Chapter 3: The Reverse Heaven Equivalent Exchange Subsystem

  "Equivalent exchange auxiliary system has been activated, a first-class spiritual herb has been found. Do you want to perform an equivalent exchange? One first-class spiritual herb can be exchanged for some experience points or ten merit points." The cold system prompt sounded in Fang Yan's mind.

  "Ling grass can be exchanged for merit points and experience points." The cold system prompt sounded in Fang Yan's mind, like a heavenly sound. This equivalent exchange subsystem was truly too against the sky, with this system, as long as there were enough heavenly materials and earthly treasures, all of them could be exchanged for experience points, so that cultivation wouldn't be rapid, just like launching a rocket.

  "Exchange for experience points." After the shock, Fang Yan finally chose to exchange for experience points. With experience points, he could recover his life points. As for merit points, in this Sword Tomb where demonic beasts roamed, as long as his body recovered, he could easily slaughter the demonic beasts and obtain merit points.

  As Fang Yan confirmed his words, the first-grade Star Luo grass in his hand turned into flying ash, and his experience value increased a bit.

  After a brief moment of excitement, Fang Yan used the experience points he had just exchanged to repair some of his life value, and then continued to search in the jungle.

  There were many heavenly materials and treasures in the Sword Tomb. Under Fang Yan's careful search, he discovered several more first-class spiritual herbs on the road, which he eventually exchanged for experience points to repair his life value.

  "Haha…… Having this kind of exchange system is so cool! I believe it won't take long for my HP to recover to 100." After using almost a whole day, Fang Yan's HP had recovered to 62 and he was no longer as weak as before. Fang Yan was in high spirits.

  A bright moon hung high in the sky, and soft moonlight poured down. The moonlight fell on Fang Yan's face like flowing water, adding a touch of mystery to his originally handsome features.

  "What a strange world! What level of cultivation is required to open up such a world?" Fang Yan looked up at the sky, his life value recovering greatly, and he was filled with confidence.

  Fang Yan raised his eyes and looked around, the surroundings were a dense forest, the trees were all over with brown-red color, extremely tall, some as high as dozens of zhang, ancient trees reached the sky, branches were lush and leaves were dense.

  "In the sword tomb space of Yanzhou City, the disciples of various families enter for the purpose of hunting and killing the ferocious beasts and precious medicinal materials within, in order to obtain the martial skills contained within this space. There are ferocious beasts in this forest, if I can lure them with a strong bloody smell, then can't I just kill these ferocious beasts to earn experience points and cultivate?"

  The rabbit in the forest is too low-level, only level one. At this moment, Fang Yan, who has recovered a bit of his strength and has some self-defense power, looks down on it and sets his sights on some other powerful demon beasts in the forest.

  But hunting and killing demonic beasts also requires preparation, rather than rushing in now. The nocturnal demonic beasts are extremely ferocious, and Fang Yan's strength will also be greatly discounted. Fang Yan did not act rashly, but instead went to bed early, planning to wait another night before making a move in this Sword Grave realm.

  Day and night alternated, the stars changed, and the bright moon on his head gradually became hazy. On the horizon, a white mist rose like a fish belly, until the red sun rose, and Fang Yan finally woke up from his meditation state. He opened his eyes, and in the sunlight, Fang Yan's face was no longer as pale as yesterday, and some of its ruddiness had been restored. Even his breath became longer and thicker.

  "The feeling of cultivating is great, although I died suddenly in my previous life and crossed over to this world, I was arranged with such an identity, the only son of the Fang family. It's not bad, and I even got a system." Fang Yan felt his physical condition, which was much better than yesterday, his mouth slightly curved upwards, bringing out a charming arc, giving people a sense of handsome and evil elegance.

  The blood had already coagulated on his white robes, and Fang Yan's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly before relaxing again: "To survive in this perilous Sword Grave realm, one will eventually get used to the pungent smell of blood. There's no need to clean off the bloodstains on my body."

  Originally, Fang Yan still wanted to find a water source to wash up, but in the end, he could only give up. After all, when it comes to killing, what's the point of having a little blood on him? Besides, places near water sources are the most dangerous.

  "The top-level martial art of the Fang family, Bōshan Quán (Collapse Mountain Fist), has a total of seven forms. It is said to have the power to split mountains and shatter peaks. My father, Fang Zhèn, once used this technique to blast a mountain into dust." Fang Yán recalled his family's traditional martial art, Bōshan Quán, and began practicing from the first form.

  Can't help but admit, the original master's physique is not good, but his willpower is excellent, and the foundation is laid very solidly. This Wuji崩山拳 has grasped some of its essence, but unfortunately, it has only been practiced to the third level of Qi, and it can't exert its due power.

  Fang Yanxiu practiced this martial art, without the usual obscurity, his fist was like the wind, moving clouds and flowing water, his movements were smooth and fluent, without any hesitation or awkwardness, even some of the more difficult parts were executed with precision.

  Fang Yan's fist was like the wind, and the strong gusts of wind knocked down leaves on the trees. The fallen leaves flew about, but Fang Yan remained unaware. He continued with his second, third, fourth, and all the way to seventh form, wielding his fists with ease. The surrounding leaves were blown away by the terrifying force, flying high into the air, as if a storm of falling leaves had begun.

  "Human-level top-notch martial arts skill, Mountain Collapse Fist proficiency +1." Suddenly, a cold system prompt sounded in Fang Yan's mind, Fang Yan retracted his fist, and an idea flashed through his mind. A rectangular image, like a computer screen, appeared in his mind, divided into several sections.

  Only a line of small characters appeared on the martial skills column: "Human-level top-grade martial skill, Collapsing Mountain Fist, proficiency distance to next level still needs 1,000 points of proficiency."

  Familiar with "Xianjing", Fangyan knows that in the game, proficiency is divided into five levels: out of the ordinary, entering the room, entering the micro and great completion, pure fire, and one generation master.

  A proficiency of one thousand, practicing no less than a hundred times a day, wouldn't that mean I'd have to practice over three million times, and it would take nearly eight years to reach the realm of a great master? That's just too terrifying. It would take eight years. Suddenly, Fang Yan's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Ordinary people cultivate martial skills, apart from becoming skilled through practice, they also need to gain more insight to improve, but I only need my proficiency to reach this level, and naturally, the realm will be reached too. In the future, cultivating martial skills won't be much easier?"

  Proficiency comes from familiarity, and familiarity comes from constant practice. Every day, practice once, no need to comprehend any profound meaning, the more you use it, the more proficient you'll become naturally.

  Cultivation is the foundation, and cultivation is reflected through martial skills. In terms of cultivation, Fang Yan has the existence of the Xian Jie system, as long as he has enough merit points, his cultivation speed will far exceed that of his peers' geniuses.

  With this sudden system, combined with his own qualifications, Fang Yan immediately possessed the capital to look down on the geniuses of this world. If various martial skills all reached the realm of a generation master, killing enemies across levels was not a problem, he didn't believe that humans in this world could cultivate every single martial skill to the realm of a generation master.

  Thinking of this, Fang Yan couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh loudly. With this Xianjie system, all the geniuses in this world would be trampled under his feet.