Star Sky Professional
Chapter 65: Physical Examination (Please Like and Collect)

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Physical Examination (Please Like and Collect)

"Looking for death!"

The Qi Cultivation Late Stage cultivator’s expression turned cold as he shaped his fingers like a sword, the flying sword transformed into a stream of light, intending to strike Fang Xing.

This flying sword was a Top Grade First Rank magic artifact; under the manipulation of a cultivator in the Qi Cultivation Late Stage, its might was enough to cut through metal and jade!

But he was quick, Fang Xing was quicker!

Roar!

With one thought, the ’Dragon Intent Realm’ followed, catching the late-stage Qi Cultivator off guard. The flying sword trembled in mid-air as if it had lost control.

And in that brief moment, Fang Xing took a step forward and appeared in front of the Qi Cultivator!

The advantage of Body Cultivation lay in its explosive speed and high endurance!

Martial Artists from the Blue Star were similar to Body Cultivators!

To gain the upper hand, one had to fight swiftly in close quarters!

Fang Xing did not plan to entangle with this late-stage Qi Cultivator. Although he was confident that a few jabs from the flying sword could not kill him, being stabbed until he bled profusely was not a good look.

Body Cultivators would not rely solely on their Physique but chose more efficient ways to subdue the enemy.

He threw a punch, landing it on a bright red light shield.

This late-stage Qi Cultivator, experienced in combat, had activated the defensive light shield on his magic robe while stimulating the flying sword.

He wore a Top Grade vestment—a Red Cloud Taoist Robe, the activated protective technique named ’Fire Cloud Cover,’ ranked as a Top Grade First Rank spell, noted not only for its excellent defense but also for generating intense flames to scorch enemies.

But at that moment, a layer of silver-white gloves automatically covered Fang Xing’s fists, with a layer of the Golden Bell Shield defense outside, smashing heavily upon the light shield.

Having reached the Rough Jade Realm, he could now use Innate True Qi to stimulate the ’Golden Bell Shield Talisman’!

Almost with the first punch, the bright red light shield fluctuated violently.

"Not good!"

It was only now that the Qi Cultivator Late Stage regained his senses, looking at Fang Xing with eyes filled with fear: "Impossible..."

Sadly, it was all too late!

A surge of Innate True Qi condensed atop Fang Xing’s fist, suddenly transforming into another giant Fist Mark!

Boom!

As the double fists overlapped, the Fire Cloud Cover shattered instantly, countless sparks hot enough to melt iron scattered, hitting the ground and burning deep holes.

Fang Xing, bathed in fire, remained unharmed, like a god in the flames. He slightly raised his hand and, in a critical moment, slapped the flying sword’s blade away. He avoided the sharp edge, flicking the sword body with his finger.

Whoosh!

That flying sword immediately turned into a stream of light, embedding itself into the opposite wall.

"How can there be such a warrior in the world?"

The Qi Cultivator Late Stage glared wide-eyed, then was struck in the abdomen by Fang Xing’s punch, collapsing to the ground, curled up like a large shrimp.

"Let’s see your housing lease. If you have one, I’ll go find another place... If not..."

Fang Xing’s expression was stern; with one grab, he pulled the flying sword from the wall, gripping the hilt.

The flying sword buzzed, like a venomous snake grasped at the vital point, unable to move.

He extended his left hand, grabbed the cultivator’s neck, lifted his entire body, and shook him lightly.

The cultivator’s magic artifacts, talismans... fell from his body like rain.

"Spare my life, my lord..."

The late-stage Qi Cultivator’s face turned red, struggling to utter through clenched teeth: "I have no lease; I took over this house later on..."

"I thought so..."

Fang Xing tightened his grip, and a dragon’s roar seemed to echo in the void; the late-stage Qi Cultivator instantly fainted.

This battle erupted extremely quickly, ending in the blink of an eye. Faint sounds came from around, but they quickly subsided.

’Interesting!’

Feeling those subtle movements, a smile formed on the corner of Fang Xing’s mouth.

In this market, the territories of Spiritual Veins seemed to be tacitly divided between cultivators and demon beasts, each having their ’territory’!

Hunting and being hunted occurred at any time, all following the natural selection rule of survival of the fittest.

Just now, it had been the neighbors sensing their ’Lord’s’ territory being challenged. As it ended, they had all quietly acquiesced to Fang Xing taking over the place.

"Humans, too, are a part of nature... But I was just in class on Chuying Star a moment ago, coming over here to play in a battle royale is indeed thrilling!"

...

The Top Grade Cave Mansion was not small, comprising many houses, a garden, a medicine garden, an Alchemy Room, a beast pen, a basement, and so on...

And the concentration of Spiritual Energy here was so rich that it far surpassed other cave mansions.

Fang Xing felt his Qi and blood especially lively as he stood, the speed of converting Inner Breath almost twice as fast as at the temporary camp!

’What a great place, just the concentration of Spiritual Energy here is equivalent to eating half a bowl of Spirit Rice extra every day...’

He marveled silently and went down to the basement.

The basement was converted into a cage, temporarily binding an unconscious late-stage Qi Cultivator.

Fang Xing silently picked up a flying sword.

This was the most valuable trophy of this battle, a Top Grade First Rank flying sword; after all, the magic robe had been damaged during the combat... The sword was about a foot long, roughly 33 centimeters, the blade showed a bronze color, bearing simple cloud patterns, sharp on both edges, with the inscription ’Green Que’ on the hilt.

"Green Que Sword... What a pity, I have no Mana, so I can’t fly it... might as well use it as a dagger..."

He remarked sarcastically, then grabbed the late-stage Qi Cultivator’s hand, piercing his fingertip, drawing a drop of blood, which he fed into a white portable case at his side.

This was a ’Family Portable Medical Kit’ bought on the black market.

The medical kit ingested the blood and began to operate rapidly.

In less than ten minutes, a detailed medical examination report was presented before Fang Xing.

"As expected of a cultivator, he looks old, but his bodily functions aren’t bad... Could he live for over a hundred years? Could it be related to his Qi Cultivation Late Stage?"

"However..."

Fang Xing’s face showed a hint of disappointment after reading the final report, "There’s no abnormal body structure... It seems that the so-called ’Spirit Root’ isn’t any sort of flesh and blood tissue that can be transplanted..."

He naturally held some fantasies about cultivation.

But this live medical examination of a cultivator mercilessly shattered those vain hopes.

"However, this portable medical kit can only treat minor illnesses; the examination might not be detailed enough..."

Fang Xing fell into deep thought, "It would be best to send this valuable live specimen to the top medical laboratories of the Blue Star Federation... But obviously, I shall not do such a thing."

He raised his hand and pointed a finger, a burst of Innate True Qi as sharp as a sword directly pierced the cultivator’s forehead.

The cultivator let out a grunt and regained consciousness.

Upon laying his eyes on Fang Xing, he instinctively began to form hand seals and chant spells.

"Don’t hold onto any hope, I just fed you ’Erosion Immortal Grass’. Although this ’Erosion Immortal Grass’ can be refined into a Spirit Pill to enhance Mana, it’s poisonous in its natural form, making it difficult for cultivators to gather their Mana. For a Qi Cultivation Stage cultivator like you, to expel the poison of ’Erosion Immortal Grass’ would take at least twenty-four hours!"

Fang Xing spoke coldly.

"It’s the humble one who was disrespectful; may I know what you wish of me, Sir? I shall give my full cooperation!"

This Qi Cultivator immediately looked towards Fang Xing, a look of subservience and flattery spread across his face as he knelt swiftly.

The Loose Cultivators in Qinglin Square were all so pragmatic.

"Good, being flexible is the mark of a real man... What’s your name?"

"The humble one is named ’Zhou Tong’."

"Are you familiar with the black market and Ghost Market?"

...

Fang Xing casually asked for some intelligence, comparing each piece with the information provided earlier by Yu Xia.

Unfortunately, this Qi Cultivation Late Stage cultivator knew nothing about the details of the Secret Realm, but he was quite familiar with the black market.

"One last thing, do you remember how many people you have killed?"

Fang Xing’s face was expressionless as he posed the final question.

Zhou Tong’s expression stiffened, then twisted into a savage snarl, evidently sensing Fang Xing’s murderous intent, "I curse you..."

Whoosh!

A burst of Innate True Qi struck down, causing Zhou Tong to breathe his last.

"You’re no good person, and I am not in the habit of leaving loose ends..."

Fang Xing shook his head. Judging from the collection of items Zhou Tong had amassed, he knew this man was no simple character, most likely a bandit by origin.

Having made his contribution to medical science, it was time for him to die.

Ever since learning that the Core Formation real person had left, Fang Xing indeed became much bolder.

After all, with his current martial arts and equipment... he could virtually bulldoze through Qinglin Square.

Even if he encountered a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator, at the very least, he had a chance to escape.

Moreover... whether it was Yu Xia or Zhou Tong, both revealed that the Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators in the square were either dead or had run off with that Core Formation real person, causing the current disorder in Qinglin Square.

...

Several days later.

In a cave beneath the ground in the southeast of Qinglin Square.

Fang Xing, clad in black and covering his face, carried a large bundle on his back as he entered.

Underneath the mask was still that fierce-looking face.

Having refined his skin, sinews, and bones, he could now change his appearance at will, displaying any desired height, build, and facial features, be it handsome or ugly.

’I’ve already visited the Ghost Market; the quality of goods traded there was really low, mostly everyday supplies...’ he thought ruefully.

After reaching the Rough Jade Realm, cultivation was even slower than during the Sinews and Bones phase. To gather suitable elixirs and fence goods, he still had to make the trip.

The underground cavern was naturally formed but appeared to have been modified by cultivators later, featuring several entrances.

In the largest of these caverns, the walls were embedded with peculiar pearls emitting a soft, cool glow.

On the ground, several Loose Cultivators had already set up stalls to trade.

Fang Xing wandered around before stopping in front of an old man with white whiskers. The old man was stout and appeared vigorous despite his age. Passing cultivators quickened their pace as they passed, for he was indeed a Qi Cultivator at the Perfect stage.

In the current state of Qinglin Square, where no Foundation Establishment cultivators remained, he stood at the top.

What interested Fang Xing was the small flag at the old man’s stall, bearing the mark of the Fire Refining Workshop.

’It seems the event was sudden; not every major merchant has left...’ he thought to himself and approached with a respectful bow, "Elder... I wonder if this place accepts demon beast materials, second-hand magic artifacts, and spirit grasses?"

The old man looked up at Fang Xing, nodding curtly, using few words, "I’ll take them!"

"Good!"

Fang Xing nodded, opened his bundle, and began placing items out in front of the old man, one by one.

Upon seeing the gauntlets and the Green Que Sword, the old man’s expression turned much more serious, casting a surprised look at Fang Xing as he picked up a piece of wolf skin:

"First Rank Mid-grade, skin of the Green Wind Head Wolf, evaluated at twenty Low-grade Spirit Stones..."

Fang Xing frowned, "That price seems a bit low..."

"If the square hadn’t gone through its troubles, the price would indeed be higher, but this is all it’s worth now."

The old man shook his head, his response unwavering.