Chapter 13: I Have Arrived, I Conquer (First Update)

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  "The heavens, how does this little girl still have a conscience? By all accounts, shouldn't she be chopping people down in anger?" Shen Cong lamented silently, then gazed at Li Liting with an even more brazen and unscrupulous look, almost as if he was about to strip her clothes off. However, this move couldn't be made, or else Shen Cong would have to bear not only Li Liting's wrath, but also the wrath of their sect's elders, a fire that Shen Cong could not withstand.

  The thunderball disappeared in Shen Cong's desperate gaze, although Shen Cong had already stared at Li Liting with red eyes, but the thunder in his hand did not come over, and what came was a fireball.

  "Bang!"

  The training room made a dull sound, and Shen Cong left his original position. Shen Cong wanted to be struck by lightning, although it was suspected of self-abuse, but it didn't mean that Shen Cong was really a masochist. Just like earlier when Shen Cong stared at Li Liting's slender body all the time, but Shen Cong would never admit that he was a pervert, even though Li Liting's figure did make people have improper thoughts, Shen Cong thought he definitely wasn't a pervert.

  "Little kid, go die!" The technique arrived first, the curse came later. It can be imagined how high Li Liting's technique level is, but Shen Cong was not bad either. Although he was still inferior to Li Liting, it was not to the point where he couldn't even dodge these small techniques.

  Continuously dodging several techniques, it seemed that Li Liting had no intention of using the Thunder Palm to blast herself. Shen Cong finally lost hope. With a sorrowful gaze at Li Liting, Shen Cong disappeared into the training room.

  Shen Conglin's glance made Li Liting shudder, but constrained by the shackles of the practice room, Li Liting's strength was affected and she could only watch as that despicable lecher escaped. "You wait for me, next time we meet, I'll definitely dig out your thieving eyes!"

  Li Liting said with a huff, accompanied by the continuous trembling of the waves in front of her, and He Wei's eyes widened in shock. However, he was immediately discovered by Li Liting. Having been stared at by Shen Cong for too long, especially this key area which had not stopped for a moment, made Li Liting extremely sensitive.

  "Ah!"

  A shrill cry echoed through the practice room as Huo Wei's voice rose, his eyes not following the rules, and he had to suffer a bit.

  Escaping from the training room, Shen Zong looked somewhat helpless. In the end, he was about to succeed, but such an accident occurred unexpectedly. However, now that he has remembered Li Liting's appearance, after becoming an inner door disciple, Shen Zong will really go find Li Liting.

  After all, a young and skilled cultivator like this is really hard to find. At the beginning, Shen's worst plan was to let those fifth-grade cultivators take a lightning strike. After all, normally only fifth-grade cultivators would come into contact with thunder methods, and even then, it would be cultivators with very good talent who could touch them.

  It's hard to find a cultivator like Li Liting who can master the Thunder Method at the late stage of the third level. Now that the computer is out of power, Shen Cong is about to die of hunger, and Li Liting can satisfy himself there, how could Shen Cong let go of Li Liting? In his heart, Shen Cong silently shouted "guilty", but in fact, he was thinking about how to tease Li Liting and make her scold him.

  However, today's provocation was not successful, and it's not the worst result. After all, the big comparison is tomorrow. Although Shen Cong has confidence that even if he gets hit by a thunderbolt, he won't die, and it won't affect his entry into the inner door, but he will still get hurt, making it easy to introduce some variables. Now that there's a spare charger, the worst result is gone, and Shen Cong's heart is also relieved, fully relaxing mentally, and unexpectedly letting his mood grow slightly, with the true energy in his body becoming somewhat restless.

  But this is not surprising, the computer's function has now become Shen Cong's hope for revenge and even survival. Death is a terrifying thing, with such great pressure on Shen Cong, it can be imagined how much burden he needs to bear. Now that the burden is lifted, Shen Cong is naturally happy, and his improved mood is also reasonable.

  The computer has only unlocked two functions so far, and there are definitely other functions, but they are all sealed. To unseal them, Shen Zong speculates that more power may be needed, or even higher-level power, such as pure natural lightning without pollution. Perhaps a bolt of lightning will come down, and the seal can be lifted by half, but it's unlikely that there will be another person like Shen Zong between heaven and earth.

  Returned to his own broken hut to rest for a while, a night without words, Shen Cong slept very soundly and appeared in the sect's market with great energy the next day. Today's market seems a bit lively, but most of them are outer disciples walking around and trading.

  Tomorrow is the big match outside the gate, and the disciples are sharpening their swords at the last minute. Although many things have been prepared, it can't stop them from wandering around the market with the thought that they might encounter something good, and who knows, maybe these things will be useful for tomorrow's match. With this in mind, the market seems particularly prosperous, with various vendors' calls and haggling sounds mixed together.

  Shen Cong doesn't need much, after all, he has prepared everything that needs to be prepared, and his state is at its peak. Shen Cong doesn't have anything to worry about. However, today in Fang City, Shen Cong indeed has something to buy, and once he buys it, he will leave immediately without wasting his time lingering around.

  "How much for this flying knife?" Shen Cong asked the stall owner as he walked up to a stall.

  The stall owner sized Shen Cong up and down, especially at the somewhat exaggerated large knife on his back, and a hint of unusual color appeared in his eyes. "Top-quality Flying Swallow Knife, absolutely sharp, stabbing will result in half a bowl of blood, thirty taels."

  Shen Cong smiled silently, "Three Two, I want ten."

  "This brother of mine, you're still haggling without following the rules, how can you be so ruthless."

  "It's you who is being too ruthless, if you don't sell, I'll go somewhere else to buy, there are many places that still sell this kind of flying knife." Shen shook his head, the stall owner probably recognized him, after all, Yan Qing was very good at promoting himself, and the dragon bird knife on his back was also easy to identify.

  When Shen Cong was a big head to slaughter, but Shen Cong was not a big head, nor would he let others slaughter him. He slaughtered others quite well, and the dragon bird knife went down with one knife, which was very good for chopping.

  The stall owner had no choice but to settle on a price of five taels per dagger. This price was still reasonable, so Shen Cong bought ten and put them on his body. As a warrior, he lacked skills in long-range attacks, especially since Shen Cong's cultivation level was not high, making it even more necessary for him to buy several flying daggers.

  He bought some emergency wound medicine in another place, and Shen Cong left the town to a secluded place with no one around. He took the Long Que knife from his back and held it in his hand. Shen Cong had not learned any knife skills, mainly because time was tight and he couldn't learn them all, but he still knew some basic chopping moves.

  Using the Long Que knife, Shen Cong's hidden abilities on his body are not just about using the knife as his strongest means, otherwise if he accidentally loses the knife, wouldn't Shen Cong become weakened by half? However, with Shen Cong's inhuman strength, even the simplest knife moves have immense power when used.

  If Shen Cong were to be cut by a single knife, cultivators of the same level would definitely be cut in two, while martial artists would fare slightly better and not be cut in two, but death would still be inevitable. Only those who specialize in body refinement and have higher cultivation than Shen Cong could escape unscathed.

  The knife wind howled in the forest, and after a few days of training in the desolate mountain range, Shen Cong had a hint of murderous aura. When using his knife skills, he could even see some fierce and ruthless energy. If those cultivators who had never seen blood were to face Shen Cong, they would probably be terrified before the fight even began.

  The massive Dragon Bird Knife in Shen Cong's hand seemed as light as nothing, able to take care of any angle and withstand anywhere, just like using a small wooden stick. Suddenly, the light Dragon Bird Knife became heavy, the whistling sound bursting out of the air was even more exaggerated, as if it wanted to burst the air.

  The blade of the Longyan knife fell onto a nearby boulder, and the boulder was cut in half like tofu. Moreover, the two halves of the stone immediately exploded, and the debris shot out in all directions, hitting Shen Cong's body with a loud slapping sound.

  With all his might, he infused the true energy into the Long Que knife, and the weight of the Long Que knife increased greatly, while its power was elevated to a new height. Among the outer door disciples, except for a few, others would be killed if they were chopped by it. Shen Cong sheathed his sword and stood up, gazing at the scenery below the mountain, a heroic sentiment arose spontaneously.

  The next day, Qin Wu got up early and woke up Shen Cong. His mood was more excited than Shen Cong's. The reason for the excitement was not because Shen Cong participated in the competition. In Qin Wu's view, Shen Cong was just going to make up the numbers this time, and the best result was to return safely. If there were any expectations, it would be that Shen Cong could gain some experience, so that next year, the two of them might have a chance.

  Qin Wu felt that Shen Cong had not done anything reliable recently. First, he practiced a rotten street book, and all cultivators would go to despise the health classic. Then, he participated in the outer gate competition, and finally, he bought back such a big knife.

  That knife, to say nothing of its size, was so heavy that it startled Qin Wu. When he tried to infuse his true energy into it, the weight became even more exaggerated, and Qin Wu was left speechless. He repeatedly advised Shen Cong not to bring this knife to the competition, but Shen Cong just smiled and shook his head, making Qin Wu want to pry open Shen Cong's skull to see what he was thinking.

  "If you really want to participate, next year is actually our chance, and you're not unaware that many people are waiting for the opportunity to teach you a lesson in the competition, at that time it's likely..." Qin Wu trailed off.

  "You don't understand." Shen Cong said with a pretentious tone.

  "How can I not understand!" Qin Wu was dissatisfied.

  "I have arrived, I conquer!"

  "You're showing off, and you've gone too far." These words were from Shen Congjiao, and today Qin Wu happened to use them, making Shen Cong feel a wave of helplessness. From now on, he must never teach Qin Wu those messy phrases again.

  Qin Wu was truly excited today, he would meet his idol, who was also an outer disciple, not only strong but also popular, sometimes even Shen Cong had to admit that the kid was a true master of pretending to be a high-handed person.