Fang Yuan brought his hands together to form a blade, black flames swirling around him.
A black dragon made of black flames appeared in the void, roaring up at the sky.
"Blade Intent Manifestation! Fang Yuan's blade technique has actually reached such a realm; we absolutely cannot let him die!"
"Given time, Fang Yuan will definitely be able to contend with the demonic geniuses of the Demon God Sect, perhaps even surpassing Chu Huaian from four years ago!"
"Quick, stop him! Don't let Fang Yuan die! He is the future hope of the Hehuan Sect!"
Over a dozen elders looked anxious, transforming into afterimages as they tried to rush forward and stop Fang Yuan's blade.
"Fang Yuan, stop!" Min Hong rushed over at top speed, yelling loudly at Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan coldly glanced at everyone, then resolutely chopped down without hesitation.
The black dragon, with an unstoppable momentum, slammed into the giant skeleton's body.
In the blink of an eye, the black flames instantly engulfed everything.
The giant skeleton was incinerated little by little until it vanished without a trace.
"Pfft…" Wu Yong spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, collapsing into the rubble.
Fang Yuan's body was shriveled, half of his hair had turned white, and he looked like a withered old man, devoid of any vitality.
Even so, he remained standing, refusing to fall, and with a backhand, grabbed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and hurled it forcefully towards Wu Yong.
Pfft—
The banner pierced through Wu Yong's head, pinning him to the ground.
Then, a soul flew out from his body and was sucked into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
Everyone stared blankly at Fang Yuan's back, and after a long while, bursts of commotion erupted.
No one had expected that Fang Yuan, at Foundation Establishment third-layer, would defeat a Foundation Establishment seventh-layer cultivator, and with both sides giving their all, the final result was Fang Yuan's victory.
This achievement completely broke the Hehuan Sect's record.
Everyone realized in their hearts that a generation's prodigy was about to rise!
And they would be the witnesses!
The disciples were completely engrossed, shouting Fang Yuan's name loudly.
No one cared about Wu Yong's life or death; everyone's gaze was focused on Fang Yuan.
The core disciples who had come to watch left one after another, their expressions complex.
From now on, the Hehuan Sect's competition for genius would have another contender.
Fang Yuan was unaware of all this; he only knew that if he continued to show off, he might actually die.
Fortunately, Min Hong had already rushed to his side, embracing his body and quickly departing.
Fan Xiaomei stared blankly at the two figures, then ran to Qin Hao, pleading, "Brother Qin Hao, will Brother Fang Yuan die?"
Qin Hao was currently grinning as he counted spirit stones, and upon hearing Fan Xiaomei's voice, he couldn't help but laugh, "Don't worry, your Brother Fang Yuan is a scoundrel; his luck is terrible, he won't die."
"Here, Xiaomei, take this bag of spirit stones, and this spirit-grade flying sword, you take it too. Cultivate well from now on."
Qin Hao smiled and ruffled Fan Xiaomei's beautiful hair, stuffing many spirit stones and a flying sword into her arms.
"I will definitely work hard; in the future, I want to be as powerful as Brother Fang Yuan," Fan Xiaomei said solemnly.
Qin Hao laughed heartily and gave her a thumbs-up.
At the same time, the group of female disciples who had previously bullied Zhao Mubai turned pale with fright, wanting to seize the opportunity to sneak away, but they were stopped by a crowd of disciples and brought before Qin Hao.
"Senior Brother Qin Hao, these disciples previously relied on Wu Yong's backing to commit all sorts of evil, specifically bullying Zhao Mubai and her group. How should they be dealt with?"
Qin Hao looked at the group of people, puzzled. He had just woken up and was unaware of what had happened within the sect; he had only heard that Fang Yuan was going to duel someone, so he had rushed out.
"What's going on?" Qin Hao frowned, looking at Zhao Mubai.
Zhao Mubai hesitated for a moment, briefly explained what had happened, and clarified the reason for Fang Yuan's rage.
After hearing all this, Qin Hao's eyes revealed a strong killing intent, unable to imagine what fate Fan Xiaomei would have suffered if Fang Yuan had arrived a step late.
"Fang Yuan, that bastard, actually didn't kill all these beasts!"
Qin Hao said through gritted teeth, flashing to the front of the group of disciples, extending his hand and pressing down on one of their heads.
"Senior Brother Qin Hao, we were wrong, please spare our lives, we won't dare again…"
"Don't kill me, Senior Brother Qin Hao, I can do anything you want, I, I can be your cauldron, your slave, please don't kill us…"
Bang—
Qin Hao didn't hesitate, directly crushing the head of one of the female disciples.
White and red splattered onto the surrounding people.
All the disciples were stunned for a while before reacting, their eyes showing fear.
Such ruthless methods were rare even in the Hehuan Sect.
The hearts of the remaining female disciples pounded violently, the fear of death making them collapse to the ground, all kneeling and kowtowing desperately for mercy.
"Please, spare me, spare me…"
Pfft—
A cold light flashed, and several heads flew high into the air, blood flowing everywhere.
"From today onwards, if anyone dares to bully them…" Qin Hao said with a cold face, pointing at Fan Xiaomei and Zhao Mubai and the others, "There will only be one outcome, and that is, death!"
Qin Hao spoke the last word with utmost seriousness.
Whoosh—
The disciples instinctively took a step back, uttering bursts of clamor.
Unlike the reactions of the other disciples, a warm current flashed through the hearts of Zhao Mubai and the others, and their sense of security instantly filled them.
In the perilous Hehuan Sect, being protected by such people was undoubtedly the happiest thing.
After this battle, Fang Yuan and Qin Hao became famous, and along with Zhao Mubai and the others, they also became minor celebrities in the Hehuan Sect, listed as untouchable.
On the other side, Fang Yuan, under the full rescue efforts of Min Hong and a group of elders, finally salvaged his life, though his foundation was somewhat damaged.
In response, Min Hong urgently summoned the Yanxia Peak female disciples, asking them to voluntarily become Fang Yuan's cauldrons and transfer their essence to Fang Yuan.
However, no one was willing to do so; it was a thankless task, and a single mistake could very likely lead to the loss of their cultivation, rendering them cripples.
Seeing that no one agreed, Min Hong's expression turned cold. Just as she was about to randomly select someone, Hu Xiaoyu timidly stepped forward and whispered, "Master, I, I am willing to save Senior Brother Fang Yuan."
Upon hearing this, Min Hong's expression eased slightly, "Your cultivation is not enough; you might very well be drained by Fang Yuan during the process."
Min Hong's words were halfway through when she suddenly looked at Murong Qing, "Murong Qing, do you have something to say?"
"What this disciple wishes to say is that this disciple is willing to save Junior Brother Fang Yuan, and hopes Master will grant it," Murong Qing said respectfully, bowing with cupped hands.
As soon as these words came out, the other core disciples sitting with Min Hong frowned slightly.
Murong Qing always acted only when there was profit; such an unusual action definitely indicated something fishy!
Indeed, a careful disciple discovered that Murong Qing's cultivation had actually broken through to Foundation Establishment ninth-layer.
She was at Foundation Establishment seventh-layer yesterday, and today she rose to Foundation Establishment ninth-layer. How was this possible?
Could it be Fang Yuan's doing?
Other than this reason, they couldn't think of why Murong Qing would step forward at this moment, willing to transfer her own essence.
To understand the reason, Cao Ci immediately stepped forward and bowed, "This disciple also wishes to save Junior Brother Fang Yuan, please grant it, Master."
Upon hearing this, the entire scene instantly fell silent.
"Do you know what you are saying?" Min Hong showed a strange expression.
"This disciple knows. This disciple has mastered a secret technique, and even male disciples can cultivate dual cultivation."
Min Hong's mind couldn't help but conjure images of men with men, and her body shivered imperceptibly.
Fang Yuan was her designated cauldron; if he were to be sodomized, not only would it disgust her, but given Fang Yuan's personality, he would probably blow up Yanxia Peak.
Min Hong shook her head, dispelling the images, and said with a resolute tone, "No!"
Saying that, Min Hong added, just to be sure, "You stay away from Fang Yuan in the future."
Upon hearing this, Cao Ci immediately became anxious, "Master, Junior Brother Fang Yuan is lacking essence and longevity. If you let other junior sisters go, you would be harming them. I have ample essence and longevity, please let me go."
"I said no means no!" Min Hong's tone became heavier, then she turned to look at Murong Qing, "You take Hu Xiaoyu inside. If it's not enough, go notify your Senior Sister and have her come out of seclusion."
"This disciple obeys." Murong Qing's face lit up with joy, and she secretly glanced at Cao Ci.
Fang Yuan's secret would eventually be revealed. Before others discovered it, she had to make good use of this time to drain Fang Yuan dry.
Looking at Murong Qing's back, Cao Ci's expression was uncertain.
Fang Yuan definitely has a problem!
Since the soft approach doesn't work, then it's time for the hard approach!
