Extra Chapters:- You can read up to 100+ chapters on patreon.com/Mad_verse
Present - Slaughter City arc completed.
----
After calmly dealing with this group of assassins, Fang Xuan used his sleeve to wipe off the bloodstains on his black blade. He stood quietly in a pool of blood and gazed at the desolate and scarlet ground. He muttered to himself, "The Anarchic Territory…"
'I killed them too early. I should have asked for more useful information before killing them.'
Fang Xuan was a little annoyed. He blamed himself for being too sensitive. Speaking of which, where was the Anarchic Territory? Was it still in the Heaven Dou Empire's territory?
After hesitating for a while, he looked at the corpses around him. Instincts from the depths of his soul urged him to do his old job, which he hadn't done in a long time — looting.
Five minutes later, Fang Xuan finished cleaning up the battlefield and began to check his gains.
There was a lot of money and weapons.
There was also a precious soul tool in the shape of a bracelet that came from the blue-haired girl.
There were many things in the soul tool: water, food, wine, treasures, etc.
There were probably more than a million gold soul coins in total. It was a bountiful harvest.
However, it was a pity that he didn't find any precious treasures like soul bones.
Fang Xuan cursed himself for being greedy. How could a second-rate assassin group like this have such precious treasures like soul bones? However, killing these assassins did bring him a lot of gains.
After taking two steps to the left, Fang Xuan came to a Blood Devouring Demon Tree and sat down cross-legged to rest. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. Right now, his stomach was thundering and he was unbearably hungry.
"Forget it, there's no need to think so much. Let's fill my stomach first."
The intense hunger forced him to suppress his doubts. He first took out a pile of meat and wine from the soul tool and began to gorge himself.
Roasted lamb leg, braised pork shoulder, roasted chicken, wine, and so on. There was a huge pile of delicious food and wine.
Not long later, Fang Xuan swept everything clean. More than ten kilograms of meat went into his stomach. He contentedly burped and rubbed his gradually bulging belly. He leaned against the Blood Devouring Demon Tree to rest.
"Immortal Begonia, heal."
After resting for about half an hour, Fang Xuan was full of energy and his soul power had recovered. Thus, he activated his Immortal Begonia martial soul to heal his injuries.
There were no less than a hundred wounds of various sizes on his body. They were extremely terrifying, and some of them had even exposed his white bones. However, after experiencing the torment of being imprisoned, this little bit of pain was nothing to him. Furthermore, as long as he recovered his soul force, it would be easy to heal these injuries.
Within Fang Xuan's dantian, the sacred and translucent Immortal Begonia slowly bloomed. Pure white petals fluttered in the air as waves of powerful life energy spread out, flowing along Fang Xuan's meridians in an orderly manner, quickly nourishing his wounded and exhausted limbs.
At this moment, Fang Xuan's entire body was bathed in immortal light. It was as if he was enveloped in a hot spring, warm and comfortable. His broken bones reconnected automatically, his wounds healed quickly, and the poison was quickly cured. In a short while, he had healed all his injuries and returned to his peak state. He was once again full of vigor.
"Ah…"
Fang Xuan stood up and felt the endless power pouring out from his body. He felt extremely carefree and couldn't help but let out a long howl as if he was announcing his resurrection to the whole world.
This long howl contained a powerful force that spread in all directions. The mountain ridge suddenly trembled, rocks rolled down, and birds flew away in fright. The surrounding Blood Devouring Demon Trees seemed to have sensed the supreme emperor's aura emitted from his body. They were all so scared that they prostrated themselves on the ground and knelt to submit.
"I'm alive, I'm alive again."
Fang Xuan clenched his fist which was filled with power and felt the explosive power in his body. He was excited and had a feeling that he had been reborn. From the champion of the Soul Master Tournament to the prisoner of the Spirit Hall, from the public execution in front of the Pope's Palace to the boundless sea and high sky here. After experiencing countless difficulties and dangers, Fang Xuan was finally lucky enough to escape from the hands of the Spirit Hall. From then on, he could soar freely, and no one could stop him on his path forward.
A kind of lofty aspiration arose spontaneously.
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Fang Xuan's injuries were healed, and he rested. Fang Xuan had returned to his peak condition. The boundless soul power in his body was as vast as the sea. However, at this moment, he frowned slightly as doubts surfaced in his heart.
His cold gaze swept across the caravan's carcasses. Beside these carcasses, there were many brown and yellow bags of goods scattered. It seemed that these were the main goods that this caravan was escorting. However, what puzzled Fang Xuan was that when he opened these bags of goods, he was surprised to find that they were all filled with stones. There were no precious goods at all, not even a single gold soul coin.
What's going on?
Fang Xuan rubbed his chin, his brows furrowed, and he was puzzled.
After pondering for a moment, he stepped forward and walked over one corpse after another. He came to the front of the caravan, to the corpse of the noble youth that belonged to the leader of the caravan.
This corpse was in tatters. Most of the body had been swallowed by the Blood Devouring Demon Trees, and only a small part was left.
"This is."
Suddenly, Fang Xuan's eyes lit up. He discovered that this noble youth was wearing a dim ring on his finger. Although it didn't look like much, there were strands of soul power emanating from it.
"Soul tool."
Fang Xuan was pleasantly surprised. He finally had a great harvest.
Just as he had guessed, the goods placed on the horses were all fake. It was a trick to attract the enemy's attention. The real treasure that this caravan was transporting was hidden in this soul tool.
He extended his consciousness into the soul tool, and a strange robe gradually appeared in front of him. It was dark, simple, and ancient. It seemed to be quite old. At first glance, there was nothing special about it. It was just an ordinary robe.
"Clothes?"
Fang Xuan was stunned. He had thought that the soul tool would hide a soul bone or an immortal medicine. He didn't expect it to be just a robe. This made him very disappointed.
"Eh. Something's not right. "
At this moment, he suddenly felt that this black robe was a little strange. There were strands of energy emanating from it. If he hadn't looked carefully, he would have been mistaken.
"This is … a soul tool armor?"
Fang Xuan's eyes lit up. He took out the strange black robe from the soul tool and examined it carefully. He was eighty to ninety percent sure that this was an extremely rare soul tool armor.
Of course, soul tool technology in Douluo 1 wasn't very mature. Most soul tools were only used to store items and didn't have any offensive or defensive abilities. Soul tools only began to show their great power from Douluo 2 onwards. True battle armor only began to appear in Douluo 3.
This strange black robe wasn't a battle armor that had the power to destroy heaven and earth. It was only an attempt at using soul tools in the initial stage of Douluo. It was an embryonic form of battle armor.
Fang Xuan tested it again and again. He confirmed that this strange black robe didn't have any special offensive abilities. However, because it was strengthened by soul power, its defensive abilities were ten times that of normal armor. It was invulnerable to weapons, water, and fire. It could be considered an excellent defensive treasure.
He lowered his head slightly and looked thoughtfully at his tattered robe. It was covered in blood and smelled of sweat. He really couldn't wear it anymore.
This black robe was a defensive battle armor that was tailor-made for him. When he thought of this, the corners of his mouth curled up. He couldn't help but reveal a trace of joy.
In the next moment, Fang Xuan took off his tattered, bloodstained robe. He used the drinking water that the group of assassins had stored to wash the blood and sweat off his body. He took a good bath and finally changed into the black robe. He looked a lot more spirited.
He had elegant black hair, handsome facial features, sharp eyebrows, a tall figure, and a strong physique. He was a handsome young man. (I wonder if I violated the portrait rights of any big shots?)
Unknowingly, the sky gradually darkened. The Forest of Chaos at night became even more sinister and frightening.
After a careful search, Fang Xuan finally found the demonic blade, Red Rain, that had saved him from danger at the edge of the forest. The demonic blade was stabbed into the ground diagonally. Its slender blade was as red as fresh blood. There were still traces of divine aura lingering on it. No living creatures within a five-kilometer radius dared to approach it. It was still very ferocious.
Fang Xuan's black hair draped over his shoulders. His eyes were deep. He walked in front of the demonic blade in a few steps. After that, he suddenly stretched out his right hand and grasped the demonic blade tightly.
He remembered that he was still a weak Soul Ancestor a few years ago. He was once injured by the demonic blade's peerless killing intent and almost died. He was too weak then, and couldn't withstand the demonic blade's strength.
Now, Fang Xuan had unknowingly become a Soul Sage. He had activated his Martial Soul True Body, and he even had the fighting strength of a titled soul master. After so many years, the demonic blade was still as ferocious as ever.
"Boom, Boom."
That familiar and terrifying murderous aura was transmitted from the demonic sword as if it wanted to tear Fang Xuan apart. His eyes were calm, and he was unusually calm. His six Martial Spirits revolved, and his majestic soul power was activated, resisting the invasion of the demonic sword's murderous aura with all his might.
After an unknown period, the murderous aura that was surging like a tidal wave finally receded. It was gradually withdrawn into the demon sword and vanished into thin air. At this time, Fang Xuan heaved a sigh of relief. He finally had the qualifications to use this sword.
Of course, with his current strength, he could only temporarily borrow the power of Demon Blade. He was far from being able to fully control Demon Blade Red Rain. Even using Red Rain once would be difficult, let alone fighting a normal battle.
However, just holding this peerless demonic blade was enough to make him feel excited. This was a peerless demonic blade that had once killed a god. It was a true god-tier treasured blade that was no weaker than the Angelic Sacred Sword of the Qian Sect.
He had witnessed the power of this blade not long ago, and it had shocked him.
After calming down his agitated emotions, he gradually regained his usual composure.
"Old lunatic, thank you for saving me even when everyone turned there backs against me, have a safe journey."
Fang Xuan held the demonic blade in his hand and bowed deeply to the south with a solemn expression. He was sending Luo Xuanchen off. Then, he strode out and quickly left the Blooddevouring Forest.
Just as Luo Xuanchen had said, Fang Xuan's path had just begun.