Chapter 65: The Vine Transforms into a Long Whip

Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters—after reaching maturity, the vine extended directly to over eighty meters in length.

Before Fang Yun stood a vine, entirely black and exuding a cold, hard glow, covered in sharp spikes.

This vine was thinner than all previous ones, only the thickness of a fist, yet it measured over eighty meters long.

Fang Yun sensed every detail within the vine, feeling that its cells had gradually ceased to develop.

Then, with a thought, the vine began to wave through the air at an incredible speed.

The sharp spikes sliced through the air, emitting a series of whistling sounds.

Fang Yun was particularly satisfied with this, but the true power would only be revealed when facing a cultivator.

At this point, the cultivation of the vine was complete.

Even if he wanted to continue cultivating it, he had no immediate ideas.

However, there was still one issue: the vine needed a root system to provide nutrition for its growth.

If he wanted to turn it into a weapon, he had to detach it from its roots.

In other words, he needed to separate the roots from the soil, preventing them from being fixed in one place.

This was essential for it to become a proper weapon.

If this were a problem for other cultivators, it might be quite challenging.

But for Fang Yun, who possessed life essence, providing sufficient energy to the vine was not particularly difficult.

Now he would see whether the vine would be significantly affected after being removed from the soil.

Thus, with a thought, the vine's roots began to pull away from the soil.

While the vine's branches were over eighty meters long, its roots, although not as long, still reached over thirty meters.

However, these roots were extremely thin, and the majority were just over a meter long.

As all the roots were extracted and spread beside the spiritual field, Fang Yun mentally commanded them to intertwine.

Eventually, they formed a handle over a meter long.

Fang Yun grasped the handle and lifted it gently, feeling as if he was holding an over eighty-meter-long whip covered in spikes.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the whip danced in the air, whistling past.

The tip of the whip cracked against the air, producing explosive sounds.

Even Fang Kangseng, who was cultivating in a cave, couldn't help but rush out.

Seeing the terrifying and fierce whip in Fang Yun's hand, admiration and excitement shone in his eyes.

He wished he had such an impressive weapon as well.

Fang Yun merely glanced at Fang Kangseng and chose to ignore him.

After playing with the whip for a while and growing increasingly satisfied with it, he reflected on how powerful cultivators typically used swords or formidable magical artifacts.

However, considering his profession and the unique features of his golden finger, this whip seemed to be the most suitable weapon for him.

This weapon possessed an attack power that rivaled those of other formidable weapons and could also serve as a defensive weapon when necessary.

Additionally, if the whip were damaged, his life essence could restore it at any time.

Such a weapon was clearly much stronger and more fitting for him than the legendary magical tools.

Subsequently, Fang Yun sensed the plant cells within the vine and found that they did not exhibit any significant discomfort after being removed from the soil.

Perhaps it was because he had just completed the nurturing, and the vine still contained ample energy.

In the future, when the energy runs low, Fang Yun could recharge it using life essence.

Of course, aside from life essence, he might also use magical power to recharge it.

At this moment, Fang Yun recalled that he hadn't tested how the vine would react under the influence of magical power.

So, he quickly directed the magical power from his dantian into his hand and infused it into the vine.

At this moment, Fang Yun could distinctly sense an energy slowly spreading from the handle to the tip of the vine.

All the energy lightly covered the outer wall of the plant cells in the vine.

It occupied all areas outside the plant cells.

With the combination of magical power and his perception of the vine, Fang Yun's control over this vine reached an unprecedented level.

With a slight thought, the vine coiled back and slipped through his sleeve into his clothing, forming layer after layer of protective covering against his skin.

Thanks to his strong control, Fang Yun wasn't worried about the spikes on the vine harming him.

However, although the vine was only as thick as a fist, it was still quite formidable when layered.

When Fang Yun let the vine cover his body with two layers, he felt that his clothing could barely withstand the expansion of such volume.

And there was still a large portion of the vine remaining outside.

Clearly, Fang Yun's spontaneous idea to hide the vine under his clothing was temporarily unfeasible.

Then, with another thought, Fang Yun commanded the vine to emerge from under his clothing.

Under the powerful energy provided by his magical power, it thrust forward.

The speed was astonishing, tearing through the air with a terrifying shriek.

After a flurry of movements, Fang Yun noticed that manipulating this vine didn't consume too much magical power.

After using it for so long, his magical power had only depleted a tiny bit.

In fact, it consumed even less than when using smaller talismans.

Reflecting on this, Fang Yun concluded that the main reason was that he hadn't exerted too much force while manipulating the vine.

On one hand, he was mainly providing a certain level of defense, and on the other, he was giving the vine a slight acceleration.

He hadn't yet tested the defense aspect, so he didn't know how effective or costly it was.

As for the acceleration, the magical power only played a supportive role, so it was normal for the consumption to be low.

Thus, Fang Yun finally had a reliable means of attack.

He could finally ease his concerns about safety after leaving the island.

Thinking about leaving the island, he glanced at Fang Kangseng beside him.

At his current rate of cultivation, it would probably take him about another year to be ready to leave.

This was after Fang Yun had tried his best to speed things up; otherwise, it would have taken even longer.

He wanted to say something, but then thought that this speed was already fast enough for the cultivators of the Fang family in the past.

Moreover, Fang Kangseng was diligent in his training; no matter how much Fang Yun talked, it would only add pressure without yielding any effective results.

In that case, he might as well wait a little longer.