Eternal Life Chapter 20

Immortal Shark Fis.h.i.+ng

“You seem to be unsatisfied. While you have trained to the seventh level of the Mortal Realm, something that is very rare outside, in the Yu’hua School people at the seventh level are very common. Please, let me see what you are unsatisfied about.”

“What are you saying?” said Fang Han through his clenched teeth, expressing his dissatisfaction so clearly that even a fool would be able to recognize it. Immediately, another young prince fiercely stood up, and began giving off an extremely cold Qi.

The surrounding people all suddenly felt a very condensed pressure, as if they were being squashed one by one by a large mountain.

In particular, Fang Han felt an even greater pressure, as if the prince could take his life at any second.

“Such tyrannical Qi, I only slightly showed my displeasure yet I have to suffer such severe consequences.”

Feeling the Qi, Fang Han’s body shrunk, his mind thinking. The air tore past his ears, resulting in an explosion. Suddenly a palm that seemed to have broken many Devils appeared in front of him, the distortion of air causing his forehead to ache.

Surprisingly, the prince had actually directly thrown out his hand, his body moving like a hawk in the sky, a shark about to bite, a snake about to strangle, a tiger stalking sheep.

“Prince Bao!”

Liu Kang’s facial expression changed, and he let out a shout of warning. However, it was too late.

“Be careful, that is the Nine Tyrant Dragons Fist!”

Hong Yi’s words reached Fang Han’s ears.

“Pouncing Tiger Roaming Dragon!” Hurriedly, Fang Han executed one of the moves of the ‘Tiger Dragon Flying Steps’, moving back, and letting the fist pa.s.s over his shoulder. However, the wind created by the fist caused his face to ache slightly.

Truthfully, Fang Han was most proficient at the ‘Seven Star Step’, but using the skills of the Qun’xing School while he was in the Yu’hua School was definitely no good thing.

“Your reactions are very agile! However, your usage of the Tiger Dragon Flying Steps is much too wasteful.”

This Prince Bao was a prince from the Da’de Empire. He appeared right where Fang Han had just taken shelter. Laughing coldly, he moved again, with the shake of his body, his wrist shot out, as forceful as the wind hitting a great tree. In the background, a vague sounder of thunder could be heard.

“Careful, it’s the Stormy Chop!” said Hong Yi.

“This guy’s movements, he must be at the eight level!” As Fang Han dodged, Prince Bao’s hand came once again, bearing the power of a storm, fiercely chopping at Fang Han, as if he was about to cut Fang Han in half.

Prince Bao was too fast! His footwork was too good!

His level was clearly one higher than Fang Han’s.

I can’t dodge it!

I can only go against it!

My advantage is that my bones are much stronger than regular people’s! Also, my recovery rate is many times higher than an ordinary pract.i.tioner!

In this moment, Fang Han set his mind, and he didn’t dodge, sending his palm out, using the ‘Flying Spirit Soft Body Enhancement’s ‘Cotton Palm Soft Fist’ to strike against Prince Bao’s body. First soft then hard! The two methods of exerting force, hard and soft, when combined resulted in a very profound fist.

“Peng!”

The two fists met. Fang Han only felt a ferocious strong power, his wrist feeling as if it had been struck by lightning. Immediately, his hand began to go numb.

As for Prince Bao, he had been forced back two steps, surprise flas.h.i.+ng through his eyes as he realized the abnormal strength of Fang Han’s bones.

After shaking his wrist twice, his blood and qi began to flow smoothly again, and his wrist was no longer numb. Fang Han never had thought that his arms and hands were as strong as a dragon, and able to create huge waves. Opening and closing his hand, he stubbornly sent out a strike at Prince Bao’s throat, and began fighting back.

“You’re fighting back?” Prince Bao let out a disdainful snort, his body slightly bending, looking like a giant fis.h.i.+ng rod, his two hands like a b.l.o.o.d.y shark/crocodile’s mouth going after prey. His speed was extremely fast, and in a moment his hands had bitten onto Fang Han’s arm. Immediately, one could hear the sound of bones grinding, of steel being broken in half. Fang Han felt as if he was a big fish that had been baited and thrown of the water, unbalanced.

Prince Bao took this opportunity to throw out another palm. Bo! Fang Han only felt his chest heat up and his entire body convulse and go flying, only to stop upon hitting the ground.

“Immortal Shark Fis.h.i.+ng!”

Seeing Fang Han being tossed around by Prince Bao like a fish and sent flying onto the ground, Hong Yi suddenly moved and landed by Fang Han, “You are okay right.”

“No problem!” There was a trace of blood on the corner of Fang Han’s mouth. His inner organs had just suffered great shock, but thankfully, they were as strong as steel. Otherwise, they would have ruptured.

“This Prince Bao is a level above me, and his moves even more mysterious than mine. I shall go home and train a hundred times and come back and shove his face in the ground! If I don’t get this off my back, lao zi isn’t a true man.”

Fang Han, clenching his teeth, stood up, acting like nothing was wrong. Wiping the blood of the corner of his mouth, he spit out, “Admirable, admirable.”

“The move Immortal Shark Fis.h.i.+ng is from the ‘Wan’gui Immortal Island’, are you going to ask him how he learned it?” Seeing that Fang Han was fine, Hong Yi continued, “Rumors have it that ‘Wan’gui Immortal Island’ disciples train by standing in a coral reef holding fis.h.i.+ng rods and trying to catch sharks. Using shark calves as bait to catch larger sharks, they can, with the toss of a fis.h.i.+ng rod, reel in sharks up to a couple hundred jin. The secrets of this skill are very mysterious.”

“My Da’de Empire, what styles do we not have? We even have the Wan’gui Immortal Island’s martial styles,” said Prince Bao proudly. Looking at Fang Han, he raised his two hands directing his knuckles at Fang Han. “Your body is not bad, it seems as if you have eaten some kind of spiritual medicine. However, you have too little combat experience, and your resilience is rather low. Alas, you do have some value, and are not trash. This time, you can join us.”

“Let’s go! When the school sends out the order, you guys come find us.”
Seeing that Prince Bao had beaten Fang Han, the other prince stood up, showing himself off very clearly.

After the others had left, Liu Kang coldly snorted, and then asked, “Fang Han, does it truly not matter?”

“I’m going back first!” Fang Han patted his body, and walked out of the ‘Jade Mess Hall’. The fight just now hadn’t gotten much attention from the other people in the hall. Due to the hundred thousand outer court disciples that ate there every day, conflicts were rather common.

While silently returning to his residence, Fang Han thought about why he had failed.

First, his combat experience was too low. Throughout his entire training, he had only fought against a couple head servants, and the important fight against the G.o.dly Strength Puppet. These two-three fights, how could it compare to Prince Bao’s experience which had been tempered through hundreds of fights to the point where killing was no longer numbing.

Secondly, his own strength was less than Prince Bao’s due to the level difference.

Third, his opponent had too many mysterious tricks.

“Since Prince Bao is able to use the martial styles of the Wan’gui Immortal Island, then I should be able to use the martial styles of the Qun’xing School without any misgivings.”

Wan’gui Immortal Island was the number one of the Ten Immortal Schools, and was built on the sea.

Practice hard!

Training a thousand times as hard!

Whoever hits me, I will hit them back!

Fang Han set his heart! In the beginning, people had stepped on him. Now that he had cultivated, he would never let people step on him again!

Ga’zhi, the courtyard door was pushed open, and Hong Yi walked in, “Fang Han, that Prince Bao has fused countless martial styles into one, and is very strong. Today, you lost, but don’t hate him. Do know that if I fought with him, it is likely that I am not even his opponent.”

“I truly don’t hate him. As long as no one died, it is not something I will hate someone over. If I died without any opportunity, then it would be something unjust. Hong Yi, I hope for you to help me train.” Fang Han rubbed his chest.

“How can I help you?”

“Take your sword and try to kill me, let us exchange blows. I need to experience combat and train my killing-intent! Do not be lenient, and focus on trying to kill me!” said Fang Han coldly.

“Eh?” Hong Yi wanted to deny his request, but seeing Fang Han clench his teeth as if he were trying to swallow a person, she unconsciously drew her sword, coldness radiating in all directions. “I also realized that your combat experience is too low. That being the case, I will not be courteous. Although I am a princess of the Da’li Empire, in order to train myself, I had a secret ident.i.ty. I was a gold-card a.s.sa.s.sin of the Nian’hong Pavilion. Under my sword, hundreds upon thousands of evil people have died.”

“The vast autumn rain worries over the dead, one person, and one sword destroying evil spirits.”

[TL: Some bs right here]

The sword was drawn out of its sheath, Hong Yi’s body beginning to emanate a cold, yin, and ‘killing’ qi, causing Fang Han to break out in a cold sweat. Shua, shua, shua, and the sword’s radiance flashed multiple times, stabbing towards Fang Han’s forehead, his eyes, his ears, throat, wrist, and arm.

Fang Han felt profound killing intent, and hurriedly dodged.

Hua’la!

On his forehead, a long b.l.o.o.d.y mark appeared, blood flowing out. One could see the exposed bone in the depths.

Just how great was the difference between fighting with a sword and fighting barehanded? It was especially evident when two masters fought.

Fiercely wiping his forehead, the blood stopped flowing out from the wound. Fang Han continued to move, dodging left and right and fiercely counterattacking. However, before long, his body was covered in some more b.l.o.o.d.y marks.

However, he didn’t care about his injuries in the slightest, his body exuding endless energy trying to dodge the sword and looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

A stick of incense!

Half a s.h.i.+’chen!

One s.h.i.+’chen!

[TL: A s.h.i.+’chen is two hours]

By the end, Fang Han’s entire body, from top to bottom, was dripping with blood, as if someone had cut him ten thousand times with a thousand knifes. The sight of him would gross out and shock others.

“Stop! Too much blood is flowing, we need to wrap your wounds!” Hong Yi stopped.

“Okay! Let’s go again tomorrow!” Fang Han returned to his room.

The second day, the two met again in the courtyard. When Hong Yi realized that the wounds on Fang Han’s body had all healed and only left a couple faint scars, in her heart, she secretly praised Fang Han’s body’s extreme self-regenerative powers.

Exchanging blows again, it still ended with Fang Han bruised and b.l.o.o.d.y.

At night, Fang Han did his utmost to caress his heart and distribute the ‘Nine Aperture Golden Pellet’s medicinal powers. He could sense that the medicinal powers of the pellet were being disturbed faster, and more violently, than before to repair his body,

At night, he was still training hard!

Training in all kinds of martial styles, training hard without care for his life!

The third day!

The fourth day!

The fifth day!

Every day, during the day he would be beaten by the sword till he was bruised and b.l.o.o.d.y. At night, he would demonstrate his physical strength that completely went beyond the strength of normal people and continue his hard training, training, and training! He wanted to thoroughly overexert himself so that he could completely absorb the ‘Nine Aperture Golden Pellet’ into his body.

Hong Yi also increasingly praised his perseverance. Every day, he was subjected to ten thousand cuts, beaten till bruised and b.l.o.o.d.y. This was not something anyone could go through.

The tenth day pa.s.sed.

The fifteenth day pa.s.sed.

The twentieth pay pa.s.sed!

Finally, that night, Fang Han felt the ‘Nine Aperture Golden Pellet’ in his heart explode and break down due to his powerful blood circulation. The pellet turned into an endless source of heat going thoroughly through his body, surging and roaring and finally converging into a golden light. The golden light deposited itself in his bone marrow, and finally fully merged with his bone marrow.

As for Fang Han’s body, the dead skin which had been sliced so many times by the sword began to incessantly fall off like a snake molting. His new skin was even more tough and durable. Underneath, there grew a thick, thick layer of membrane!

[TL: So I couldn’t find anything for 隔膜 other than just simply membrane]

His body became filled with endless explosive power.

“Finally, I have completely refined the ‘Nine Aperture Golden Pellet! It has laid down the foundation for me to have the strongest physique! In the future, I must rely on my own training.”

Early morning twenty days after having become an outer court disciple, Fang Han’s body molted, and underwent a sharp change in growing a membrane. Waiting for Hong Yi to come, he didn’t expect a paper crane to fly into his courtyard and stop in front of him and suddenly combust, leaving several large flames which formed characters.

“Outer court disciples, Qun’xian Yard, get together!”

“It is requesting that outer court disciples go out and train! Prince Bao! Today, I will thoroughly beat you half to death!”

Draping his clothes over him, Fang Han left the courtyard.