Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 300 - 152: A Supreme Expert Is Right Beside Me! (Part 2)

Chapter 300: Chapter 152: A Supreme Expert Is Right Beside Me! (Part 2)

It can only be said, three minutes on stage, ten years of work off stage.

Wang Shi, died without injustice.

If Fan Wubing really wanted to, he wouldn’t need two punches, just one punch would be enough to kill him.

After killing Wang Shi and Li Jiu, he also discovered two special magical artifacts. Two pitch-black chains. The black color of these chains was almost the same as Chengming’s Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hammer. Thinking they might have been forged by Chengming, he put them away.

The Mountain God slowly woke up. He struggled to open his eyes and saw Lord Rou beside him, only now Lord Rou had become very small, reduced to just a core lump of flesh.

"You’re awake," Lord Rou said.

Fan Wubing looked over.

The Mountain God’s thoughts quickly returned to when he faced Wang Shi on the cliff wall earlier, his face changed drastically, panicking, "Lord Envoy, Lord Envoy! Wang Shi he—"

"Calm down. Your Lord Envoy is right beside you," Lord Rou chuckled.

The Mountain God turned his head and saw Fan Wubing in perfect condition, appearing even more spirited and ethereal, and immediately burst into tears, rushing over, "Lord Envoy!"

Fan Wubing kicked him disdainfully, "Don’t wipe your snot on me!"

The Mountain God sobbed and quickly asked, "Lord Envoy, are you alright?"

"I’m fine, perfectly fine."

"What about that Nuo Ghost Face guy?"

"Dead."

The Mountain God was stunned for a moment, "That cripple?"

"Also dead."

The Mountain God inhaled sharply, asking, "Could there be a powerful figure helping?"

Lord Rou smiled, "Indeed, there is a powerful figure."

The Mountain God’s eyes lit up, "Who is it?"

"Right beside you," Lord Rou couldn’t help but laugh.

The Mountain God looked around, only seeing Lord Rou and the Special Envoy, "Where?"

The two didn’t reply.

The Mountain God realized, "Could it be..." He looked at Fan Wubing, almost popping his eyes out, "Lord Envoy actually came this time, hiding his cultivation! Playing dumb to catch a tiger!"

Fan Wubing scolded with a laugh, "You’d rather believe I’m playing dumb to catch a tiger than believe I really have some skills, huh?"

"But, you’re... a Nascent Soul!" The Mountain God widened his eyes, "I haven’t received incense offerings for three hundred years, yet I still have a Nascent Soul!"

"Just goes to show, even among Nascent Souls, there are different levels."

The Mountain God stared blankly at the sky... He remembered that before he lost consciousness, he indeed saw the Special Envoy’s sword, "The boundary divisions... no longer exist."

Fan Wubing felt slightly indifferent.

Saying that realm divisions were meaningless to him seemed indeed true.

Other cultivators play with accumulation of cultivation, understanding of the Dao, while he plays with numerical inflation; they’re not even on the same track. Using cultivation to measure his strength is meaningless. The peak of Nascent Soul cultivation is just for outsiders to see; true combat depends on the blood bar hanging above his head that turns dark red.

One could say, he is, among many cultivators in the Cultivation Realm, a pure numbers player.

Cultivators care about Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment... Fetal Movement, Divinity Transformation... Mahayana, tribulation crossing... these realms, major realms enclosing minor realms, supplemented by things like divine souls and the physical body, each layer tightly interconnected. Having a higher realm suppresses people.

Fan Wubing cares about one hundred blood, one thousand blood, ten thousand blood... one billion blood, ten billion blood, one hundred billion blood... As long as my numbers are high enough, what about being a Nascent Soul, I can still obliterate the Dao with one punch.

Driving through the Cultivation Realm with a blood bar isn’t just talk; it’s indeed possible.

After the shock and joy, it’s time to properly discuss the aftermath issues.

Fan Wubing was very generous, transforming his own Qi and blood into incense fire divine brilliance, forcibly reconstructing the Mountain God’s golden body.

The Mountain God was originally a Middle Stage of Divinity Transformation divine cultivator. With Fan Wubing’s help, he not only recovered to his peak but also broke through to the Late-Stage Seventh-Layer of Divinity Transformation in one go.

He wasn’t lying; in his full form, he truly was a tall, slender, handsome, extraordinary young man.

He also had a name called "Qingxuan."

Qingxuan, full of radiance, looked at Fan Wubing with infatuated eyes, "Lord Envoy, you are my reborn parent! This humble god can only repay you by serving you for life!"

Fan Wubing’s mouth twitched, "Get lost!"

Lord Rou was in a good mood too, asking with a smile, "Speaking of which, what should be done about the people in Sickness City? Now that they’ve recovered."

Queyu Mountain God Qingxuan thought for a moment and said, "Leave it to me, the humble god, to arrange. Also..." His eyes turned sharp, "It seems Queyu Mountain has returned to the territory of Great Li, and this humble god has reestablished contact with the Court. The humble god needs to report these matters to the Fuxian Bureau Divine Dao Branch."

Fan Wubing asked, "How do you plan to report it?"

Qingxuan gritted his teeth, "These three hundred years of gloom and these three days of clarity, report them truthfully, without change. But as for Lord Envoy, how should I speak of you?" He knew, without the Special Envoy, there’d be none of this. But he also knew, the identity of the Special Envoy was fake.

Fan Wubing looked towards the direction of Celestial Balance Upper City, squinting.

He remembered what Chengming had said earlier. Great Li is now divided into two factions. One led by Ye Chuxuan, the other by Ye Yixian. He was also acutely aware that this "heart’s desire" trial could not bypass the Great Li Dynasty regardless.

He showed an intriguing smile, "Just say, I was sent by Crown Prince Ye Yixian."

He understood very well that even if Qingxuan didn’t speak, the Fuxian Bureau would investigate in due time. With the Fuxian Bureau’s methods, finding out the truth wouldn’t be difficult.

Rather than letting the name "Fan Wubing" passively appear in the case, taking on that responsibility, why not... be proactive, openly admit it, and then pass the dilemma onwards.