If he wanted revenge, he had to have great power.
To Fang Xingjian, if he wanted to possess great power, the best path would be to learn sword arts.
And he already had some ideas on how to learn sword arts in Miracle World.
This was a world where the development of individual martial arts far surpassed that of Earth. The strongest of the Five Great Clans in Demonic City had all obtained a huge amount of resources from the other world.
This time around, Fang Xingjian should have been brought to Miracle World by sea after being kidnapped by Caroline. During this period of time where he was recuperating, it did not hinder him from getting information about this place from the old man. Most of the situation was very close to what he had understood in Demonic City.
In this world, levels, attributes, and techniques were all commonplace. They were taken for granted by all the people living here, just like the sky, the sun, and gravity.
Although he had long heard rumors about the other world in Demonic City, this was really the first time Fang Xingjian had come to this world.
From what the old man had told him, he knew that he was standing on an extremely large continent. Currently, there were a total of six countries on this continent, and his current location was near the west coast of the continent's largest country, the Sinkoda Empire.
"However, according to the Demon City government, Earth is only in contact with Uranlis, one of the six major countries. The other five major countries don't know much about Earth. They might not even know that Uranlis has joined forces with the forces of other worlds."
Fang Xingjian thought to himself, 'This seems to be the case from what I've heard from the old man. Ordinary people have no idea that their world has already been invaded by outsiders. 'I just don't know to what extent Uranlis and the Earth's government are working together …'
"Hey."
Fang Xingjian turned his head and saw the old man looking at him with an indifferent expression. The old man held a sword in his hand. The sword was covered in dust, stains, and grease, as if it was a fire stick that had been left in the house all year round.
Seeing Fang Xingjian turn his head, the old man stretched out his hand and tossed the sword to Fang Xingjian.
Clang!
The sword was unsheathed. There was no brilliance, nor was there any threatening chill. It was just an ordinary Western-style one-handed sword. It was 1.2 meters long and about three fingers wide. There were still many nicks on the blade.
"You brat, you're injured so badly, yet you still practice your sword every day. Do you want to go back and take revenge? Someone who can beat you up like this is not a simple character. "
Faced with the old man's question, Fang Xingjian did not explain.
Shaking his head, the old man continued, "This sword was left behind by me when I was a soldier. Since I have no use for it, you can take it."
"Thank you." Fang Xingjian looked at the old man seriously and said.
As he spoke, he sheathed his sword and walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
"North, Koster. I heard that there are many places to learn skills and train warriors. " Fang Xingjian said. This was a big city closest to the fishing village. He planned to look for opportunities there, gather information, and see if there were any places where he could learn sword arts.
He believed that in a world with attributes and skills, where one could train to become stronger, there would definitely be places like sects or associations to train strong warriors.
"Koster is very far, and the journey is very dangerous. Moreover, it's going to be winter soon. There will be blizzards and hungry wild beasts along the way. Even a large group of warriors might not be able to arrive safely. Aren't you afraid of dying on the way?"
"Even if I die, I'll still go." Pausing for a moment, as if to explain, Fang Xingjian added, "I don't have much time left." Indeed, if the will in the purple flames had not lied to him, he only had five years left.
He really did not have much time left.
The old man was silent for a moment before saying, "When you reach Koster, if you're not dead and still want to learn sword arts, you can go take a look at The School of Sword Arts."
Fang Xingjian turned back, only to see that the old man's brown eyes were slightly dazed, as if he had sunk into some memories.
The old man rubbed his eyes, waved his hand and said, "Go on, go on. Do what you have to do."
…
Across the entire world, although everyone had the possibility of becoming strong warriors, it might be due to the fact that they were too strong that the development of civilization in the world had slowed down.
Countless villages and towns were still in a state of ignorance, and the majority of the people had not been freed from manual labor. It was a little similar to the Middle Ages in Europe on Earth.
Moreover, because the average level of the people here was above level 5, most of the commoners had become the main force of manual labor, even more so than the horses.
"Hurry, hurry, we must reach the next campsite by tonight," the blonde manager of the merchant group shouted.
In the merchant group, Fang Xingjian had a sword strapped to his waist, and he was carrying goods that weighed over two hundred jin on his back, walking forward step by step.
…
In the middle of the night, Fang Xingjian clenched his teeth as he tore at the black bread that was as hard as rocks. He looked at the bonfire with a burning gaze.
…
Amidst the heavy rain, a horse carriage had been washed down a cliff. The managers of the merchant group were frantically urging the laborers and slaves to move, and even they themselves had no choice but to join the team.
Fang Xingjian's entire body was drenched by the heavy rain. His feet stepped on the muddy road as he walked up the mountain path. The rain was so cold that it pierced his heart, and the wet goods became increasingly heavy. However, his back remained ramrod straight.
…
"This is your pay." A bag of copper coins was thrown in front of Fang Xingjian. "Are you really not considering going to Firan with us? It's going to snow soon, and the road to Kirst won't be easy. "
"Thank you." Fang Xingjian accepted the copper coins and turned to leave.
"This lad, Old Master is talking to you." The brown-haired burly man stood up, but was pressed back down by the manager. He looked at the manager, puzzled. "Sir?"
He did not understand why the manager did not allow him to teach that arrogant lad a lesson. Fang Xingjian did not have any extraordinary powers, and it was obvious that he had not gone through the first transition. At most, he was just an ordinary level 9 commoner.
The manager shook his head and did not say a word. He only kept his gaze on the worn-out longsword at Fang Xingjian's waist, revealing a solemn expression.
Amidst the snowstorm, Fang Xingjian walked towards the north step by step. The frosty rain that was as sharp as knives scraped against his face, and the near-zero degree Celsius temperature caused his face to turn purple. He could only try his best to shrink his body, wrapping it in his fur, so that it would not be exposed to the wind and snow.
…
Under the starry sky, Fang Xingjian hid in the small hole he had dug. The bonfire beside him grew weaker and weaker, as if it would be extinguished at any moment. He kept shaking his body, as if this could reduce the loss of his body heat. His eyes burned with the flames of vengeance.
"Carolyn … Onassis …"
'Wait for me …'
…
Fang Xingjian sprinted and leaped at high speed. The sword at his waist was unsheathed, and drops of hot blood dripped down from the blade, splattering onto the snow plains, leaving behind a long trail of blood.
Tens of huge wolves let out furious and savage howls, chasing after Fang Xingjian. Even the smallest of these huge wolves was over four meters long. As they ran, they tore through the air, letting out sharp whistling sounds, as if they were armored cannonballs.
In this digitalized world, humans were not the only ones who could become stronger. There were also many powerful monsters.
These monsters were known as ferocious beasts in the world. They were wild beasts that had leveled up after countless battles.
These ferocious beasts lived in forests, plains, and rivers. Every year, countless humans traveling in the wild would be killed by them, and then devoured into their stomachs.
This world did not just belong to humans. Most commoners who had not gone through the first transition and grasped extraordinary powers might not leave their hometowns for the rest of their lives.
With a splash, Fang Xingjian jumped into the stream. The bone-chilling river water almost froze his body in an instant.
Turning his head, he saw that the huge wolves had stopped at the shore, hesitating. After chasing for a few hundred meters, they eventually dispersed.
After drifting for two kilometers, Fang Xingjian finally found an opportunity to climb up to the shore. He immediately took off his clothes and looked for a flint to start a fire.
He stood beside the bonfire, jumping around, drawing his sword, exercising, and his eyes shone with a beast-like gleam.
'I want to live on.
'Not only must I live on, I must also become stronger and stronger.'
Amidst the wind and rain, amidst the snow and ice, even in the loneliest night, Fang Xingjian did not fall. He kept his back straight, and his eyes shone with a wolf-like gleam.
He kept thinking about that night in the ancestral hall, thinking about the days he had spent in it. Those scenes kept replaying in his mind, causing his heart to turn colder and colder, and the fire in his eyes to burn brighter and brighter.
…
A man stood in front of Kirst's city gate. His clothes were tattered, and his hair was long and tangled. He looked like a refugee who had escaped from the dirtiest and lowliest commoner district.
The man's lips were chapped, and his face was pale. His cheeks were emaciated, as if he had gone through a famine. Only the man's eyes were still bright, like the stars in the night sky.
'I'm finally here.
'Kirst.'
The man was naturally Fang Xingjian. He lowered his head and looked at his Specialties Window. Unknowingly, there had been an additional specialization.
Elementary Survival Instinct. Increases your endurance and willpower, allowing you to ignore pain and endure hunger and cold. All non-fatal injuries will not stop you from fighting and struggling.
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