From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

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Whoosh—

The halo above Little Qianye's head suddenly began to shrink.

In the Chaotic World, Fang Ren felt his brain go blank for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the classroom.

"Hei-ha hei-ha..."

Little Qianye's voice sounded extremely exhausted as it jumped down from above Fang Ren's head, its entire round face looking ready to fall asleep.

Fang Ren hurriedly caught it in the palm of his hand, but just as he had grasped Little Qianye, the little fellow spun around in his palm like a drunkard, and finally lay down and fell asleep.

"It seems that taking me to that world is quite strenuous for you," Fang Ren said as he stroked its head, deeply moved.

This time he didn't put Little Qianye back in his pocket, but instead sent it directly back into his body. As a Spirit Form, it should be nourished by the Spiritual Root; sleeping and resting outside like this was not a long-term solution.

After sending Little Qianye back to the Spiritual Root, Fang Ren looked at the table in front of him, where two fruits from the huge tree were lying.

He remembered that these two fruits should be in his palm; how did they end up on the table?

Fang Ren used his Divine Sense to probe Little Qianye, recalling the scene when Little Qianye had picked the red fruit for him. He then developed a theory.

Perhaps he couldn't bring the fruits from that world back by himself, and only the small halo above Little Qianye's head had the power to transport each fruit back.

After observing the two fruits for a while, Fang Ren first put the purple fruit into his Space Ring. It really was just like a macadamia nut—hard in shape, a bit warm, but seemingly nothing more.

Yet, it was the method that could start Liu Qianqian's cultivation journey, so it must be something very special.

Picking up the white fruit, Fang Ren observed it carefully several times. Its appearance was far more special than the purple macadamia nut.

The white fruit not only radiated light from above, but if you looked closely at each of the small holes on it, you could see very tiny images spinning quickly within them, although Fang Ren couldn't make out what the images were because they moved too fast.

"Better just eat it and see, it is, after all, an opportunity I blindly stumbled upon," he thought

With that thought, Fang Ren tossed the white fruit into his mouth.

Crunch—

The fruit had no particular taste, and unlike the "Nine Techniques of Lethal Combat" fruit, which melted as soon as it touched the mouth, this fruit was crunchy and when swallowed, didn't cause any abnormal reactions in his stomach.

No more than three seconds had passed since he swallowed the whole white fruit.

Hum—

His entire brain shook; a massive humming noise kept reverberating in his consciousness, like a dazzling meteor streaking past at high speed, like a sword breaking through mountains and rivers, unstoppable, like the birth and death of all things, profoundly impacting the heart.

After a long while, the humming noise completely disappeared from Fang Ren's mind.

He sat there with a blank stare, and then shook his head vigorously. Even though the humming had stopped, he still struggled to feel the presence of his five senses.

"All Martial Arts to the Extreme, the peak realm..."

Fang Ren plopped down onto his seat, his brain aching terribly. This state felt as though his senses had been stripped away from him: he couldn't smell, hear, touch... it was extremely uncomfortable.

After lying in his seat for a long time and gradually regaining some sensation in his body, his vacant and lifeless eyes still showed no sign of returning to normal.

At that moment, Fang Ren's vision of the world was blurred; he couldn't see anything clearly, seeing only a mix of this color and that, all the colors blended together like a palette of paints spilled by an art student.

"My eyes haven't disappeared?"

Fang Ren touched his eyes, feeling the actual presence of his eyeballs, and heaved a sigh of relief.

The white fruit he had eaten wasn't a cultivation technique, but what the Spiritual Root defined as a "heart method." This heart method was called "All Martial Arts to the Extreme," a special spell that allowed the user to master a wide variety of weapons and reach the peak realm in the way of weapons.

Fang Ren didn't understand what a heart method was, but it seemed to differ from the cultivation technique in that cultivation techniques need to be practiced, whereas this did not.

The so-called peak of all martial arts seemed to have taken root directly in Fang Ren's consciousness, with all sorts of information, perceptual power, control, and even tricks Fang Ren had never encountered before... They all appeared innate in his brain like they had always been there.

However, Fang Ren realized after eating the fruit that with the attainment of this peak realm of all martial arts, he was supposed to completely lose his vision, because the fruit contained something called "mind's eye" which could evolve the way of all weapons once again.

To gain the mind's eye, one must give up the flesh eyes.

After pausing for a while, Fang Ren began to close his eyes to feel everything around him.

Hum—

In an instant, everything within a ten-meter radius around his body appeared in his brain like a picture. What he could see was no longer just what was in front of his eyes.

This so-called "mind's eye" felt like a divine sense that was incredibly powerful yet had a smaller scope; it was countless times more potent than the divine sense in conveying information, but its range was extremely limited.

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Fang Ren rose to his feet, broke off a leg from a stool, and turned to leave the classroom, heading for the rooftop of the teaching building.

"The so-called summit-seizing state... all things can be weapons..."

Fang Ren suddenly adopted a slight squatting posture, eyes steadily closed. His surroundings were a gray world, yet they perfectly outlined the prototype of every object.

His palm gently held the wooden leg of the stool without circulating True Qi within his body, and he didn't exert much physical strength either; his whole body remained relaxed.

"Slash!"

Suddenly, Fang Ren swept the leg of the stool horizontally in his hand.

Bang—

The air around him burst open as if detonated, an invisible force cutting through the air, flying continuously towards the distant horizon. This unseen force was ten meters wide, incredibly sharp, resembling the essence of a sword's strike.

The floor tiles under his feet had cracked under an invisible pressure, marked with spirals of destruction as though sliced by a tornado-shaped blade. Yet his legs were still relaxed and slightly bent, without exerting much force.

Fang Ren lowered his head, eyes still closed, looking at the stool leg in his palm. He had not used a trace of True Qi just now, and the force in his arm didn't even reach thirty pounds, but the power unleashed had already exceeded a thousand pounds.

However, that wasn't the point. The point was that a leg of a stool made of wood could wield an invisible force that was hardly distinguishable from the essence of a sword.

The so-called summit-seizing state is exactly that: all things can become weapons.

According to this method, even if he grabbed a handful of air, he could wield the power of all weapons.

"Who needs weapons... just using the air as a weapon will do."

Fang Ren looked bewildered.

Tap, tap, tap…

The wooden stool leg in his hand suddenly turned into dust, scattering in the air. He still couldn't fully control this force; the power he had used was still too great, exceeding the wood's endurance.

As the method described, he could completely ensure that the wood remained unscathed while unleashing attacks of this magnitude.

He then took out the Silver Battle Sickle that Mu Huanqing had given him from his Space Ring.

This time, the sickle felt weightless in his hands, and he could flip it rapidly with just a casual flick of his fingers.

Moreover, his understanding of this weapon had exceeded his previous knowledge; it felt as though he held masterful insight into every offensive and defensive move it could make.

"Let's give it a try."

He placed the head of the sickle on the ground, its blade pointing skyward.

Swipe—

Fang Ren suddenly flung the sickle into the sky, and a silver wave of light soared into the heavens, a hundred feet tall and gone in a flash. It was too fast for even his Divine Sense to catch.

On the rooftop of the classroom building, a layer of the flooring had been neatly severed as if by some high-tech precision cutter, with a very smooth fracture and not a single excess fragment.

"This cultivation technique is a bit too strong. Right now, I've only used a tiny amount of force and haven't even used True Qi, nor have I activated the Nine Techniques of Lethal Combat, yet I can already deliver destruction beyond the capabilities of my current realm..."

After putting away the sickle, Fang Ren looked at the floor tiles his casual swings had destroyed, feeling extremely excited yet somewhat distressed.

It was time to "confess" to Liu Qianqian again.

"It's a pity that my eyes seem completely done for. How am I going to see my beloved Qing'er on the bed in the future… cough cough!"

Fang Ren shook his head helplessly and began to open his eyes.

But when he opened his eyes this time, he was stunned. He saw that everything in front of him had returned to normal, without the previous mix of colors, and he could clearly see all the objects around him.

He got a shock and quickly closed his eyes again to activate his mind's eye, which was still intact.

"What's going on? Wasn't I supposed to lose my eyesight?"

Filled with confusion, Fang Ren started to walk downstairs. Halfway through, he suddenly remembered his Asura nature, how his body could rapidly repair any damage.

He thought this might well be the reason.

But the Asura's self-healing abilities didn't cover everything, such as the heart; if that was destroyed, he would die outright with no chance of recovery.

However, Fang Ren remembered that while in the Asura path, even if his brain was damaged, it seemed to repair itself while retaining consciousness.

He wondered what it would be like in reality.