I Can Upgrade My Talent Infinitely-Chapter 105: Powerful Toxin

After Lu Zefeng’s Magical Combat spar, Zhang Cailing didn’t have to wait long before Fang Yun finished recovering his Spiritual Power.

This was about what Zhang Cailing had expected.

"Senior Sister Zhang, let’s go register."

"Alright."

On their way to register, they heard a commotion coming from Dueling Platform Two.

They both instinctively looked toward Dueling Platform Two.

Just then, Zhang Cailing said,

"Junior Brother Lu is at Dueling Platform Two."

"Let’s go have a look," Fang Yun suggested, hearing her words and seeing her expression.

Zhang Cailing nodded without the slightest hesitation.

She was eager to see what was going on.

The two quickly arrived at Dueling Platform Two and saw Lu Zefeng standing to one side. Next to him, a male Inner Sect Disciple at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refining was sitting in meditation, his face alternating between shades of green and purple.

"Senior Brother Lu’s right hand is truly venomous."

"Yeah, Brother Ding only got a small scratch and he ended up like this."

"I’m very curious how Junior Brother Fang managed to refine this right arm for Junior Brother Lu." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Fang Yun observed the situation on the Dueling Platform, listening to the disciples’ chatter nearby.

’Looks like I won’t need to go to Smoke Cloud Peak to buy a Demon Beast to test the arm’s poison. The results are already clear.’

"Senior Brother Fang is here!"

Some disciple shouted, and most of the Inner and Outer Sect Disciples present began to look for Fang Yun, their gazes finally landing on him.

Earlier, Lu Zefeng had given a rough explanation of his situation to some disciples who had asked.

While Lu Zefeng and the Inner Sect Disciple surnamed Ding were sparring in their Magical Combat, everyone had been watching and chatting about Lu Zefeng’s arm. Gradually, all the Inner and Outer Sect Disciples here had come to understand.

Lu Zefeng’s gaunt, purple-black arm was an Upper-Grade Magical Artifact that Fang Yun had refined and attached to his body.

Disciples with some knowledge of Artifact Refining even explained that the difficulty of refining such an Upper-Grade Magical Artifact was far beyond that of an ordinary one.

"Senior Brother Fang, do you have any plans to refine an Upper-Grade Magical Artifact recently?"

When asked this question, Fang Yun noticed that some of the Inner Sect Disciples were looking at him with even greater intensity.

"Not for now." Fang Yun shook his head.

He only had so much time. Since he could continuously accept Alchemy tasks to refine Qi Enhancement Pills, he had no extra energy to help others refine Magical Artifacts.

Someone like Lu Zefeng was a special case, stemming from their somewhat friendly relationship.

Hearing that Fang Yun had no plans to refine an Upper-Grade Magical Artifact, many disciples withdrew their gazes.

One Inner Sect Disciple looked extremely disappointed, a hint of regret mixed in.

"When Senior Brother Fang was accepting requests for Artifact Refining before, I had a chance, but at the time, I thought the Upper-Grade Magical Artifact I already had was good enough."

The power wielded by Upper-Grade Magical Artifacts varied depending on their quality.

A good Artifact Refiner could often push the materials used for a Magical Artifact to their absolute limit, which in turn raised the artifact’s quality.

On the Dueling Platform, Lu Zefeng had naturally noticed the arrival of Fang Yun and Zhang Cailing.

Just as he was about to speak, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the Inner Sect Disciple surnamed Ding beside him had opened his eyes.

"Junior Brother Ding, how are you feeling?" Lu Zefeng asked with immediate concern.

"Senior Brother Lu... that poison of yours is way too vicious."

"It’s not like that, Junior Brother Ding. I haven’t even actively released the poison from my right arm yet."

As Lu Zefeng explained, his expression remained largely unchanged, but inwardly he was extremely satisfied.

’The effect of the arm’s poison is far, far better than I imagined.’

He was telling the truth. He really hadn’t actively released the poison yet. To test its active release, as Fang Yun had suggested, he could buy a Demon Beast from Smoke Cloud Peak.

"It’s that vicious even without you trying?!" The process of expelling the poison had not been pleasant for the Inner Sect Disciple surnamed Ding.

Lu Zefeng’s right arm had merely left a shallow, bloody scratch on his body, and this was the result.

Looking at Junior Brother Ding’s state, Lu Zefeng instinctively raised his right hand to scratch his head, but then lowered it when he realized which hand it was.

’It’s mainly because Junior Brother Fang’s refining work was just too good.’

At that moment, Lu Zefeng felt that the refining fee Fang Yun had charged was truly far, far too low.

When used unexpectedly, the effect of this Upper-Grade Magical Artifact of his might even be better than a supreme-grade one.

"Junior Brother Ding, shall we continue the Magical Combat spar?"

"No." The disciple surnamed Ding shook his head. "I’ve already lost this Magical Combat spar."

He didn’t want to get poisoned again. Besides, he still felt a bit weak and needed to recover properly.

"I just had this right arm attached, so I hope you can forgive my mistake just now, Junior Brother Ding. It shouldn’t happen again in the future," Lu Zefeng explained, his voice quite loud.

’I have to explain this properly, or it’ll be a disaster if no one wants to spar with me in Magical Combat anymore.’

Even for Magical Combat spars matched by the Stewards, the opponent had the right to refuse if they really didn’t want to fight you.

What happened during the Magical Combat was mainly because he got excited in the middle of the fight, and he hadn’t completely gotten used to his new right arm yet. That’s what led to this result.

’My opponent wasn’t Fang Yun.’

’Under my fierce attacks, it’s impossible for them to maintain a flawless defense.’

’That first Magical Combat spar gave me a lot of misconceptions.’

’It seems that choosing Fang Yun as the opponent for my first Magical Combat spar to try out new techniques had some negative side effects.’

’The positive effect, of course, was that sparring in Magical Combat with Fang Yun allowed me to develop faster offensive methods.’

And just like that, halfway through the spar, Lu Zefeng’s Magical Combat ended.

"Fellow Senior Brothers and Sisters, I wonder if any of you are interested in a match with me." Lu Zefeng focused his gaze on the Inner Sect Disciples at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining.

For a moment, no one answered him.

The crowd below the Dueling Platform had seen the situation clearly. The Inner Sect Disciple surnamed Ding had only suffered a very shallow wound.

And Lu Zefeng himself had said he hadn’t even actively released the poison.

Under these circumstances, even if they were at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining, none of them wanted to spar in Magical Combat with Lu Zefeng. Poison was a really nasty thing, and a pain to deal with.

Faced with this scene, Lu Zefeng felt a little awkward for a moment.

He instinctively moved his right arm behind his back and watched the retreating figures of Fang Yun and Zhang Cailing to ease his inner embarrassment.

Then, he said,

"Junior Brother Ding, let’s go finalize the registration."

"Alright."

「Meanwhile.」

As Fang Yun and Zhang Cailing left to go register, not far from the Steward, Fang Yun saw Deng Qian.

After a single glance, he looked away, not paying him much mind.

Deng Qian had seen Fang Yun before Fang Yun saw him.

The moment he did, he puffed out his chest, tilted his head, and stared off somewhere else.

Pretending not to have seen Fang Yun.

He appeared perfectly calm on the outside, but inwardly, he was a nervous wreck.

He was terrified that Fang Yun would walk over and challenge him to a Magical Combat spar.