady's hand dropped onto the ground with a clatter, but she did not seem to feel it. The news from earlier continued to echo in her mind.

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