This Earth Is A Bit Fearsome

Ling Huang prepared a luxurious guest room for Lu Xuan. Clean and minimalist, yet it was clear that the furniture was steeply-priced.

 None of that, of course, mattered that much to Lu Xuan. He took a glance in the room and called up a formation blueprint into mind. He rearranged some of the furniture, and a simple formation took form at once.

 It worked considerably better than the spiritual formation back in his house, for the manor was already capable of gathering spiritual energy upon the guidance of the Fengshui Master. Building upon that foundation, Lu Xuan further funneled the collected energies into this one spot, and so it was only natural for it to be far more powerful.

 “It is not enough to only have enough for self-protection. I must achieve freedom and great ease!”

 Lu Xuan murmured to himself.

 Right after, he retrieved the 300-year-old King of Ginseng from the wooden box. While its potency was far worse than what he could have refined through Pill Refinement, it was more than enough for Lu Xuan at his current state.

 It was time that he took his cultivation seriously!

 With the protection of the Shield of Vigor, he wouldn’t need to fear anything, not even the aim or a shot by a sniper.

 To a regular martial arts legend, so long as they were not hit at close distances by a sniping gun, the bullets could not pierce their Shield of Vigor.

 Whereas what Lu Xuan had was fa more terrifying. The thickness of his Shield of Vigor was at least several times thicker than that other martial arts legends, and even if he was shot at close range by a sniping gun with a large barrel, they could only dream of breaking his Shield of Vigor.

 1They might require something like a direct hit by a missile of sorts if they wanted a chance at injuring him severely.

 However, with his speed, he could escape the battlefield at high speed even if it were raining missiles.

 At this point, he could hardly be considered human anymore. In ancient times, people would call those like him a Mortal God.

 Even if the rulers of the dynasties would need to revere him, and treat him with the utmost respect befitting for a Mortal God.

 1Modern-day methods proved to be much crushing than ancient times, though. If they could manage to trap such a powerhouse in a small, narrow space, then bombard the area endlessly with heavy weaponry, they could still kill a martial arts legend.

 However, the problem was that it was impossible to trap such a powerhouse in a small, narrow area.

 When Lu Xuan has not yet reached level six, his senses were keen enough to detect the assassination attempt by a Gun King.

 Now, he had transformed from skin to bone, emerging less human and more like a celestial being.

 Trying to kill a person like that was not that easy. The price to pay was so exorbitant that it would deter most from even trying, stopping them in their tracks.

 Only at this point of cultivation did Lu Xuan had a preliminary grasp at the notion of great freedom and great ease. As long as he wished, even the country would have to leave him alone if he made no trouble, keeping a good distance in quiet observance.

 1On the table, a third of the King of Ginseng was still left after Lu Xuan finished eating, of which he kept away.

 Such was one of the conveniences of modern cultivation. If it were back to the feudal times, it might take Lu Xuan over a decade to even find a King of Ginseng over 300 years old.

 Now, it was at least ten times easier to obtain resources. Similarly, the number of masters all around also increased tenfold.

 Lu Xuan took a took at the time. Seeing that the day has broken, he immediately made his way out.

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