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"I was just thinking how great it would be to become a Sword Immortal and soar through the sky on a sword... and now I've fished one up!"
"This is the Divine Sequence!"
He had fished a genuine sword out of a swimming pool!
It was something from nothing, beyond all common sense.
Beaming, Jiang Fu reached out and took the longsword, which glowed faintly violet.
The moment his hand closed around the hilt,
a Third System Light Screen suddenly lit up before him.
Information about the sword appeared on it.
Jiang Fu froze.
He hadn't expected a sword caught through the Divine Sequence
to trigger the Third System Light Screen.
[Name: Purple Song] [Category: Flying Sword (Psychokinetic Weapon)] [Grade: 3 (Yellow-tier Upper Grade)] [Refinement Progress: 0]
Jiang Fu's eyes lit up.
A flying sword!
A psychokinetic weapon!
Yellow-tier upper grade!
A grade-ranked weapon!
The battle knives Jiang Fu had taken from the martial artists who had hunted him
were used by martial artists, but they had no grade.
They were merely ordinary weapons.
The difference between them and grade-ranked weapons was like the difference between ordinary and Transcendent Martial Artists.
And a grade-ranked weapon had to be refined before its true power could be unleashed.
"But that name... Purple Song?"
"Sounds like a rooster crowing."
"No good. Not imposing enough."
"It needs a new one!"
"What should I call it..."
"I've got it!"
Jiang Fu's eyes lit up.
"From now on, your name is... Qie Man!"
As soon as he spoke,
the violet blade trembled softly,
as though in reply.
At the same moment,
the name on the System Screen
changed from "Purple Song" to "Qie Man."
Jiang Fu grinned with satisfaction.
Flying Sword Qie Man!
Now that was a name worthy of Sixth Brother's sword!
"Multiply by Ten... Refine it first, then multiply it by ten!"
As a rule,
the higher a weapon's grade, the harder it was to refine.
...Weapons without a grade didn't need refining at all.
Jiang Fu cast the hook back into the pool.
Then he guided his Spirit Power slowly into the flying sword.
In an instant,
the first things he sensed were intricate, mysterious Rune Patterns.
The moment his Spirit Power touched them,
a tremendous suction swallowed it whole.
The next second,
a faint glimmer appeared in the formerly dim Rune Patterns.
On the System Screen,
the Refinement Progress changed from 0 to 0.01%.
Jiang Fu's Spirit Power Value dropped from 1,000 to 900.
He sucked in a sharp breath.
"One hundred Spirit Power only refined 0.01%?"
"Does it have to be this ridiculous?"
"Good thing I didn't rashly multiply the refinement speed by ten. My Spirit Power would've run dry in a second!"
Jiang Fu's mouth twitched.
He finally remembered what he'd read about grade-ranked weapons.
These things were meant for Transcendent Martial Artists.
Only a Transcendent Psychic Master could refine one smoothly.
Below the Transcendent level, ordinary martial artists used weapons
like battle knives, classified as low-, mid-, or high-tier.
"But there's no rush. I'll take it slowly."
"As long as I refine ten percent, that'll be a hundred percent for me."
"I'm cultivating the Star Gazing Chart on a Rainy Night now. I can restore my Spirit Power whenever I need to!"
"But I'll have to refine this sword completely before multiplying its quality by ten."
With that in mind,
Jiang Fu continued refining the flying sword little by little
while using his Spirit Power to sketch the street scene from the Silken Rain Painting in his mind.
Meanwhile,
at Bin City Ninth Martial Artist Hospital,
Guo Fangdong's face was dark purple, and his whole body had swollen by a size.
Tubes protruded from him everywhere
as he lay in bed, groaning.
Beside the bed sat a narrow-eyed man with a sinister face.
Looking at Guo Fangdong, he said quietly, "I want the Access Card for Blue Shore Manor Residential Area."
Guo Fangdong blinked his swollen eyelids.
"Old Wu, Blue Shore Manor Residential Area is for martial artists. Security is tight. Are you sure you want to make your move there?" he asked weakly.
Old Wu gritted his teeth. "Because of that precious nephew of yours, Huzi, Dapeng, and Gangzi are all gone!"
"They were brothers who fought beside me for more than ten years!"
"No matter what, Jiang Fu has to die."
That seven-man Hunting Squad wasn't strong enough to spend a night in the Wilderness Area.
Now they had been gone all night, and their phones were off.
The odds that they were alive were slim.
Whether Jiang Fu had killed them or not,
they had entered the Wilderness Area because of him.
So the debt naturally fell on Jiang Fu.
What Old Wu had thought would be a simple hunt
had cost him seven brothers.
Guo Fangdong closed his eyes. "It's in my coat pocket."
"Once it's done, I'll add another three hundred million."
Old Wu scoffed. "Why spend so much on an ant you could crush with one hand?"
Guo Fangdong's stiff mouth twitched. "An ant you could crush with one hand?"
Old Wu fell silent.
After the first assassination attempt,
the kid had been as good as dead,
yet he had miraculously survived.
The second time...
Old Wu had lost seven brothers.
But Jiang Fu had come back from the Wilderness Area without a scratch!
"You're right. He's no ant."
"But the safer a place seems, the more dangerous it can be!"
"Jiang Fu would never expect anyone to dare assassinate him inside Blue Shore Manor Residential Area."
"Of course, he probably still doesn't know his dear uncle is doing everything he can to kill him."
Guo Fangdong answered flatly, "Remember to bring back his head."
Old Wu gave Guo Fangdong an unreadable look.
After a moment's hesitation, he said, "You and your wife had countless chances to kill him while he was growing up."
"But you chose to act only after he became a martial artist."
"And I've seen the kid. His Blood Energy looks full, but it's unstable and rootless."
"He clearly forced it higher by consuming his Origin... Could it be..."
Guo Fangdong closed his slightly bulging eyes. "I pay, you do the work. Don't ask what you shouldn't."
Old Wu snorted.
He got up, took Guo Fangdong's coat from the wardrobe, and pulled out an Access Card.
Owners at Blue Shore Manor Residential Area could enter freely and without obstruction,
just like at the Martial Artist Certification system by the Safety Passage.
But non-owners who had permission to stay there needed to swipe an Access Card to get in.
Just before Old Wu left,
Guo Fangdong couldn't help adding, "There's a better way for you to kill Jiang Fu..."
"After all, your brother is at Ninth High School..."
"Shut up!"
Old Wu's furious shout cut him off.
Then he slammed the door behind him.
Beside the villa's swimming pool,
Jiang Fu slowed his refinement of the flying sword
and sped up his cultivation.
The rainy-night street scene from the Silken Rain Painting gradually took shape in his mind.
But this time,
he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
He thought back carefully
and finally realized what it was.
"Shi Jiu isn't there."
"She was clearly in this picture last night..."
Holding an oiled-paper umbrella, she had smiled sweetly.
Just as the thought crossed Jiang Fu's mind,
the Fishing Rod jerked in his hand.
He quickly opened his eyes and lifted it.
And then...
Jiang Fu saw the girl he had just been thinking about
hanging from the Fishing Rod, blinking at him sleepily in confusion.
The hook had caught the back of her collar, lifting the hem of her clothes a little
and exposing a strip of fair, slender waist.
The sight made Jiang Fu dizzy.
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