I Can Strengthen Everything

The Dragon's Roar Iron Cloth Shirt had been a great help to him. Now that he had raised it to the Perfection Level, he felt a profound sense of security.

'With my current Dragon Scale Profound Armor, I should be able to withstand a few attacks even from a True Gang First Layer expert.'

Fang Xing mused to himself.

However, he could only withstand a few attacks.

Under a sustained assault, his Flesh Body wouldn't be able to hold up.

After all, the power gap created by Refining Qi into Gang was immense.

If they were to truly fight, he would still lose. However, with two Top Level Divine Skills at the Perfection Level, at least he wouldn't be defeated as quickly as before.

He could last much longer.

Moreover, besides these two Top Level Divine Skills, he also had the Celestial Extreme Divine Skill.

Not to mention the Dragon Elephant Prison-Suppression Force, but with his Life-taking Slash—his Extreme One Slash—he could even injure an expert in the True Gang Realm.

After slaying four True Qi Perfection Level beings, the color of the Heart of Slaughter within him had deepened.

However, he was still a long way from breaking through to the next stage.

If he reached the second stage, the boost to his power would likely be even greater than what he had gained from his current breakthrough to True Qi Perfection.

He stood up, feeling the changes in his body.

Now, two of his Top Level Martial Arts, the Dragon's Roar Iron Cloth Shirt and the Red Fire Divine Skill, were both at the Perfection Level.

His strength had taken another step forward.

At least within the True Qi Realm, he didn't need to worry about anything.

Even when facing a True Gang expert, he could rely on the Red Fire Divine Skill to escape.

'It's about time. I should head to Linjiang first. Delays breed complications…' Gazing out the window, Fang Xing rose and left his room.

Leaving the Post Station, Fang Xing exited the city and headed toward Lijiang County.

Linjiang was over two hundred li from Black Mountain County.

Executing the Zongyi Ascension Step with his full strength, Fang Xing quickly arrived in Lijiang County.

Lijiang County was a land of fish and rice.

The fishing industry was its mainstay.

Relying on the White Dragon River, life here was relatively more comfortable.

Outside Linjiang City, Fang Xing's gaze swept over the county town.

Above Lijiang County, the fires of the mortal world were stronger than in Black Mountain County.

This proved that worldly life was more vibrant here.

Within the fires of the mortal world, a faint Demonic Qi permeated the air, though it was not conspicuous.

The map's information appeared in Fang Xing's mind.

According to the map, the Black Death Sect's stronghold in Linjiang was not inside the city, but in a Daoist Temple outside the city.

White Cloud Temple!

The name sounded quite elegant, carrying a certain artistic flair.

In reality, the incense offerings at this Daoist Temple had long since dwindled. However, after the Black Death Sect usurped the temple, the offerings had recovered somewhat.

'White Cloud Temple… It should be about thirty li from the city. I'll go take a look.'

Without lingering, Fang Xing's figure quickly disappeared.

Before long, he arrived at a mountaintop. Not far away in the mountains was the White Cloud Temple.

His gaze swept over the area. As was his custom, Fang Xing first activated his Golden Eyes of Truth to perceive everything.

Above White Cloud Temple, an inconspicuous Demonic Qi permeated, invisible to the naked eye. Even a Martial Artist's spiritual sense couldn't detect anything.

Unless one had cultivated a special Martial Dao Secret Technique, it would be impossible to perceive.

For him, however, this pervasive Demonic Qi was easy to discern.

A faint Demonic Qi lingered.

Fang Xing glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze. Stepping on air, wreathed in True Qi, he vanished without a trace.

Arriving outside White Cloud Temple, Fang Xing used his Power of Mental to carefully investigate.

By now, his use of his Yin God was becoming more and more skilled.

Sweeping the area with his Mental Power, he grasped the entire situation within White Cloud Temple instantly.

Through his spiritual sense, he detected a total of five auras.

Two at True Qi Perfection, two at the Late Stage of True Qi, and one at the True Qi Peak.

'Five of them…'

Fang Xing retracted his Mental Power and immediately strode toward the Daoist Temple.

A direct confrontation.

As long as he was facing members of the Evil Cult, his Golden Eyes of Truth could precisely detect the evil aura surrounding them.

He stepped into the temple. It was morning, and White Cloud Temple was quiet. No one had come to burn incense and worship yet.

Fang Xing walked straight toward the Daoist Temple's main hall.

Just as he arrived before the main hall, a voice called out.

"This temple is not open to the public today. We must ask you to leave, patron."

Fang Xing looked toward the source of the voice, and a young man in a Daoist Robe appeared before him.

His gaze swept over him, and a flicker of gold appeared in his pupils.

'So it really has been completely taken over…'

Seeing the wisp of evil qi lingering on this priest, he didn't need to guess. This had to be a disciple of the Evil Cult.

However, he was not one of the five from the True Qi Realm he had sensed, just a Dark Force Level Martial Artist.

"Why aren't you open? Has something happened?" Fang Xing wasn't in a hurry to act, asking the approaching priest.

The priest stepped forward, his expression placid as he looked at him. "My apologies. This is an internal temple matter and cannot be disclosed. Please leave, patron."

"And what if I don't leave?" Fang Xing said coolly.

At his words, the priest's gaze instantly hardened.

But before he could speak, a hand landed on his shoulder, and a cold voice sounded by his ear, "Take me to the Observatory Master!"

Fang Xing spoke in a commanding tone. The priest's expression changed.

'True Qi Realm!'

Sensing Fang Xing's powerful aura, the priest's heart trembled. The hand on his shoulder felt like an iron clamp, and he had the feeling it could move to crush him at any moment.

The young priest nodded silently and turned. Fang Xing followed close behind, trailing him deeper into the Daoist Temple.

Arriving at a courtyard inside the temple, Fang Xing did a mental scan, and the situation was clear at a glance.

"Thank you," Fang Xing said with a faint smile. The young priest's pupils dilated and the light in his eyes scattered. Before he could make a sound, he fell to the ground with a THUD, his life force extinguished.

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