Chapter 373: Hurry and Stop Boss Fang!

"System, are you sure you're not trying to screw me over?" Proprietor Fang stared at the route marked on the system panel, which stretched directly across from the entire southeast all the way to the northwest. "That far?!"

"And what on earth do you mean by players getting punished for playing games in our shop?!" Proprietor Fang bellowed. "I've never heard of someone getting punished just for playing video games. Is playing games a crime now?! Do I look like someone who is that easily fooled?"

The system gave no response, maintaining a cold attitude of 'take it or leave it.'

"Can I really draw items that strengthen myself?" Proprietor Fang asked. "Is there anything simpler, the kind where my strength shoots up rapidly without me having to suffer?"

One had to remember that back then, the T-Virus, which claimed to have no side effects, had caused Proprietor Fang so much agonizing pain that he felt closer to death than life. He was utterly unwilling to endure such suffering ever again.

As for going to the movie or game cultivation rooms, the prerequisite for improving his strength was to endure brutal, frantic beatings, which Proprietor Fang was obviously not keen on at all.

The System: "Given the host's luck, the reward drawn is highly likely to be a game or a movie."

(So do not contemplate things that do not exist.)

"Screw you! Would it kill you to keep your mouth shut?" Proprietor Fang's face twitched. At the very least, he still had one lucky draw available after completing the sales mission for Grand Theft Auto V. He refused to believe he couldn't draw something good!

At this moment, a few idle players who weren't currently at their computers, such as Su Tianji and Ye Xiaoye, were casually discussing how some players in their guild hadn't come online. Proprietor Fang grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling and sketching away. "Take a look at this. If the Dajin Kingdom is located right here..."

Proprietor Fang pointed at the bottom right corner of the map, and then gestured toward a position slightly to the upper left of the center. "Then what kind of place is this around here?"

After all, Proprietor Fang was completely directionally challenged; even with a detailed location, he wouldn't recognize it.

"What 'this position' and 'what place'?" Su Tianji was the first to lean over. Looking at the Dajin Kingdom that Proprietor Fang had drawn on the map, which occupied only a minuscule area, she remarked, "The Dajin Kingdom is only this tiny? Then if you go to this position...?"

"Phoenix Mountain?" She shook her head. "No, Phoenix Mountain is a bit further to the right. Or... the Taixi Holy Sect? Why are you asking about this?"

"The Taixi Holy Sect?" Proprietor Fang sank into deep contemplation. "What kind of sect is that? A Holy Sect? Are they very powerful?"

"Of course," Su Tianji said. "It is one of the oldest sects on the entire continent. Remember the Yundian Region that came to attack the Dajin Kingdom last time? They were quite formidable, right? Yet they are merely lackeys to the Three Great Holy Sects."

"Is the Yundian Region really that powerful?" Proprietor Fang replied. "Weren't their commanders all captured by you guys? The ones who were only released after paying a whole mountain of spirit crystals as ransom?"

"..." Su Tianji's face darkened. "You brat, you aren't thinking of making a move against them, are you? I'm warning you, unless the senior backing you decides to step in, you might stand a slight chance. But if you go by yourself... you'd better stop looking for trouble."

"Heh, why would I make a move against them?" Proprietor Fang chuckled. "I don't even know them. Do I look like the kind of person who would travel thousands of miles just to cause trouble for them?"

"It's best if you don't," Su Tianji glared at him. "I'm telling you this for your own good. With your meager cultivation, you wouldn't even suffice to fill the gaps between their teeth."

Proprietor Fang nodded repeatedly, saying, "Indeed, indeed!"

Clutching the poorly drawn map in his hand, Proprietor Fang scratched his head. "Hey system, it's really not nice of you to dig a pit for me like this, is it? It's one of the oldest sects, so without even asking, I know there must be countless grand masters inside. I'm only at the Great Martial Master realm. Are you really trying to make me overturn their mountain peak? What if I can't make it back?"

"Could it be that you want to murder your host so you can find a new lover? Is that really appropriate?"

"..."

After a long silence, the system panel finally displayed: "Please explore on your own, Host."

"Explore... explore my foot." Proprietor Fang looked utterly depressed. "Aren't you just trying to force me into the cultivation room to get beaten up?"

"Forget it, forget it." Proprietor Fang checked his remaining time for the cultivation rooms: one day in the movie cultivation room, and two days in the game cultivation room.

"Hmm..."

Very soon, Fang Qi returned to his room and began a new phase of his cultivation.

"To train the Sword God to a higher level...?" Proprietor Fang looked at Li Xiaoyao standing before him, his brow furrowed. "No... my cultivation isn't high enough. The returns for training upward right now are far too low..."

"Should I find someone whose cultivation isn't that high... to raise my own cultivation base first?"

Soon, a young man wearing a brown uniform with flames rising from his hands appeared before his eyes—Kyo Kusanagi, at his true strength level from The King of Fighters '97.

A fist was thrust forward accompanied by a terrifying crimson flame, its power clearly incomparably greater than it appeared in the game.

Aragami!

Proprietor Fang threw out an identical punch, driving the violent Qi within his body forward to clash ferociously against the attack!

...

One day inside equated to one year outside. Proprietor Fang spent another two years in the game cultivation room. When his time was completely exhausted, the divine light in his eyes grew increasingly sharp and pure. It seemed as though a spark of fire was rising within them, resembling a volcano ready to erupt at any moment. Even while standing perfectly still, he exuded an explosive aura of power.

Immediately afterward, without a moment's rest, Fang Qi found himself standing before a crude thatched hut nestled within a bamboo forest, where the melancholic sound of an erhu echoed softly.

A middle-aged man wearing a blue-gray outer robe and cradling an erhu in his arms stood up with a calm expression.

He looked just like a hermit who had detached himself from the mortal world—the Heavenly Sword, Nameless.

Ten tenths of his full power!

The Nameless at this moment was not the weakened version with only one-tenth of his power left who had fought Absolute Godless; he was the supreme peak of the Way of the Sword—the Heavenly Sword.

His expression was serene

A few days ago he was merely at the primary stage of a Grand Martial Master, and now he is already in its late phases; having just gained a shred of strength, he rushes off to provoke the Tai Xi Sect—is he not utterly mad?

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