Chapter 437 - 182: Nightmare, Immortal Technique True Essence
Chapter 437: Chapter 182: Nightmare, Immortal Technique True Essence
This transformation was born from the torment he had endured day and night.
Moreover, now that his Immortal Technique True Essence was cultivated, it would continue to transform the higher his cultivation climbed.
With every breakthrough to a new stage, his True Essence would undergo a sublimation.
His strength would only grow more terrifying from here on out.
Gazing upon the brilliant, starlit All Heavens Life and Death Talisman within his Dantian, Fang Xing felt a profound sense of security.
The inhuman pain had been an extreme agony, but as long as it resulted in greater power, then it was all a worthy trade-off.
Suppressing the aura of his True Essence, Fang Xing’s eyes gleamed. He felt an impulse to get into a fight.
He wanted to test the invincible might of his Immortal Technique True Essence.
He could only sense its effects; the specifics would only be revealed in actual combat.
However, he was fully confident he could fight a Grandmaster in the True Essence Third Realm; he might even be a match for one in the Middle Stage.
With his cultivation advanced, his various methods—including his Divine Techniques, Martial Arts, and Divine Soul Secret Techniques—could truly begin to shine.
After carefully sensing his current True Essence, Fang Xing stabilized his aura and stepped out of the Training Room.
Looking up at the brilliant sun, a rare smile touched his lips.
’If my spirit hadn’t been strong enough, the torment of these past few months would have surely killed me.’
He really didn’t want to experience that ordeal of fire and ice a second time.
’Another round of that, and I’d probably go insane.’
"Oh, Sir! You’ve come out of seclusion?"
A voice called out. Fang Xing turned to see Hong Luan looking at him, her face full of surprise.
Hong Luan had just come by to check on him as usual, not expecting him to have emerged.
She had thought he would need much more time.
Upon seeing Fang Xing, Hong Luan quickly walked forward, her face filled with delight.
"Sir, after being in seclusion for these past few months, you must have achieved Great Success with your Divine Skill, right?"
Hearing Hong Luan’s question, a muscle in Fang Xing’s cheek twitched.
’Great Success? If my All Heavens Life and Death Wheel were at the Great Success stage now, I’d dare to march right into the Demon Alliance headquarters and annihilate the Ten Great Demon Saints.’
"It went well enough. I made some progress," Fang Xing said with a slight nod.
He had no desire to relive the painful experience of the past few months.
Just thinking about it made his skin crawl.
The months of cultivation had burned the feeling into his muscle memory.
He felt a tremor of instinctual fear.
"How much Merit do you have left?" Fang Xing asked, looking at Hong Luan.
Startled by Fang Xing’s sudden question, Hong Luan paused for a moment before quickly recovering and presenting her waist token.
"Sir, I have several tens of thousands of Merit left, and with my monthly stipend, it’s enough for me."
Fang Xing winced inwardly as he saw the pitiful sum of a few tens of thousands of Merit on Hong Luan’s token.
’That much Merit wouldn’t even be enough to get stuck in my teeth.’
Since she was one of his own, he certainly wasn’t going to be stingy.
Taking Hong Luan’s token, Fang Xing took out his own and tapped it against hers. The amount of Merit displayed on her token instantly skyrocketed.
Fang Xing had transferred a portion of his Merit. He handed the token back to her. "Keep this Merit and use it."
"T-two... two million!!!"
Staring at the number on her token, Hong Luan’s eyelids began to twitch violently. She snapped back to reality and immediately offered the token back to Fang Xing.
"Sir, this is far too much Merit! This subordinate dares not accept it."
"I gave it to you, so take it. Stop with the nonsense," Fang Xing said with a sidelong glance.
Hong Luan couldn’t help but shrink back.
She accepted the token, feeling deeply uneasy.
’Two million Merit!’
This was the first time she had ever received so much Merit.
Even for her, it was an astronomical sum.
"I transferred that Merit to you for your Cultivation," Fang Xing’s voice reached her ears. "I need to leave for a while. I might not be back for a year or two."
Hearing this, Hong Luan froze.
’A... a year or two?!’
’Where could he be going that would take so long?’
’Could it be that the Commander has arranged another mission for him?’