Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 268 Extreme Speed! Demonic Power! Cultivation Advances Three Stages!

Viewed from thousands of feet above, the inverted mountain of the Upside-Down Gate resembles a heavy iron sword hurled into the mortal world by a god.

The pitch-black rock formations gleamed with a molten iron-red hue under the setting sun. Gnarled ancient cypress trees grew wildly against the Earth's magnetic field, their roots clinging to the overhanging mountain peaks like a spider web.

The dark green tree canopy stretches down towards the surging sea of ​​clouds, resembling thousands of inverted bronze umbrellas.

Liu Qingmeng's body had now reverted from its lightning transformation state. She held a three-foot-long sword crackling with electric arcs, and her face was cold and stern, unlike that of a benevolent believer.

"Why would the Sect Master of Jiejian Mountain travel tens of thousands of miles to come to my Dian Dao Sect?"

After taking a few steps, Sha Jing approached Liu Qingmeng with a puzzled expression.

He naturally knew what Liu Qingmeng's purpose was in coming here; it was probably for Fang Can.

Didn't you close the Sword Mountain gates, clearly indicating that you're no longer involved in Fang Can's affairs?

Why are you changing your mind again this time?

Liu Qingmeng, dressed in a white mink coat, her exquisite face expressionless, stated her purpose directly:
Where is Fang Can?

Sha Jing felt a surge of anger rising in his heart as he was questioned rudely by Liu Qingmeng's cold voice, but he did not show it on his face.

There are still differences between different fourth job advancements.

The female cultivators of Jiejian Mountain all appear to be righteous, but when they fight, they are all bloodthirsty and ruthless.

Although he hadn't seen the leader of Jiejian Mountain make a move for over a decade, he wasn't confident he could defeat the woman in front of him.

More than a decade ago, the four major sects of Dayan fought fiercely over Jiang Ning'an, a girl with exceptional talent, all wanting to take her as their disciple.

This woman, who usually keeps a low profile, overwhelmed three sects with a single move.

Extremely fast—that was the assessment made by the three sects during that battle.

If it comes down to a fight, Sha Jing feels the odds are 10-90, well... he's being optimistic, he might get instantly killed.

More than a decade has passed, and this woman is only a little over a hundred years old, the perfect age for adventure.

Perhaps they have already attempted to break through to the fifth level.

In his estimation, among these many fourth-tier cultivators, the one capable of facing this guy head-on without defeat was...

Perhaps only Xiang Hongtu, the emperor of the Great Chu, could do that.

Both sides are fast!
The only difference is in the speed aspect.

On one side is extreme speed, on the other is monstrous power!
If Liu Qingmeng's ghostly figure was as swift as lightning, transforming into light in an instant—a feat beyond comprehension—then Xiang Hongtu's speed was simply as fast as a monster's.

While Liu Qingmeng's situation was still within their comprehension, the speed of that grand plan far exceeded their imagination.

Sand Whale still remembers it, eighteen years ago.

Several fourth-level cultivators from Dayan were invited by the Great Chu to attend the 100-day celebration of Xiang Hongtu's son.

At that time, a fourth-level shaman whose entire family had been killed by Xiang Hongtu unfortunately placed a curse on Xiang Longtao's 100-day celebration.

In short, pulling this stunt on such a joyous occasion directly angered Xiang Hongtu.

Facing the shaman who had already used spatial teleportation to escape hundreds of kilometers away, Xiang Hongtu only threw one punch.

As a fellow body-based martial artist, Sha Jing still vividly remembers the brilliance of that punch.

In the blink of an eye, Xiang Hongtu did not move, but threw a simple straight punch forward.

It directly crossed a distance of hundreds of kilometers, turning the shaman and the surrounding land within a ten-mile radius into ruins.

Everyone knew that it wasn't teleportation.

Because Xiang Hongtu's figure didn't move at all from beginning to end; he just swung his fist forward at top speed.

No one present at the time witnessed Xiang Hongtu making his move.

According to the usual script, Xiang Hongtu should get up, travel hundreds of kilometers to the top of the shaman's head, and then throw a punch!
But it's as if a large section of detailed description has been deleted, and it has become Xiang Hongtu throwing a punch, and the shaman hundreds of kilometers away is immediately blown apart by the force of the punch.

As for how the punch landed?
Don't worry about it, they don't know. They can't even see Xiang Hongtu throw a punch clearly.

Anyway, by the time everyone realized what was happening, the shaman had already been killed by Xiang Hongtu with a single punch.

That was a punch so fast it skipped the process and went straight to the result.

Afterwards, the title of "Power Demon" was bestowed upon Xiang Hongtu, saying that his exertion was like that of a monster, incomprehensible.

The worst thing about martial arts is that it's incomprehensible.

Because if you can't understand it, you can't analyze it, you can't target it, and you can't crack it.

Liu Qingmeng's body transforming into lightning and moving at the speed of light is still within acceptable limits.

But Xiang Hongtu's fists were even more unpredictable than Liu Qingmeng's.

After returning, he also secretly communicated with the fourth-level sect leader of the Tai Xuan Sect.

This leads to the conclusion that Xiang Longtao's legacy must be related to time or space.

Or perhaps time stopped at that moment!

There's no reason for Xiang Hongtu to come back and strike a pose after throwing a punch!

Or it could be the space that a punch can cross, a fist that can hit an opponent from hundreds of kilometers away.

But why can't anyone see the process of him throwing a punch?

It doesn't make sense that everyone at level four wouldn't be able to see Xiang Hongtu's punch clearly.

Moreover, even if Xiang Hongtu's lineage is understood, he will not be able to use that punch continuously.

The whale shark, however, was even less confident.

Because he couldn't even withstand the punch that killed the fourth-level shaman. Faced with such an unforgivable punch.

Even though they were both fourth-order, he was just a lowly magnetic field nobody who was instantly killed!

'He's fantasizing again... fantasizing about dying under Xiang Hongtu's fists.'

When the sand whale's consciousness returned to reality, its mind was filled with complex and incomprehensible thoughts, for it had truly been captivated by that punch eighteen years ago.

Looking at the opponent before him, who was also beyond his own power, the leader of the Upside-Down Sect explained with complex and incomprehensible emotions:
"Fang Can did come here yesterday, but he has been sent away now."

"Sent away?" Liu Qingmeng's figure, holding a sword, paused slightly. "Sent where?"

"Suxinzhai! Sect Leader Liu should be very familiar with this name," Sha Jing said casually.

"Suxinzhai!!!"

Liu Qingmeng's eyes widened slightly! This expression was caught by the sand whale.

With a hint of suspicion, he revealed his gleaming white teeth and said:

"Suxinzhai is a major sect in the field of Hehuan, so Fang Can, as a furnace cauldron, should naturally be sent there."

Watching the lightning explode and the figure vanish into a thunderstorm, a malicious smile appeared on the sand whale's face:
“A day and a night have passed now. By this time, Fang Can should already have a child.”

……

At this moment, decadent music filled the Suxinzhai Studio.

After a night of polishing, the sky outside the hall was already bright.

Under the tutelage of renowned masters like Fang Can, many cultivators of Suxinzhai have made significant progress in their martial arts techniques.

Even Yan Chuqing, who had been observing the entire process without participating, had his sandalwood couch soaked with sweat several times.

Years later, when she faces Fang Can again, Yan Chuqing will recall countless times that morning when Fang Can taught the disciples of Suxinzhai.

Even Yan Chuqing had to admit that Fang Can's bird was destined to be unable to be caged.

It possesses a lithe and heroic appearance, the courage to escape predicaments, and its feathers are so vibrant, its song so sweet and so wild, that you can only let them go.

Otherwise, if you open the cage to feed them one day, they will find a way to run away.

You know it's wrong to keep them locked up, so you're happy for them.

But in doing so, the place you live will still feel even dimmer and emptier because of their departure.
—Excerpt from Yan Chuqing's memoir, "The Redemption of Suxinzhai"

But at this moment, Yan Chuqing did not have the ability to foresee the future.

She was just heartbroken that she hadn't discovered and protected this most powerful furnace sooner.

This is a sacred body that is sufficient to carry forward the tradition of Suxinzhai!

While pondering, Yan Chuqing's eyes suddenly narrowed as she looked at the cultivators in the arena.

The female cultivator being carefully instructed by Fang Can was experiencing a surge in her cultivation, preparing for an advancement as her spirit reached its zenith!
He actually broke through from the second stage to the third stage of cultivation!

Upon seeing the female cultivator's behavior, Fang Can was about to get up to check when Yan Chuqing firmly pressed his shoulder down.

"Why are you leaving? Keep cultivating! What if she fails to break through her cultivation level if you leave!"

Yan Chuqing frowned as she spoke, and Fang Can had no choice but to teach her again, but her reaction was still a bit slower.

This immediately aroused Yan Chuqing's dissatisfaction: "You rascal, haven't you eaten yet? What are you dawdling about, slacking off for?"

Fang Can gets really excited when this is mentioned:

"Eat? I've been here for seven or eight hours and haven't even had a sip of water. I've vomited several pounds of food just from being made to vomit by you guys."

"Stop nagging! Hurry up and work harder, Nian'an is running out of energy to break through."

With dissatisfaction, Yan Chuqing pressed down on Fang Can's back and forcefully thrust forward rhythmically.

While pushing him back, he poured his heart essence into Fang Can's internal organs to boost his spirits.

'Does this count as a fourth job advancement for a TPG?'

Fang Can felt a little strange, but with the breakthrough being the priority, this was the only way!

Seeing Nian An diligently breaking through to the third stage, Fang Can dared not slack off and, for the sake of Nian An's martial arts path, sped up his pace.

"Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang bang! ... Bang bang bang x100!"

A cup of tea... a stick of incense... a quarter of an hour...

As time passes by.

Finally, after an hour, Fang Can reached the crucial moment and unleashed his martial arts potential.

Nian'an's bulging belly quickly deflated, a sign that he was transforming his martial arts potential into resources for cultivation.

Seeing this, Yan Chuqing behind him broke into a smile.

Thanks to Fang Can's efforts, their Suxinzhai will have another cultivator at the third level of cultivation.

Seeing the disciple who had successfully broken through to the third stage, Yan Chuqing stepped forward and asked, "How do you feel?"

"Very good, thanks to Fang Can, my cultivation level has been raised from the second stage to the early stage of the third stage." Nian An's face showed gratitude.

"What are you standing there for? Get back to work!"

Looking at Fang Can standing to the side, Yan Chuqing frowned and said, "There are still more than seventy people here, don't slack off."

"It's not that I want to be lazy," Fang Can said casually, pointing to the figure formed by lightning beside him.
"However, I might be taken away next."

(End of this chapter)