Lord of the Desert

Chapter 8 Sand World

Time passed unknowingly in the inner vision.

By the time the first dragon soul fruit was completely digested, it was already the early morning of the next day.

In early March, the winter chill has not yet faded.

Hong Fan put on his outer robe and pushed open the door, he was immediately wrapped in cold air, as if he had plunged into the water.

A small border town like Jinhai City naturally doesn't have much nightlife.

Taking off the latch, Hong Fan stepped over the threshold and walked out of the courtyard.

Looking around, there is no light and no fire.

The whole Hong Mansion is like a resting beast, crouching quietly in the night.

"It was an extraordinarily fulfilling day."

Hong Fan whispered to himself.

He took a deep breath of the night, and his mind was refreshed for a moment; when he looked up again, he was again covered by the rainstorm of starlight.

Back in the yard, Hong Fan bolted the door and began to get acquainted with the new strength.

He first warmed up carefully, and then used the Sanda technique he loved in his previous life to play a few sets of air strikes.

The whole process was as silent as possible, so as not to disturb Aunt Liu who had already fallen asleep.

When the muscles and bones became active, Hong Fan tested each item one by one.

Take off vertically with a clear height of about 1.5 meters.

The running speed of [-] meters approached ten seconds.

The solid stone stool weighs about [-] catties, and Hong Fan can easily lift it into groups.

According to a comprehensive assessment, the squat and bench press weight is at least [-] kg, and the explosive power is extremely good.

Considering the current light weight of about [-] kilograms, his physical fitness has reached the level of a top athlete in his previous life.

[In terms of pure physical fitness, compared to before the injury, it has grown by about [-]%. 】

Hong Fan put down the stone bench, breathing only slightly short of breath.

[Compared to other inner-vision realm pulse-face fighters in ethnology, the hard quality is better. 】

After getting fit, it's time to try the exercises.

Hong Fan walked to the water tank in the corner of the yard, stretched out his hand to grab a piece of water, and held it in his palm.

Then, he guides the sense of qi according to Yanliu Gong, and walks all the way to the right palm along the large intestine meridian of hand Yangming.

The palm temperature changed immediately.

After about three breaths, large bubbles formed in the cold jar water in his hand, and it started to boil.

[The limit is about [-] degrees, but the effect is too slow and requires mental concentration, so it has almost no practical significance. 】

Hong Fan shook his head silently—the inner vision doesn't even have true energy, so naturally he can't use any Yanliu kung fu ultimate move.

He began to test the strange true energy drawn from the dantian between his brows again.

[There is no corresponding exercise, let’s run it according to the Great Zhoutian first...]

With a thought in Hong Fan's mind, his true energy flowed naturally.

But around him, the sand and dust in the courtyard danced around him without any wind.

"This, this is?"

Hong Fan's shock was so indescribable that he could no longer keep silent.

All martial arts practitioners in Jinhai City know that within the realm of strength, true qi cannot connect with and drive external objects.

Because that is the characteristic that is only available after introducing the first qi into the body and turning the true qi into the true essence!
"So, this isn't true energy, it's true energy..."

Hong Fan exclaimed in a voice that only he could hear.

As he guided his true essence to his palm with his thoughts, the circling flying sand also gathered into a rotating sand ball in his palm.

"This is the Sand World!"

Hong Fan pinched the sand ball firmly with five fingers, smashing the sand ball into pieces.

[The vision of heaven and earth that only I could see during today's funeral was not a hallucination? 】

While Hong Fan was thinking, he couldn't help pacing back and forth in the yard.

[The golden light that shot into the sky from the frown of Shocking Sand Xingjun turned out to be the star of fate—'Sand World'! 】

Suddenly getting the capital to change their destiny, even Hong Fan and his two dynasties are human beings, and they can't help but be overjoyed for a while.

After joy, comes doubt.

[So I got lucky and got favored by the stars? 】

Hong Fan recalled those children from various families praying with palms together during the funeral.

[However, the Dragon Soul Tree, which can be condescending and forcefully coordinate Yanliu Gong and Sand World, is obviously not the same source as the two. 】

[Or, is it the sand world recruited by the Dragon Soul Tree? 】

Hong Fan thought, and remembered the unreasonable nausea when he saw Jinguan's mummy.

[Well, maybe not even 'soliciting'...]

He sat down on the stone bench and quickly went through today's experience in his mind.

[Unfortunately, if I had known that I would have such a chance, there would be no need to use Hong Chen's as a note so recklessly to cure Jiang's wife. 】

[It's too late to say this now. 】

Hong Fan activated his inner vision, and immediately saw the big golden tree on the altar again.

The branches are majestic, named after the Dragon Soul, they can raise the realm, heal injuries, and forcibly balance the strength of different sources of power...

Even if Hong Fan thought with his toes, he knew that the origin of the Dragon Soul Tree might be astonishingly large.

But he didn't know anything about this uninvited "roommate"—if he didn't activate it today, he wouldn't even know that the other party existed.

This has to make the traverser worry.

Hong Fan also read online articles in his previous life, and knew that gold fingers were almost standard for time travelers.

And once the protagonists have a system, they all feel that their destiny is in me, and they are domineering and unscrupulous.

Now if he was replaced by himself, he became Ye Gong, a good dragon.

It doesn't matter whether it's a powerful cloth, or it doesn't matter if it's a god or a man.

A tree grew inexplicably on the Sea of ​​Consciousness, but anyone with a little IQ would worry about being manipulated by others, and became a pig and sheep in the pen.

However, these worries were quickly suppressed by Hong Fan.

Without him, it is useless to think blindly.

As a lowly bastard, he died suddenly only a dozen or so days ago, and even had to sacrifice his food and clothing tonight in exchange for it.

Such near-term worries can solve the urgent needs, but also ignore long-term concerns.

Time passed, and before I knew it, it was the middle of the night.

Feeling drowsy in Hong Fan's heart, he couldn't help yawning.

Among the golden branches and leaves of the Dragon Soul Tree, there was also a Dragon Soul Fruit, but he didn't intend to use it right away.

If the strength rises too fast, wouldn't it be obvious to others that you have a problem?
In addition, he does not intend to immediately disclose that he has inherited the Fate Star Sand World.

During the funeral in the afternoon, Hong Fan heard a lot of rumors and gossip about the authority of the Fate Star.

But these words in the streets may not have much gold content.

Travelers who grew up in materialistic education scoff at the so-called saying that "fate comes from fate".

Xingjun's corpse is immortal and must be sent back to Shenjing for burial according to the law.

There can be no intention behind it.

From Hong Fan's perspective, the Fate Star inheritance probably also has internal laws.

If he didn't figure it out and exposed it at will, if he didn't conform to the routine and was targeted, wouldn't it be joyful to be sad?

With a wave of his hand, Hong Fan returned the robe and the scattered dust on the stone table to the ground, and then returned to the room.

After taking off his shoes, socks and coat, he lay down on the bed and covered the thin quilt that had been mended again and again.

[The next urgent task is three. 】

[The first is to practice martial arts, this is the fundamental. 】

[The second is to gain a deeper understanding of Dahua and find ways to realize your knowledge reserves. 】

[The third is to understand the relevant information of Xingjun. 】

Hong Fan made a plan, and all kinds of thoughts in his mind gradually calmed down.

For some reason, for the first time since time travel, he actually began to look forward to tomorrow.

"There is Martial Arts, there is Life Star, there is Dragon Soul Tree; perhaps there is also a way home..."

Hong Fan looked sideways at the moonlight shining through the window paper, and said to himself.

Then, in a blink of an eye, he fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)