Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 735 - 392 Essence_2

Chapter 735: 392 Essence_2

"Let’s go, I want to meet that old Martial Sect elder again."

Fang Zhixing grabbed Xigou’s neck, lifted him, and with a flicker, instantly moved to the small temple outside the town.

Xigou took a careful look and saw in the temple courtyard, an gray-haired, hunchbacked elder was napping under the eaves, with a pile of chopped firewood in front of him.

Thump thump~

Fang Zhixing politely knocked on the door.

The elder in gray suddenly woke up, frowning as he looked towards the door.

He blinked, sizing up Fang Zhixing a few times before asking, "Young man, who are you looking for?"

"???"

Fang Zhixing was stunned for a moment, then he quickly realized that he, in the eyes of the old man in gray, was no longer seen as a monster.

The next second, the elder in gray suddenly noticed Xigou and immediately turned pale, as if facing a great enemy, and exclaimed, "You, what are you holding in your hand?"

"..." Xigou looked bewildered, utterly confused.

Had this old man never seen a dog before?

Fang Zhixing lifted Xigou and said earnestly, "The monster I just caught."

The elder in gray urgently said, "Kill it quickly!"

Xigou couldn’t help but bare his teeth and growl.

This growl, trivial as it was, caused the already tense elder in gray to slip, falling onto his buttocks.

The elder scrambled to his feet, grabbed the iron stick leaning against a pillar, and hoisted it up, assuming a battle stance.

Seeing this scene!

Fang Zhixing and Xigou exchanged thoughts for a moment.

Then, all of a sudden, Xigou rolled over, freed himself from Fang Zhixing’s grasp, and quickly fled.

Fang Zhixing did not chase after him, simply waving his hand and saying, "Old man, I’m thirsty, could you give me some water to drink?"

The elder in gray, still unsure, paused for a moment, put down the iron stick, and answered, "Come in."

Fang Zhixing pushed the door open and casually sat down on a wooden stool in the courtyard.

The elder fetched a gourd ladle, scooped up some water from the water jar, handed it over, and asked again, "What is your honorific?"

"My name is Fang Zhixing, a mere commoner, wandering everywhere," Fang Zhixing said vaguely.

The elder’s eyes flickered seriously, "You managed to catch that monster alive, presumably your cultivation has reached at least the Great Martial Master Realm, huh."

Fang Zhixing glanced at the iron stick and smiled, "Old man, you must also be a practitioner of martial arts. Seeing your vigor, could you perhaps be a Martial Sect expert?"

The expression of the elder in gray eased, a trace of pride appeared between his brows as he sat down across from Fang Zhixing and sighed, "To be honest, my name is Fan Hichao, formerly an elder of the ’Divine Treasure Sect.’

Fang Zhixing showed a surprised expression and stuttered, "Could it be, that Divine Treasure Sect?"

The elder in gray nodded and sighed deeply, "Indeed, the very Divine Treasure Sect that was tragically destroyed, ah, more than fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye."

Fang Zhixing realized, and praised, "You, sir, survived such a calamity, surely must have great fortune by your side."

The elder waved his hand, a sad smile on his face, "What great fortune? The day the Divine Treasure Sect was destroyed, I just happened to be out on errands, and thus I narrowly escaped that disaster."

Fang Zhixing continued, "There are various legends in Jianghu about how the Divine Treasure Sect was destroyed, with numerous and conflicting stories. I wonder what the truth actually is?"

The elder could not help but show a sad expression, reminiscing, "Ah, speaking of which, it was all my fault.

That year, as I traveled, I passed a village and chanced upon a young boy. I discovered he had an extraordinary constitution, a rare genius for martial arts, and so I brought him back to the Sect for careful cultivation.

The boy quickly made a name for himself, and everyone in the Sect spoiled him, indulging him.

Over time, he became increasingly arrogant and despotic, making himself disliked by everyone.

LATER, another talented disciple emerged, brilliant and stunning, stealing all his limelight, leading him to become twisted in mind, growing more radical in his actions, unchangeable even with repeated admonitions.

Our Divine Treasure Sect practiced the ’Divine Treasure Stick Technique,’ spiritually communicating with the ’Demon Quelling Divine Treasure Heavenly Honored,’ warding off demons and upholding righteousness, honest and open.

After his psyche twisted, that boy secretly began cultivating Evil Techniques, spiritually communicating with an ancient Evil God, eventually giving rise to an Apocalypse Level evil creature ’The Dust Serpent,’ leading to the entire Divine Treasure Sect’s destruction."

Recalling these sad events, the old man lamented deeply, tears streaking down his face.

"Elder, please take care of yourself."

Fang Zhixing consoled him briefly, then steered the conversation gently, "We cultivators, in communicating spiritually with Void Spirits, always face unpredictable and extreme dangers. There were several times I nearly went astray."

The elder looked up, curious, "I’ve yet to ask, which Sect do you hail from?"

Fang Zhixing explained, "I belong to no sect and follow no masters, I just found a Cultivation Technique and have been cultivating it on my own until now."

"Really?"

The elder in grey was greatly astonished and exclaimed, "Someone cultivating on their own and reaching the Great Martial Master Realm at such a young age; could it be that you are a once-in-a-lifetime genius?"

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Fang Zhixing’s wrist.

Immediately, a warm current seeped into Fang Zhixing’s body, circulated around, and then returned back to the elder in grey.

"Top-notch constitution!"

The elder in grey was deeply moved and gave a thumbs-up, "You truly are a Martial Arts prodigy!"

Fang Zhixing’s face was filled with distress as he spread his hands, "What use is a good constitution if I don’t have superior Martial Arts..."

The elder in grey was taken aback at first, then laughed heartily, "You lack Martial Arts; you should have said so earlier!"

He stood up, walked inside the house, and quickly returned with a tattered scroll in his hand.

"Here, for you," he said with a happy smile.

Fang Zhixing took it into his hands and spread it out, reading it intensely.

It was none other than the "Divine Treasure Stick Technique" recorded on the scroll.

Most of the text was familiar, and Fang Zhixing could recognize it but barely understood it.

However, many of the characters were extremely unfamiliar and never seen before.

Fang Zhixing asked in surprise, "Your sect’s ultimate skill and you’re just giving it to me like this?"

The elder in grey laughed, "My Divine Treasure Sect has already perished. What use is there in keeping the techniques? If you can make this Divine Skill renowned once again, I should be thanking you."

Fang Zhixing solemnly said, "I would like to take you as my master and request you to pass on your skills."

The elder in grey waved his hand, "There’s no need to take me as your master. I don’t have many years left, and there’s no need for you to carry any burdens on my behalf. But I will certainly teach you well, sharing all I know."

Overjoyed, Fang Zhixing immediately asked him to teach, dissecting each word and sentence.

The elder in grey was an open book, patiently explaining everything.

Soon, Fang Zhixing understood the contents of the Entry Level Cultivation Technique.

In the Martial Saint World, the cultivation method involves "Breathing" in the "Heaven and Earth Essence" to strengthen oneself.

The so-called Heaven and Earth Essence is actually Life Metal Particles that drift between heaven and earth.

Furthermore, only those born with a good constitution can sense the existence of Heaven and Earth Essence.

Who has this constitution is entirely natural, determined from the moment of birth.

Thus, in the Martial Saint World, most people lack this constitution and cannot practice Martial Arts.

Martial Arts, firmly controlled by a few.

This causes these fortunate few with the right constitution to, after acquiring powerful strength, rule as kings and look down on other living beings as if they were ants.

Martial Sect!

Martial King!

Martial Saint!

They prey on the common people and do as they please!

And that’s not all.

After entering the martial way, martial artists must spiritually connect with Void Spirits, similar to Visualization Totems.

The various sects and noble families usually connect with a specific, unique Void Spirit.

This is somewhat like a religious belief, adhering to a particular deity.

However, some martial artists are mentally fragile or lack determination; during their spiritual connection, they either become distracted or are misled, eventually establishing a connection with an evil Void Spirit.

Once this spiritual synergy occurs, it’s like heaven’s thunder meeting earth’s fire, utterly uncontrollable.

Afterwards, an evil being is conceived and born into this world, wreaking havoc.

It’s not hard to imagine that the martial artists of Martial Saint World are veritable disaster-making machines, intermittently creating evil beings, spreading chaos throughout and making lives miserable.

"The Sea God wasn’t wrong; the reason Martial Saint World has become like this is all due to their own doing."

Fang Zhixing’s heart was filled with unspeakable frustration.

This Martial Saint World, more a disaster of man than of nature...