"Ding-dong. Binding to the 100,000 times talent system…Please wait!”
"Ding-dong. Talent binding 100,000 times completed!”
Fang Chen woke up in a daze.
F * ck, what was going on?
After realizing that this was a cheat, he immediately cursed,"F * ck you, I've already transmigrated for eighteen years. I've been looking forward to the stars and the moon, but you just won't come.”
"After I lost interest in cultivating, you showed up? If he didn't cultivate, he wouldn't refine it even if he died. He didn't care about his bullsh * t 100,000 times talent.”
Fang Chen had transmigrated to this fantasy world called the Celestial Pole Continent eighteen years ago.
When one cultivated to the Supreme Realm, a martial artist could pluck the sun, moon, and stars. Shattering the void was nothing.
In short, martial artists were all kinds of awesome.
At that time, Fang Chen was extremely eager to cultivate, but he knew that as a transmigrator, he would definitely have a cheat.
He might as well not cultivate at that time and let those so-called geniuses run for eight to ten years.
In the end…he had been looking forward to the stars and the moon, but it was all in vain!？
Therefore, the so-called benefits for transmigrators were all lies!!!？
Bah, rumors, lies!
Most importantly, Fang Chen did not need to cultivate at all!？!
The Fang family was equivalent to the overlord of a Holy Land. They were the top dog of the entire Canglang Region in the northwest. On the surface, the number of people who dared to fight head-on with the Fang family could be counted with the tips of their toes.
It would take him a few thousand years to reach the Martial Honored Realm. To the Fang family, there was almost no difference between having a Martial Honored Realm and not having one.
Then, why would he spend thousands of years cultivating?
If the Fang family couldn't beat him, then he would just lie down and wait for death.
"Bastard, get out here! Today, your mother has returned to the Holy Land. Let's see who can save you today!”Suddenly, a square-faced middle-aged man barged into the room.
A mighty pressure swept out like a tidal wave, sealing the entire void.
In Canglang City, the Venerable Realm expert trembled in fear.
"You scared me to death. What has the Fang family been doing recently? A void seal in two days? Did he really think that saintly might was free? Looks like I'll have to find another place to cultivate."
"Calm down, calm down. Brother, you're new here, right? You'll get used to it."
"That's right. You won't be able to receive the baptism of saintly might often when you go to other places.”
What he said…did make sense?
The Venerable continued to cultivate in a daze…
Ever since the news of the baptism of saintly might broke out in Surging Waves City 18 years ago, the number of Venerable experts who came upon hearing the news had exceeded two digits.
Now…except for some who were in seclusion and did not care about the world, almost all the Supremacies in the entire Canglang Region had come to Canglang City to cultivate.
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Meanwhile, in the Fang family, Fang Chensheng stood in front of the talent stone in despair.
His mother had been the Holy Maiden of the Nine Suns Holy Land and was extremely talented. Of course…she had fun when she was young and was unwilling to cultivate. In the end, she was forced to cultivate by the entire sect.
Then, he suppressed half an era until his father was born.
Cough cough…Then, his mother was suppressed.
However, forced cultivation had become a shadow in his mother's life.
Therefore, this was the protective umbrella that allowed him to stay idle until now. Unfortunately, his mother had returned to the Holy Land today.
"Everything in the world is psychic, but why…why is it that only mom understands me?”
Fang Chen sighed and looked at the elders. They were all inhumane!
Being a salted fish was the way of life!
However, the elders were already used to it. Their faces were calm and without any fluctuations. They even wanted to laugh in their hearts.
After today's talent test, I'll force myself to cultivate. When the time comes... hehehe.
The various elders sneered in their hearts. Who asked you to be so naughty? You couldn't beat him when you were young, but you didn't dare to beat him when you grew up. If you followed them to cultivate, what was wrong with beating him twice as a preacher?
They had wanted to beat up this tough little bastard for a long time. After all…everyone remembered what happened back then.
What did he mean by stealing Second Elder's pills today, trampling on Third Elder's herbal field tomorrow, and stealing Third Elder's newly forged sword the day after tomorrow?
Fang Yu took a step forward and glared at Fang Chen."Test, it's an accident."
Of course, Fang Chen chose to compromise. In front of this group of Saints led by his father, if it was anyone else, they would have been slapped to death.
"Tsk tsk tsk, dad, don't be anxious.”
As he spoke, Fang Chen placed his hand on the Talent Stone and injected spiritual energy into it.
Even if he hadn't cultivated in the past few years, his strength was almost at the Martial Marquis Realm.
After all, spirit herbs and Golden Cores... he would break through as he ate them.
"No reaction?" All the elders were stunned, including Fang Yu.
Everyone was a little worried. If the heir of the Fang family had the same talent as ordinary people…Gasp! Everyone gasped.
Then, things were not good!
However, this was not right. This little brat had never cultivated before. He could reach the Martial Marquis Realm by eating pills. How could he be like an ordinary person? If it were an ordinary person, they would have exploded long ago.
However, one second passed…two seconds…three seconds.
"Patriarch, this is bad!" The Great Elder hurriedly transmitted his voice.”
Fang Yu's expression was gloomy, as if he had sensed a storm.
"Great Elder, you must not tell anyone about what happened today. Also, enter the first-grade ring…"
At this moment, the talent stone shone in all directions.
First Grade…Second Grade…Ninth Grade!!
" Rank-9!!?" Everyone was stunned. Three seconds ago, they thought that Fang Chen had no talent at all. Three seconds later, he actually became a ninth-grade talent? It was as if he had gone from hell to heaven in an instant.
A first-grade talent was useless. It was only several times stronger than an ordinary person's talent.
A third-grade talent was enough to dominate a region at the border.
With a sixth-grade talent, there was a chance for him to step into the ranks of the strong and become a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
With an eighth-grade talent, there was a chance for him to become a Venerable. He was qualified to establish a sect.
If a ninth-grade talent didn't die, he would definitely become a Venerable and a Saint.
Of course, this was only based on the possibility. After all, the list of blessings and opportunities was not included.
Everyone was delighted. With ninth-grade talent and the resources of the Fang family, it was very difficult to become a Saint. It was only a matter of thousands of years.
The various elders had already thought of how to teach him.
"That's not right. Patriarch, First Elder, look quickly. This talent stone is still growing!”The Sixth Elder exclaimed.
"Could…Could it be Di Grade?" A trace of shock flashed in the Second Elder's eyes. Imperial grade talent was rare even among the Holy Sons of various regions.
"No, not good, the talent stone is about to drop…"
The brilliance of the Talent Stone had already reached its limit and was getting brighter and brighter…It suddenly exploded.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A huge impact sounded in the Fang family's forbidden area.
"Weng weng weng!"
The void trembled slightly as the world changed. Shadows of the sun rose up in the world.
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