Chapter 5: Demon Blade (Seeking Recommendations)

"Gravity Suit?"

Fang Xing was inwardly astonished.

In the interstellar era, adapting to different gravities was a compulsory course for martial artists!

The Gravity Suit was a type of equipment that aided in cultivation, allowing one to easily adjust their own gravity.

Plus, this gravity affected the whole body, penetrating deep into the cells, perfectly uniform—far better than any weighted training!

But the price was also very "beautiful"...

'There's also a B-level Martial Arts—Demon Blade, which is a prerequisite for the A-level Martial Arts "Ghost God Saber". This Gu Yun, at most fourteen years old, has already reached perfect completion in the First Realm and is about to break through to the Second Realm, and now she has also started cultivating a B-level Martial Arts...'

'Compared to her, why do I feel like I've become useless?'

He was speechless in his heart, but his hands dared not relax; he swung a stick technique, guarding himself in front.

The next instant.

Whoosh!

A black shadow flashed by, quick as a spirit cat, the wooden saber in hand seemed to carry a trace of demon nature, slashing through the air.

Smack!

Fang Xing only felt a great force transmitted to his hand, nearly causing the wooden stick to fly out, but it did not in the end.

'I blocked it!'

'This isn't about how much stronger I am than Liu Wei, but because the other person is wearing a Gravity Suit! She's much slower than before and her power is... '

He had a clear revelation in his mind.

"Kill! Kill kill!"

Gu Yun's little face bore not a single trace of cuteness, instead, it was filled with a murderous look, attacking again with the Demon Blade, her eyes somewhat bloodshot, as if she held a deep-seated grudge against Fang Xing.

'The Demon Blade, it truly is the Demon Blade... it has a strong desire to kill.'

Fang Xing felt as if he was a small boat sailing through a storm, possibly about to be destroyed at any moment.

The B-level Martial Arts—Demon Blade was inherently filled with demonic intent, and it harbored some hypnotic maneuvers along with spiritual cultivation, designed to bring out all of a martial artist's potential.

The negative emotions and influence that this brought were also quite terrifying.

Without madness, one couldn't survive!

It was said that the A-level Martial Arts "Ghost God Saber" was even more terrifying!

After all, this was the kind of terrifying Martial Arts that could allow a low rank martial artist to directly confront the Evil God's Clan, stemming from an era of bloody battle between humans and alien races!

All of a sudden, Fang Xing saw Gu Yun's wooden saber striking down, one blade followed by another, the two blade shadows seemingly stacked upon each other, bringing with it a doubled power!

—Double Stacked Blade!

'I can't block this.'

His wooden stick flew out of his hand as he saw Gu Yun's blade coming down.

"Stop!"

At that moment, a deep voice rang out.

Gu Yun's wooden saber stopped right before Fang Xing, caught by a palm as white and smooth as jade.

"I failed to control my hand in time again..."

Gu Yun seemed to come back from a trance, panting heavily, and looking up at the middle-aged man who had suddenly appeared before her: "Dad..."

The middle-aged man was tall and burly, at least 1.9 meters tall, and he just shook his head: "Don't be discouraged, Xiao Yuner, you've performed much better than last time... This 'Demon Blade' was originally pure Demon Sect Martial Arts in ancient times, containing a demonic nature. Cultivators will definitely create storms of blood and violence, but now the secrets have been unraveled. You must 'master the blade and forget the blade', defeat the enemy without killing, only by taming the demon nature can you truly cultivate it... Only with such a realm can you attempt to learn the 'Ghost God Saber'. Otherwise, at best you'll go crazy with confusion, and at worst, you'll die from qi and blood flowing in reverse..."

After saying this, the middle-aged man looked towards Fang Xing and Liu Wei: "You two have worked hard, your pay for today is doubled!"

"Thank you, Boss!"

When Liu Wei heard this, the pain on his body seemed less severe, and he immediately smiled.

...

Half an hour later.

Walking out of the glorious Jiang Mansion, Liu Wei fell silent, cursing after a long while: "Dammit... If I had known it was this kind of sparring session, I wouldn't have come. Double the salary, and it's only enough for medical expenses... That man looked like a Professional, didn't expect him to be so stingy."

Fang Xing, however, was pondering over the middle-aged man's last words and shook his head: "Actually, there's compensation, and that's the practicing secrets of the Demon Blade... it's naturally good to have family teaching, something hard to come by in schools, unless you get the favor of Teacher Xia Long..."

"Damn, I see now, that girl treated us like tools... She's practicing the Demon Blade technique and can't control it, hence she needs a living person to sacrifice, but such an act would lead one into the Abyss... So-called 'mastering the blade and forgetting the blade,' is to use one's own will to tame the demon nature within the Demon Blade, to manage to spare us in defeat, hold back when striking, only then is the Demon Blade truly cultivated... That girl's dad intentionally hid in the shadows, just to control the situation and watch if the girl could spare us, stopping her at the last moment..."

Liu Wei wasn't a fool.

Or rather, every bio-human who could go to high school was basically elite, understanding a bit after seeing everything, he couldn't help being shocked: "The Demon Blade is so difficult, what about the A-level Martial Arts 'Ghost God Saber'?"

"But we are indeed tools... At least we got paid."

With a Golden Finger by his side, Fang Xing wasn't too disheartened and laughed: "They even gave us double!"

With this amount, he could at least place an order for a basic Nano Protective Suit.

"Hmph, that's with injuries we got..." Liu Wei rubbed his shoulder, still muttering: "I thought everyone living in the Jiang Mansion was a tycoon, but now it seems they are just middle class..."

"Middle class is a false notion, do they even have assets? It's more accurate to say middle income... " Fang Xing also complained: "Judging by the fact that they chose the Martial Artist profession for their daughter, you can tell this family isn't wealthy..."

Truly wealthy ones would simply operate Mechas.

"Yeah, yeah, just a middle-income family, yet they act like they are rich..." Liu Wei laughed loudly, seemingly much better despite his injuries.

...

Happy Home District.

"We're here so soon?"

Fang Xing scratched his head as he looked at the parcel at his home's doorstep: "I just placed the order on my way here..."

He picked up the parcel and opened the door, and after scanning his identity verification, the package box automatically opened, revealing a silver-white metallic sphere inside.

Fang Xing pricked his fingertip, letting a drop of fresh blood fall onto the silver-white metallic sphere.

This was not "Blood Recognition," but to let the Nano Suit memorize his DNA information.

Ding!

After a light sound, Fang Xing followed the instruction manual and brought the silver-white metallic sphere into contact with the skin on his arm.

The silver-white metallic sphere instantly "melted," much like a liquid, covering his entire body.

"Hmm, it's very light and breathable..."

Fang Xing moved around and found that there was no hindrance at all, and the weight was very light.

"Mask mode!"

He uttered softly, and immediately a silver mask appeared on his face, with a layer of transparent film protecting even the eye sockets.

"Full-range protection without blind spots... Change color! Rose gold!"

Under Fang Xing's command, his entire Nano Suit instantly changed colors and eventually settled on pure white.

"There's no need to be so cautious at school..."

He thought for a moment and changed the Nano Suit into a white short-sleeve shirt style, casually lying back in the chair, then picked up the holographic glasses: "Let's play! Let's play!"

Several hours later...

"Sigh... As expected..."

Fang Xing lay on the bed with a lazy and contented expression: "I've gotten addicted again... even after transmigrating, without the Golden Finger, I'm still that salted fish..."

Admitting one's mediocrity and incapability is also a trial one must face for growth.

Fang Xing was very clear in his knowledge that a former nine-to-five corporate slave, not very good at history, even if he transmigrated to ancient times, the most likely outcome would be dying due to language barriers, diseases, disasters, or conflicts.

In other worlds, it would be even more tragic, as most experiences and knowledge of the transmigrators would be invalidated, especially in worlds with advanced and developed technology.

What he could rely on was actually only the Golden Finger.

Without the Golden Finger, he could only accept his destiny.

"Lying down... is also a form of wisdom."

Fang Xing looked at the time and forced himself to sleep, since he still had classes the next day.

...

The next day.

Yucai High School.

The curvaceous teacher Lan Fei spoke in a smooth voice: "... The Evil God's Clan is divided into lower minions, upper minions, lower Clan members, upper Clan members... And between upper Clan members and the Dominators, there is another level, that is—Evil God's Child!"

"An Evil God's Child, whether in terms of corruption or ability, is far stronger than an upper Clan member, and even the strongest among them, as the rumors say, are said to have power and authority close to a lower Dominator... but the conditions for the birth of an Evil God's Child are extremely stringent, with their numbers being rare, and they are not regarded as a part of the Clan..."

Fang Xing glanced to the side and found it empty.

Liu Wei was injured and had asked for leave from one class to get treated at the school's medical office.

'The medical pod in the school's medical office can quickly heal even severed limbs... The key point is that there is a discount for students, Liu Wei definitely wouldn't want to get treated outside...'

While he was thinking, Fang Xing took notes at the same time.

Suddenly, he slightly raised his head and noticed a glance sweeping towards him.

'Is it her, Bai Lianyi?'

Fang Xing saw a delicate-featured female classmate looking over at him thoughtfully.

Her skin was fair and delicate, like that of a fine porcelain doll, exuding a kind of demure charm. She wore a snow-white martial arts uniform with a pitch-black belt wrapped around her waist, adding a bit of a heroic and capable air.

'It looks like I didn't misread her back at the Glorious Jiang Mansion... Is she feeling guilty?'

As he pondered, the class finally ended.

With the environment changing, it was soon time for the Martial Arts class that Fang Xing was looking forward to.

"Ah Xing, I'm back!"

At this moment, Liu Wei also hurried over, with the acne on his face even appearing to jump and redden.

Any student might skip cultural studies classes but definitely wouldn't want to miss Martial Arts classes.

Having a Martial Arts teacher like Xia Long would cost at least ten thousand Star Coins per hour outside!

"Is your injury better?"

Fang Xing glanced sideways.

"Of course... fit as a fiddle!" Liu Wei flexed his muscles.

The medical technology of the interstellar era indeed wasn't for show, and since the arm wasn't broken, it healed quite quickly.

"Mr. Xia is here!"

Before Fang Xing could say anything else, he saw Xia Long enter the classroom. His gaze was fierce; he swept his eyes across the room, and with a voice that boomed like a bell, it thundered: "First, stand in stance, then we'll practice punches!"

"Yes!"

All the students answered together, assuming the Great Dragon Stance with a uniform sense of beauty.

Fang Xing concentrated fully, practicing Pile Skill, gradually entering a state of self-forgetfulness.

Suddenly, his spine felt as if it had been whipped, like a startled cat, his hair standing on end.

"Your Pile Skill is too stiff, pay attention to the qi and blood at the third node of your spine..."

The voice of Xia Long came from beside him.

Fang Xing followed subconsciously and felt his whole body tighten, his power deepening further.

He shivered and looked at his attribute panel:

[Great Dragon Stance: 69/100 (Beginner)]

'I've finally waited for Mr. Xia's guidance again. Indeed, there's a world of difference between having guidance and not...'