Chapter 48
Back at Cang Lan Sect, Li Fuchen headed straight to the task hall .
The task elder took a long look at Li Fuchen but didn’t say much .
Even though he was an outer sect elder and was the head of the task hall, it didn’t mean he could disregard any of the outer sect disciples .
The last time when he inquired whether Li Fuchen discovered a large amount of Snow Silver ore, was already considered a minor violation . If he persisted on asking why Li Fuchen cheated him, he would only be finding fault with himself .
Without fully grasping the opposition’s potential, he didn’t desire any vengeance from Li Fuchen .
Stepping out of the task hall, Li Fuchen let out a breath of relief . He was worried that the task elder would seek trouble with him, but who knew, everything went smoothly .
“36,800 contribution points… It may be insufficient for me to attain the third rank in the Crimson Battle Form . ”
The pace at which Li Fuchen cultivated the Crimson Battle Form was too fast, it also meant that the usage of resources would be fast too . It wouldn’t be exaggerating to say that if another disciple who had the same perceptive sense as Li Fuchen were to cultivate at the same time, the other disciple still wouldn’t be as fast as him .
Cultivation of body refinement techniques required not only perception but willpower as well .
Precisely because of his soul spirit dissipation last year, that made his willpower stronger than ever, it now allowed him to endure what normal people couldn’t
“You little b*****d . Elder Chen was around the last time to stop me from teaching you a lesson . This time around no one is around to save you . ”
On the road back, a tyrannical figure stood in the way of Li Fuchen .
If it wasn’t Zhou Huailong, who else could it be?
He heard news that Li Fuchen didn’t go back to the Cang Lan Lake, but seemed to have discovered a large quantity of high grade ores and was very prosperous and well off .
“Since you came on your own accords, it saves me time in seeking you out . ”
‘One who doesn’t take revenge isn’t a man’, Li Fuchen wasn’t a saint either . Zhou Huailong broke one of his arm, how could it treat it as if nothing happened .
“You wish to die?” Zhou Huailong couldn’t believe what he heard . His eyes brewing with anger, hand forming a fist with a layer of black qi wrapping around it .
Zhou Huailong was at ninth level of the Qi Realm and his sect’s entry technique, the Iron Shell Technique was already at the seventh rank . Revolving his qi at full force allowed qi to manifest at his fist .
Do not underestimate a seventh rank entry technique, although the rules stated that luxurious rewards were given if any disciple could attain the seventh, eighth or ninth rank within a year . Even if one cultivated the technique to ninth rank in the second year, there would still be rewards too .
But these rewards were for the true prodigies . Average outer sect disciples who could cultivate the entry technique to the seventh rank in two years were still considered quite good .
Zhou Huailong who was 18 years of age, took two and a half years to bring the Iron Shell Technique to the seventh rank .
“Quickly! It is Senior Zhou Huailong and Li Fuchen . ”
“Last time Senior Zhou broke one of Li Fuchen’s arms . I think this time, he will most probably cripple Li Fuchen for good . ”
The Cang Lan outer sect disciples were numbered at 30,000, no matter where you went, there would definitely be a crowd . Now a group of disciples were observing from afar and pointing out at Li Fuchen .
Li Fuchen kept his silence and revolved his Red Jade Technique, with his eyes locking on to Zhou Huailong .
“Little b*****d, I am going to cripple you and let you lick my shoes . ” Zhou Huailong felt offended by Li Fuchen’s attitude . With a bounce, he shot out like an arrow towards Li Fuchen and was accompanied with a electrifying punch .
The punch was so quick that the air resonated with the sound of cloth tearing .
But, today’s Li Fuchen wasn’t the same as the Li Fuchen two months ago .
With his left hand lifted, Li Fuchen caught Zhou Huailong’s fist with no effort .
“How is this possible!?” Zhou Huailong tried hard to break free, but was instead clamped down by an imaginary pincer and couldn’t even move an inch .
“Go to hell!” Zhou Huailong launched another punch with his left fist, which was covered in pale black qi like an iron fist .
Pa!
Raising his right hand, Li Fuchen caught Zhou Huailong’s left fist .
Not waiting for Zhou Huailong to react, Li Fuchen sent a lightning kick to Zhou Huailong’s abdomen, which caused him to bend over, vomiting fresh blood .
“Didn’t you like hitting people? Today, I will let you have a taste of your own medicine . ”
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