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Chapter 187 Bamboo Shadow Tempering Manual, I'm Rich! (Update 45 of 2 words)

"Shall we go to the Martial Arts Pavilion first?"

Wei Banmeng's cool voice rang out in the slightly noisy corridor, carrying a sense of decisiveness and competence.

"Let's choose the Great Sun-level martial art provided by the Federation to avoid any unforeseen complications."

Chu Kuanglan grinned and said in a deep voice, "Hehe, that's true. Although each of our families has a strong heritage, the Federation's armory might be hiding some lost ancient techniques or some particularly useful items."

Lu Jiuyuan nodded in agreement, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Fang Qingyu had no objection to this.

"Have you decided what type of martial art you want to choose?" Wei Banmeng turned her head to look at Fang Qingyu, her cool eyes asking.

Fang Qingyu replied almost without hesitation: "Hard skills are still the best."

Enhancing physical strength has always been one of the core cornerstones of a martial artist's power system.

Moreover, the current 49 points of Golden Body attribute are by no means the end.

Currently, having mastered one and two near-mastered hard skills seems insufficient to push his physical body to its limits, so choosing another hard skill would be reasonable.

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The money is almost gone.

The previous harvest from the insect nest in Qingjian City and the rewards from the Songdu Pit, a terrifying fortune of more than one small goal, were all consumed like flowing water when the Immovable King Technique and the Annihilation Transformation Body were breaking through their bottlenecks.

Wei Banmeng was taken aback when she heard this.

"I remember you've already mastered one hard skill, and are almost at the end of two, right? Do you still want to choose another hard skill?"

Fang Qingyu nodded: "Hasn't physical strength always been the foundation for a martial artist to become stronger?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan both looked at Fang Qingyu with a hint of awe.

They know all too well how difficult it is to master hard skills!
It's not just a bottomless pit of resources, but also an extreme torment to the body and will!
This Fang Shen not only practiced it, but mastered three of them? And now he wants to learn another Great Sun-level hard skill?!

Is he trying to turn himself into a walking human fortress?
Wei Banmeng was only slightly puzzled for a moment, but quickly regained her composure and nodded slightly.

Fang Qingyu looked at Wei Banmeng and changed the subject.

With a hint of helplessness and a touch of...

"However, the money is almost gone."

Fang Qingyu looked at Wei Banmeng with a frank and direct gaze:
"Are there any places in the capital where we can hunt Fate Ghosts? Ideally, a place where we can quickly acquire resources without delaying our access to the 'Abyss'?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Banmeng paused slightly.

His usually cool and aloof brows furrowed unusually, as if he were deep in thought.

Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan exchanged a glance, their faces showing a hint of hesitation. Their lips moved, but in the end, they said nothing.

A few seconds later, Wei Banmeng's brows relaxed, as if she had made a decision. She looked at Fang Qingyu and said in a very low voice, "Yes."

She paused, then added, "I'll take you there later."

Chu Kuanglan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to remind someone of something, but Lu Jiuyuan gently tugged at his sleeve, and he swallowed his words back.

Wu Fa Ge is located in the core area of ​​a certain floor of the building.

Its security is even tighter than that of a typical branch of the Sanctuary.

The heavy door requires multiple levels of authorization to open.

Stepping inside, a breathtaking view unfolds before your eyes.

The vast space was divided into countless bookshelf areas, each labeled with a dense list of martial arts techniques, their descriptions, and types.

The air was filled with the scent of ancient paper and ink.

Look around.

Fists, palms, fingers, claws; knives, spears, halberds; body movements; footwork; visualization techniques; hard skills.
Categorized into categories, as vast as the ocean!

Even the disciples from top martial arts schools slowed down at this moment, their eyes focused on the bookshelves, carefully selecting the one that best suited them or could make up for their weaknesses.

After all, each family has a strong core tradition.

But the vastness of the federal arsenal always brings unexpected surprises.

Fang Qingyu had a clear goal and headed straight for the area marked "Hard Skill Training".

On the light screen, the names of various powerful, heavy, and eerie Great Sun-level hard martial arts techniques scrolled rapidly:
"The Indestructible Vajra Body" and "The Nine-Turn Mystic Tortoise Shell".
Each one comes with simple text instructions and simulated images.

Fang Qingyu's gaze swept quickly across the area.

The Vajra Indestructible Body technique is incredibly powerful, but it slightly overlaps with his existing Immovable King technique.

The Nine-Turn Mystic Tortoise Armor is more defensive, with slightly weaker counter-attack power.
finally.

Fang Qingyu's gaze settled on a martial arts technique whose name was not particularly domineering or flamboyant.

The Bamboo Shadow Body Tempering Manual!
On the screen, the introduction consisted of only a few words:
"Observe the resilience of green bamboo, bathe in the coldness of moonlight. Refine your body like bamboo, each joint penetrating the void; temper your body like a shadow, the real and the unreal intertwined. The body combines strength and gentleness, with unparalleled resilience. At the peak, the body is like ancient bamboo, capable of deflecting immense force without leaving a trace, and also capable of rebounding force as if it were a shadow following you."

The energy simulation image next to it did not show the bulging muscles or dazzling golden light that one might imagine.

Instead, it was a blurry figure practicing under the moonlight and bamboo forest. The movements were smooth and full of resilience. The emerald green bamboo shadows swayed around the figure. The cool and cold air, like moonlight, circulated. Sometimes it would deflect the violent power that came at it like water ripples, and sometimes it would suddenly rebound like the tough bamboo body!
"Resilience, stress relief and rebound, combining strength and flexibility"

A glint flashed in Fang Qingyu's eyes.

His previous three hard skills were Heavenly Drum Thunder Sound Body, which mainly amplified vibrations; Immovable King Skill, which mainly provided rigid defense and a strong foundation; and Annihilation Transformation Body, which mainly provided high-temperature erosion and resistance.

All three lean towards the "hard" aspect.

The core of this "Bamboo Shadow Tempering Manual" lies in its "resilience," "unloading," and "rebound," as well as its unique characteristics of "softness" and "the interplay of emptiness and fullness."

This is precisely the relatively weak link in the current Golden Body Hard Skill system.

It's a bit strange that all the hard skills we've seen so far require reaching perfection before they can develop their unique characteristics. Before reaching perfection, there's only a difference in the amplified physical strength.

"That's it!"

Without hesitation, Fang Qingyu entered the area and obtained the Bamboo Shadow Tempering Manual.

As a follower of the Gods, Jiang Wei was unable to cultivate martial arts.

Her reward was directly converted into an equivalent amount of Transcendent-level Meditation Flower resources, in equally generous quantities.

Wei Banmeng and the other two also each chose their preferred martial arts techniques.

"Let's go." Wei Banmeng packed her things and gestured for Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei to follow.

Return to the blessed land of Longyuan Pavilion.

Wei Banmeng stopped and waved decisively at Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan: "You two, go train."

"Ah? Junior sister."

"Go!" Wei Banmeng glanced at him, her expression leaving no room for argument.

Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan immediately deflated, their heads drooping, and they walked towards the comprehensive training ground, looking back every few steps.

Wei Banmeng then led Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei towards a secluded pavilion hidden among lush bamboo deep within the blessed land.

The pavilion with its flying eaves and brackets exudes an ancient charm; it is none other than Yan Shouzhen's residence, "Shoujing Pavilion".

Reaching the bluestone path in front of the pavilion, Wei Banmeng stopped and turned to Fang Qingyu, saying, "Wait here for a moment, I'll go ask my master for instructions."

Fang Qingyu nodded, took Jiang Wei's hand, and stood quietly beside a clump of swaying green bamboo.

As soon as Wei Banmeng turned around, she lifted her foot.

Before he could even take a step, his movements suddenly stopped.

As if sensing something, her body trembled very slightly. She then slowly turned around, a strange look of astonishment on her usually cool face, looking at Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei, her voice tinged with uncertainty:

"Let's go. Master has agreed."

"Ok?"

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei were both taken aback, looking at the tightly closed wooden door of the attic, and then at Wei Banmeng.

So you agreed? Without even stepping inside?
Wei Banmeng was clearly in a state of brief confusion, but she quickly recovered, took a deep breath, and her eyes became solemn: "That place...you must keep it a secret. No one, no matter who, can tell anyone." Her tone was more serious than ever before.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.

Wei Banmeng never asked them to keep the existence of the blessed lands, the rules of the Hidden Dragon Project, or even the secrets of the Origin Tide.

Why is it necessary to keep the secret so carefully when going to the place to hunt down the Ghost of Fate?

“Okay.” Fang Qingyu nodded without hesitation.

"Mmm." Jiang Wei nodded her little head seriously.

"Follow me." Wei Banmeng said no more and turned to walk towards the edge of the blessed land, an area shrouded in dense spiritual energy and mist.

Passing through the misty fog, the view suddenly opened up to a relatively open flat area.

In the center of the flat land stands a building with an extremely simple design, made entirely of a matte black metal.

The building is not tall, only one story, square in shape, without any windows, only a heavy, black metal door, next to which is an inconspicuous identification panel.

The entire building exudes a cold and solid aura, standing out starkly from the vibrant and idyllic surroundings.

"right here."

Wei Banmeng walked to the door, took out a card, and swiped it across the recognition panel.

laugh--

The heavy metal door slid open silently, revealing a wide staircase, also made of black metal, that extended downwards behind it.

A chilling aura swept over us.

"Follow."

Wei Banmeng was the first to step in.

Fang Qingyu, holding Jiang Wei's hand, followed closely behind.

The door closed silently behind them, cutting off the sunlight and vitality of this blessed grotto.

The passageway was dimly lit, with only faint illumination provided by the pale blue indicator lights embedded at the bottom of the walls, and the air felt stuffy and oppressive.

As you descend the steps, the slope is gentle, but the depth far exceeds your expectations.

We walked down several hundred meters, passing several heavy alloy gates along the way.

Before each gate stood a guard with a solemn expression.

These guards are at least at the peak of the Profound Realm.

Several of them even possessed a harmonious aura that subtly resonated with their surroundings, clearly indicating that they were martial arts masters!
When Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei, two unfamiliar faces, appeared, the guards' sharp gazes locked onto them instantly like searchlights, and an invisible pressure pressed down like a mountain, as if the air had frozen.

"Nephew Wei?"

A stern-faced middle-aged master blocked their path, scrutinizing Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei with obvious doubt and wariness.

“Uncle-Master Qin.” Wei Banmeng immediately stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said quickly, “Master has agreed to let them enter the lower level.”

The grandmaster, referred to as Uncle Qin, frowned and lingered on Fang Qingyu for a moment, seemingly assessing something.

Finally, he slowly nodded, stepped aside to make way, and said in a deep voice, "You know the rules. Keep an eye on them."

“Yes, Uncle-Master,” Wei Banmeng replied. Similar scenes repeated themselves in the following levels.

Every time Fang Qingyu was scrutinized by a Grandmaster-level guard, he could clearly feel the power and probing intent contained in the guard's gaze.

If Wei Banmeng hadn't always promptly invoked "Master's consent," they probably wouldn't have been able to move an inch.

The further down you go, the stronger the chilling, unsettling atmosphere becomes, as if countless icy tentacles are writhing in the darkness.

The walls on both sides of the passage have changed from pure metal to a composite material mixed with some kind of dark red crystal. Inside the crystal, there seems to be a viscous liquid slowly flowing, emitting a faint red light.

Finally, after passing through the last alloy gate guarded by two elderly men with white hair and beards, whose auras were as deep as the sea.

The three of them arrived at the end of the passage.

Before them stood an enormous gate, forged entirely from dark, inky metal covered with mysterious runes!
The massive gate is ten meters high and over five meters wide, with a chilling darkness and coldness faintly emanating from its cracks.

On either side of the gate sat two elderly men, like two stone sculptures, their auras blending seamlessly with the massive gate.

"Senior Uncle." Wei Banmeng stepped forward and respectfully bowed to one of the elderly men who was resting with his eyes closed. "This disciple wishes to go down and take a look. Master has granted permission."

The old man slowly opened his eyes; they were cloudy eyes that seemed to pierce through the void.

His gaze swept calmly over Wei Banmeng, pausing for a moment when it landed on Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei. A very subtle hint of surprise seemed to flash across his cloudy eyes before returning to silence.

"Ah."

The old man nodded very slightly, and his withered fingers lightly touched the air in front of him.

hum-

The dark runes on the surface of the giant gate suddenly lit up with a ghostly blue light, flowing as if they were alive.

A deep, resonant sound, as if from the depths of the earth, rang out, and the massive, heavy door silently slid open, creating a gap just wide enough for two people to pass side by side.

An even colder and darker aura surged forth like a tangible tide!

"Walk."

Wei Banmeng whispered, taking the lead into that deep darkness.

Fang Qingyu gripped Jiang Wei's hand tightly and stepped inside!
The door slammed shut behind them, completely cutting off their way in.

Before me was pure, pitch-black darkness!

The night pilgrimage began, and the view became instantly clear, but it also brought an unprecedented shock.

Fang Qingyu's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.

What came into view was not the empty cavern or dark passage I had imagined.

What came into view was an unimaginably huge circular space!
The dome of space stretched high and far, disappearing into the deeper darkness.

The ground was rugged and uneven, covered with jagged rocks and bottomless cracks.

But what truly made Fang Qingyu's muscles tense instantly, his blood surge instinctively, and the Dragon Sparrow Blade emit a low hum in its sheath was the dense, layered, writhing black tide that filled his entire field of vision.
Ghostly Fate!

Countless black titles and badges, like ink splattered on a scroll of hell.

Instantly, Fang Qingyu's field of vision was filled!
Low-ranking ghouls, swift claw demons, venom-spitting aliens—they come in all shapes and sizes, and their sheer numbers are terrifying!

They either staggered among the strange rocks, lurked in the shadowy crevices, or tore and devoured each other. The air was filled with a thick stench of sulfur, blood, and decay, mixed with the cold and chaotic aura emanating from the ghosts themselves.

This place is practically a living den of mortals!
"this!"

Fang Qingyu's voice carried a hint of disbelief and shock.

He never expected that such a huge and terrifying horde of ghosts would be hidden directly beneath a place like the Dragon Abyss Pavilion!
Moreover, judging from its scale, it was definitely not formed overnight.

Wei Banmeng's cold voice rang out in the darkness.

“This is where we usually train.” She paused, her gaze sweeping over the horde of spirits lurking in the darkness. “If you want cash, just kill a few more.” As for the materials, I’ll help you sell them.

Fang Qingyu frowned, his gaze sweeping across the vast underground space like lightning, sensing the almost tangible, chilling evil aura: "Is this the lair of the Death Ghost?"

He simply couldn't understand why such a large number of ghosts would be allowed to exist beneath the sacred grounds of a top-tier martial arts school.
Moreover, judging from the level of those guards, they were clearly on guard, not eliminating!

Wei Banmeng shook her head slightly, her tone carrying a hint of subtle complexity and evasiveness: "Strictly speaking, it's not a nest. But I can't say the specific reason."

Although Fang Qingyu had many doubts upon seeing this, he understood that it must involve the secrets of the Dragon Abyss Pavilion.

Because I didn't ask any more questions.

However, after forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he once again turned his gaze to the horde of life-destroying ghosts that resembled a black ocean.

After the shock.

An indescribable heat instantly replaced the surprise and doubt.

These monsters, which appeared ferocious and terrifying to others, transformed into the purest and most alluring qualities in Fang Qingyu's eyes.
Skill points!

Fang Qingyu abruptly turned his head to look at Wei Banmeng, his eyes sharp as knives, filled with an eagerness for confirmation: "Really... I can kill him at will?"

Wei Banmeng looked at the almost burning fighting spirit in Fang Qingyu's eyes.

A rare, wry smile appeared on his usually aloof face, as if he were seeing a child locked outside a candy store finally getting the key.

She nodded firmly: "Of course. As long as you don't leave the area of ​​this 'trial ground' and don't try to break into the deeper forbidden zones, you can kill as many as you want."

"it is good!"

Fang Qingyu's answer was only one word, but it was as powerful as a thunderclap!

The words have not yet been spoken!

"Qiang——!!!"

The Dragon Sparrow Slayer has been unsheathed!

Brilliant starlight and electric arcs, along with raging crimson flames, instantly coiled around the blade, bursting forth with dazzling light, like a small sun igniting in the darkness!

The sharp white light of the metal element's rotating force flickered uncertainly on the blade!

Om-!
Golden light and dark fire erupted simultaneously.

Fang Qingyu transformed into a bolt of lightning crackling with golden, crimson, and white destructive light!

Boom! ! !

The black rock beneath their feet shattered instantly!
Fang Qingyu's figure shot out like an arrow, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, and crashed into the boundless sea of ​​life ghosts!
"Roar--!!!"

"hiss--!!!"

The roar of the demon was instantly ignited!

Like boiling oil being thrown onto a boulder!

The outermost low-level spirits didn't even have time to react before they were crushed and incinerated by the destructive force field generated by the violently charging figure!

Dark purple blood and fragmented limbs sprayed outwards like a torrential rain!
"Awe-inspiring!"

Fang Qingyu let out a sharp shout, and the blade flashed like a bolt of lightning!

The Dragon Sparrow Slash, wreathed in platinum sharpness and boiling tribulation fire, swept out!

Swish——!!!
A massive, three-colored crescent-shaped blade of energy tore through the darkness!
The dozens of ghouls in the fan-shaped area in front, whether they were rotting ghouls or claw demons, were instantly cut and incinerated like ice and snow thrown into a furnace.

All that was left was a charred mess and acrid smoke!

"kill!!!"

Fang Qingyu's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman!

The Crimson Blaze Scripture within his body circulated wildly, and under the blessing of the Boiling Marrow state, his Qi and blood surged like magma.

The Nine Heavens Primordial Contemplation Method activates the flow of starlight, and the Five Elements Rotation Force endows the blade with indestructible penetrating power!

Fang Qingyu doesn't need any defense at all right now!

He directly used his physical body to withstand sporadic attacks, and the high temperature of his blood and qi instantly scorched any low-level ghosts that dared to get close.

At this moment, Fang Qingyu was like a raging human meat grinder, rampaging through the horde of ghosts!
Where the blade flashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere!
Wherever lightning strikes, everything is reduced to ashes!

"Flowing Blade - Blazing Radiance!"

"Feng Tian!"

When the Blazing Blade Technique of the Supreme Realm was unleashed, the blade light transformed into splashes of molten gold and fire, and wherever it passed, countless ghosts fell and were burned to ashes!

On the panel, skill points were jumping around like wild horses!
Its efficiency far surpasses any hunt conducted outside.

Wei Banmeng stood still, her cold eyes reflecting the distant battlefield that resembled a purgatory.

Looking at Fang Qingyu's figure, which resembled a mad tiger and was completely immersed in killing and increasing his power, and feeling his ferocious and terrifying aura, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

"What a monster."

She muttered to herself, her tone complex.

at this time.

Jiang Wei appeared beside her without her noticing.

The little girl looked up, her clear eyes gazing at the distant battlefield of lightning and flames, her face showing no fear or discomfort, but rather a calm acceptance.

With a freshly opened orange-flavored lollipop in her mouth, her cheeks slightly puffed out, she mumbled:

"Yeah, they killed them pretty quickly."

Then she added, as if stating an objective fact:
"Much faster than last time in Songdu."

Wei Banmeng: "."

Looking at Jiang Wei's calm and composed face, and then at the figure in the distance who was stirring up a bloodbath among the ghosts, she was speechless for a moment.

This combination is indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

She took a deep breath of the air, which was thick with the smell of blood and burning, and forced herself to calm down before beginning to fulfill her duties as "supervisor".

She had to make sure Fang Qingyu didn't get too engrossed in the fight and venture into deeper forbidden zones.

However, just as Fang Qingyu was frantically reaping rewards like a tiger among sheep, basking in the thrill of his rapidly increasing skill points...

The edge of the night's view.

Deep within a massive, shadowy rift, furthest from the center of his killing spree.

A faint, dark gold title, distinct from all the surrounding black markings, emerged quietly, like a lurking venomous snake!

The logo's color was deeper and more restrained, carrying a chilling coldness and cunning!

【? ? ? 】

Its aura was extremely subtle, blending perfectly into the surrounding darkness, seemingly undisturbed by Fang Qingyu's killing spree.

It's more like they're observing?

The dark gold logo flickered slightly.

Like eyes opening in the darkness, it silently locked onto the figure that was stirring up a storm among the ghosts.

(End of this chapter)