Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 247 - 160 Iron Bamboo

Chapter 247: 160 Iron Bamboo

The two left dejectedly.

Hongye watched them go and sighed deeply, "Thank goodness the Master personally took care of it, otherwise there would have been big trouble."

Fang Zhixing responded, "Ma Qiao and his companion do have some skill, but they are hardly reliable and are very dishonest."

Upon hearing this, Hongye nodded quickly and said, "If the Master decides to send them away, I will explain the details to the young master and lady."

By this time, she had completely sided with Fang Zhixing, although she had initially advised him to be more patient.

After all, those two were sent by the young master and lady, and as annoying as they were, they had to be tolerated.

Fang Zhixing fell silent for a moment and then shook his head, "No rush, these fools are delusional; they might still be of some use."

Hongye understood and said no more.

In the blink of an eye, two days had passed.

The Heavenly Treasure Chamber of Commerce delivered the thirty-year Iron Bamboo Fang Zhixing had ordered—100 pieces, and three pieces of hundred-year Iron Bamboo.

Fang Zhixing inspected them and found that the thirty-year Iron Bamboo was only as thick as an arm, and the hundred-year bamboo was only as thick as a thigh.

He picked up a fruit knife and forcefully chopped at the thirty-year bamboo.

Clang!

Incredible!

Fang Zhixing’s hand vibrated from the impact, and the fruit knife’s blade curled.

And the thirty-year Iron Bamboo? It merely had a slight white mark.

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, pulled out his Second Level Treasure Saber, and unleashed another cut.

Clang!

The powerful and heavy Treasure Saber chopped down on the bamboo, penetrating about...

One millimeter!

Fang Zhixing looked surprised and gasped, "This is way too hard."

He hurriedly tried chopping the hundred-year Iron Bamboo.

One slash only scratched the surface a bit.

"Hard! Damn hard!"

Fang Zhixing sheathed his saber, grasped the Wind Listening Blade, and fiercely chopped at the thirty-year Iron Bamboo.

Whoosh!

The mighty Heavy Blade, unstoppable, chopped down creating a two-millimeter deep cut.

"Hmm, with my physical strength, using the Wind Listening Blade, I can only cut through three pieces of thirty-year Iron Bamboo in one day at most."

Fang Zhixing pondered for a moment, then looked at the hundred-year Iron Bamboo and weighed his options.

In the end, he chose the hundred-year Iron Bamboo.

Because he felt that chopping down the hundred-year Iron Bamboo would undoubtedly be more challenging!

And based on past experience, the more he exceeded his tasks, the greater the improvement he gained.

"Come on, I hope I can chop down a piece of hundred-year Iron Bamboo within a month."

Fang Zhixing made up his mind and without hesitation, began chopping bamboo every day relentlessly.

After the incident with the prisoner transport, Yixiang House seemed to be forgotten, and no more messenger pigeons came.

Fang Zhixing was naturally pleased with this.

Meanwhile, Ma Qiao and his companion, after several days of silence, were overjoyed to find they had actually "completed" their task.

The two slapped each other on the back and frequented various brothels every day, indulging in pleasures.

Before they knew it, a month and five days had passed.

Clang!

With one chop, Fang Zhixing finally split the thigh-thick Iron Bamboo in two.

"Oh man, finally got you split..."

Fang Zhixing was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, his face showing indescribable joy.

"Split?"

Xigou came close, curiously tilting his head.

This month, Xigou had been eating three Third Level Upper Grade Meat Pills each day and had grown significantly in size.

After finishing the Third Level Upper Grade Meat Pills, Luo Keji had sent the next month’s supply on time.

This was very punctual, without owing any payment, impeccable.

Xigou lifted his leg and pawed at the hundred-year Iron Bamboo, clicking his tongue, "One bamboo, you’ve been tormenting over a month, nearly exhausted like a dog."

Fang Zhixing rolled his eyes in response, "Why don’t you try using the hundred-year Iron Bamboo to grind your teeth? The system only asked me to ’harvest,’ not necessarily to harvest an entire intact bamboo. There are loopholes to exploit."

Xigou said nothing more and turned away.

Teasing—his fangs, sharp as they were, could not match up to the hundred-year Iron Bamboo.

As he was leaving, Xigou reminded him, "Check your Wind Listening Blade; it’s been chipped and has notches now."

Fang Zhixing looked down and felt a headache coming on.

The Wind Listening Blade was so durable yet it still was no match for the hundred-year Iron Bamboo.

The hardness of the material was simply defy logic.

Fortunately, Fang Zhixing was a Forging Master himself, skilled in the art of blade sharpening.

It took him several days to grind the Wind Listening Blade until it shone with a cold light, regaining its sharpness.

Then, he continued chopping the second hundred-year Iron Bamboo.

Soon, another month had passed.

The second hundred-year Iron Bamboo finally snapped in two.

Indeed, Fang Zhixing was nearly worn out like a dog.

Even though he had enhanced strength, abundant energy, and astonishing stamina, two months of such desperate effort wore down even an iron man.

What was more excruciating, the Wind Listening Blade had once again notched, requiring more sharpening.

Fang Zhixing could only grit his teeth and persevere.

One morning, a young man suddenly arrived at Yixiang House, claiming to be sent from Wind Singing Pavilion.

The young man informed Fang Zhixing that they had located the Swordsman he had been searching for.

Fang Zhixing was delighted and immediately headed to Wind Singing Pavilion on Heavenly Treasure Street.

"Ah, young master, you’re here!"

The same white-bearded old man greeted Fang Zhixing with a smile and said, "Not many practice the Iron Bamboo Divine Sword Technique, and even fewer reach the Five Beasts Realm. It took us nearly two and a half months and much inquiry to find him,"

Fang Zhixing, without further ado, paid the remaining amount and then asked, "Where is he?"

The old man joyfully received the money, smiling contentedly, "Coincidentally, this man lives in the outer city, named Xing Laixuan, known in Jianghu as Iron Bamboo Xing. He is currently retired, spending his days at home playing with his grandson, not concerning himself with Jianghu affairs."

Fang Zhixing took the address and immediately rode to the outer city.