Chapter 908
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Chapter 908 Discussing the Way with Swords
“Old Bai, we haven’t gotten any answers yet. Are we just letting Fang Yu leave like this?” Rao Donghai still voiced his confusion.
“We’ve asked everything we could. What else is there to ask?” Bai Konggu held up the white paper, examining it carefully in the sunlight.
But with just these five large characters, no matter how hard he looked, he couldn’t see anything hidden between the strokes.
“Old Bai, do you think that half name on the Immortal Communication Stele really belongs to this Fang Yu?” Rao Donghai pressed.
Bai Konggu put down the white paper, turned to look at Rao Donghai, and said with narrowed eyes: “His cultivation aura… is only at the Qi Condensation stage. Yet he single-handedly crushed all the Wang family’s powerful cultivators… This kind of anomaly precisely confirms that the half name could very well be his.”
“Think carefully, aren’t all the people on the Immortal Communication Stele eccentric?”
“Perhaps the first step to becoming an immortal is to become eccentric. Hehe…”
Bai Konggu chuckled, then shook his head and carried the white paper into the inner room.
He left Rao Donghai standing in the courtyard, looking bewildered.
Besides Fang Yu, he hadn’t met any other person on the Immortal Communication Stele, so he couldn’t understand Bai Konggu’s words at all.
…
Immortal Communication Stele? Half a name?
To be honest, Fang Yu didn’t care about this so-called stone stele, nor did he care whether that half name was his or not.
Because he firmly believed that he could never become an immortal.
To be precise, Fang Yu had completely abandoned the idea of becoming an immortal since he was in his twenties.
At that time, he had been cultivating for nearly ten years but still hadn’t broken through the Qi Condensation stage.
From that moment, he knew he wasn’t cut out for immortality.
Because cultivators who truly had the potential to become immortals could break through the Qi Condensation stage in less than half a year.
And in today’s world, spiritual energy had become extremely scarce.
Forget about immortals, even a normal Divine Soul stage cultivator had become one in ten thousand.
This reality that Fang Yu had personally experienced couldn’t be changed by some so-called Immortal Communication Stele.
Of course, Fang Yu believed the stele had certain standards.
If those names on the stone stele represented the strongest individuals in the current world, that would make sense.
Now, Fang Yu was more concerned about that string of characters and the five words he had mysteriously translated.
Da Zhao Mo Shi Huang.
“Is this a name?”
Fang Yu walked all the way home, thinking about checking some ancient books in the Scripture Pavilion to see if he could find text similar to the characters on the Immortal Communication Stele.
Thus, Fang Yu walked back to his front gate.
At this moment, a group of people wearing identical blue robes stood in front of his gate, with the character ‘Lin’ printed on their left chests.
Seeing these people, Fang Yu frowned.
“Who are you looking for?”
Fang Yu walked straight up and asked.
A stern-faced man among the group saw Fang Yu, his expression changing, then widening his eyes, he asked: “Are you… Master Fang, Fang Yu?”
“I am Fang Yu,” Fang Yu replied.
“So this is truly Master Fang’s residence.” The man’s face broke into a smile as he said, “I come from the Lin family. My name is Lin Zhengxiong.”
Lin family?
“How did you find this place?” Fang Yu frowned slightly and asked.
“A friend who knows you provided the address. I came here because I wanted to…” Lin Zhengxiong said, almost fawningly.
“Whatever you want to discuss with me, I’m not interested. Please leave.” Fang Yu interrupted Lin Zhengxiong and walked toward the gate.
It was obvious what these family representatives wanted to talk about.
Fang Yu was now eager to research that strange text and had no patience to waste time with these people.
“Master Fang, please give me a moment…” Lin Zhengxiong hurriedly said.
Seeing her father’s extremely humble and fawning manner, Lin Zhilan standing nearby frowned, her face turning cold.
“I said I’m not interested…” Fang Yu said impatiently.
At this moment, he sensed a burst of energy from behind.
A sharp sword intent appeared from behind!
“Hmm?”
Fang Yu was startled and turned around to see a beautiful young woman stepping out from the Lin family group.
She wore a blue robe and held a sword emitting a faint silver light in her right hand, pointing it directly at Fang Yu.
“What’s the meaning of this? Embarrassed and angry?” Fang Yu raised an eyebrow and said.
“I heard your swordsmanship is strong. I challenge you,” Lin Zhilan said coldly.
“Challenge me?” Fang Yu was stunned again.
Is this girl’s brain malfunctioning?
This Lin family group must have sought him out because they heard about what happened with the Wang family a few days ago.
Since they knew about that incident, how dare this girl come out and challenge him?
What kind of game was she playing?
“No, no, no… Master Fang, Zhilan doesn’t mean that. She just… just wants to exchange sword techniques with you! Absolutely no offense intended.” Lin Zhengxiong’s face changed dramatically as he hurriedly explained.
“Sword techniques?” Fang Yu’s frown deepened. “I have no interest in exchanging anything with a little girl. Go home.”
After speaking, Fang Yu glanced at Lin Zhilan, ignoring the sword pointing at him, and turned again to walk toward the stone gate.
As Fang Yu approached, the stone gate seemed to sense his presence and slowly opened.
Lin Zhengxiong wanted to call out to Fang Yu, but turning his head, he saw Lin Zhilan looking eager to make a move.
Lin Zhengxiong felt his heart contract violently. He leaped over and pushed down the sword in Lin Zhilan’s hand.
“Have you lost your mind?!” Lin Zhengxiong asked in a lowered voice, his face turning blue with anger.
Lin Zhilan didn’t speak, her eyes fixed on Fang Yu as he entered through the gate, until the stone gate slowly closed.
Only when the stone gate completely shut did Lin Zhilan shift her gaze.
By now, Lin Zhengxiong’s face had turned extremely ugly.
He had pulled all sorts of connections to find Fang Yu’s residence, but not only had he failed to achieve his goal, he had even created a negative impression!
He never expected Lin Zhilan would suddenly draw her sword at Fang Yu!
“Didn’t you ask me to come and exchange sword techniques with him?” Faced with the scolding, Lin Zhilan didn’t back down.
In her understanding, so-called sword technique exchange naturally meant crossing swords. Did he expect her to sit down and drink tea instead?
“You… go back… when we get back, I’ll have a good talk with you!” Lin Zhengxiong said, trembling with anger.
“When we get back, I need to practice. I don’t have time to talk with you.” Lin Zhilan said and turned to leave.
Lin Zhengxiong watched Lin Zhilan leave, his eyes red with anger.
“What are you standing around for? Let’s go!” Lin Zhengxiong shouted at the Lin family guards standing nearby.
…
Upon returning home, Fang Yu immediately immersed himself in the Scripture Pavilion.
He had Little Fengling find all the books about writing systems, then went through them one by one, trying to find text identical or similar to the characters on the Immortal Communication Stele.
Only by knowing the origin of the text could he understand why he recognized that string of characters.
As he flipped through ancient books, time flew by.
For three consecutive days, Fang Yu remained among the books but found no information.
Not only could he not find identical text, he couldn’t even find anything similar!
“Mr. Fang, Mr. Zheng Ze is here to see you,” Ye Xingxue’s voice reached Fang Yu’s ears.
Only then did Fang Yu pull himself out from the sea of characters, turning to Ye Xingxue, he said: “Bring him in.”
Moments later, Zheng Ze appeared before Fang Yu.
Seeing the mountain of heavy books piled in front of Fang Yu, Zheng Ze’s eyes flashed with surprise.
“Mr. Fang, my teacher asked me to remind you that the Hundred Sects Competition has already begun,” Zheng Ze said.
“The Hundred Sects Competition?”
Fang Yu’s expression changed abruptly, his gaze immediately turning sharp.
Buried in books these past few days, he had almost forgotten about this matter!
“It’s already started?” Fang Yu asked in a deep voice.
“The opening ceremony and drawing lots were in the morning… the competition officially begins in the afternoon.” Zheng Ze looked at the time and said, “It’s now two in the afternoon, so the matches should have already started.”
