My Martial Arts Level Never Drops

Chapter 398: Chapter 189: Watching Fish

He flew directly, and was immediately spotted by the Black Armored Soldiers on the Inner City’s paved ramparts.

However, upon seeing him, they were not alarmed. Instead, they immediately stood at attention with their polearms and bowed in salute.

...Lanyang City had flight-restricting formations.

The vast majority of people who entered could only travel on foot.

Only a select few with the most distinguished status were permitted to fly through the air.

...As it happened, Qin Fang’s current status placed him precisely among that most distinguished group in Lanyang City.

Soon, he reached the Outer City.

The bustling, decadent cityscape came into view, and Qin Fang found himself reflecting. He had lived in this Outer City for some time.

He flew forward subconsciously, passing the Post House.

He saw the row of A, B, and C courtyards, as well as D Building.

...The Martial Arts Examination had just ended, but the Post House was still bustling with activity.

Every year, newcomers gathered here, striving to obtain the Martial Arts Records or to become disciples of the Heavenly Gang Wuji Sect.

...He himself had been one of them just last year. Revisiting this old place now, he couldn’t help but feel a stir of emotion.

His gaze intentionally swept over the entrance of the Post House, and he spotted Li Yao—the very person who had helped him choose a courtyard back then.

A faint smile touched Qin Fang’s lips, but he didn’t descend, instead flying straight out of the city.

The magnificent and imposing gates of Lanyang City soon came into view.

Beyond the gates lay a vast, boundless marsh, with layers of mountain ranges in the far distance.

It was now the height of a hot June; the sun was bright, and the scenery was perfect.

The Black Armored Soldiers on the city wall’s paved ramparts also spotted him at once, but they immediately stood at attention and saluted.

Qin Fang glanced at them, then flew straight over the city walls and out above the boundless marsh.

Above the marsh, painted boats drifted like clouds. The water’s surface shimmered and rolled, creating a magnificent scene.

"Ah, look up! There’s someone in the sky!"

As Qin Fang flew past a painted boat, a noble young lady, who was covering her mouth in a light laugh, suddenly noticed him in the air.

Her beautiful eyes widened in surprise before immediately lighting up, and she shouted out.

This immediately startled the young men and women around her, and they all whipped their heads around to look.

They saw Qin Fang in the sky.

As Qin Fang’s gaze swept over them, the group hastily rose and bowed. "Greetings, Lord Tributor!"

...Evidently, these young men and women were well aware that only a powerful expert from within the Heavenly Gang Wuji Sect could fly so casually outside Lanyang City.

And when such experts traveled abroad, they all held the title of Tributor.

Qin Fang’s eyes flickered. He gave them a slight nod without a word, and his figure shot through the air and away.

Only after he was far in the distance did the sound of excited chatter rise from the painted boat.

"That Lord Tributor... he’s a stranger. I’ve never seen him before!"

"He looked so young... and so handsome!"

"Yes, yes! That Lord Tributor is so gentle! He even nodded at us just now!!"

"Huh? Am I the only one envious that the Lord Tributor can fly? ...That’s flying! ...If only I could fly too..."

"You’re dreaming. I heard from my family’s elders that flying is something only an expert who has stepped into the Divine Domain can do. And even then, they have to be one of the best... an ordinary expert in the Divine Domain can’t fly."

"Sigh... too bad my talent is so poor. I’m still only at the Mid-Anjin Stage..."

Some marveled, while others sighed...

But in any case, seeing a Tributor soar through the sky—and even greet them—was a rather unexpected and pleasant surprise.

Qin Fang continued flying forward. Soon, he saw the official ferry crossings and, on the opposite shore, Qingmu City.

A dense, dark crowd was queuing up to board the ferries. Even from a great distance, Qin Fang could see the looks of awe and yearning for the Prefecture City on their faces...

...’When I first saw the Prefecture City last year, I probably had a similar reaction, didn’t I?’

Qin Fang’s gaze swept about, finally landing on a group of fishermen on his side of the shore.

Then, he zeroed in on one of them.

The man’s eyes were slightly closed, his expression placid.

But the moment Qin Fang’s gaze fell upon him, the man seemed to sense it, opening his eyes and looking up at him.

Qin Fang let out a soft breath and, with a flicker of movement, landed on the bank.

This drew a series of gasps from the fishermen.

They bowed to Qin Fang with some trepidation, then took a few steps back.

...’They were startled, but they don’t seem too surprised that I can fly... It must be because of this fisherman here. They probably see it often.’ Qin Fang mused.

He bowed. "Greetings, Senior Brother Yun."

This fisherman was, of course, none other than Yun Guanyu—the very man who had granted him entry to the city that day.

Yun Guanyu sized Qin Fang up, thought for a moment, and asked, "A True Inheritance disciple? From which lineage?"

Qin Fang froze for a moment. ’He doesn’t remember me?’

’But that’s impossible. A True Essence Realm Martial Artist has already formed their Divine Sense; they have a nearly perfect memory.’

’Especially when it comes to people.’

’...When I came down the mountain yesterday, I ran into some Outer Disciples, and they all looked familiar just from having seen them once.’

’And I’ve caused a pretty big stir this past year, haven’t I?’

Although puzzled, Qin Fang remained respectful. "Qin Fang—Qin Linyuan—a True Inheritance disciple of the Guiyuan Lineage, greets Senior Brother Yun."

He stated his identity and offered a formal greeting once more.

Yun Guanyu nodded in sudden understanding. "Ah, so you’re a junior brother from the Guiyuan Lineage... What business do you have with me?"

Qin Fang was at a loss for words.

He was a little unsure how to answer that question...

"Senior Brother, you’ve forgotten again... He’s the one I told you about before... Qin Fang, Qin Linyuan..."

A soft, plaintive voice spoke up from the side.

Qin Fang turned his head and saw a slender woman. She had a delicate, oval face, fair skin, and a pair of exceptionally bright, clear eyes. Her long hair was simply held in place by a wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands framing her cheeks...

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