Paradise of demons and gods[En]

Chapter 9 Struggle

Seeking revenge would require immense power.

For Fang Xingjian, the optimal way to obtain tremendous power was studying sword arts.

And he had already thought of a way to study it in the Miracle World.

In this world, one’s personal growth in the martial arts domain far surpassed that of the people on Earth. Even the strongest of the current Five Great Clans in Demonic City had relied on an enormous amount of resources from the Other World get to where they were.

Fang Xingjian must have been brought to the Miracle World by sea after he had been kidnapped by Caroline. The time that he spent on his recovery had not been wasted. He had pried information regarding this world from the old man, and found that most of it confirmed what he had previously learned in Demonic City.

In this world, one was accustomed to levels, attributes and techniques. These were thought to be as natural as the sky, the sun, or gravity.

Although he had heard rumors about the Other World many times back in Demonic City, it was Fang Xingjian’s first time actually being here.

According to the old man, they were currently on a colossal continent, near the western coastline of Sinkodati, which was the biggest of the six countries on this continent.

‘However, according to the internal government of Demonic City, out of the six countries Earth is only in contact with Uranlis. The remaining five are unfamiliar with Earth to such an extent that they are probably unaware that Uranlis has already teamed up with forces from another world.’

Fang Xingjian thought to himself, ‘This seems to be congruent with what I’ve fished out from the old man. Ordinary people are clueless that their world is slowly being invaded by outsiders.

‘The only question is, how deep the alliance between Uranlis and Earth actually is…’

“Hey.”

Fang Xingjian turned around to see the old man regarding him indifferently. He was holding a sword covered in dust, stains, and grease. It looked much like a poker for the fireplace. One which had been lying in the house for a very long time.

As Fang Xingjian turned around, the old man flung the longsword at him.

Clang!

Fang Xingjian unsheathed the sword. It lacked luster and did not exude a sinister chill. It was simply a common western single-handed sword, about 1.2 meters in length and three fingers in width. The blade was marked by nicks left behind by countless battles.

“You rascal! How dare you train everyday with such serious injuries? Are you thinking of going back for revenge? To have left you in such a terrible state… It couldn’t have been an easy opponent.”

Fang Xingjian did not reply to the old man’s question.

Shaking his head, the old man said, “This is a sword I’ve kept from my days in the army. Take it. I have no use for it.”

“Thank you.” Fang Xingjian sincerely looked at the old man.

With that, he sheathed the longsword and walked towards the door.

“Where are you planning to go?”

“North, to Kirst. I hear that there are many institutions there training warriors and teaching skills,” replied Fang Xingjian. It was the nearest big city to the fishing village. He was planning on looking for opportunities, gathering information, and finding places where he could learn sword arts.

Fang Xingjian believed that in a world where one possessed attributes, skills, and the ability to gain strength through training, there would certainly be communities similar to clans or unions, where the strongest were nurtured.