UGB Chapter 88 Mutual Killing
Chapter 88 Mutual Killing
Chapter 88 Mutual Killing (A Congratulatory Celebration for Yu Sheng's Subjugation as Alliance Leader Xiang Luan)
"Haha—I was being presumptuous. Your unyielding nature is quite to my liking. May I ask your name?"
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Zhao Wufeng laughed and asked.
"The rogue cultivator Fang Jin!"
Fang Qing remained expressionless, walked out of the shop, strolled around for a while, and then flew out of the market.
"Fellow Daoist, please wait!"
He hadn't flown far when a voice came from behind him.
Fang Qing scanned the area with his divine sense and recognized Zhao Wufeng.
He continued his escape without stopping until he reached a picturesque place with clear waters and lush mountains before slowly turning around. There he saw Zhao Wufeng, who had followed him at a leisurely pace: "Fellow Daoist, are you a sword cultivator?"
"Not bad—you cultivate [Kang Jin]? Seems like you're also a sword cultivator."
Fang Qing stood with his hands behind his back, slowly appreciating the scenery.
He had heard of the Zhao family of Kangjin before. It seemed that this family was the one that plotted against Li Rulong, but they were tricked by Li Rulong and lost their Dao Foundation seed, Zhao Wuxu.
"Haha, just as I expected."
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Zhao Wufeng laughed heartily, a three-foot-long sword appearing in his hand: "I am at the ninth level of Qi Conquest, and so am you, fellow Daoist. How about a duel to the death?"
"You—are you perhaps out of your mind? Or perhaps you're thinking of using a human pill, but unfortunately I cultivate [Lou Metal] and you cultivate [Kang Metal], they're completely incompatible—"
Fang Qing felt something was off.
"Fellow Daoist, you only know one side of the story, not the other—"
Zhao Wufeng, however, seemed quite confident in his own abilities, and sneered, "Within the Metal element lies a divine power called Mutual Killing."
"When we sword cultivators are of the same level, we can engage in life-or-death sword duels, forbidding all external forces. Victory can be decided solely by the swords in our hands, and the victor can use the loser's blood to temper the edge of their flying sword, greatly advancing both their cultivation and their natal flying sword—with our current cultivation at the ninth level of Qi Absorption, the victor will surely forge their Dao foundation! Fellow Daoist, you are my opportunity for establishing my Dao foundation!"
"Oh?"
Fang Qing had to admit that his understanding of the Golden Virtue realm was still inferior to that of the scions of these Golden Virtue families, and he was somewhat ignorant: "Mutual killing? Can it only be done between people of the same level? If a lower-level cultivator attacks a higher-level cultivator, shouldn't the benefits be greater? But if a higher-level cultivator kills a lower-level cultivator, shouldn't there be no benefit?"
"That's right. Even a single-turn flying sword can absorb its essence and advance to the ninth turn if it defeats a nine-turn flying sword in a life-or-death sword duel—but it's simply impossible. How difficult is it to defeat a higher-level cultivator? To be able to dominate at the same level is already a first-rate sword type!"
Zhao Wufeng said softly, "My sword is named Qingfeng (Azure Edge) — What is the name of your flying sword, fellow Daoist?"
"Me?"
Fang Qing took out his own cracked magical flying sword: "This sword—Nameless, you are indeed a bit stronger than that Zhao Wuxu."
"Hmph, a piece of trash who only knows how to use cultivation techniques and traps to take human pills to break through to the Dao Foundation—I am ashamed to be associated with this person. He only relied on being a direct descendant of the Dao Foundation to choose a seemingly easy path, but in reality he lost the heart of a sword cultivator. It is only right that he died and his sword broke."
Zhao Wufeng stared at the flying sword in Fang Qing's hand: "Your flying sword is damaged? As a sword cultivator, how can you be so careless with your own flying sword? Wait, you bought sword-forging materials before, was it to repair your flying sword?"
"What? Do you mean you're going to give me time to repair the flying sword?"
Fang Qing asked a question with great interest.
If that's the case, then this person is quite interesting.
"Fellow Daoist, are you perhaps joking?"
Zhao Wufeng sneered, "Fellow Daoist, your flying sword is not working properly. This is a golden opportunity for me—please!"
He flicked his sword with his finger, and the sword roared like a dragon, with sword energy overflowing everywhere.
Clearly, this person has reached the realm of condensing sword energy in swordsmanship. With the sharpness of this sword energy, few cultivators can rival him.
Whoosh!
Zhao Wufeng thrust out his sword, aiming straight for the center, like a white rainbow piercing the sun.
Fang Qing's flying sword flashed, producing a thunderous sound.
Click!
A flash of lightning, and Zhao Wufeng clutched his throat, his eyes gradually losing their luster: "No—it's impossible!"
"Although I still accept the power of the ninth level of magic, my swordsmanship realm will not disappear."
Fang Qing's expression was inscrutable.
After killing Zhao Wufeng with the etiquette of a swordsman, he immediately felt something different.
All sorts of profound mysteries of metal suddenly surfaced in his mind, and even the power of [Lou Jin] instantly soared to its peak as if it had taken a powerful tonic, seemingly wanting to directly forge the Sharp Edge Chapter.
Moreover, when Fang Qing picked up the Qingfeng Sword, he immediately felt a connection between his own flying sword and this sword.
It seems that as long as it is slightly refined with true fire, the Green Edge Sword can be melted and incorporated into this flying sword artifact.
At that time, this magical flying sword might even become a low-grade spiritual weapon.
This... as long as you kill the enemy, you'll gain all the cultivation, magic power, and flying sword quality? Is this what "mutual killing" means?
Fang Qing felt a chill run down his spine: "In this world, proper sword cultivators, once they encounter a bottleneck—they'll probably go out frantically, seeking suitable opponents for life-or-death sword duels."
If you don't get your flying sword refined smoothly, you might go out and find someone to fight with while you're refining your sword—wouldn't that make you a reckless fool?
Just now, he sensed some inexplicable supernatural power, or rather, the power of a secret ritual, in the void.
In other words, the life-or-death sword battles of sword cultivators are indeed a kind of rule of heaven and earth.
Or rather, the rules of heaven and earth are inscribed in gold!
If the "mutual killing" technique is combined with the method of consuming human pills, the probability of a sword cultivator advancing to the foundation of the Dao is almost 80% or even 90%?
"Nothing in this world can surpass the manifestation of the virtue of metal—"
Wait, what I should be more concerned about isn't that the Dao-Born Pearl concealed its cultivation level and actually managed to deceive this entire world?
If Heaven and Earth truly knew he was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and a higher-level sword cultivator could easily overwhelm a lower-level sword cultivator, there would be no sword dao feedback whatsoever.
However, Fang Qing did indeed feel the benefits of the "mutual killing" technique just now, so he was certain that he was indeed regarded as a "Qi-accepting sword cultivator" during the life-and-death sword fight just now.
This is clearly the great power of the Dao-born Pearl.
But what good would it do to achieve that? The sword dao insights and magical power of Qi cultivators—they're completely useless to me.
If I want to truly gain significant benefits, I still need to find a sword cultivator in the early stages of the Foundation Establishment realm for a death match—the more talented, the stronger their luck, and the more treasures they possess—the greater the benefits after victory! Of course, if I die, I can't blame anyone else.
Furthermore, in a life-or-death sword duel, all external forces are rejected. Therefore, methods such as talismans or even asking outsiders for help are obviously not feasible—forcing such a thing would definitely result in the failure of the ritual, and even if one wins, there will be no feedback whatsoever.
"Sword cultivators are truly insane!"
He flicked a spark, burning Zhao Wufeng's body to ashes.
"The Zhao family lost a Dao Foundation seed before, and now another one has died—I'm afraid there won't be any talent capable of breaking through to the Dao Foundation stage within the next hundred years."
For families with a strong foundation in Dao, such Dao foundation seeds are extremely precious.
Two of them died, and the lineage basically ended.
Fang Qing knew that the Zhao family had become his mortal enemy.
"Well, it's just a Dao Foundation Establishment family. This family has cultivated the [Kangjin] realm for generations, and produces many sword cultivators—famous for the [Gengjin Sword Technique]—that's about it."
Moreover, in a few days I'll change my appearance and become Fang Shui — [Lou Jin] Sword cultivator Fang Jin killed someone, and I'm imprisoned […].
What is the significance of the water in the foundation repair?
With a flash of sword light, the rock wall in front of him shattered instantly, and Fang Qing used his divine sense to manipulate the flying sword, creating a crude cave dwelling.
He sat cross-legged and took out Zhao Wufeng's Qingfeng sword.
This sword is three feet long, with a chilling light. It is unknown what materials it was made of, but it has become a single, seamless piece.
Even if a second-tier weapon-refining master were brought in, it would be difficult to separate the original mineral materials from the furnace.
But at this moment, as Fang Qing took out that magical flying sword and used the innate true fire of a Foundation Establishment cultivator to melt it, the Qingfeng sword melted rapidly. Drop after drop of molten metal seeped into the cracks in the sword's body, quickly filling them and then enveloping the entire flying sword.
A moment later, a fluctuation at the level of a low-grade spiritual artifact appeared.
"As expected—a low-grade second-tier flying sword, that's it!"
"I'm not even a second-tier weapon refiner, yet I'm incredibly relaxed—"
"But there's no way to preserve this molten metal or repair other magical artifacts—is this the power of supernatural abilities?"
Fang Qing placed the brand-new magical flying sword on his lap, sat cross-legged silently, and pondered what he had gained that day.
"Mutual Killing — Metal Virtue Divine Power — Engraved in Heaven and Earth?"
"This supernatural power must be attributed to Lou Jin!"
"【Lou Jin】is the proper position of metal, and the proper position represents the monarch—therefore, the supernatural powers associated with 【Lou Jin】will affect all cultivators of the metal element?"
"From this perspective, the Five Virtues and the proper positions of the sun and moon are both extremely important—possessing very strong symbolic meaning, perhaps similar to, or slightly less so than, the 'Yearly Ruler'?"
"It's a pity that my destiny is based on the 'Ji Water' element, but not the proper position of the Water Virtue element—I always feel inexplicably inferior."
After a short period of meditation, Fang Qing transformed his magical power into "Ji Shui" (箕水), nurturing the "Ji Gan Lin" (久甘霖) Dao Foundation, thus becoming a true and upright Dao Foundation cultivator.
As for her appearance? It remains the same as Fang Shui's.
My role, the essence of Dao Foundation, mainly involves healing and logistics—it's best to be kind to others.
Furthermore, his upbringing is clearly outlined and can be readily verified after the release of his child.
a few days later.
He traveled through the waves and came to Yuanqingfang again.
This time, the atmosphere in the market was noticeably more tense, with occasional golden-robed cultivators blocking the intersections to conduct checks.
"snort!"
Fang Qing snorted coldly, and the expressions of the golden-robed cultivators immediately changed drastically. They bowed respectfully, saying, "Zhao Dongshan (Donglai) greets Senior—"
"What happened?"
"Senior, we are from the Zhao family. One of our members was killed by a robber near this market, so we have come to investigate."
Zhao Dongshan answered hastily.
"I see—I heard that a Dao Foundation Exchange Meeting will be held in this market soon. Please lead the way."
Fang Qing nodded, his voice calm.
"Yes, please go ahead, senior!"
Zhao Dongshan immediately treated Fang Qing with utmost respect and invited him to a teahouse.
The teahouse has three floors, but the first and second floors are empty at this time.
Fang Qing arrived at the third floor and immediately felt a difference.
A stream of water faintly appeared in his hand, lifting the unseen curtain in front of him, and several streams of energy immediately emerged.
On the third floor of the teahouse, several Dao Foundation cultivators were already seated in twos and threes. Some wore tall hats and robes, while others dressed like old fishermen from the cold river. There were also several fairies with different temperaments, all of whom were looking over.
Sure enough, after reaching the Dao Foundation stage, the circle expanded considerably—this room contained more Dao Foundation cultivators than I had ever seen before.