Chapter 216
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Chapter 216: Explosive Dung Bomb Technique, Fly Cloud Technique
Xu Fan, lying in bed, was having a rare beautiful dream.
He dreamt that his long-missed wife, Zhang Weiyun, had come to see him, and most importantly, she had advanced to the Transformation Stage.
Just as a smile appeared on Xu Fan’s lips in his dream, the figure of Li Xingci entered his dream.
In the dream, Xu Fan stared at his disciple in a daze, thinking, I was just being polite; did you really take it seriously?
On a sunny beach under a blue sky, Xu Fan sighed and said, “Xingci, unless it’s something important, you can use the wheelchair at my door.”
With a thought, Xu Fan transformed the surrounding dreamscape into nothingness, and the two appeared in a pure white world.
“Xingci, speak up. What’s the matter?” Xu Fan looked at Li Xingci and inquired.
At this moment, Li Xingci noticed Xu Fan’s expression and thought, Oh no, he has that look again. This is how he looked the last time I was forced to play a game.
“Well, today is the final of the Talented Battle Strength Competition. Senior Brother, Xiong Li, and Lingtai are about to start battling, so I thought I should inform Master,” Li Xingci said cautiously, afraid of angering Xu Fan and being forced to play another game.
“I understand.”
*Crack!*
The dream world shattered, and Xu Fan slowly opened his eyes in bed.
The bedroom door opened, and the tool puppets pushed in the wheelchair.
Currently, Xu Fan was still in a somewhat weak state; while he could walk, he preferred to sit.
In the main peak’s dojo, most of the sect’s disciples watched the live stream of the Talented Battle Strength Competition with rapt attention.
Xu Fan instructed the tool puppets to push him beside his disciples.
“Master.”
“Big Brother Xu.”
“What happened to you, Big Brother Xu?” Wang Yulun asked, looking at Xu Fan’s wheelchair. “Isn’t that the wheelchair Xu Gang used when he broke his leg?”
“It’s nothing, just a little issue with artifact crafting; I just need some rest,” Xu Fan replied, as he couldn’t exactly say he had overdone it.
“Glad to hear that,” Wang Yulun nodded.
At this moment, Xu Fan turned to the live stream light curtain, where the final showdown of the Foundation Establishment Stage was ongoing.
“Is this an internal battle of our Hidden Spirit Sect?” Xu Fan observed as Xiong Li fought Xu Lingtai on the light curtain.
“There’s also a swordsman who entered the finals. He fought Xiong Li to a draw, and then he also drew with Lingtai.”
“The Illusion Heart Tower announced that the second place can be shared, but there can only be one first place.”
“Now in this match, whoever wins will be the first.” Xu Yuexian explained.
“We must determine a first place.” Xu Fan frowned as he looked at the light curtain.
“The way they’re fighting, they’re both going to end up taking each other out,” Xu Fan remarked while observing the solid Xiong Li being bombarded by Xu Lingtai.
“Actually, if it comes down to the last moments, Xiong Li still has a slim hope of victory, but it’s very slight.”
As a master to his disciples, Xu Fan knew their capabilities well.
“However, knowing Lingtai, that kid is bound to concede,” Xu Yuexian said.
“Hey, why did you steal Xingci’s line?” Xu Fan chuckled.
“Because the first-place prize this time is a pair of Thunder Hammers, perfect for Xiong Li.”
“Lingtai might just do him a favor,” Li Xingci added.
“I like this kid. It’s just a tool; in the future, all our outstanding disciples in the Hidden Spirit Sect will have their own tools,” Xu Fan declared confidently.
Once all the sect’s disciples reach the Void Refinement stage, they’ll likely be at least at the Nascent Soul stage. If we find a way to speed up time, they might even hit the Transformation Stage, and crafting tools won’t be as tough as it is now.
“Big Brother Xu, don’t forget my share,” Wang Yulun chimed in from the side.
I’d never forget you. You’ll be my top priority; every magical treasure you can use will be upgraded to a tool. If even one’s missing, I’ll be on your case, Xu Fan thought, glancing at Wang Yulun.
“Haha, you’ll be first in line. Don’t worry,” Xu Fan said with a grin.
Meanwhile, the two on the light curtain were unleashing their ultimate moves, but neither could gain the upper hand.
Xiong Li’s Bronze Battle Body had turned golden, and the thousand-hand illusion behind Xu Lingtai had shifted into a dual-element water and fire illusion.
“Senior Brother, let’s call it here. The Foundation Establishment Stage prize is a pair of Thunder Hammers, and they’re perfect for you.”
Xu Lingtai emerged from the icy platform created by his powers and shouted to the sky, “I concede.”
“Hidden Spirit Sect’s Xiong Li wins.”
An electronic voice echoed through the air.
Xiong Li thanked the fading figure of Xu Lingtai.
He’d only learned about the first-place reward during the finals. He’d planned to concede if it was a tool better suited for Xu Lingtai, but it turned out Xu Lingtai had the same idea.
In another room, preparing for his own match, Xu Gang nodded approvingly as he watched his son concede.
All the disciples watching the match cheered for Xiong Li and Xu Lingtai.
“Well done.”
Next up was the Golden Core Stage finals, a fierce battle. In the end, a disciple from the Heavenly Refining Sect won, thanks to his ever-expanding arsenal of magical treasures.
“This artifact-crafting kid’s got skills,” Xu Fan remarked, eyeing the treasures surrounding the Heavenly Refining Sect disciple on the light curtain.
“He’s no match for Master,” Li Xingci said, offering rare praise.
“Hehe,” Xu Fan replied.
Hearing his master’s tone, Li Xingci knew he was in for it.
He shot a resentful look at Xu Yuexian and Wang Xiangchi, vowing never to take on such a thankless task again.
The third round was the Nascent Soul Stage showdown.
Xu Gang faced off against a young man in blue, the same one who’d effortlessly defeated Chen Beihan, the former prodigy. His techniques and treasures seemed ordinary, but they always delivered surprising results, defeating his opponents.
The young man in blue wasn’t in a rush to fight. He studied Xu Gang with interest and said, “Among the Nascent Soul Stage, you’re the only one who might keep me from taking first.”
“I hope you don’t disappoint me,” the young man in blue said with a smile.
“Just a variable?” Xu Gang asked.
“Yes, just a variable,” the young man in blue replied, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“Then let’s begin the battle, Hidden Spirit Sect’s Zhang Han,” Xu Gang said, cupping his hands.
“Xian Ling Sect, Zuo Xuan,” the young man in blue said lightly.
“The battle begins,” the electronic voice announced, and a massive thousand-hand illusion appeared behind Xu Gang.
“Technique: Polar Night.”
In an instant, the area where Xu Gang stood began to darken, and the temperature in the air dropped rapidly, as if everything was about to freeze.
“Technique: Ice Kingdom Descends.”
This was Xu Gang’s broadest technique, covering half the battlefield.
The ground was sealed in ice, and countless beasts formed of ice rose from the frozen earth, patrolling around Xu Gang as they surveyed their territory.
After releasing his technique, Xu Gang quietly stood at the core of the glacier, waiting for Zuo Xuan’s attack.
As his biggest competitor, Xu Gang had studied Zuo Xuan’s fighting style carefully.
Looking at him, Xu Gang saw a hint of his master’s shadow and felt a sense of subtle powerlessness.
He sensed that if he took the initiative to attack, he would certainly end up in trouble. Rather than that, it was better to focus on defense, patiently waiting to see who would show a flaw first.
“Not bad, now the battle is using some brains,” Xu Fan said with satisfaction.
“This way, at least there are fewer openings to be exploited.”
At that moment, Zuo Xuan, hiding outside the range of Xu Gang’s technique, felt troubled looking at Xu Gang’s steadfast defensive stance. While he specialized in finding others’ weaknesses, even without Xu Gang’s true form, there were still weaknesses to exploit. He had ways to lure Xu Gang into revealing his true form.
But if a strong opponent focused solely on defense, it left him feeling somewhat lost.
His fighting style was about discovering the enemy’s flaws during battle and exploiting them.
“It seems I can only go for a hard strike,” Zuo Xuan said with a serious expression.
Originally, he was diligently cultivating in the sect, with ample resources like cultivation places and spirit stones.
He was living a relaxed life until recently, when the sect master mysteriously kicked him out and gave him a choice: either take first in the Talented Battle Strength Competition or train in the Immortal Realm for another 50 years.
As someone who naturally preferred to stay indoors, he naturally chose the first option; training in the cultivation world seemed pointless.
The space behind Zuo Xuan surged with power, and he instantly vanished from his spot.
At that moment, Xu Gang’s mind sparked, and he released his ultimate move, freezing the surrounding space.
Zuo Xuan then stumbled out of the spatial turbulence, looking ragged.
“Where did you learn that technique?”
A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Zuo Xuan’s mouth. He had pushed his energy beyond its limit to escape the frozen space in the turbulence.
“My master, is there a problem?” Xu Gang replied casually.
“Can you teach me?” Zuo Xuan joked.
“My master doesn’t take disciples over 15,” Xu Gang said.
He then instructed the thousand-hand illusion behind him to unleash a Lightning Cannon, which Zuo Xuan easily dodged.
Watching Zuo Xuan’s skilled movements, Xu Gang thought of the little beast he had once found to practice spell precision.
The six hands of the thousand-hand illusion activated, and three Lightning Cannons fired simultaneously from different angles, sealing off all the space around Zuo Xuan.
A deep blue Giant Shield materialized in front of Zuo Xuan, deflecting the unavoidable Lightning Cannon.
“You’ve trained in this?”
Xu Gang didn’t reply, instead launching three ice spear techniques in quick succession.
‘Boom~~’
Another ice spear collided with Zuo Xuan’s deep blue Giant Shield.
“Keep going,” Zuo Xuan said, a hint of disbelief in his voice. He was confident in his footwork, having trained extensively among beasts that used Fireball Spells and Ice Ball Spells.
Xu Gang responded by firing three Explosive Dung Bomb Techniques. This was a technique he had picked up while messing around with his fifth junior brother—it looked like the Giant Rock Technique but had a slightly yellowish tint.
While not particularly deadly, it was undeniably humiliating.
“Giant Rock Technique?”
‘Boom~~’
The three Explosive Dung Bomb Techniques exploded around Zuo Xuan, drenching him in filth. The stench quickly permeated the light curtain, making Xu Fan and the others gag.
Xu Fan, Xu Yuexian, and the others frowned, glancing at the seemingly harmless Zhou Kailing.
“Master, Senior Sister, Senior Brother, don’t underestimate this move. It might seem disgusting, but it has its own unique effects,” Zhou Kailing explained with a smile.
“The smell can seep into the enemy’s mind, and its pungent aroma can linger for hours.”
“There’s also the Fly Cloud Technique, which relentlessly harasses and discomforts the enemy.”
“The Fly Cloud Technique emits an even stronger stench.”
“Senior Brother happens to know both techniques.”
Within the light curtain, Xu Gang unleashed a barrage of the Fly Cloud Technique.
“What kind of technique is this?!”
“It’s absolutely revolting!!!”
Zuo Xuan felt like he was about to explode, the overpowering stench relentlessly assaulting his senses.
Then, Zuo Xuan caught a whiff of something even worse—countless flies swarmed around him, impossible to kill or shoo away.
“Xu Gang has made an enemy,” Xu Fan remarked.
The others nodded in agreement, instinctively stepping away from Zhou Kailing.
“Hidden Spirit Sect, Zhang Han, this isn’t over!” Zuo Xuan’s mind boiled with rage.
Seeing Zuo Xuan’s reaction, Xu Gang’s eyes lit up.
His master had once said that when an enemy loses their composure, the battle is nearly won.
Sure enough, Xu Gang soon faced a barrage of powerful attacks, but even when his illusion was destroyed, his true self remained unharmed.
“I know where you are!”
A sword light shot into the sky, striking another of Xu Gang’s hidden illusions.
“Sorry, wrong guess.”
Another illusion appeared in front of Zuo Xuan.
Enduring the foul odor, Zuo Xuan finally snapped.
“Zhang Han, consider this a grudge,” Zuo Xuan growled through clenched teeth.
Then, Zuo Xuan shouted to the sky, “I concede!”
“The battle ends. Victory goes to Hidden Spirit Sect’s Zhang Han.”
The battlefield dissolved, and everyone returned to their private rooms.
Those watching from outside the Illusion Heart Tower were left in awe, with some cultivators even showing hints of fascination in their eyes.
Thus, a new school of thought was born in the cultivation world, one that would become a nightmare for countless female cultivators in the future.
“I didn’t even get a chance to help him remove the mental stench or explain myself,” Xu Gang muttered.
Meanwhile, back in his private room, Zuo Xuan was utterly distraught by the lingering stench.
“Zhang Han!!!”
His voice echoed into the heavens.
When Xu Gang emerged from the Illusion Heart Tower with his rewards, he was immediately met by a frosty-faced Zuo Xuan.
Without a word, Xu Gang cast a Cleaning Technique, removing the foul odor from Zuo Xuan’s psyche.
“Sorry, the match was just a spur-of-the-moment thing.
“Please don’t take it personally, friend,” Xu Gang said sincerely.
As the stench faded, Zuo Xuan’s rage subsided.
“In competitions, it’s all about skill. A loss is a loss—nothing more to say.”
“And thank you for removing that stench,” Zuo Xuan said calmly.
“It was the least I could do,” Xu Gang replied quickly, though his fierce appearance made the earnest words seem slightly out of place.
From a distance, Xu Lingtai, who had been waiting for Xu Gang, observed his expression and remarked, “Honestly, I think his usual honest face suits him better. This one looks a bit off.”
The three people beside him nodded in agreement.
“Friend Zhang, I’d like to know who created that disgusting technique. I’d love to learn it,” Zuo Xuan asked, his tone suddenly ingratiating.
“My junior brother came up with it himself. I’m afraid it’s not something you can learn, friend,” Xu Gang replied, shaking his head.
