Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 351 - 209 Overnight_2

Chapter 351: 209 Overnight_2

Fang Zhixing held the Dragon Slayer Treasure Saber with both hands and brought it down on the mecha’s head with a slash.

Boom~

The mecha split in half like tofu, then crumbled into rust that dispersed in the air.

Fang Zhixing was startled. When he cut down with his saber, it was as if he had struck air, with no rebound at all.

The mecha on the right charged at him.

Fang Zhixing didn’t rush to attack. After observing carefully, he noticed that the mecha’s surface was covered in patches of rust, continuously shedding flakes of iron.

He leaped backward, swiftly and deftly. The mecha pursued frantically, but obviously couldn’t match his speed.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing’s heart settled.

The mecha looked imposing but was actually only average in combat strength and very poor in quality, like a pile of rubbish composed of spare parts.

Fang Zhixing played with them like a cat with a mouse, becoming more and more at ease.

The remaining two mechas came at him together, but failed to even graze a corner of his clothes.

Soon after, the two mechas suddenly lunged forward and fell to the ground, crashing there, their parts scattering noisily.

In an instant, those mechanical fragments corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye, crumbling into dust and disappearing into thin air.

The world became quiet once more, eerily silent!

A strange feeling washed over Fang Zhixing’s heart.

The Transformers that Mr. Wang had encountered while spending the night in the Restricted Area must have been these mechas.

But this was supposed to be an Ancient Martial World—where did these mechas come from?

Fang Zhixing sheathed the Dragon Slayer Treasure Saber and walked back to the big tree in the dark, reaching for the rope.

During the fight, he had untied the rope from his wrist and thrown it on the ground.

"Eh, where’s the rope?"

Fang Zhixing searched where he remembered dropping the rope, groping around for quite some time, getting his hands muddy without finding it.

He had no choice but to expand the search area, feeling around within a few meters.

Just as he was searching,

suddenly, his hand touched something hard and smooth, seemingly a slab of stone.

Exploring further, he quickly outlined the shape of a rectangular stone slab in his hands.

"Young man, what are you feeling for?"

Out of nowhere, a voice came from the side.

Fang Zhixing’s heart chilled slightly, and as he looked up, he was immediately rooted to the spot.

Not far away, a vendor’s stall appeared, selling cloth dolls.

Behind the stall was a vendor, a middle-aged man with thin, long eyes and a goat beard, craning his neck to look at him.

Fang Zhixing stood up abruptly and surveyed his surroundings, only to find himself on a busy street.

The street was festively lit, bustling with people, seemingly in the midst of a festival.

Fang Zhixing inhaled sharply and turned to look at the city gate tower behind him.

Hung on the gate tower was a signboard, boldly inscribed with the words "Lingquan Town."

"Oh day!"

Fang Zhixing’s face darkened rapidly. He immediately approached the vendor and asked, "What’s the occasion today?"

The vendor smiled and replied, "It’s a day of great joy. A new Emperor is ascending the throne. Good days are coming for us commoners!"

"Are you talking about Emperor Mu Yuan?" Fang Zhixing inquired.

"That’s right!"

The vendor nodded repeatedly.

Fang Zhixing fell silent for a moment, then took out a Gold Ticket from his bosom and handed it over, saying earnestly, "I’ll buy a cloth doll."

The vendor was overjoyed but upon looking at the Gold Ticket, he suddenly froze. He turned it over and over, puzzled, "What’s this?"

"Don’t you recognize Gold Tickets?" Fang Zhixing asked.

The vendor replied, "Who doesn’t recognize Gold Tickets? But I’ve never seen one like this before. Is it fake?"

Fang Zhixing thought to himself, as expected.

If he had traveled back to the first year of Emperor Mu Yuan’s reign, people from that time would not recognize the Gold Tickets of the present.

"If you don’t recognize it, never mind, I won’t buy it."

Fang Zhixing took back the Gold Ticket and asked the vendor, "In Lingquan Town, who is the top expert?"

The vendor gave a thumbs-up and said, "Surely it’s our esteemed Mr. Sheng Baoquan."

Fang Zhixing nodded in understanding and quickly got the address of Sheng Baoquan and hurried there.

Shortly after, he arrived outside the largest mansion in the town. Upon looking, he saw that the front door was locked from the outside.

"Sheng Baoquan must have also gone to the temple fair tonight."

Fang Zhixing soon came to a realization and returned to the bustling street.

He strolled down the street at an unhurried pace, examining every passerby, every item on the vendor stalls.

Suddenly, he smelled a strong scent of medicinal herbs and lifted his head to see a herbal shop by the street called "Six Flavors Residence."

Fang Zhixing pondered for a moment and then entered the herbal shop.

There was only an old man in the shop, quite aged, almost past sixty, with plenty of wrinkles on his face, a thin and tall figure, wearing a hat that greatly resembled a Qing Dynasty-style watermelon hat.

With a chicken feather duster in hand, the old man was cleaning the counter when he suddenly saw Fang Zhixing step through the door and asked with a smile, "Customer, what are you here to buy? Do you have a prescription?"

Fang Zhixing casually asked, "Do you have Blood Transformation Grass?"

"We do!"

Far from hesitating, the old man nodded, asking earnestly, "How much would you like?"

Fang Zhixing replied, "Fifteen stalks."

The old man turned and walked to the back, opened a cabinet, and took out some dried herbs.

He walked back, placed them on the table, and asked, "Do you need any other herbs?"

Fang Zhixing didn’t answer but reached out and picked up the fifteen stalks of herbs.

Suddenly!

The System Panel flashed with light!

[Collected 36 stalks of Blood Transformation Grass (Ready, Complete?)]

Gurgle~

Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but swallow.

The events unfolding at this moment had already surpassed his understanding.

Fang Zhixing’s heart sped up, and his scalp tingled as he responded, "Do you have Heavenly Flowers?"

"We do, how many would you like?" the old man asked with a courteous smile, his face beaming with sincerity.

Fang Zhixing continued, "I’ll take twelve."

"Mmm, please wait a moment." The old man once again turned around and headed back to the cabinet.

This time it took a bit longer, but he also found a cabinet, opened it, and took out several dried flowers.

"Twelve Heavenly Flowers, would you count them?" the old man asked cheerfully.

Fang Zhixing cradled the flowers.

[Collected 12 Heavenly Flowers (Ready, Complete?)]

Confirmed!

The Blood Transformation Grass and the Heavenly Flowers were real.

So real, in fact, that they were recognized by the system!

Fang Zhixing was stirred, asking, "How much for both?"

"Not expensive, it’s a holiday today, you give this amount."

The old man raised his right hand, making a gesture.

Fang Zhixing paused then removed the Second Level Treasure Saber from his waist and placed it on the table, saying, "I don’t have money on me, can I use this Treasure Saber as collateral, what do you think?"

After examining the Second Level Treasure Saber, the old man praised, "Indeed, this is a fine saber. In that case, once you have the money, come back to redeem it, how does that sound?"

Fang Zhixing thought for a moment and replied, "I may not be able to return, you can dispose of this Treasure Saber as you see fit."

Upon hearing that, the old man was overjoyed and said, "Well, that’s wonderful, as long as you don’t feel at a loss."

"Not at all!"

Fang Zhixing was also very happy, feeling that everything was like an extraordinary dream.

He stuffed both herbs into his chest, quickly walked out of the herbal shop, and then, with a thought,

In a flash!

The two herbs turned to ash.

Fang Zhixing patted his chest, a handful of ashes scattering into the air.

He continued strolling through the streets and unwittingly walked to the end of the road.

Looking up in the distance, outside of Lingquan Town was pitch black, nothing could be seen.

Yet he didn’t stop, continuing to walk forward.

Suddenly, a large stone by the road caught his attention.

Fang Zhixing turned and walked up to the stone, barely making out a row of characters that seemed a bit blurred.

He grabbed a handful of dirt and smeared it over the stone, then blew a breath.

The characters immediately became clear.

It read: Luo Qianqian was here!

"Damn!"

Fang Zhixing took two steps back, his face a picture of astonishment.

He had never imagined that Luo Qianqian had also been to Lingquan Town.

"What on earth is going on here? Time travel?"

Fang Zhixing was incredulous, standing in front of the stone, his mind churning.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Fang Zhixing noticed the surrounding light dimming.

Looking around, Lingquan Town had vanished, and the large stone was gone as well.

A hint of dawn’s light was peeking over the horizon.

"Is it morning already?!"