Chapter 4: A Small Test of One's Skills

  Fang Yan started practicing Bung San Kuen at the age of eight. In nearly seven years, he has already reached the realm of perfection, just one step away from becoming a grandmaster. Unfortunately, due to limited talent, his cultivation is only at the third level of Qi refinement, and the power of Bung San Kuen can only be unleashed at 20-30% of its full potential.

  If Fang Yan were now at the cultivation of Qi Refining Ninth Layer, relying on the pure and refined realm of Bongshan Fist Furnace Fire, he would be enough to laugh proudly among his peers.

  "With the merit points, using the merit points to cultivate, the cultivation speed is several times that of usual, it can be described as a thousand miles in one day. These merit points can be obtained by killing demonic beasts, I don't know if killing humans can also obtain corresponding merit points." Now, Fang Yan is extremely eager for merit points.

  "Whatever, my body isn't fully recovered yet, so I'll just go kill some low-level demonic beasts in the forest to restore my health to full before talking."

  Fang Yan was a master of the fist, and although his swordsmanship was powerful, he lacked the corresponding sword skills. The power of the precious sword in his hand could not be brought out at all, and it could only be used to hunt down some low-level demon beasts. After learning that the Bongshan Fist was only one thousandth away from mastery, Fang Yan would be able to enter the realm of a grandmaster. Therefore, Fang Yan put the long sword on his back and abandoned the sword for his fists.

  Fang Yan displays the Mount Bao Fist, killing low-level demonic beasts like Jumping Rabbit with a single punch, instantly crushing their brains and earning both merit points and increased proficiency in the Mount Bao Fist.

  In the dense jungle, Fang Yan avoided some powerful demon beasts and specifically targeted some first-level demon beasts to practice his skills. His proficiency and merit points were growing rapidly in a straight line. On the way, he encountered several more first-level spiritual herbs. Before, he hadn't paid attention, but now that he was paying attention, he discovered that these spiritual herbs were everywhere in the Sword Grave, and wherever there were demon beasts, one or two could be found.

  "This second-level spiritual grass can be exchanged for four points of experience value, if it were a third-level spiritual grass, it would be exchangeable for eight points of experience value."

  Fang Yan showed a thoughtful expression when he exchanged one second-level spiritual grass for four points of experience value. This second-level spiritual grass was much better than the first-level spiritual grass, but could only be exchanged for four points of experience value, which felt a bit too little to him.

  Actually, Fang Yan still underestimated the value of these four experience points. This spiritual grass needs to be refined into a pill to repair the body, but this experience point can directly convert into life points, equivalent to having a master alchemist by his side at all times. He should feel extremely content with that.

  In the Sword Tomb, time flew by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed. His health had been restored to its maximum value through the equivalent exchange system, and his body had recovered to its peak state, better than ever before. Especially, the proficiency of the Collapsing Mountain Fist was only 700 points away from entering the realm of a grandmaster.

  Fang Yan was walking in front when suddenly a rustling sound came from the woods ahead.

  "Some people, reborn for several days, previously intentionally avoided, now finally met a person." Fang Yan crouched down, like a hunting leopard ready to attack at any time, hiding in a tall bush.

  Through the gaps in the jungle, Fang Yan looked towards the source of the sound, and saw two slender figures swaying in the distance, about a dozen zhang away from him.

  "Damn it, how did we end up with such a miserable task? Fang Yan that useless thing has already been swallowed by the monster and there's no corpse left. And now they want us to search around here. Look at this place, it's all been ravaged by those monsters, nothing is left, today was a complete waste of time."

  "Zhang Tao, don't say too much. Gao Shao is doing this for a reason, you don't know? In this Sword Grave, the experts of the Fang family are searching for that waste, Fang Yan. If he's not dead and joins forces with the Fang family's experts, they'll definitely deal us a fatal blow." Two burly teenagers walked through the forest, grumbling as they went.

  "It's a branch of the Gao family." Fang Yan heard the voice, his eyebrows furrowed, this Gao Jin really looked down on himself, actually sending someone to find him. "Since you're so eager to see me, then today I'll use the two of you as a test run."

  Fang Yan made up his mind that as long as he had the chance, he would definitely cut down this evil party to the last man.

  "Lin Ping, wait for me a moment, I'm urgent to pee, I'll go ahead and relieve myself in the bushes." The young man named Zhang Tao suddenly ran quickly towards the thicket of shrubs in front.

  "This guy wants to pee, it's really 'heaven has a road you don't walk, hell has no door you deliberately rush in'. Looking at Zhang Tao running and unbuttoning his belt over there, this guy is heading towards Fang Yan's direction."

  As he walked up to the bush, Zhang Tao symbolically glanced around and undid his belt, ready to whip it out and take care of business on the spot.

  When people are urinating, they are in the most relaxed state of mind. At this time, Zhang Tao was humming a little tune. Just then, a sharp glint flashed across Fang Yan's eyes. He didn't want to let this guy pee on him. The Bursting Mountain Fist struck out at Zhang Tao without hesitation.

  Bang!

  All of a sudden, there was a loud crash. Poor Zhang Tao had a cultivation base of four layers of Qi Refining, but he was sneak attacked by Fang Yan. He didn't even understand what happened before his body flew out backwards.

  Fang Yan knew the gap in strength between him and Zhang Tao, who was a fourth-level Qi Refining cultivator. Although it seemed like just one level apart, there was actually a huge difference. The third level of Qi Refining was only the peak of the initial stage, while the fourth level was already at the intermediate stage. An intermediate-stage cultivator could easily kill any initial-stage cultivator in an instant. In this Sword Grave, Fang Yan's previous self was at the bottom in terms of cultivation. If he weren't the sole son of the Fang family, anyone here could have killed him with ease.

  At this moment, Fang Yan is no longer the Wu Xia Ameng of the past. He should be a different person after three days apart. Although he has only practiced Qi for three levels, relying on his Bongshan Fist, a top-level martial skill, he can kill enemies beyond his level.

  Intentional or unintentional, Zhang Tao was caught off guard by Fang Yan, and for half a moment he didn't react. Even if he had just urinated, he would have been injured. But in that brief moment of distraction, Fang Yan flashed out from the thicket like lightning, his hand gripping the ancient Pu sword tightly as it stabbed straight at Zhang Tao's heart.

  The long sword pierced through the chest, and what entered his eyes was a face full of confusion and unbelief. Fang Yan grasped the long sword with one hand, raised it, and stirred it forcefully. The opponent's vitality quickly dissipated, followed by a crisp ringing sound in his mind. "Ding! Killed a fourth-level Qi Refining cultivator, congratulations to the host for obtaining four points of merit value."

  "Zhang Tao, what's wrong? How did peeing make such a big commotion." Lin Ping heard the noise made by Fang Yan killing Zhang Tao and walked towards the bush where Fang Yan was, muttering to himself. He didn't have the habit of peeking at others relieving themselves, because they were quite far apart, he had no idea what happened to Zhang Tao.

  "Fang Yan! How dare you kill Zhang Tao!" Lin Ping, who had suddenly rushed to the scene, exclaimed loudly after his initial shock. His voice was as loud as thunder, and the air vibrated with a buzzing sound due to his powerful Qi of the fourth level.

  When Lin Ping's gaze met Fang Yan's, the clear eyes were filled with a chilling intent, like those of a wild beast. Lin Ping involuntarily shuddered, wasn't Fang Yan supposed to be dead? How could he be here? Hadn't that chaotic demon torn him to pieces, or had Master Gao not killed this kid? Was he going to use our hands to get rid of this little brat?