Chapter 32

"You have already cultivated to the eighth stage of the physical body, the Realm of Divine Valor? How did you do it?"

The Giant Spirit Hand Fang Tong looked at Fang Yu in extreme shock, his expression one of disbelief.

One must know that not long ago, Fang Yu had just broken through to the fifth stage of the physical body, the Realm of Divine Strength. How could he have made such rapid progress after going out, going from the Realm of Divine Strength, through the Realm of Breath and the Realm of Internal Strengthening, directly to the Realm of Divine Valor!

From the seventh stage of the physical body to the eighth stage, it had taken him a full eight years to break through back then.

It was precisely because of those eight years that his cultivation had almost reached its end; now he was middle-aged and still at the eighth stage of the physical body, the Realm of Divine Valor, and it seemed he had no chance to break through to the ninth stage, the Spirit-Connecting Realm.

This was a sorrow, but at this realm, he could at least teach those Fang family disciples.

"Uncle Tong, I obtained some fortuitous encounters during this trip, which is why I was able to break through to the Realm of Divine Valor."

Fang Yu looked at the shocked Fang Tong and told him about his experience.

This was a very cliché story of obtaining a fortuitous encounter: going out to travel, accidentally breaking into a secret realm, swallowing a few elixirs, and obtaining the magic treasures of an ancient predecessor.

"Uncle Tong, I also obtained two magic treasures during this trip. Compared to the magic sword bestowed by the Young Lady, their power seems even greater."

Fang Yu put on a joyful expression and displayed the power of the Vajra Pestle in his hand. In an instant, many purple lightning bolts appeared on the Vajra Pestle, enveloping Fang Yu and making him look like an ancient Thunder God.

"Heavens, you actually obtained such a magic treasure? With this grade, I'm afraid it has reached the level of a spirit artifact?"

Fang Tong was also someone who knew his stuff; although he had never seen a spirit artifact, this power was clearly stronger than a magic artifact, so it must be a spirit artifact.

"This must be reported. This is a great joyous event for our Fang family! Report it quickly!"

The expression on Fang Tong's face was extremely excited; he immediately wanted to take Fang Yu to see the Family Head.

Fang Yu nodded, withdrew the power of the Vajra Pestle, and went to see Fang Fang Zetao.

"What? A disciple of my Fang family actually had such a fortuitous encounter, broke through to the Realm of Divine Valor, and even obtained a spirit artifact? This is a great thing."

Fang Fang Zetao heard Fang Tong's report and immediately came to see Fang Yu. The Fang family's Young Lady, Fang Fang Fang Fang Fang Qingxue, was also there; she looked over, a look of surprise appearing in her eyes.

"Yes, Family Head. This time I accidentally broke into a secret realm and obtained some benefits."

Fang Yu said.

In his hands, he now had a total of two magic treasures: one was the Vajra Pestle, and the other was a sarira composed of six beads. As for the other magic treasures, he did not take them out.

"Let me see."

A cold, clear voice sounded in the hall. Fang Fang Fang Fang Fang Qingxue spoke, and without any movement from her, both the Vajra Pestle and the sarira composed of six beads appeared before her.

There was no need to hold them with her hands; with a single thought, she could bring the items over. This was exactly what a cultivator in the Supernatural Secret Realm could do.

This was the magic power cultivated by a cultivator in the Supernatural Secret Realm.

"Such treasures seem to have been recorded in the Mysterious Yellow Great World; they appear to be treasures of the ancient Buddhist sect."

Fang Fang Fang Fang Fang Qingxue was, after all, knowledgeable and experienced; she had been to many places and had heard of the ancient Buddhist sect. She examined the Vajra Pestle and the six sarira beads for a moment and nodded. "Not bad, not bad. Among the disciples of my Fang family, one with such a fortuitous encounter has emerged; in the future, it is possible for you to cultivate to the Supernatural Secret Realm."

Without any movement from Fang Fang Fang Fang Fang Qingxue, both the Vajra Pestle and the six sarira beads returned to Fang Yu's hands once again.

Fang Fang Fang Fang Fang Qingxue's gaze looked over; her eyes seemed to be able to see through everything inside Fang Yu's body.

"Your body does indeed contain incomparably rich vitality, beyond imagination. If you refine this vitality and medicinal power, it will be no problem for your strength to reach a higher level."

Fang Fang Fang Fang Fang Qingxue thought for a moment, flicked her finger, and some invisible and intangible things condensed into the shape of a book, which arrived before Fang Yu.

On the cover of this book were written the five large characters: "Yuanchen Spirit Technique."

"Your cultivation has reached the eighth stage of the physical body, the Realm of Divine Valor, and you have cultivated many skin membranes in your body. To go further, you must cultivate your spirit; you must have a method for cultivating the spirit. This Yuanchen Spirit Technique is the method for inner disciples of the Feathered Immortal Sect to cultivate their spirit. I am now bestowing it upon you; you must cultivate it well."

Fang Fang Fang Fang Fang Qingxue's cold, clear voice sounded. "If you enter the Spirit-Connecting Realm, that will be another watershed; you will possess the spiritual power to see through the vitality of your enemies, and when you reach the tenth stage, the Realm of Divine Transformation, you will be able to remember everything you see. Only when your spirit is cultivated will you have the possibility of breaking through to the Supernatural Secret Realm."

"Thank you, Young Lady!"

A look of joy immediately appeared on Fang Yu's face.

The Yuanchen Spirit Technique was a secret manual that only inner disciples of the Feathered Sect could cultivate, but now, Fang Fang Fang Fang Fang Qingxue had bestowed it upon him just like that. For him, this was like sending charcoal in snowy weather.