Demon Blade (Please Recommend)

"Gravity Suit?"

Fang Xing clicked his tongue inwardly.

In the Interstellar Age, adapting to different levels of gravity was a required course for martial artists!

A Gravity Suit was a piece of auxiliary training equipment that could easily adjust the gravity affecting a martial artist's body.

Moreover, the gravity affected the entire body, reaching deep into the cells and distributing itself evenly. It was far more effective than any kind of weight-training!

But the price was equally beautiful...

And there's B-grade Martial Art—Demon Blade. It's the prerequisite for the A-Rank Martial Arts Ghost God Blade. Gu Yun is at most fourteen years old, yet she's already achieved First Realm Perfection and is about to break through to the Second Realm. She's even brought a B-grade Martial Art to Beginner level...

Compared to her, why do I feel like I've become dead weight?

He was speechless inwardly, but his hands did not dare relax. He spun his staff and held it before himself.

The next instant.

Whoosh!

A shadow flashed past, swift as a wildcat. The Wooden Blade in her hand seemed to carry a trace of Demonic Nature as it slashed down through the air.

Smack!

Fang Xing felt a tremendous force strike his hands. The wooden staff nearly flew from his grip, but it ultimately held.

I blocked it!

It's not that I'm that much stronger than Liu Wei. It's because she's wearing a Gravity Suit! Her speed is much slower than before, and so is her strength...

Understanding dawned on him.

"Kill! Kill, kill!"

There was not the slightest trace of cuteness on Gu Yun's little face. Instead, it was filled with killing intent as she unleashed Demon Blade once more, hacking at him. Her eyes had even turned somewhat bloodshot, as though she shared a Blood Sea feud with Fang Xing.

Demon Blade really is Demon Blade... Its killing intent is intense.

Fang Xing felt like a small boat sailing through a raging storm, liable to be wrecked at any moment.

B-grade Martial Art—Demon Blade—had always been a Blade Technique steeped in demonic intent. It concealed methods of hypnosis and mental cultivation meant to draw out every last bit of a martial artist's potential.

The negative emotions and effects it brought about were equally terrifying.

Without madness, there could be no survival!

It was said that the A-Rank Martial Arts Ghost God Blade was even more terrifying!

After all, this was a fearsome Martial Arts created in the era when humanity had fought bloody wars against alien races, one that allowed low-level martial artists to confront Evil God's Kin directly!

All of a sudden, Fang Xing saw Gu Yun swing her Wooden Blade. One slash followed another, the two blade shadows seeming to overlap as they carried double the force!

—Double Layered Blade!

No, I can't block this.

The wooden staff flew from his hand, and he watched Gu Yun's blade slash toward him.

"Stop!"

At that instant, a deep, powerful voice rang out.

Gu Yun's Wooden Blade fell before Fang Xing, only to be caught by a jade-white palm.

"I failed again... I couldn't pull back in time..."

Gu Yun seemed to awaken from a daze. She panted heavily and stared at the middle-aged man who had suddenly appeared before her. "Dad..."

The middle-aged man was burly, at least 1.9 meters tall. Hearing this, he merely shook his head. "Don't lose heart, Little Yun. You performed much better than last time... Demon Blade was an authentic Demonic Path martial art in ancient times. It contains a strand of Demonic Nature, and those who cultivate it are bound to create bloodshed and carnage. But its secrets have now been deciphered. One must Gain Blade and Forget Blade—defeat enemies without killing them—to tame its Demonic Nature... Only upon reaching that state can one attempt to begin cultivating Ghost God Blade. Otherwise, at best, one will suffer mental derangement and madness; at worst, one's Qi-Blood will flow in reverse, resulting in death..."

After saying this, the middle-aged man looked at Fang Xing and Liu Wei. "Thank you both for your hard work. Today's pay will be doubled!"

"Thank you, Boss!"

The moment Liu Wei heard that, his body seemed to hurt less. He immediately broke into a smile.

Half an hour later.

After leaving Glory River Mansion, Liu Wei fell silent. Only after a long while did he curse, "Fuck... If I'd known the sparring job was like this, I never would've come. Double pay isn't even enough to cover the medical bills... That guy looks like a Professional, but he's still such a miser."

Fang Xing was instead mulling over the middle-aged man's final remarks. He shook his head. "He actually gave us compensation too—the cultivation secrets of Demon Blade... Natural Human families really do have it good. This kind of personal instruction is hard to find even at school, unless you earn Xia Long Teacher's favor..."

"Fuck, I get it now. That chick treats us like human tools... She's cultivating the Demon Blade Technique and can't control it, so she needs living people to test her blade on. But once you do that, you're stepping into an abyss... Gain Blade and Forget Blade means using your own will to tame the Demonic Nature within Demon Blade. You have to defeat us without killing us, holding back when you strike. Only then can Demon Blade truly be considered mastered... Her dad deliberately hid nearby so he could keep watch at all times, see whether she could hold back, and stop her at the final moment..."

Liu Wei was no fool either.

Or rather, Biochemical Humans who could make it into high school were generally elites. Having figured out some of it, he could not help but click his tongue. "Demon Blade is already this difficult. What about the A-Rank Martial Arts Ghost God Blade?"

"But we really are human tools... At least we get paid."

Fang Xing had his Golden Finger to rely on, so he was not particularly discouraged. He smiled. "And they gave us double pay!"

With this money, he could at least place an order for a Basic Nano Protective Suit.

"Hmph, we traded injuries for that..." Liu Wei rubbed his shoulder, still muttering. "I thought everyone living in Glory River Mansion was filthy rich. Turns out they're just middle class..."

"Middle class is a false concept. Do they own assets? It'd be more accurate to call them middle-income earners..." Fang Xing mocked as well. "Just from the fact that he arranged a martial artist career path for his daughter, you can tell that family isn't wealthy..."

Those who were truly rich would just pilot mechs.

"Yeah, yeah, just middle-income earners, yet they act like they're rich..." Liu Wei laughed heartily, as though his injuries had eased considerably.

Happy Home District.

"It got here so fast?"

Fang Xing looked at the delivery package outside his door and scratched his head. "I only placed the order on the way home..."

He carried the package inside and opened the door. After scanning his identity verification, the delivery box opened automatically, revealing a silver-white metal sphere within.

Fang Xing pricked his fingertip and let a drop of blood fall onto the silver-white metal sphere.

This was not blood-binding ownership. It was simply allowing the Nano Suit to record his DNA information.

Ding!

After a soft chime, Fang Xing followed the instructions and brought the silver-white metal sphere into contact with the skin on his arm.

The sphere instantly "dissolved," spreading over his entire body like liquid.

"Mm, it's light and thin. Breathable too..."

Fang Xing moved around and found that it did not hinder him at all. It was also very light.

"Mask mode!"

He gave a soft command, and a silver mask immediately covered his face. Even his eye sockets were protected by a layer of transparent film.

"Full coverage without blind spots... Change color! Rose gold!"

At Fang Xing's command, the Nano Suit across his body instantly shifted through various colors before finally settling on snow white.

"I don't need to be this careful at school most of the time..."

After thinking it over, he had the Nano Suit take the form of a white short-sleeved shirt. He casually lay back in his chair, picked up his holographic glasses, and said, "Time to play! Time to play!"

Several hours later...

"Sigh... As expected..."

With a lazy, satisfied expression, Fang Xing lay on his bed. "I got addicted again... Even after transmigrating, if I didn't have a Golden Finger, I'd still be that same lazy bum..."

Admitting one's own ordinariness and incompetence was also a trial one had to face in order to grow.

Fang Xing understood very clearly that he had once been an office drone working nine to five, and he had not studied History particularly well. Even if he had transmigrated into ancient times, the most likely outcome would have been death from language barriers, illness, famine, or war.

An Other World would have been even worse. Most of a transmigrator's experience and knowledge would become useless there, especially in a technologically advanced world.

The only thing he could truly rely on was his Golden Finger.

Without it, he could only accept Destiny step by step.

"Taking it easy... is a kind of Wisdom too."

Fang Xing checked the time and forced himself to go to sleep. After all, he still had classes tomorrow.

The next day.

Yucai High School.

Lan Fei Teacher, with her voluptuous figure, spoke in a mellow voice. "...Evil God Kin are divided into Lower Servants, Upper Servants, Lower Family, and Upper Family... And between Upper Family and Dominators, there is another rank—Evil God Spawn!"

"Whether in terms of Contamination or abilities, Evil God Spawn are far stronger than Upper Family. It is even rumored that the most powerful Evil God Spawn possess strength and Authority close to that of Lower Rulers... However, the conditions for the birth of Evil God Spawn are extremely harsh, and their numbers are scarce, so they are not considered a race..."

Fang Xing glanced beside him and found the seat empty.

Liu Wei was injured and had taken leave for a class. He was receiving treatment in the school Infirmary.

The Treatment Pods in the school Infirmary can quickly reattach even severed hands and feet... The key is that students get a discount. Liu Wei definitely wouldn't be willing to get treatment outside...

Fang Xing took notes as he thought.

Suddenly, he raised his head slightly and saw a gaze sweep over him.

It's her, Bai Lianyi?

Fang Xing saw a female classmate with exquisite features looking his way with a thoughtful gaze.

Her skin was fair and delicate, like a finely crafted porcelain doll, and she possessed the gentle elegance of a girl from a modest household. She wore a snow-white set of Practice Clothes, with a black belt wrapped around her waist, adding a touch of dashing competence.

So I didn't mistake her at Glory River Mansion before... Is she feeling guilty?

As he pondered this, class finally ended.

As the surroundings shifted, it was soon time for the Martial Arts Class Fang Xing had been looking forward to.

"A Xing, I'm back!"

At that moment, Liu Wei came jogging over. Even the acne on his face seemed to bounce with a hint of redness.

Any student could skip academic classes, but none would willingly miss Martial Arts Class.

A martial arts teacher like Xia Long charged at least ten thousand Star Dollars per hour for private lessons outside school!

"Your injuries are healed?"

Fang Xing shot him a sidelong glance.

"Of course... I'm full of life!" Liu Wei flexed his muscles.

Medical technology in the Interstellar Age truly was no joke. Besides, his arm had not been broken, so he had indeed recovered quickly.

"Teacher Xia is here!"

Fang Xing was about to say something else when he saw Xia Long enter the classroom. His gaze was as fierce as a tiger's as he swept the room, and his voice boomed like a bell. "First, stance training. Then, boxing!"

"Yes!"

All the students responded together and assumed the Great Dragon Stance, creating a sense of neat, uniform beauty.

Fang Xing focused completely on practicing the stance, gradually forgetting both himself and the world.

Suddenly, it felt as though his spine had been struck by a whip. Like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, his body bristled.

"Your stance is too rigid. Pay attention to the third node in your spine where the Qi-Blood flows..."

Xia Long's voice sounded beside his ear.

Fang Xing followed instinctively, only to feel the skin across his body tighten as his skill deepened another level.

He shuddered and looked at the Attribute Panel:

Great Dragon Stance: 69/100 (Beginner)

Teacher Xia finally gave me guidance again. Sure enough, having guidance and not having it are completely different things...