Chapter 113: What Could Be Better Than Money?

The Martial Arena was now filled with martial artists. Inside, there were three arenas built from different materials.

The three arenas were for those below the Innate Realm, for the Innate Realm, and for the Foundation Building Realm.

Most martial artists who stood out here had been invited by sects and entered sects.

Now that the sects had finished recruiting disciples, if Fang Jin wanted to join a sect again, he had to start from here, making his name known so the sect people would notice him.

Flipping his hand, he drew his sword. Fang Jin directly leaped onto the arena and declared arrogantly, “I want to fight ten matches in a row!”

Fighting ten matches in a row meant fighting ten Innate Realm martial artists consecutively without any rest. This feat had been accomplished by someone a few months before.

“Heh, you think this is about who has more money?” The young martial artist who had mocked him earlier laughed scornfully and also leaped onto the arena. “If you want a beating, I’m happy to oblige.”

“Beat me? Let me tell you, Lin Xuan, I, Fang Jin, am not the same as yesterday’s Fang Jin.” Fang Jin said arrogantly, his sword leaving its sheath. “I’ll defeat you within ten moves.”

Light shimmered, sword energy sharp. Fang Jin twirled his sword, sending a shower of sword shadows cascading down. “Sword Illuminates Mountains and Rivers.”

“Hmm?”

Lin Xuan, who hadn’t taken Fang Jin seriously, suddenly looked tense. This sword technique gave him a feeling of being unable to counter it. How had Fang Jin’s martial arts improved so suddenly? Could it be he was hiding his strength before?

Not daring to hesitate, Lin Xuan swiftly moved his sword, releasing thousands of sword energies to protect himself and block the shower of sword shadows.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sword energy, sword shadows, and sword blades collided continuously. The sharp sword energies kept being shattered. Seeing this, Fang Jin’s confidence soared. As one move ended, another began. The inherited sword technique of the Fang Family shone brilliantly.

The sword followed his hand, the hand followed his heart. Fang Jin fought more and more freely, more and more exhilarated. Under the Foundation Establishment Insight, his understanding of sword techniques grew deeper and deeper.

What he hadn’t understood before, he now understood completely.

This was the Foundation Establishment Insight, a comprehension condensed from what one had learned, heard, and realized.

Fang Jin had learned the sword since birth, practicing his family’s inherited sword technique. His Foundation Establishment Insight was naturally an advancement of his Way of the Sword, forming the insight most suitable for him.

The two martial artists kept exchanging blows. Fang Jin’s sword moves grew stronger, and his sword technique became more unpredictable. Lin Xuan, who already felt hard-pressed, was instantly put at a disadvantage.

The sword tip passed, the long wind fell. Fang Jin’s sword had no fixed timing, his moves followed his intent. He thrust his sword at Lin Xuan’s blade. His heart stirred, his long sword turned, sword energy surged and receded as he lifted the sword upwards.

Clatter!

The long sword flew from his hand. Lin Xuan only felt a chill at his throat and a vague sting. He looked at Fang Jin in disbelief. He had lost? How many moves was that?

“Five moves. I overestimated you.” Fang Jin sighed lightly, sheathing his sword, wearing an expression of invincible loneliness. “Who’s next?”

Lin Xuan hung his head low, shamefully jumped off the arena, and had no face left to mock Fang Jin as an upstart anymore.

Off the arena, Lin Xuan’s mind was still in a daze. How had he lost? Before, although he was only slightly stronger than Fang Jin, he was still stronger. But now, he had lost in just five moves.

“I’ll come.” Soon, another Innate Martial Artist stepped onto the arena.

“Sword Illuminates Mountains and Rivers.” The same move again, sword flowers blossoming, illuminating and piercing through mountains and rivers.

“Four moves. You’re defeated.”

Another Innate Realm martial artist left the arena. Another martial artist stepped up.

“You’re a bit stronger than them. You lasted six moves.”

“…Three moves.”

One by one, Innate Martial Artists went up, then came down. Fang Jin was very smug. His servant had already invited Miss Qin Xi.

Qin Xi, usually indifferent, now looked surprised, shocked, and even carried a hint of admiration? It must be admiration, at least that’s what Fang Jin thought.

Defeating one Innate Martial Artist after another, Fang Jin displayed great prowess. His Martial Skills also kept improving, his understanding deepening. In the end, even late-stage Innate Realm practitioners couldn’t withstand one move from him, and Peak Innate Realm practitioners couldn’t last three moves.

Feeling Qin Xi’s continuous attention, Fang Jin felt his whole life was worth it.

“Who’s next?” With this shout, all the Innate Martial Artists fell silent.

“If those few hadn’t all joined sects, how could Fang Jin be allowed to show off like this?” An Innate Martial Artist below muttered discontentedly but didn’t dare go up.

Ten matches, and only seven had been fought so far. Fang Jin glanced at the many Innate Martial Artists and sighed helplessly. “So lonely.”

With a sigh, Fang Jin left the arena. Now, no one was his match anymore. He should be able to enter a sect now, right?

“Hah, an upstart is always an upstart. Beating us is nothing. Go beat those few from the sects if you have the skill.” Some Innate Martial Artists couldn’t help but sneer.

“Top families are families with Dao Fruit experts presiding. No matter how strong he is, he’s only at the Innate Realm.” Lin Xuan also said coldly.

“Ha, a bunch of losers who can only talk big now.” Fang Jin laughed arrogantly, then looked at Qin Xi. “Miss Qin Xi, would I have the honor of joining you for lunch?”

Qin Xi was stunned, looking at Fang Jin somewhat dazedly, and nodded instinctively.

“Miss Qin Xi, after you.” Overjoyed, Fang Jin hurriedly led Qin Xi away. As for the servant, he promptly glared at him, telling him to get lost.

“For the first time, I feel that having money feels really damn good!” Fang Jin was ecstatic inside.

Before, he was called an upstart, looked down upon by those top families. And now?

Now, he not only had strength, but he had also won the heart of a beauty!

And all of this was bought with money. Fang Jin suddenly wanted to ask the many Innate Martial Artists, what could possibly be better than money?

But he didn’t ask. Instead, he thought of something.

“Sects? I’m not going anymore. What’s the big deal about Dao Fruit? Our Fang Family Ancestor isn’t incapable of breaking through to Dao Fruit!”

Fang Jin thought of the Divine Devil Dojo.

Top families had Dao Fruit Ancestors presiding. His Fang Family didn’t, but his family had money! He could totally buy a Dao Fruit Insight for the ancestor. After breaking through, who would dare say the Fang Family wasn’t a top family?

He had been so eager to enter a sect precisely because his family wasn’t strong, lacking a powerful figure to preside. He wanted to cling to a sect’s thigh to avoid being swallowed by the city’s top families.

Now, as long as he had money, were sects and such still important?

But now was mealtime with Miss Qin Xi. The ancestor could wait.

Walking out of the Martial Arena, Fang Jin frowned, looking toward several martial artists squatting at the entrance. These people were all at the Innate Realm, holding a few pieces of paper, constantly peering into the Martial Arena.

If they were ordinary people, Fang Jin wouldn’t care. But he caught four words on those papers — Divine Devil Dojo!

“Miss Qin Xi, my apologies. I have something to attend to. Let’s make it another day.” Fang Jin cupped his fists and hurried off.

“Fang…” Qin Xi opened her mouth, but as soon as she spoke, Fang Jin had already run far away.

Many more Innate Martial Artists came out afterward. The martial artists holding papers quickly stepped forward, handing the papers to them.

“What’s going on today? Why do the Innate martial artists coming out all have their heads hanging low, as if their mothers died?”

“I heard they got beaten by some upstart.”

“Upstart? Could it be the family we delivered goods to before?”

Qin Xi hadn’t left yet. Hearing their discussion, she grew curious. “Excuse me, big brother, what are you handing out?”

“Flyers for the Divine Devil Dojo. Here’s one for you, miss. I’m a martial artist from the Wind-Swift Express Company. If you want to buy anything, just tell us the location, and we’ll deliver within an hour.” The Innate Martial Artists quickly explained.

Qin Xi was stunned. Divine Devil Dojo? Wind-Swift Express Company? What in the world were these?