CHAPTER 1602: CHAPTER 1602: SO IT TURNS OUT TO BE A LOOSE CULTIVATOR

Within the second level of Linglong Tower, Wu De and Wind Roc were covered in blood, their battle spirits boiling.

The two fought their way through, destroying many Spirit Beasts and encountering significant danger. In moments of crisis, they relied on the Jade Pendant given by Qingzhu Venerable to turn peril into safety.

Of course, Wind Roc was the main force between them, with at least seventy percent of the slain Spirit Beasts falling by his hand. However, Wu De obtained more Spirit Beast Inner Pills.

Wu De felt embarrassed, but Wind Roc said, "Brother Wu, with these Spirit Beast Inner Pills to assist, you can advance quicker. Once your cultivation level improves further, becoming a Nascent Soul Realm Expert, the master will surely be pleased. So, there’s no need to feel embarrassed."

Wu De grinned and said, "That’s right! I have a great relationship with your master! Now that he’s stronger, it’s his duty to help out his brother, right? Anyway, I must thank you. After all, you’re the one who stayed by my side and helped me succeed in Core Formation!"

Wind Roc, without arrogance, smiled gently and said, "Ninety-nine days of training have already passed several days. Let’s seize the time and try to ascend another level!"

After a pause, he added, "The master is strong with unparalleled aptitude. Who knows which level he’s reached now."

Wu De said, "He has the ability to challenge above his level, able to contend with Soul Severing experts. He should be able to reach the fifth level."

Wind Roc said, "I think he can at least reach the sixth level."

Wu De laughed and said, "You’re really confident in him!"

Wind Roc also laughed, saying, "How about we make a bet?"

Wu De immediately became cautious, clutching his Space Ring tightly, shaking his head like a rattle, saying, "No betting! I won’t bet with you!"

He knew he didn’t understand Fang Bai as well as Wind Roc did, thinking that Martial Artists betting is often about cultivation resources, which he had gained some Spirit Beast Inner Pills with great effort and planned to use them to reach higher realms. Losing them would not be worth it.

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The seventh level space of the nine-story Linglong Tower had denser Spiritual Energy than the first six levels, but the pressure was heavier too.

Qingzhu Venerable was here for the first time.

Although his cultivation qualified him to train in this level, he had not been here before, making him somewhat tense, fully focused, and alert.

On the contrary, Fang Bai had reached even the eighth level in his previous life, so he didn’t feel nervous.

However, Fang Bai knew that each opening of the nine-story Linglong Tower would bring significant changes to the environmental and situational aspects of each tower level, vastly different from before. Even though he trained once, he couldn’t let down his guard.

"I’m heading east, do you want to come along?"

After observing the surroundings, Qingzhu Venerable asked with a smile.

Though Fang Bai reached the seventh level, Qingzhu Venerable believed it didn’t truly reflect Fang Bai’s strength but rather the assistance from a Spiritual Artifact.

A Martial Artist seeking true strength must not merely rely on external aids; personal actions must improve.

Qingzhu Venerable valued Fang Bai’s aptitude. He had no intention of taking on disciples but wished to guide him.

He invited Fang Bai to join him to better protect Fang Bai, allowing him to gain something from training in the seventh level space.

To his surprise, Fang Bai declined his offer, choosing to head west, directly opposite his direction.

Qingzhu Venerable smiled wryly, thinking this young man was indeed extraordinary.

Since Fang Bai didn’t wish to accompany him, Qingzhu Venerable didn’t insist. He gave Fang Bai a deep look, advised him to be cautious, and then flew alone toward the eastern mountains in the seventh-level space.

As of now, only Fang Bai and Qingzhu Venerable had entered the seventh level space of Linglong Tower, but Fang Bai believed several more experts would follow.

These experts, with cultivation levels equal to Qingzhu Venerable, included sect experts and loose cultivators. Their goal was likely the same as Qingzhu Venerable, to acquire Royal Grade cultivation resources.

To obtain Royal Grade cultivation resources, reaching the eighth level of Linglong Tower was necessary.

However, including Qingzhu Venerable, Fang Bai had little hope for them, unless aided by Royal Grade Spiritual Artifacts; otherwise, reaching the eighth level would be as hard as ascending to heaven.

At that moment, another expert swiftly flew by like lightning, pausing beside Fang Bai, his eyes revealing surprise.

"A mere Nascent Soul Perfection Martial Artist can reach the seventh level?"

The man sneered with a triangular eye, furrowing his brows, murmuring incredulously.

Seeing the man didn’t seem like a kind person, Fang Bai paid him no heed and prepared to leave.

"Stop!"

The man’s gaze swept over the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade in Fang Bai’s hand, his heart stirred. In a flash, he blocked Fang Bai’s path and asked, "Where is your sect home?"

"Another one coveting the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade."

The fleeting greed in the man’s eyes didn’t escape Fang Bai’s sharp senses, prompting a cold smile as he casually replied, "I’m not affiliated with any sect, just a loose cultivator."

The man was pleased, saying, "So, a loose cultivator. Who is your master?"

His cultivation was similar to Qingzhu Venerable’s, also a high-rank Soul Severing expert, immediately recognizing Fang Bai’s Blood-Drinking Mad Blade as no ordinary Spiritual Artifact, thus becoming interested.

He initially thought Fang Bai, so young yet possessing Nascent Soul Perfection cultivation, must have come from a powerful sect, yet unexpectedly he was a loose cultivator.

Since he was a loose cultivator, dealing with him would be much easier. The man asked about Fang Bai’s master to assess if he could handle the master.

If he could, he could recklessly snatch his Spiritual Artifact.

If he couldn’t, he’d steal the Artifact and flee, returning when stronger.

The man decided he would take Fang Bai’s Blood Blade to boost his strength no matter what.

"I have no master."

Although the man tried his best to hide his rising killing intent, Fang Bai felt it, gripping his Blood-Drinking Mad Blade tighter.

"That’s perfect!"

The man was delighted, immediately enveloping Fang Bai in murderous intent, reaching for him with ferocity and saying, "Hand over your Spiritual Artifact!"

Fang Bai said, "Oh? You fancy my Spiritual Artifact and plan to snatch it?"

The man replied, "If you willingly give it to me, it’s not snatching! If I take it by force, that’s snatching!"

Fang Bai snickered and said, "Why should I give you my belongings?"

The man gazed at Fang Bai with murderous eyes, laughing "Heh heh" and saying, "Because I like it!"

Fang Bai laughed "Haha" and said, "Just because you like something, should I give it to you? Then if I say I like your head, would you cut it off for me?"