Chapter 58: Jiang Changkong, Time for a Ten-Pull

Watching Ying Yanxue wolf down several takeout meals.

Jiang Changkong fell into deep thought—both of his senior sisters were utterly abnormal.

One was a lesbian, the other a glutton with an enormous appetite.

Hundreds of yuan worth of takeout, all devoured by one person. If it weren’t for ordering cheap options, this meal would have cost several thousand.

After eating, Ying Yanxue was a completely different person from during the meal.

Her expression was cool, her gaze calm: “I’m going into seclusion to break through to the Star Sea. It’ll take a few days.”

“Alright, I won’t disturb you.”

Jiang Changkong nodded and said, “I have some matters to attend to and will stay away for a few days, so I won’t disturb Senior Sister Ziling either.”

Ying Yanxue nodded lightly: “Good. Once I reach the Star Sea, I’ll treat you to a feast.”

Jiang Changkong chuckled but said nothing.

Forget about treating me to a feast—I’m genuinely wondering if you’ve already eaten through your scholarship.

After bidding farewell to Ying Yanxue, Jiang Changkong checked his Star Stones. After a brief consideration, he kept only two top-tier Second Tier ones and extracted the rest.

He fully perfected Three Blades Without Trace and allocated the remaining energy to the Blazing Fire Technique, directly raising it to perfection.

His internal Star Power surged violently, and a scorching aura radiated from his body.

The Star Power automatically circulated along a certain pathway. To his surprise, Jiang Changkong discovered that the pathway differed slightly from the one recorded in the Blazing Fire Technique. Yet, this new pathway suited him better and was perfectly compatible with his three martial arts.

Limitless compatibility!

The martial arts learned by his Essence, Qi, and Spirit were infinitely compatible with him, making them the most suitable for him.

Thinking this way, it seemed he could part with techniques like the Bronze Skin Iron Bone Technique?

This was a cultivation method tailored for him. No matter how hard others trained, they could never match him!

Forget it, I’ll decide after returning from the Martial Market. If I can’t obtain Star Stones then, I can extort some.

Insights about the Blazing Fire Technique flooded his mind. The Mystical Fire Blade Technique and Mystical Fire Step felt as though he had practiced them for countless years, ingrained deep into his bones.

The four blade techniques flashed through his mind one by one. Star Power gathered in his palm, flames forming a blade—Flame Blade!

The next moment, a crimson blaze like a rainbow—Red Flame Blade!

The crimson blaze concealed golden flames—Mystical Fire Blade!

Finally, a dazzling golden blade radiating terrifying heat—Golden Flame Mystical Blade!

All four blade techniques had been mastered. With the Mystical Fire Step, golden flames ignited beneath his feet—Treading Fire to Travel!

Movement techniques, blade techniques, fist techniques, defense—his entire being was now flawless, with no weaknesses left.

However, the Star Power cultivated through the Blazing Fire Technique was not greater than that of any of his three martial arts.

The three martial arts had leveled up and could now be considered internal techniques.

Jiang Changkong: Star Cloud Peak

Low-Grade Mid-Tier Martial Arts:

Bronze Skin Iron Bone Technique: Perfected 64000/64000

Tai Chi Fist Scripture: Perfected 64000/64000

Three Blades Without Trace: Perfected 64000/64000

Blazing Fire Technique: Perfected 7321/64000

Essence, Qi, Spirit: 0

He went to find Teacher Chu Jun to receive a weapon before heading to the Martial Market.

Only Chu Jun was in the classroom office.

“Changkong, are you having issues with your cultivation?” Chu Jun asked with a light smile upon seeing him.

“Teacher, I’d like to receive a weapon. I want to practice the Mystical Fire Blade Technique,” Jiang Changkong said.

“I’ve had it ready for you for a while, just waiting for you to come. Your name, Changkong, is engraved on the blade,” Chu Jun said with a smile, taking a golden hilt from the drawer. “Infuse it with Star Power to use it. It’s top-tier Second Tier.”

“Thank you, Teacher.” Jiang Changkong stored the hilt and expressed his gratitude.

Infusing Star Power, the blade sprang out—straight and narrow, resembling a horizontal sword from his previous life, engraved with two characters: Changkong.

“No need to be polite with your teacher. This is what you deserve. Train well, and go on.” Chu Jun waved his hand.

Jiang Changkong took the hilt and left. Exiting the Martial Arts School, he headed to the station to buy a ticket.

There was a direct bus to Wu City, sparing him the need to search aimlessly.

It resembled the coaches from his past life, but this vehicle was exceptionally sturdy, forged from alloy that even a Nebula-level Star Demon couldn’t break.

After buying a ticket and boarding, the bus was packed with people, all dressed in black and masked.

Some wore animal masks, others large sunglasses.

They used various means to conceal themselves completely.

Only Jiang Changkong stood out, uncovered and dressed normally, which here was abnormal.

The entire bus stared at him curiously, but no one spoke.

Wu City attracted all kinds of people, especially those there for transactions, who preferred not to reveal their identities.

The goods traded were often illicit—some obtained through murder and robbery, others stolen.

After a brief, puzzled glance, the passengers lost interest.

Jiang Changkong paid no mind either, sitting in his seat and closing his eyes to rest.

He was there to complete the ten consecutive tasks, and he intended to do so openly.

The struggle for Starlight Meteorite Iron would involve the subordinates of six major figures. This time, he would test the waters to see how they planned to proceed.

The bus started, leaving the city and heading toward Wu City.

Outside the city, the earthen ground had long been compacted smooth and hard, allowing the bus to travel unimpeded.

Jiang Changkong gazed out the window. This direction differed from his previous trips outside the city—it was the northern route.

Over an hour later, amidst dense overgrowth, a cluster of stone and wooden huts came into view.

The group disembarked and headed toward those structures—this was Wu City.

Upon entering, a street of vendors greeted them, stalls displaying all manner of items.

There were potions, weapons, and even maps.

Jiang Changkong even spotted battle armor for sale here.

The potions lacked Essence, so he immediately lost interest.

The streets were crowded, especially with the influx from their bus, making them packed to the brim.

What surprised him even more was that the weakest among the visitors here were at peak stellar qi.

There were also plenty of Star Cloud Level practitioners, and he saw many at Star Cloud Peak.

Without exception, all were masked, concealing their identities.

Jiang Changkong pushed through the crowd toward the martial arts arena.

He had no interest in the items on the stalls, nor the money to buy them.

“Make way, make way.”

Jiang Changkong struggled through the throng, taking a quarter of an hour to reach the arena.

The arena was surrounded by a dense crowd. At its edge stood an un masked middle-aged man in blue robes, his aura profound and unfathomable.

The rest of the onlookers were nebula martial artists, many at Star Cloud Peak.

On the arena, two people in black clothes in tattered clothes, with numbers “Two” and “Five” pinned to their chests, had just finished their match.

“Number Two, seven consecutive wins, awarded the prize money from Number Five’s match,” the blue-robed man announced loudly. “Do you wish to continue the challenge?”

Number Five descended dejectedly, while Number Two leaned on his sword for support. “That’s all for today.”

“Ah, it’s over already?”

The spectators sighed, missing an opportunity.

With seven consecutive wins, Number Two must be exhausted—a perfect chance to seize an easy victory. Unfortunately, he chose not to continue.

The man in green nodded, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding crowd. “Next, who will step forward?”

“I will.”

“I’ll go.” The crowd surged, each person clamoring to take the stage.

Jiang Changkong grew anxious. If things continued like this, someone else would step up before he could even push his way through.

With so many people, when would it ever be his turn?

An idea struck him.

Jiang Changkong released a scorching aura, the peak of Star Cloud: “Martial Arts School, Jiang Changkong, here for the ten-match challenge!”

The crowd was startled, turning to look at Jiang Changkong.

“Huh, here for the ten-match challenge?”

“Haven’t the Martial Arts School lost enough already?”

“Ten top students came before. Though they were strong, the furthest any of them got was nine wins.”

The onlookers were stunned, never expecting this guy to come for the ten-match challenge.

The man in green narrowed his eyes. Ten matches—the Martial Arts School had already failed ten times, yet here was another challenger.

The second contender, who had just stepped down, also stared at Jiang Changkong in shock, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.

Seizing the moment of surprise, Jiang Changkong strode forward, approaching the man in green. He took out two Star Stones and said, “Registration fee, and funds for the duel.”