Chapter 1001: Just A Diversionary Tactic

Fang Chen's words evidently caught them off guard, and surprise appeared on all of their faces.

Despite the terrible situation he had found himself in, this mere sword cultivator dared to mock the Multi Treasure Trading Company and the Second Rank Loose Immortal from Yunlu City?

"You really are bold," Zhao Mingxuan said, smiling but not quite smiling. "Do you know who I am?"

"Who are you?" Fang Chen asked with a smile.

This person was at the Dao Union Realm, similar in cultivation level to Nangong Yuancheng and the person next to him.

"The Second Rank Loose Immortal you just mentioned is my father," answered Zhao Mingxuan, sneering.

Everyone thought Fang Chen would immediately back down upon, but instead, he simply nodded. "So you are the son of a Loose Immortal and the young master of the Multi Treasure Trading Company. No wonder you dare to break the rules and mistreat your own family's guests. Would your father spank you and scold you for tarnishing the family's reputation if he knew?"

The smile on Zhao Mingxuan's face vanished instantly.

The nearby sword cultivators' sword intent flared upon hearing Fang Chen's words.

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Clap, clap, clap...

" Sun Gu couldn't help but clap and laugh. "Impressive, I really admire your courage. Where did Long Ruo find such a talented individual?"

Nangong Yuancheng looked at Fang Chen with a sneer, thinking that the damn sword cultivator was like Nangong Yu and couldn't understand his own situation.

Fang Chen wore a smile. "You three didn't invite me here just to chat about this nonsense, right? Speak up if you have something to say. I don't have much time. Once you're done, I'm leaving."

The nearby sword cultivators looked at him with complex expressions. Even though they were Zhao Mingxuan's men, seeing a fellow sword cultivator like Fang Chen speak so boldly to Zhao Mingxuan and the others roused a sense of admiration in their hearts.

Zhao Mingxuan sneered. "Leaving? Where can you go after coming here?"

Sun Gu and Nangong Yuancheng couldn't help but laugh.

"If you insist on putting on airs, then I'll be leaving," Fang Chen said, shaking his head.

He suddenly disappeared from his spot.

The nearby sword cultivators were stunned, looking at each other, unable to sense Fang Chen's presence anymore.

The first sword cultivator to react rushed out of the courtyard, his gaze sharp as an eagle's. He searched inch by inch, but still found no trace of Fang Chen.

Zhao Mingxuan's expression gradually turned ashen.

Sun Gu looked at him, then at the spot where Fang Chen had stood, his brow slightly furrowed.

Nangong Yuancheng frowned. "What kind of escape technique is this?"

"With so many sword cultivators watching, no matter how strong the escape technique, it's impossible to leave without a trace," Zhao Mingxuan said coldly. "It's probably just a stupid trick."

𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

He scanned the courtyard and growled, "Trying to trick us so you can get away? I advise you to show yourself now, to avoid suffering before you die."

The surroundings were very quiet.

Getting no response, Zhao Mingxuan eventually nodded to the sword cultivator who had charged out. "Dig three feet into the ground if you must, but find him!"

Soon, the courtyard was searched over and over by the group of sword cultivators. It was nearly turned upside down, yet they found no trace of Fang Chen.

It was clear it was not just a mere trick.

Just as everyone was puzzled, someone hurried in to make a report. "Young master, he's outside!"

Outside?!

Zhao Mingxuan's expression darkened.

At the entrance of the Multi Treasure Trading Company, Fang Chen had met up with Fu Donghai and was leaving.

When Zhao Mingxuan and the others came out, they looked at Fang Chen's departing figure, their expressions dark.

Seemingly sensing them, Fang Chen turned around and waved them goodbye.

Sun Gu snorted coldly. "Such audacity."

Nangong Yuancheng stared at Fang Chen's departing back and venomously spat, "A mere sword cultivator dares to mock us like that? If he does not die, my surname isn't Nangong."

Zhao Mingxuan calmly said, "In a few days, Long Ruo will probably send him back to the Long Family. This person must go to the Sword Burial Heavenly Steps, and I will have someone stop him then."

Sun Gu glanced at Zhao Mingxuan and gave a soft warning. "If Long Ruo is also there, the members of the Long Family might interfere...."

Zhao Mingxuan snorted. "Just a sword cultivator, even if I kill him in front of Long Ruo, Yunlu City wouldn't turn against me. The old man still has many years left. He might even have a chance to advance to the third rank."

***

Fu Donghai sized up Fang Chen with a strange expression. "Those few people just now... one of them is Zhao Mingxuan, the son of the Second Rank Loose Immortal of Yunlu City. There is also Nangong Yuancheng, and the other seems to be a member of the Sun family, Sun Gu."

He couldn't help but frown. "Do you know them?"

As the chief disciple of the Ninth Sword Academy of the Long Family, Fu Donghai had seen more of the world than the ordinary sword cultivator. It was hard to imagine how Fang Chen, who came from such a rural area, had gone to the Multi Treasure Trading Company once and become acquainted with those three.

The strangest of all was Sun Gu. It had to be known that the Long Family was furious about Sun Yi's matter. How could Sun Gu and Fang Chen be on good terms?

Fang Chen nodded lightly. "Those gentlemen are quite hospitable."

While Zhao Mingxuan and the others were searching for him, he had already bought a tael of Dragon Immortal Blood from the Multi Treasure Trading Company.

Upon returning to the Sword Duel Palace, he planned to try and cultivate the third level of the Radiant Divine Eyes in the Three Thousand Dao Realm.

Fu Donghai frowned slightly. "Hospitable?"

***

The Three Thousand Dao Realm.

Carefully following the method described, Fang Chen quickly turned the 9 spiritual materials into a bowl of black, paint-like medicinal soup.

The smell of the medicine was not just unpleasant, it was just strange. If any ordinary person took a deep whiff, the discomfort would be enough to nauseate them to the point of vomiting.

Fang Chen drank it expressionlessly, then sat cross-legged on the ground, quietly waiting for the medicine to take effect.

After several hours, the medicine finally started to work, seeming to transform into a warm stream that continuously flowed into Fang Chen's eyes.

Fang Chen opened his eyes, and the strange blue light grew stronger; the surrounding spiritual power began to swirl more intensely.

First, it was within a ten-mile radius, then a hundred miles, a thousand miles. It was similar to the time Li Changsheng activated the Starry Sky Great Shift formation.

These spiritual powers, like rolling tides, continuously converged here, forming a vortex over Fang Chen's head.

Fang Chen was at the center of this vortex.

Time passed day by day.

One month, two months.

One year, three years, five years.

The phenomenon lasted for nearly eight or nine years. In the final year of the Three Thousand Dao Realm, the surging spiritual power suddenly found an outlet, crazily pouring into Fang Chen's forehead.

This volume of spiritual energy far exceeded the limits that Fang Chen's body could contain, far more than his current spiritual energy by hundreds, thousands of times.

In an instant, blood streamed from the corners of Fang Chen's eyes, his ears, mouth, and even from the pores on his body.

Fang Chen's expression was solemn. "How could the opening of the third level be so difficult...."

If it continued, his physical body might be ruined.