177: Playing with swords in front of me?

He closed his eyes and began to concentrate on fantasizing.

"Create skill 'Immune to Wen Tian Sword Intent', costs 500,000 Fantasy Energy."

Seeing this number, Ling Feitian's pupils contracted, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood—what?

Five hundred thousand Fantasy Energy?

He had bought so many items, leveled up to 50, and spent so many resources, only for one skill to burn through half of his inventory?

This was too exaggerated; even opening a hidden profession didn't use this many resources!

This so-called Wen Tian Sword Intent actually required so much energy?

However, despite the astonishing amount, Ling Feitian gritted his teeth and directly invested 500,000 Fantasy Energy.

For no other reason than this price, it could only be said that the white-haired man's "Wen Tian Sword Intent" was simply absurdly powerful.

"Let's get another displacement skill, so I don't get cornered..."

"Create skill: 'Phantom Steps', costs 30,000 Fantasy Energy."

Ling Feitian created five new skills in one go, spending his remaining Fantasy Energy until only 83,690 points were left.

Looking at the new skills shimmering in his skill bar, he nodded in satisfaction:

"Now, it's time to settle the score with that white-haired guy."

He opened the map, and the system immediately marked a red dot—that was the white-haired man's location, within the Abyssal Rift.

He had spent 10,000 Fantasy Energy specifically to lock onto that guy.

"Hiding there to farm experience? Just as I wanted. Let me show you what a true 'cheating player' is."

Just as Ling Feitian was about to move, his phone suddenly vibrated.

Although he had just crushed one, he had several more in his inventory.

The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number.

"Hello?" Ling Feitian answered with a hint of impatience.

"You're Ling Feitian, right?" A cold female voice came from the other end of the line,

"I'm 'Big Happy Little Strawberry'. You had a lot of fun cursing in the live stream just now, didn't you?"

Ling Feitian raised an eyebrow: "What, you're not convinced?"

"Heh heh, I've already found your address." The woman's tone carried deep resentment,

"Wait for a lawyer's letter. The internet is not outside the law!"

"Whatever."

Ling Feitian hung up directly and blacklisted the number.

He was ridiculously strong now; why would he care about a lawyer's letter?

However, this little interlude did remind him of something.

The impact of that live stream outburst was still fermenting.

He opened the system log and found that Fantasy Energy was still continuously increasing, although not much per entry, it was a steady stream:

"From Netizen A's Anger +2"

"From Netizen B's Shock +1"

"From Big Happy Little Strawberry's Resentment +20"...

"It seems that online trolling is indeed a sustainable side hustle."

Ling Feitian's lips curled into a smile, and he made a mental note of this discovery. After he dealt with the white-haired guy, he would properly develop this 'business'.

He did a final check of his equipment and skills, and after confirming nothing was overlooked, he dashed towards the Abyssal Rift.

...

Meanwhile, on the seventh floor of the Abyss.

Wen Tian Sword Master stood amidst a pile of monster corpses, his silver-white long hair swaying without wind.

The long sword in his hand glowed with a faint blue light, and the two characters "asking-the-heavens" engraved on its blade emitted a subtle halo.

This weapon was dropped when he killed a monster before, and he had slightly modified it later.

"Killed Abyssal Lord, Experience +50000"

"Congratulations on leveling up! Current Level: 35"

"Thirty-five levels..."

Wen Tian Sword Master frowned slightly,

"My strength has at least increased severalfold compared to before. Does this world not fear the collapse of its rules?"

He truly didn't understand this method of rapidly gaining experience.

If this were their former Tianwu World, doing this for a hundred years would have long caused the world to collapse due to chaotic rules.

And with the spiritual energy so thin in this world, how many more years can it last?

He didn't know the answer to this question, but even if he didn't understand, he couldn't miss out on the benefits.

Even if he couldn't return to his peak state from his previous life, he should at least recover to one-tenth of his former strength.

According to this world's leveling system, he probably needed to train to level one thousand to barely exert one-tenth of his previous life's strength.

But the problem was, the monsters on the first three floors of the Abyss gave too little experience, and Abyssal Lords like the one just now—they had already been killed by others.

In this world's terms, they hadn't refreshed yet.

He had to wait a few days.

"It seems I can only go deeper to explore," he muttered to himself.

Just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly felt as if he was locked onto by something.

That feeling was ethereal, but with his powerful perception, Wen Tian Sword Master still sensed someone secretly observing him.

He frowned, his silver hair gently fluttering again.

Slowly, he looked up, his gaze piercing through the darkness of the Abyss like a sharp sword:

"Who? Come out."

As soon as his voice fell, a figure stepped out from the void.

The newcomer was clad in dark golden battle armor, with seven differently shaped light blades suspended behind him, each emitting unsettling energy fluctuations.

"White-hair, we meet again."

Ling Feitian's voice, filtered by the battle armor, carried a metallic quality.

A hint of surprise flashed in Wen Tian Sword Master's eyes:

"It's you? That... little ant who peed?"

Wen Tian Sword Master looked surprised.

He remembered sending this guy to his death with one sword strike last time.

"Hahahaha!"

Ling Feitian suddenly burst into laughter, his battle armor's visor automatically retracted, revealing a ferocious face,

"To get revenge on you, I really went all out!"

Wen Tian Sword Master noticed that the opponent's level had actually soared to 50, and the energy fluctuations emanating from him were also very strange.

He calmly tightened his grip on the Wen Tian Sword in his hand:

"Interesting, it seems you also got some great opportunity, but..."

His tone was slightly disdainful, "You look like you just got lucky and picked up a treasure."

"Lucky?" Ling Feitian grinned, slowly raised his right hand, and a hint of madness flashed in his eyes,

"Then I'll show you what true cheating power is."

"Fantasy Manifestation · Heaven and Earth Net!"

In an instant, countless golden chains shot out from the void, each engraved with profound runes, looking like they were not to be trifled with.

This was a confinement skill Ling Feitian specifically created with 300,000 Fantasy Energy, designed to counter all kinds of flashy movement techniques and sword qi.

Wen Tian Sword Master's pupils constricted, and his figure instantly transformed into nine afterimages, attempting to dodge.

But the chains seemed to have a built-in tracking system, precisely pursuing each shadow.

"It's useless!" Ling Feitian laughed wildly,

"This move is specifically designed to deal with people like you who rely on speed and sword qi!"

"Clang—"

The Wen Tian Sword was drawn for the first time, and a brilliant blue sword light swept out, but it was completely swallowed the moment it touched the chains!

System message: "Immune to Wen Tian Sword Intent" is in effect...

"How is this possible?!"

The usually calm Wen Tian Sword Master's expression finally changed.

He could feel that the power contained within these chains was actually targeting his sword dao!

"Surprised?" Ling Feitian formed a hand seal, a smirk on his lips,

"The best is yet to come!"

"Fantasy Manifestation · Myriad Swords Return to Origin!"