But in the end, Qin Fang didn't listen for long. He only caught that an imperial inspector had arrived, but he didn't learn anything more specific.
He returned home and made breakfast.
After eating, he rested for a while, then began practicing flying darts.
"Hidden Weapons (Flying Darts) (Minor Accomplishment Stage): 975/1000"
He glanced at the flying dart proficiency on the Panel. It had already reached 975 points.
He was only 25 points away from advancing to the next stage.
If he devoted himself to practicing, it would probably take only two or three days.
Qin Fang let out a soft breath and picked up a flying dart.
This was his first time practicing with darts since he began cultivating.
The next moment...
His wrist flicked, and the flying dart shot out in an instant.
As soon as he threw it, he immediately sensed something different!
Though it looked like the same flick of the wrist, this time he was exerting his strength differently from before... He was using the Stance Skill.
And the result was...
Whoosh!
The flying dart seemed to turn into a blur. Qin Fang hadn't even reacted before the wooden target he'd made, five meters away, was pierced clean through!
Crack!
With a sharp snap, the target split down the middle and fell to the ground.
The flying dart, meanwhile, was lodged firmly in the wall behind it.
Almost half of it had sunk into the wall.
Qin Fang was left staring, dumbfounded...
This...
Was that flying dart really one he'd thrown?!
He blinked, completely bewildered.
One throw, and he'd smashed a solid-wood target to pieces?
...What the hell was the difference between this and a bullet?!
Even Qin Fang was stunned for a moment.
He stood there in a daze for quite a