World's Best Martial Artist 426 Just A Teeny Bit More To Recover

In the cultivation room, Fang Ping solemnly watched his flesh recover. 

If he wanted to reconstruct his meridians, this would be the perfect chance to do it. 

However, Old Man Li did not reconstruct his meridians when he constructed his golden body back then.

Fang Ping clenched his teeth. He would not reconstruct it!

At this stage, it was useless to reconstruct his meridians. If Old Man Li could operate his Vitality Force via his body cells, he could do it too.

Seconds later, Fang Ping absorbed huge amounts of imperishable substances directly, regenerating his flesh completely. 

Outside the room, the Grandmasters' expression changed slightly. Wu Kuishan looked indifferent; Old Man Li frowned slightly.

Fang Ping did not reconstruct his meridians.

…

"His flesh has been restored!"

At this time and moment, Fang Ping was no longer a skeleton. Instead, he had returned to his normal state. 

However, the golden bones in his body continued to jolt his flesh. The flesh that had just recovered was still not strong enough to support his golden bones' force.

Fang Ping frowned. He continued absorbing the golden imperishable substances. He also repeatedly absorbed massive amounts of energy into his body.

Outside the room, Wu Kuishan hesitated no more. He took out a crystal bottle and poured the entire bottle of Energy Essence inside straightaway. 

The Rank-8s' breathing went rapid. Motherf*cker. How wasteful!

There was no boundary to MCMAU's wastefulness.

In order to help Fang Ping reconstruct his flesh, they felt sorry for the price MCMAU had to pay.

One of the Rank-8s who was not involved said in a soft voice, "Vice-chancellor, the university values Fang Ping highly indeed…"

Wu Kuishan smiled indifferently, saying, "That's his own money."

They were slightly taken aback. Wu Kuishan gave no explanation. This was a wealthy kid. Even the university owed him a great deal of money.

…

When the Life Essence's energy poured into the cultivation room, Fang Ping absorbed it frantically.

The mild and pure Life Essence combined with the imperishable substances had started to stabilize his flesh.

Fang Ping released a faint sigh of relief, yet he dared not relax. He was starting to lose interest in absorbing the energy stones' energy in the room. It wasted too much time as he had to absorb and convert it.

In the next second, the boundless Vitality Force gushed out of Fang Ping's body. It began to transform every cell.

Old Man Li had spent a few years getting his cells to tolerate the Vitality Force and allowing Vitality to cover densely.

This step had caused his Vitality Force consumption to skyrocket.

Fang Ping, however, did not care.

Right now, he still had 18 billion Wealth. He could convert it to 18 million cal Vitality, equivalent to the total amount of Vitality depleted by 1800 Peak Rank-6 powerhouses.

Old Man Li's peak Vitality was only ten thousand cal. If he depleted his Vitality, it would take at least two to three days to replenish it. Moreover, the consumption was not low either.

Over the course of a year, Old Man Li had reached the limit after recovering a million Vitality.

In fact, Old Man Li would not do so. The consumption was too high. He could not afford it either.

In those few years, he honed his body every few days instead of doing it day and night.

Based on his consumption, the Vitality that he consumed in the end was only about a million or so.

However, he did it over a long period of time. Currently, Fang Ping was trying to accomplish this step in one shot.

When countless amounts of Vitality Force gushed into Fang Ping's body, the excessive amounts of Vitality Force had caused his flesh to crumble apart.

The imperishable substance and Life Essence were repeatedly mending the injuries on his flesh, giving Fang Ping enough time to hone his body cells. 

A few minutes had passed. Just as Fang Ping was honing his cells, he frowned all of a sudden.

Then, the piece of flesh that he had honed disintegrated suddenly.

"It's not working!"

Fang Ping frowned. Outside the room, Chen Yunxi asked hurriedly, "Vice-chancellor, what's wrong with him?"

Old Man Li suppressed the irritable and uneasy feeling in his heart. He whispered, "He's fine. There's just too much energy. His physique is not strong enough, causing it to crumble apart. He just needs to get used to it."

…

"This can't do!"

Fang Ping's eyebrows were knitted tightly together. Suddenly, he thought of something. In the next moment, Fang Ping collapsed his entire flesh completely.

Outside the room, Wu Kuishan said suddenly, "Fang Ping, what are you doing!"

Did this kid know that in order to help him recover his flesh, numerous amounts of imperishable substances and Life Essence had been spent?

Fang Ping's hoarse voice could be heard. "I know. Don't worry, vice-chancellor!"

Having said that, on top of Fang Ping's hand bones, flesh regrew. 

This time, Fang Ping no longer used Vitality Force to hone it. Instead, he condensed enormous amounts of Celestiality abruptly, wrapping up his hand bones directly.

He recalled the time when Lu Fengrou performed the forceful merge.

Celestiality was much stronger than Vitality Force!

By right, golden bones and golden bodies should be able to tolerate Celestiality.

If he wanted his flesh to tolerate the strength of his golden bones, he would need to construct a flesh that was strong enough to tolerate Celestiality. His flesh that was only enough to tolerate Vitality Force earlier was still too weak.

The Rank-8s guests were nonplussed by Fang Ping's action.

The Siam Nation suntanned elder could not help but ask, "Vice-chancellor Wu, is your university's prodigy a Rank-8 or a Rank-5 actually?"

'Is this really a Rank-5 martial artist?

'Boundless Vitality, complete golden bones, even Celestiality had been constructed. You claim that he's a Rank-5, do you think I will believe you?'

Wu Kuishan was speechless. Beside him, another powerhouse laughed bitterly. "He's a Rank-5 alright. I can see that his internal organs have not turned golden. There are also signs of his energy leaking out. He may not have sealed off his Sanjiao Gate yet… But this…"

However, this Rank-5 did not fit the image of any Rank-5 alright.

The powerhouses from Sino Nation were also struck with admiration. Among them, a Rank-8 lady who was clad in a green shirt said enviously, "MCMAU is about to breed a monster for real now. If things continue to develop the way it is right now, and if he has molded his golden body this time, his Sanjiao Gate sealed off and his Mentality continues to grow stronger, he can achieve Rank-8 at the fastest speed possible."

Wu Kuishan chuckled. "Didn't you have a few prodigies in Qingtian Mountain yourself…"

The green-shirt lady laughed bitterly. "A 25-year-old Rank-5. If it happened in the past, it will naturally be Qingtian Mountain's pride. But, the martial arts universities today are beyond powerful. Rank-4 and 5 students are emerging one after another. Apart from Fang Ping, there are also NMAU Wang Jinyang, CCMAU Li Hansong...

"This also includes your university's Chen Wenlong, Qin Fengqing… these guys are all ridiculously young.

"Chen Wenlong is only 23 this year. Qin Fengqing may be achieving Rank-5 soon as well.

"Also…"

The green-shirt lady took a look at Chen Yunxi and the rest who were standing on the side, looking increasingly bitter. She asked in a soft voice, "These students are quite young, right?"

"They're all Fang Ping's classmates."

"They're sophomores?"

The lady could not think of anything else to say now!

These people's age should be quite similar to Fang Ping. 20 years old or so.

Chen Yunxi and Zhao Lei had achieved Peak Rank-3. Fu Changding was catching up. Yang Xiaoman and the rest should not take too long as well.

Rank-4 was near at hand. Would it take two years for them to achieve Rank-5?

Even if it was two years, they were only 22 years old.

Qingtian Mountain had nurtured a few prodigies who achieved Rank-5 at 25 years old or so. In the sect world, that brought them momentary fame.

However, the moment they compared themselves to the martial arts universities, they were still too far off.

The lady did not speak much about Qingtian Mountain. She started talking about other things instead. She said, "Guangsheng Temple's little monk had achieved Rank-6. He is only 30 years old. Guangsheng Temple does have some underlying potential."

"More and more prodigies are also emerging in High Grandmaster Zhao's Wangwu Mountain in recent years. That's certainly better than us here at Qingtian Mountain."

"As for Wanshan Temple…"

When she talked about Wanshan Temple, the green-shirt lady frowned all of a sudden, saying, "I heard that someone has discovered Wanshan Temple's old monk's whereabouts… His name has also returned to the ranking list. He's back?"

Wanshan Temple was the sect where Fang Ping challenged the Rank-3 monk back then. It was the sect where Monk Jiese came from.

Fang Ping bashed him up. That fellow later bashed Ye Qing up. 

Earlier, there was no Grandmaster in Wanshan Temple.

The last Wanshan Temple leader had been in the Catacombs for many years, disappeared without a trace.

Recently, there were rumors saying that the old monk who entered the Catacombs had returned. Moreover, the other party was listed in the Rank-7 ranking list straight away. This had surprised many.

Wu Kuishan nodded his head slightly, saying, "He's back. But, his injuries are pretty serious. I heard that he has been forcing himself to break through in the Catacombs, hoping to condense his golden body, yet he did not succeed."

"Golden body…"

The green-shirt lady shook her head slightly. It was not so easy to construct a golden body.

She had condensed her golden body, though. She might look like she was only thirty to forty years old, but in reality, she was nearly one hundred years old now.

Fang Ping had no idea about this. Otherwise, he might be mocking in his heart. Why was a hundred-year-old old lady pretending to be a young woman?

The green-shirt lady did not continue on the subject of Wanshan Temple. After thinking about it, she whispered suddenly, "Any news about Lu Zhen yet?"

Wu Kuishan frowned slightly, shaking his head.

Lu Zhen was his old father-in-law.

However, after he showed up once two years ago, there was no more news about him after that.

Today, Lu Zhen's name had disappeared from the ranking list.

Peak Rank-7 Lu Zhen's ability was not weak either. Currently, it was hard to judge whether he was dead or alive.

Wanshan Temple's old monk had returned after disappearing for so many years. Lu Zhen might not be dead.

Wu Kuishan did not speak much. Lu Zhen and the green-shirt lady were people of the same generation. After calculating, he was one generation lower than the Rank-8s present on the scene. 

At this stage however, powerhouses cared nothing about their age anymore. As long as there was no student-teacher or blood relationships, if they had similar abilities, they would naturally converse with each other as same-generation peers.

While they were talking, in the cultivation room, Fang Ping had condensed a ball of Celestiality. It was not considered too strong. About 5C or so. It was repeatedly compressing the flesh on his hands.

Wu Kuishan took a look and frowned. He said in a low voice, "I'm afraid it will be very difficult to use Celestiality to hone an ordinary body!"

Having said that, Wu Kuishan turned to look at Huang Jing, saying, "Go and get some high-ranked monsters' blood."

Huang Jing did not move. He pondered. "It's not enough…"

"Get all of them!"

"Alright!"

Huang Jing nodded, vanishing in no time.

After a moment, Huang Jing returned. Now, Huang Jing was holding a few water tank-sized crystal earthen jars in his hands.

One of the earthen jars captured everyone's attention.

In the earthen jar, huge amounts of golden liquid were rolling perpetually. 

The Siam Nation suntanned elder was so close to swallowing his saliva now. He could not care less about embarrassing himself anymore. With a complex tone, he asked, "Rank-8 golden body monsters' blood?"

"Mm."

Wu Kuishan sighed softly, staring on with mixed emotions.

He was not the one who obtained them. The old vice-chancellor was the one who collected them in the last few years. All his life, the old vice-chancellor had fought countless battles. He had fought Rank-8 monsters more than once. He had even killed Rank-8 monsters before!

This earthen jar of blood belonged to that Rank-8 monster.

Golden body powerhouses' blood would have turned golden in the early stages. Within it contained some imperishable substances. On top of that, it was also teeming with enormous amounts of energy.

The old vice-chancellor who had killed Rank-8 monsters before did not actually own a Divine Weapon. Many people could not comprehend it. They suspected that the monster that he killed had been badly mutilated, hence it could not be forged into a Divine Weapon.

In the massive MCMAU, very few knew that even though the old vice-chancellor did not have a Divine Weapon, someone else did. 

The Rank-8 Divine Weapon had revealed its power before. It had chopped off a portion of a Rank-9 monster's trunk.

After that incident, the Rank-9 monster plant's tree trunk was integrated in it, the Divine Weapon became stronger, attaining the strength of a Rank-9 Divine Weapon. 

Not many knew about this.

Wu Kuishan knew that this secret would not stay hidden for long.

Earlier, he crushed Zheng Minghong's flesh with a smack. Zheng Minghong might not know anything, but Wu Chuan was there. That fellow might know something.

He knew a lot of things about MCMAU. The old vice-chancellor used to be his instructor too.

Wu Kuishan was not the old vice-chancellor's student. His instructor was also an MCMAU instructor. However, he had perished in the Catacombs many years ago.

After calculating it, both he and Wu Chuan were considered senior brothers. His instructor was one of the first batches of instructors in MCMAU in those days, his qualifications no lower than the old vice-chancellor.

These thoughts flashed across his mind.

Wu Kuishan stopped thinking too much about it. He took a deep breath and nodded at Huang Jing.

Huang Jing saw this and turned his attention to Song Yingji, saying, "Get a bathtub… Oh right, it must be one that's made with energy crystals."

"Huh?"

Song Yingji was taken aback. He thought for a moment, rushing out all of a sudden. After a moment, he heaved a crystal-like wok and walked over. He let out a hollow laugh, and explained. "There's no bathtub. It's just this wok left. The technology in the last few years hasn't reached this stage. This is the wok used to burn energy stones."

Huang Jing did not mind either. Similar ones would do the trick.

After taking this humongous wok, Huang Jing opened up the earthen jar in his hand, pouring some crimson liquid inside. 

Looking at the last jar of golden blood, Huang Jing looked at Wu Kuishan. Wu Kuishan nodded slightly. Use it.

Rank-8 golden body monsters' blood was good stuff too. Fang Ping had consumed the university's Body-strengthening Elixir before. For a low-ranked martial artist, its effect was not quite bad.

However, Fang Ping might not know that there was actually some high-ranked monsters' blood mixed into the Body-strengthening Elixir.

Furthermore, there were very few mixed into it. Now that Fang Ping had used up the blood this time… if he did not bring a high-ranked monster's carcass back afterward, Wu Kuishan would definitely come after him.

Seeing that Wu Kuishan had nodded his head, Huang Jing poured the golden liquid inside.

Once the golden liquid entered the wok, it repelled the other crimson-colored blood away immediately. Even though it had been dead for many years, whereby only its blood remained, this golden blood was still beyond domineering.

Huang Jing wasted no time. Soon, he opened up the cultivation room's door, hoisted the wok, and walked in quickly. Then, he placed the wok down, saying, "Get in, take a bath!"

Fang Ping was currently having a headache as to what he should do to prevent his flesh from falling apart. He took a look at the wok. Without saying a word, he plunged into the wok straight away.

As soon as he had entered the wok, the blood started boiling. 

Huang Jing said in a low voice, "There are Rank-7 and 8 monsters' blood in here. You can use it to hone your body. Don't absorb it inside your body unless you want your body to show the symptoms of a monster." 

"I know."

"..."

Huang Jing did not linger. He walked out quickly. The Rank-8 powerhouses were still releasing imperishable substances. On the other side, Song Yingji continued asking others to burn energy stones. 

Fang Ping, this kid, had paid a huge price this time.

If it still failed even after all these, then MCMAU would have no other solutions. Unless they seek help from a Rank-9 paragon powerhouse. However, the chances were slim.

In the cultivation room, the blood in the wok began to boil.

The flesh on Fang Ping's hands began to absorb the blood. However, the blood was filtered once and was discharged. 

In the blink of an eye, a faint golden radiance appeared on the flesh of Fang Ping's hand bones.

"It's working!"

Everyone was in high spirits. Old Man Li looked overjoyed. He said hurriedly, "This works. This is the sign that shows that he's constructing half a golden body!"

At this moment, Fang Ping had integrated Celestiality, imperishable substances, monsters' blood force, Vitality Force, energy stones' energy… He was molding his flesh at the speed of light.

The flesh on his hand bones continued to spread.

Gradually, his entire left arm was covered in flesh. A faint golden color was present on his flesh. 

Seeing this, everyone heaved a sigh of relief. It did not disintegrate anymore.

This also signified that his flesh was tough enough to support his golden bones now. 

His left arm recovered, presenting a faint golden color. Fang Ping's Celestiality continued to compress these flesh, making the golden radiance even dazzling. 

After a moment, faint golden flesh emerged on his right arm too.

The four Rank-8s who were currently inserting the imperishable substances exchanged glances, pulling their hands away at the same time. The next four took over. 

Wu Kuishan frowned slightly, he said, "Fang Ping, stop compressing it. Just maintain your golden bones."

Must this kid construct his golden body completely?

There was a limit to the reward that the 8 Rank-8 powerhouses were receiving. Would they have so many imperishable substances for you to consume and waste as you like?

Inside the room, Fang Ping looked seemingly regretful. He did not continue compressing it either.

These Rank-8s were not his father, how could they possibly insert limitless amounts of imperishable substances to assist him in regenerating his flesh?

A split second later, flesh emerged on Fang Ping's legs and the front and back of his chest.

Outside the room, Fu Changding looked on for a moment and whispered suddenly, "Does he still have that?"

"What?"

Zhao Lei was at a loss. Fu Changding lowered his voice further, saying, "His p*nis."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Zhao Lei cast him a peculiar look. What were you thinking?

The lower ranks beside them might not have heard it, but he could not hide it from the higher ranks. 

Old Man Li said casually, "Who cares if he has it or not. If he didn't have it earlier, he should have it now. It's suffused in gold too…"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Wu Kuishan coughed and glared at him. This disrespectful old thing. What sort of nonsense was he talking about in front of the students?

…

Inside the room, Fang Ping could not care less.

At this moment, Fang Ping's flesh regenerated more and more.

Very quickly, almost all the flesh on his body had recovered.

However, there was still one thing missing.

Just as the crowd was waiting outside the room, Fang Ping suddenly disintegrated the flesh on his face. For a moment, he frightened Fu Changding and the rest who were watching with their eyes wide open, causing them to take a step back. F*ck. Did you know that you could terrify others out of their wits!

"He's fine even after doing that. That's really something!"

Fu Changding panted. A person like this was too terrifying.

Fang Ping had no interest in paying them any attention. He dipped his head into the wok, burying his entire head in it.

From golden-red color, the blood in the wok gradually turned dull. It began to turn translucent. 

In the next moment, the next four golden body powerhouses paled, turning their heads to look at Wu Kuishan.

Wu Kuishan nodded slightly. They pulled their palms back.

In the room, Fang Ping suddenly said in a muffled voice, "Grandmasters, please give me a little bit more."

Wu Kuishan saw that his head was still stuffed in the wok, he frowned, "It should be enough now."

"Just a teeny bit more…"

"Fang Ping!"

Wu Kuishan was displeased now. Do you really think that these Rank-8s are your underlings now?

'Since your injuries have recovered, it's time to come out.'

Fang Ping was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he lifted his head, saying dejectedly, "Just a teeny bit more!"

"..."

Outside the room, everyone was first stunned, then a series of stifling laughter resounded all of a sudden.

Wu Kuishan raised his eyebrows slightly. After a long time, he said, "We'll keep it that way and wait for it to grow back on its own. There's no need to use the imperishable substance to recover this. What a waste."

"Vice-chancellor!"

Fang Ping looked completely dejected. He said bitterly, "This… I've turned into a bald egg. Just give me a bit more!"

"Cough, cough. Things like hair and eyebrows will grow sooner or later."

Wu Kuishan answered irresponsibly. Using the imperishable substances to recover one's hair and eyebrows would be such a waste. Just stay a bald egg. After a period of time, the hair would grow back naturally. Fang Ping was not a true golden body anyway.

"Don't!"

Fang Ping wanted to cry but had no tears. He said immediately, "I'll pay for it…"

Outside the room, the Rank-8s ignored him. That should be enough.

Besides, they figured that it was not necessary for him to recover his hair and eyebrows. Even if he paid for it, they still thought it was too wasteful.

"Vice-chancellor!"

"Instructor!"

"Grandmasters…"

Seeing that these guys wanted to walk out, Fang Ping was about to cry. Motherf*cker. It had already come to this stage. Could you guys not give me just a teeny bit more?

At this moment, he knew how he looked like. His entire head was bald. It was not the kind that was shaved but the kind that looked like a bald egg after the shell was peeled off.

Absolutely sleek!

Not even a stubble!

"Vice-chancellor! Don't go!"

Fang Ping's cries pierced the air. Wu Kuishan ignored him, walking out with the Rank-8s.

Everyone else was quivering all over. They walked outside. They would wait for Fang Ping to come out first.

"No. Just give me a bit more. Just a bit more. Isn't this a fraud done on purpose?"

Fang Ping wanted to cry but had no tears. These dirty old men were definitely swindling him on purpose!

They had already inserted so much. Would they even care for this bit?

Apart from others, it would be fine for Wu Kuishan to give a bit, right? He could spend the next two to three days cultivating and get it back.

Chen Yunxi who walked last could not help but turn her head around to comfort him. "You're actually pretty good-looking. Just come out."

"I won't go out no matter what!"

Fang Ping yelled in exasperation. They were definitely doing it on purpose. How maddening!

Good-looking my ass. With this grisly appearance, others would die of laughter if I walked out. Did you think that I did not have a sense of shame?

Chapter end