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nThe moonlight shone in through the window carved from red wood, and it glowed brightly as it reflected off the paper on the study table.

nA canopy covered the wooden bed.

nThrough the thin canopy, Lu Fan could be seen sitting cross-legged on the bed.

nHe shifted his consciousness, and the stats menu popped up.

nHost: Lu Fan

nTitle: Qi Refiner (Permanent)

nRefined Qi Level: 2 (Level 3 progress: 100

/1000 wisps)

nSoul Strength: 11 (Points for exchange: 2)

nPhysique Strength: 1 (Points for exchange: 1)

nSpirit Qi: 92 wisps (Self-regeneration activated)

nTransformation Reward: Fantasy Creation Qi Refining Manual

nCurrent World Ranking: Wuhuang Continent (Low Level Martial World)

nAccess: Quests, Dao Impartment Platform, Spirit Qi Deployment

nSub-access: All Method Furnace (Level 1)

nSpirit Tools: Spirit Pressure Chessboard (Heaven Level Low Grade)

nAvailable Points Awarded: 10

nLu Fan’s lips curled upward slightly. He’d been awarded 10 points, which was a pleasant surprise and made him quite happy.

nHe stroked his chin and thought about what to do with the points, analyzing his situation.

nHe decided to split them up.

nNine points to his Soul Strength, and one point to his Physique Strength.

nLu Fan’s Soul Strength hit the 20 point mark, leaving 11 points for exchange.

nHWONGGG!

nAs soon as Lu Fan allocated the points…

nHe immediately felt as if his soul had been washed clean.

nIt felt as if he’d been enlightened, and he felt incredibly refreshed. His eyes brightened and sparkled in the darkness.

nEach time his Soul Strength went up by ten points, he clearly felt that he’d risen another level.

nLu Fan could feel that his senses had been heightened, and it seemed like his blood flow was smoother.

nHe was also better able to control things. Initially, his telekinesis only allowed him to change the direction of his wheelchair, but now he might actually be able to move the wheelchair along at a comfortable pace.

nThis was a real upgrade.

nLu Fan started getting excited. Perhaps as his Soul Strength level went up, he might be able to attain divine sense, which was something cultivators always talked about.

nJust a small amount of divine sense could take him far. All matters of the world could be understood.

nLu Fan snapped out of his thoughts and pushed his emotions down.

nHe didn’t allow his happiness to get to his head. Just becoming stronger himself wasn’t enough to transform this Low Level Martial World into a Fantasy World.

nHe shifted his consciousness and looked at the Dao Impartment Platform selection.

nJust when Lu Fan was about to focus his consciousness to enter the Dao Impartment Platform, he raised an eyebrow and lifted his head to look out of the red wooden carved window.

nOn the roof of Lu Manor…

nA man carrying a wine flask was stepping as lightly as a swallow over the tiles and making his way over in style.

nHis Confucianist robe was open at the top, exposing his chest, and his untied and messy hair flew wildly in the wind.

nThis fellow… who was he?

nLu Fan was a little puzzled.

nHe’d gone on a killing spree in Beiluo City, which had struck great fear in all the people.

nYet there was someone who still dared to barge into Lu Manor in the middle of the night?

nWas this person bold enough to do this because he was highly skilled? Or was he… just not afraid of death?

n…

nNing Zhao stood up on the roof. Her white dress flapped in the wind, and her eyes were as pretty as a painting.

nShe pulled out a Cicada Wing Sword and held it in her hands. The sword was nearly transparent, and it glowed like ice crystals under the moonlight.

n“Who are you? The penalty for barging into Lu Manor at this hour is death.”

nNing Zhao’s waist-length hair was flying in the wind as her cold words echoed in the dark night.

nIn the courtyard…

nJing Yue put two fingers together, and with a rub on his wooden sword box, a sword immediately came out of its scabbard with a “zzzing,” and Jing Yue held it in his hands.

nThis was his first time showing off his skills after becoming Lu Fan’s slave. He was a little frustrated by this, but…

nIn order to leave a good impression on Lu Fan, he had to perform well this time.

nOn the rooftop, Mo Tianyu continued stepping along the tiles under the moonlight, and elegantly made his way toward them without making even a single sound. His ability to be so light-footed was truly unparalleled.

n“I’m a mad man who can describe all the world using words, and who uses copper coin divination to laugh at the proud! I am the top disciple of Confucianism… Mo Tianyu!”

nJing Yue was one of the Seven Heroes of Sword Sect, so he had seen much more of the world than most people. He recognized Mo Tianyu, this man with messy hair, an exposed chest, and a flask of wine.

nAs the guardian of the Imperial Advisor’s study and the top disciple of Confucianism, he was fairly famous among the Hundred Schools of Philosophy.

nOn the rooftop…

nMo Tianyu took another sip of wine and sprayed it out of his mouth.

nHis faint laughter floated over the manor.

n“Miss, it’s true that it’s a bit late at night for me to come here, but the Imperial Advisor has ordered me to visit your Young Master, so I hope to meet with him.”

nNing Zhao’s eyes narrowed and flashed. “Sir, this is trespassing, not visiting… Please leave. Otherwise… prepare to die.”

nNing Zhao’s cold voice wasn’t very loud. She seemed afraid of waking up Lu Fan, so she purposely spoke in a low voice.

nMo Tianyu took another swallow of wine and burst into loud laughter again.

n“I made two calculations regarding your Young Master’s fate, but both of them turned out to be incorrect. In order to find out the reason why, I want to make a calculation in front of Young Master.”

nMo Tianyu’s Confucianist robe flew in the wind as he stood on the roof, and he sounded fearless and bold.

nNing Zhao’s brows furrowed slightly.

nJing Yue was still downstairs, and he tapped the wooden sword box on his back a few times in a row, and the three remaining swords shot out.

n“Rumor has it that the top disciple of Confucianism, Mo Tianyu, has ‘Mad Man’ as a nickname. He doesn’t care about the ways of the earth or the heavens, and he never listens to anyone besides for the Imperial Advisor. Today, I’ve seen for myself… that you really do live up to your nickname, and your audacity really knows no limit,” Jing Yue said.

nThe moment he finished speaking, his body suddenly started spinning. His two legs arched backward and kicked the handles of the three long swords that flew out from the wooden sword box.

nThe three swords immediately shot forward without bending.

nThis was Sword Sect’s Flying Sword Technique.

n“I was wondering how the Sword Sect failed. Now I see it’s because they had a traitor in their midst.”

nMo Tianyu, with his messy hair, held onto his wine flask and glanced disdainfully at Jing Yue.

nHe took a mouthful of wine and sprayed it out as the wind blew.

nThe wine became a red mist in the moonlight, as if a mystical dragon had suddenly appeared in the night and breathed fire.

nThe mist hit the three flying swords, and each droplet of wine carried one ton of force.

nJing Yue’s swords were instantly beaten aside and fell limply on the rooftop.

n“Just a low level move, how uninteresting,” Mo Tianyu laughed quietly.

nIn the courtyard, Jing Yue felt a chill go down his spine. This top disciple of Confucianism was a vicious man, all right… and he was really no match for him.

nAt that moment, Jing Yue felt the urge to turn around and run.

nBut…

nHe suddenly felt a little depressed, because he realized that his current status as Lu Fan’s slave didn’t allow for him to just turn around and run away whenever he liked anymore.

nHe couldn’t be like how he was before.

nAt the same time, he thought about the otherworldly power Lu Fan had, and he immediately regained confidence. He wielded his sword as he lightly stepped onto the wall and started charging at Mo Tianyu.

nOn the rooftop…

nMo Tianyu pushed off the roof with his foot and broke a tile as he leaped off the rooftop.

nHis toes landed on the tip of Jing Yue’s oncoming sword, and the force was actually powerful enough to push Jing Yue back down to the ground. They both fell back down toward the courtyard as Mo Tianyu’s loud laughter rang out through the darkness.

nSeveral swirls of Qi were gathering above Mo Tianyu’s head, like a long, expanding rainbow.

nConfucianist… Righteousness Qi!

nDONG!

nMo Tianyu’s mouth was like a fountain. It continuously spouted words, and each word rang like a cold coin clattering against the ground.

nJing Yue felt like his ears were going deaf, and even the sword in his hand was no longer steady.

nPFFT!

nJing Yue spit out a mouthful of blood as he flew in the air and crashed onto the ground, the impact sending him stumbling backwards.

nEach step he took caused the ground to crack.

n“You might have stood a chance if all Seven Heroes of Sword Sect combined forces, but by yourself… you’re no match for me. You have a long way to go.”

nOn the ground of the courtyard…

nMo Tianyu elegantly landed. He lifted his flask and knocked back another mouthful of wine. It dribbled down his chin and onto his Confucianist robe as the sound of his laughter filled the air.

nOn the rooftop…

nNing Zhao lifted her Cicada Wing Sword and looked rather grimly at Mo Tianyu.

nMo Tianyu alone was stronger than the hundreds of Confucianists back at Beiluo Lake Island!

nIf she joined hands with Nie Changqing, they might stand a chance against Mo Tianyu.

nBut for some reason, Nie Changqing hadn’t appeared, despite the big commotion.

nSuddenly…

nNing Zhao’s furrowed brows relaxed.

nShe looked toward the room that Lu Fan was in.

nThe tightly closed carved wooden red door was suddenly pushed open by a great force and produced a great “bam.”

nA cold and detached voice could be heard from within the room.

n“Who taught you to wake me up in the middle of the night…”

nLu Fan’s voice floated out from inside.

nA huge gust of wind suddenly blew from inside the room.

nMo Tianyu stood in place, his Confucianist robe and untied hair flying wildly in the wind.

n“Young Master Lu, I am Mo Tianyu, the top disciple of Confucianism under the Imperial Advisor. My teacher has sent me here to take you to the capital city. And, besides that, although my predictions have always been extremely accurate, I have miscalculated Young Master Lu’s fortune twice… As such, I would like to tell Young Master Lu’s fortune for free.”

nMo Tianyu held his wine flask tightly and narrowed his eyes at Lu Fan.

nWithin the capital city, Mo Tianyu’s nickname was “Mad Man,” and because he was highly skilled, he was extremely bold, and wasn’t afraid of anyone. He had literally kicked important officials before, all of which were in higher positions than Lu Changkong, and had even pointed his finger in their faces and scolded them.

nHis manner of appearing at Lu Fan’s doorstep was polite by his standards.

nBut after he finished speaking…

nLaughter came from within the room.

n“This is your reason for waking me up in the middle of the night?

n“Did you tell your own fortune before entering my courtyard?

n“Are you even worthy enough to tell my fortune?”

nLu Fan’s cold and detached voice came from within the room.

nEach statement was accompanied by the distinct sound of a chess piece landing on a chessboard.

nHe made three statements, so he put three chess pieces down…

nIn the courtyard, his Spirit Pressure suddenly increased tremendously.

nAnd…

nInside the room, the wind blew wildly, and there was a giant translucent hand made from flowing light blue wisps of Qi, its fingers spread out, except for the middle finger, which was folded on top of the index finger, as if it were putting a chess piece down.

nIt came toward Mo Tianyu’s head and pressed down.

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