Chapter 112
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Chapter 112: He is Qualified to Make Me Play the BGM
“Can’t you read?” Xu Fan asked casually, his fishing rod held steady without a single tremble.
“I don’t know the script of the upper realm,” Shi Zhan replied, slightly embarrassed. Having been in this world for only ten days, he hadn’t yet learned its writing.
Following Xu Fan’s directions, he made it to the mainland and wandered through a village for a few days before grasping what the cultivation world was and what immortals were.
He soon realized his top priority was to find a cultivation technique to refine his pure true qi. It was from the Elder Council members that he heard about the Hidden Spirit Sect.
“Oh, this is the Hidden Spirit Sect. If you’ve got nothing to do, you might as well head back,” Xu Fan said, waving his hand dismissively, sensing the young man’s interest in joining.
“I wish to join the Hidden Spirit Sect. Could you tell me how to proceed?” Shi Zhan asked politely, his demeanor resembling that of a refined scholar.
Upon learning that a sect existed just outside his home world, he decided to join, hoping it might one day allow him to return.
“You want to join the Hidden Spirit Sect?”
“Kid, no offense, but someone like you, fresh out of a small world, should explore more.”
“The outside world is full of wonders. You should see it. This place is just a remote corner of the cultivation world.”
“Even if you’re serious about joining a sect, you should shop around. Trust me, this place isn’t for you,” Xu Fan advised.
“This sect is close to my homeland, so it’s my best choice. If there are any trials to join, I’ll handle them.”
Seeing Xu Fan’s demeanor, Shi Zhan guessed his status in the Hidden Spirit Sect was high. Convincing him would likely secure his entry.
At this point, Xu Fan, having failed to catch any fish, put away his rod and instructed Grape to summon Wang Xiangchi, saying a fellow traveler had arrived for a chat.
Just then, the sound of a sword being unsheathed echoed from the depths of Hidden Spirit Island, and a sword light streaked across hundreds of miles toward Xu Fan.
As the light faded, Wang Xiangchi appeared mid-air and bowed to Xu Fan. “Master, what do you need?”
“This is your fellow traveler. He wants to join the Hidden Spirit Sect. Test him.”
Xu Fan then turned to Shi Zhan. “He’s at the Foundation Establishment Stage, and you’re at the Core Formation Stage. This test isn’t unfair, is it?”
“Defeat my disciple, and you can join the Hidden Spirit Sect,” Xu Fan said calmly, as if he weren’t making things difficult.
Shi Zhan looked at Wang Xiangchi without a trace of disdain, but his life motto was to go all out against any opponent.
“Thank you for the opportunity, friend.”
Shi Zhan stepped into the air, slowly drawing his longsword from his back.
Watching Shi Zhan, Xu Fan nodded. If he were a villain, at least he wouldn’t die from talking too much.
“Hidden Spirit Sect, Spiritual Sword Peak, Wang Xiangchi.”
“Kun Kingdom’s top swordsman, Shi Zhan.”
As soon as the words were spoken, the area was engulfed in two swirling auras of sword qi.
Xu Fan steered his boat to the best vantage point.
The two figures darted through the air, their swords clashing in a cacophony that echoed across the heavens and earth.
‘Wind’
In an instant, a gentle breeze swept through the area, and Wang Xiangchi vanished, merging with the wind.
Feeling the breeze, Shi Zhan’s expression shifted. The murderous intent hidden within the light wind was anything but gentle.
At this moment, Shi Zhan summoned a sword in his left hand, adopting a defensive stance with both swords.
‘Protect’
A sense of guardianship radiated from Shi Zhan, his presence as unshakable as a mountain.
“Is defense really going to help?”
Wang Xiangchi’s cold voice echoed in Shi Zhan’s ears.
In the sky, two massive swords appeared, one blue and the other golden, intertwining to form the Wind Thunder Sword.
Xu Fan, watching from a distance, shook his head, thinking it was unfair; using divine equipment against someone with no defense felt like bullying.
The two flying swords were the Wind Thunder Dual Swords that Xu Fan had forged for Wang Xiangchi after his advancement to the Foundation Establishment Stage.
In gaming terms, these swords came with built-in traits like breaking defenses, causing paralysis, inflicting bleeding, high attack power, and high critical hit rates.
As expected, Shi Zhan’s intent to defend was instantly shattered, and even the dual swords in his hands were crushed by the Wind Thunder Sword.
Just as the Wind Thunder Sword was about to strike Shi Zhan, he vanished from his spot as if he had teleported, reappearing from the other side.
“I lost,” Shi Zhan said, his face extremely pale, devoid of any color.
“The advantage of the flying sword; if you had a good sword, we could have sparred for a while longer,” Wang Xiangchi sheathed the flying sword, speaking lightly, but inside he felt a bit regretful. If the swordsman had held on a little longer, he could have played his BGM.
“In a fight between the Golden Core and Foundation Establishment, you already had the upper hand, and the weapon is part of strength.”
After finishing his sentence, Shi Zhan turned to Xu Fan and asked, “My friend, do I still have a chance to challenge?”
In his heart, this sect remained his top choice.
“I’ll give you three chances. As long as you can defeat my disciple, there’s still a chance to enter the Hidden Spirit Sect,” Xu Fan nodded, thinking that one should not close all doors; giving him a glimmer of hope wouldn’t hurt.
“Thank you.”
After saying this, Shi Zhan bid farewell to Wang Xiangchi and transformed into sword qi, flying toward the land.
Wang Xiangchi slowly landed on Xu Fan’s wooden boat.
“Master, do Xingci and I have any extraordinary abilities like senior brother?”
“What’s the rush? Aren’t you both yet to reach the Golden Core Stage?”
“What about you and Xingci’s challenge puppet? Did you defeat it?” Xu Fan asked.
“No,” Wang Xiangchi looked down.
“So, take your time to train,” Xu Fan said as he cast his fishing rod again.
“By the way, how was that swordsman’s skill earlier?”
“If his sword is on the same level as my Wind Thunder Sword, he is qualified to complete my first BGM,” Wang Xiangchi pondered before responding.
“Hmm, that’s good. He will come to challenge you again.”
“If you lose, I will expel you from the sect.”
Wang Xiangchi’s heart tightened; he seldom saw Xu Fan speaking without substance. When he said something, there was always a certain possibility.
“Understood, I will focus on my training from now on.”
“Hmm, after you reach the Golden Core Stage, I will create a unique swordsmanship technique for you.”
“I’ve already thought of the name.”
“It will be called ‘Heaven and Earth One Color.’”
Xu Fan slowly extended a finger toward the front.
In an instant, Wang Xiangchi seemed to see a world of swords.
On the distant lake’s surface, the massive corpse of a crab-like beast appeared.
“This is just the initial creation; once completed, it will be even more powerful,” Xu Fan said proudly, revealing that he had been conceptualizing the technique while fishing earlier.
“Master, wait for me. Within two years, I will definitely reach the Golden Core,” Wang Xiangchi said, his eyes shining with enthusiasm.
“Good, take this crab back to your senior sister. We’re having an extra meal today; I want crab roe rice,” Xu Fan said, almost like comforting a child.
