Plundering The Heavens - Chapter 20
Chapter 20: Black Market Once Again
Translator: Actias-Myriea Editor: Nou
The life of a practicing cultivator was repetitive and dull. Each day was akin to having to collect
enough dewdrops to create a stream, those streams to form a lake, and then finally enough
lakes to collect it all into a vast ocean.
The process was much easier said than done.
It was easy to understand that a person would not become plump overnight with only a single
large meal and that weight could only be accumulated by continuously eating large amounts of
food. Fang Xing had managed to gather enough Qi over time, but for some reason he had
remained within reach of the second tier for the past month. There seemed to be a wall
blocking him from entering the next tier; what he needed now was just to find the key to the
door and open it.
There was a sense of helplessness. The door was right in front of him but without the key
there was no way he'd be able to progress any further.
It was also within these few days that a major accident within the outer court caught everyone's
Apparently there was an outer court disciple with the name of Hou Qing. He'd been stopped by
three third-tiered disciples in front of Danxia Valley when he wanted to visit a female disciple
living in the valley, the girl also rumored to be an old friend of his. The three disciples saw that
Hou Qing was not only a new face but also alone; with him wearing extravagant clothing and a
jade pendant hanging from his belt, the three disciples had wanted to try their luck with such
an easy-looking, affluent target.
Without sparing a word, Hou Qing defeated all three men with a wave of his sword. He left the
scene behind with a smile and plenty of vigor to spare.
This feat left all of the outer court disciples astonished.
It was all the more impressive knowing that this man was one of the new recruits from six
months ago. With only six months, how talented must Hou Qing be in order to be able to defeat
three third-tiered disciples with such ease?
Within only a moment, the name Hou Qing had become akin to a symbol of 'genius' among the
outer court disciples. Rumor also had it that Hou Qing would likely break through into the
fourth tier within a year and become the first inner court disciple from this batch of new
’’Hou Qing? Wasn't that the guy who caught me before?’’
As Yu gossiped away, Fang Xing suddenly remembered who this man was and a sly smile
formed. ’’I remember you guys were like peas and carrots back then. You even let him skip the
line, didn't you?’’
’’Shidi Fang, stop mocking me.... Someone like me, I would not even dare to make friends with
someone as lofty as him!’’ Yu intensely replied, giving a bitter smile. ’’He was nice to me outside
of the sect, very polite and all, but when he was accepted into the sect it all changed. A while
ago, I was on a job from the Department and bumped into him. I thought it would be a good idea
to say hi, but he didn't even bother noticing me....’’
’’So if he noticed you then, you'd go and lick his boots, huh?’’ Fang Xing wasted no time in
mocking Yu further. Yu, on the other hand, did not answer him in his embarrassment and only
poured more wine into Fang Xing's wine bowl instead.
Receiving no response, Fang Xing proceeded with a loud curse: ’’That son of a bi*ch kicked my
Xiao Mahn! If I see him again, I'll make sure he's as good as dead!’’
Startled by Fang Xing's sudden change in mood, Yu began to panic but still tried to console him,
’’Shidi Fang, you need to calm down. I-if you're still upset about that day... you can beat me to
release your anger if it helps. But please don't get yourself involved with him in any way....’’
’’How do you know I won't?’’ Fang Xing angrily replied as he jumped to his feet.
Even though Fang Xing began kicking Yu to release his anger, Yu didn't mind. Within these four
months, Yu had learned a considerable amount about Fang Xing's personality and while Fang
Xing may appear to be reckless and rude at times he knew that Fang Xing was not a mad dog
who would try to bite everyone on sight. Fang Xing was young, but he still fully understood the
code of brotherhood; not everyone would be willing to give out two Spirit Stones without a
second thought otherwise.
Fang Xing kicked Yu out of his cottage as soon as they had finished the meal. He wanted as
much time as he could get to practice his Qi fluctuations.
For some reason, a smoldering anger lit up within Fang Xing when he heard of Hou Qing's
'I've already used twelve Stones in the past four months but still couldn't break into tier two...
and that bastard Hou Qing is almost at tier four? Am I so stupid that there's no comparison
between us? No! I have to be better than that bastard! I MUST break into tier two today!'
Holding back his full temper, Fang Xing took out the thirteenth Stone.
Fang Xing breathed with the specific tempo for Qi fluctuation, soaking his meridians with an
abundance of Qi from the Spirit Stone.
Soon, it happened again.
Every time Fang Xing attempted to spread Qi evenly across his entire body, his control would be
hindered by an unknown force until the Qi had fully dissipated. He had failed to break through
yet again, but this time he seemed to find a pattern with this dissipation. Without giving up,
Fang Xing started again from the beginning, increasing the speed of his control.
Unfortunately, the result was the same as the previous attempts, even if the speed of control
and amount of Qi flow had both significantly increased.
One's capacity for food was limited, and if one tried to stuff too much food into their mouth at
once it was possible to choke. This was exactly the case with Fang Xing, and he began to feel
sharp pains all across his meridians.
Fang Xing resisted the pain with great difficulty and sent both himself and the entire force
violently towards the door to tier two.
Something suddenly seemed to have broken inside his mind, and a refreshing feeling filled his
entire body. It was a strange sensation: if the body was feverish, this feeling would be
delightfully refreshing; if the body was shivering in cold, this would be filled with warmth. It
was a clever usage of Qi.
'Finally!' Fang Xing screamed excitedly within his mind, knowing that he had finally forced
himself through the door into the second tier.
Qi could now reach every corner of his flesh with only a single thought. While the concentration
of Qi might not be enough to fend off all harm, it would still increase how quickly he recovered
from injuries by allocating a larger amount of Qi at the wound's location. When necessary, Qi
could also be used as a barrier to prevent either the loss of blood or the overconsumption of
Shixiong Liu had intended to do exactly that after the first stab, but Fang Xing had prevented
the Qi barrier by landing his punch at the same location, making it considerably more difficult
for Liu to reform his Qi network throughout his body.
Fang Xing had gambled with his luck once again in order to break into tier two. If luck hadn't
been on his side, his meridians may have ended up bloated by the excess Qi and he would have
required at least ten days before fully recovering from the damage.
Then again, this was Fang Xing. He was relentless not only towards anyone who tried to take
advantage of him, but also towards himself.
'Let me try one more time with the sword!'
Despite the excitement of finally breaking through a bottleneck, Fang Xing decided he would
take a break from the Qi fluctuations. Instead, he took out the [Nine Snakes' Sword] to see if the
increase in his tier would increase the time he could control the Flying Sword.
Unfortunately, though he could perform one full attack in his new tier, there was hardly any Qi
left for a second one and Fang Xing had even felt some dizziness afterwards; he concluded that
only a single full-force attack was possible at his current stage.
Fang Xing put away the sword, deciding that the issue was due to his low cultivation level in
comparison to the high level of the spirit weapon. The amount of Qi consumed by this sword
well surpassed any ordinary Spirit Swords; for the time being, the best way to go about this was
to find a regular, low-tiered weapon instead.
'But the sect has strict rules about robbing someone else's spirit weapon chosen from the
Pavilion. Hmm....' Fang Xing thought to himself before suddenly remembering something.
'Didn't the fatty say that they've resumed the Black Markets again? There were quite a lot of
Flying Swords last time. Ah, how I've sinned by leaving all those regular Flying Swords
Soon, Fang Xing had decided that he would make a trip to the next Black Market. He then found
out the time and place of the next Black Market from Yu before getting himself prepared.
After Yu advised Fang Xing on the next market, however, he began to look at Fang Xing with
suspicions: 'The last time he asked about the market, a rich disciple was robbed into a poor
wretch. Now he's asking about the next market? Could he be the culpr '
’’What are you looking at? I'll dig out your eyeballs if you don't stop,’’ Fang Xing halfheartedly
threatened after noticing Yu's glance.
Grinning, Yu said nothing but soon overrode his original thoughts. 'This kid is daring, but no,
he can't be the one; he can't be daring enough to do that! Plus, there were eyewitnesses! They
said it was a slender man....'
Coincidentally, the Black Market was actually scheduled to take place this exact night. Fang
Xing made sure that Yu was well-intoxicated from the wines before kicking him back to his
The plump Taoist Yu had always admired Fang Xing for how much he could drink, and at just
eleven years old! However, Fang Xing would only scoff at Yu for thinking this way; Fang Xing
had pretty much grown up soaked in wine jars, after all! There could be no comparison between
himself and Yu.
Though Fang Xing might be the kind who liked to boast about his various abilities at times, his
tolerance for alcohol did not even require it; not even ten of Yu would measure up.
Once Yu was safely back at his cottage, Fang Xing took out his [Mask of Wanluo] and with a
change to his appearance once more he headed towards the market.
Still some miles away from the sect, within a hidden valley stood the chosen location for this
time's Black Market. All of these events were chosen at specific locations that were neither too
far nor too close to the sect; if it was too far, the beasts and demons would pose a threat to the
lower tiered disciples, but it could not be too close as it was against the sect rules.
Fang Xing quickly found the location of the market since it was blatantly obvious: this time,
there was a total of eight guards at attention in front of the valley's entrance and all of them
looked cautious and extremely capable.
'Ah, looks like they've learned their lesson from last time.'