Creak, creak—
Inside the quiet room, the sound of wooden boards rubbing against the floor.
One hour…
… …
Two hours…
“I’ll ask you one more time, do you submit?”
“Yes… I submit…”
Another hour later…
“Junior Brother, my… my cultivation realm seems to be on the verge of a breakthrough…”
【Yin Yang Dual Cultivation Art proficiency +1… 】
【Yin Yang Dual Cultivation Art proficiency +1… 】
【Yin Yang Dual Cultivation Art proficiency +1… 】
【Yin Yang Dual Cultivation Art has broken through to the second layer… 】
… …
【Inverted Phoenix Primordial Nurturing Skill proficiency +1… 】
【Inverted Phoenix Primordial Nurturing Skill proficiency +1… 】
【Inverted Phoenix Primordial Nurturing Skill has broken through to the second layer… 】
… …
Bang—
The wooden bed shattered.
A cloud of pink mist surrounded the two of them, slowly flowing.
A large amount of primordial energy continuously surged into Fang Yuan’s body, repairing his injured physique at an extremely fast speed.
His cultivation also directly surged from the first layer of Foundation Establishment to the second layer, and it was still rising.
On the other hand, Murong Qing’s realm advanced by leaps and bounds, directly breaking through from the seventh layer of Foundation Establishment to the eighth layer, with no sign of stopping.
This speed of cultivation made her ecstatic.
Her cultivation talent was not good to begin with, possessing only a mid-grade spiritual root, and she had been stuck at the seventh layer of Foundation Establishment for over a year.
Several junior brothers and sisters who entered the sect later had already surpassed her, and some had even broken through to the Golden Core Stage. If this continued, she would sooner or later be kicked out of the ranks of direct disciples.
Now, with a turn of events, the effect of dual cultivation with Fang Yuan greatly exceeded her expectations. The other party seemed to have mastered a profound secret art that could steal essence from heaven and earth, nourish oneself, and harmonize Yin and Yang.
“Senior… Junior Brother… wait… wait a moment…”
Fang Yuan chuckled, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sneered, “This is just the beginning!”
Creak, creak—
… …
“My cultivation is about to break through to the ninth layer, Junior Brother, keep going, just a little more!”
… …
Another hour later.
Both of them collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
Murong Qing staggered to a cross-legged position, diligently consolidating her cultivation.
Fang Yuan, still gasping for breath, opened his virtual interface. His realm had already broken through to the third layer of Foundation Establishment.
Both cultivation techniques were just a little experience short of leveling up to level three.
And in the sect disciple ranking, he had leaped past Zhao Shijie, taking the top spot.
Looking at the shining golden name, Fang Yuan grinned.
Coming to the Hehuan Sect this time was truly the right decision; it was simply heaven!
At the same time, many players immediately exploded, privately messaging Fang Yuan, asking if he was using a cheat?
Leaping two levels in one day, from ninth place to first, was simply outrageous!
To this, Fang Yuan merely replied indifferently, “Basic operation, don’t be surprised.”
Closing the virtual interface, he looked at Murong Qing, who was still cultivating, then got up and walked to the bathroom to take a comfortable bath. Afterward, he strode out of the room.
At this moment, he was full of energy, whistling all the way.
As soon as he reached the plaza, several female disciples immediately surrounded him, sweetly calling out, “Greetings, Senior Brother Fang.”
“Hello, Junior Sisters,” Fang Yuan showed a brilliant smile, greeting everyone one by one.
Some female disciples, seeing how approachable he was, couldn’t help but whisper, “Senior Brother Fang has such a good personality, unlike other senior brothers who, relying on their high cultivation, act aloof and always wear a stern face, ignoring people.”
“Who says otherwise? And I also heard that now all the outer disciples, and even some inner disciples, in the entire sect want to become Senior Brother Fang’s cultivation partner.”
“Who doesn’t want to? Especially those disciples at the bottom of the rankings. If they don’t improve their strength, next month they’ll be sent to the Pill Hall to be refined into pills. Other senior brothers don’t fancy them, so they can only place their hopes on Senior Brother Fang and Senior Brother Qin.”
“Senior Brother Fang is from our Yanxia Peak, so if there’s a queue, it won’t be the turn of disciples from other peaks.”
“I’m still a bit scared. Who knows if Senior Brother Fang will be like Senior Brother Cao Ci and treat us disciples as cauldrons? More than a dozen disciples have died this month already.”
“That shouldn’t be the case. Senior Brother Fang smiles so kindly. Look, he even actively helped Junior Sister Xiaoyu tie her shoelaces.”
Many female disciples gathered together, discussing in hushed tones.
The female disciple named Xiaoyu had only entered the sect less than three years ago, and was about sixteen years old.
Seeing Fang Yuan so thoughtfully tie her shoelaces, her pretty face flushed, her eyes overflowed like peach blossoms, and her lips were tightly pursed, wishing she could throw herself into Fang Yuan’s arms.
Fang Yuan clapped his hands and stood up, rubbed Xiaoyu’s head, and said with a smile, “Be careful in the future, don’t fall and get hurt.”
“Thank, thank you, Senior Brother Fang,” Xiaoyu looked at Fang Yuan with a clear voice, her face full of anticipation.
Fang Yuan’s eyelids twitched. This budding appearance was simply going to be the death of him. He immediately pushed through the crowd and fled as if escaping.
The numerous disciples stared blankly at his disheveled back, finding it hard to imagine that the other party was a direct disciple.
Being considerate was one thing, but he was also so cute.
“Senior Brother Fang really seems different from the other senior brothers,” someone murmured.
“Junior Sister Xiaoyu, Senior Brother Fang seemed to have a little interest in you just now. If he favors you, you must not forget me, your Senior Sister.”
Hu Xiaoyu’s face was crimson, and she lowered her head, softly saying, “I, I haven’t dual cultivated yet…”
“What’s there to it? Come to my room later, Senior Sister will teach you. When you succeed, you must bring me along, Senior Sister. Let’s dual cultivate with Senior Brother Fang together.”
“And me! Junior Sister Xiaoyu, you don’t mind one more person, do you?”
… …
After leaving Yanxia Peak, the number of disciples gradually increased.
Many people didn’t recognize Fang Yuan, only treating him as an ordinary disciple, and Fang Yuan was happy to be left in peace.
He inquired along the way and learned that Zhao Mubai and his group had been arranged to Zuo Feng (Left Peak), becoming outer disciples there.
When he arrived at the Zuo Feng (Left Peak) outer disciple area, he saw from afar a group of disciples gathered together, with occasional shouts.
Fang Yuan curiously flew over and saw Shang Lianxue being slammed to the ground and heavily beaten by several female disciples, while Zhao Mubai was held by the arms by two female disciples, unable to move.
In front of Zhao Mubai stood a tall female disciple, who at this moment slapped Zhao Mubai across the face, cursing, “You slut! It’s your fortune that Senior Brother Wu Yong fancies you, and you still dare to refuse?”
Slap!
Another slap.
“Today I’ll give you a small lesson. From now on, when you see me, kneel down and greet me, otherwise this will be your fate. Do you understand?”
Zhao Mubai’s face was swollen and red, with bruises bleeding from both corners of her mouth. Her eyes stared fixedly at the woman in front of her.
“Heh, you still dare to glare at me?!”
The woman sneered, raised her arm, and slapped down hard.
Zhao Mubai subconsciously closed her eyes.
But what surprised her was that the imagined pain did not occur.
Zhao Mubai couldn’t help but open her eyes and saw Fang Yuan standing in front of her at some point, single-handedly restraining the woman’s wrist.
