Chapter 322

"Another contribution for Yuhua Sect? Speak up—what do you want in return?"

Elder Tian Xing, hearing Fang Yu's voice, saw his earlier solemn expression vanish, replaced by a smile.

What is this legendary genius of Yuhua Sect planning now? He clearly remembered the chaos this one caused on the Elder Tian Xing Platform.

"Elder Tian Xing, I wish to make a contribution to Yuhua Sect—and also obtain some Zhong Sheng Yuanli."

Fang Yu spoke, gesturing with his hand; a crystal card appeared in midair, bearing clearly the character "one hundred million."

One person, one dragon—equals one hundred million.

"You're trying to obtain Zhong Sheng Yuanli? So you're aiming to open a second brain? Very well. Since you've made sufficient contributions to the sect, I'll grant your request."

Elder Tian Xing stared at another hundred-million crystal card; his expression was strange, yet with the card in hand, the powerful elder's demeanor softened.

"Wait here for a moment—I'll arrange it immediately."

As Elder Tian Xing spoke, his entire body vanished.

Zhong Sheng Yuanli, of course, Yuhua Sect possessed it—but disciples rarely exchanged for it, for their cultivation base was insufficient; they couldn't even afford Five Element Treasures, let alone waste funds on Zhong Sheng Yuanli.

So Elder Tian Xing had to go deep into the Yuhua Heavenly Palace to retrieve some Zhong Sheng Yuanli.

"Yes."

Fang Yu nodded and waited in place.

He had no fear Elder Tian Xing would steal his elixirs—it was impossible.

He was pondering the incident where the three True Disciples of Tianmen were "killed" by Ying Ying Tianqing of Xiantianmo Sect; clearly, it wasn't Ying Ying Tianqing who did it—no matter how arrogant he was, he'd tread carefully against Tianmen.

In truth, only one from the Fang family could have done it: Fang Han.

That man feared nothing—not heaven, not earth. He'd risk his life to overthrow an emperor. Even if a disciple of Tianmen, the number-one immortal sect, flaunted his power before him, Fang Han would secretly kill him and frame someone else.

This time, the blame fell on the Demon Marshal, Ying Ying Tianqing.

Naturally, with Ying Ying Tianqing's pride, he wouldn't explain after being misunderstood by Tianmen—thus, the Immortal-Demon War erupted.

What would happen next?

While Fang Yu was lost in thought, Elder Tian Xing returned, holding a gourd. When he shook it slightly, a pure force emanated from within.

This force was neither magic power nor Xu Yuan Qi; if one perceived it with spirit, one would sense countless living beings inside, endlessly praying, beseeching—pure, unadulterated wishes manifesting within.

"Fang Yu, this is the Zhong Sheng Yuanli you requested. This gourd contains the prayers of eighty million living beings cultivated by Yuhua Sect over twenty years—I believe it will greatly aid your cultivation base."

Elder Tian Xing waved his hand, and the gourd landed before Fang Yu.

Fang Yu reached out and seized it at once—he felt its immense weight. Peering inside, he saw boundless Zhong Sheng Yuanli, glowing a faint golden hue—not the color of gold, but of golden-yellow crystal.

This crystal symbolized purity, preciousness, devotion, beauty, and wish.

Holding a gourd of Zhong Sheng Yuanli, Fang Yu felt like a transcendent master, for Zhong Sheng Yuanli inherently suppressed evil thoughts, calmed the mind, and aided cultivators in their practice.

"Thank you, Elder."

Fang Yu sensed the vastness of the gourd's Zhong Sheng Yuanli; his heart swelled with joy. With this, not only could he open a second brain—he might even open a third, fourth, or fifth.

The perfected Panwu Dali Divine Art could open nine brains—terribly fearsome. In past years, Wan Luo, who had fought Fang Yu, had only managed to open a second brain, hence his magic power was double that of others.

Yet Wan Luo's version of Panwu Dali Divine Art, obtained from Hua Tiandu, was incomplete; even at its peak, it could open only seven brains—unlike Hua Tiandu's complete version, which could open nine.

But that wasn't an issue—first, open the second brain.

"You've contributed to Yuhua Sect—this is rightfully yours. Fang Yu, after you've cultivated further, go out and observe—see what's truly happening in the Immortal and Demon realms. If necessary, demonstrate the strength of Yuhua Sect's outstanding genius."

After handing Fang Yu the gourd, Elder Tian Xing did not leave immediately but spoke again.

"Also, travel more over the seas. Watch for new movements. I suspect they won't strike everyone at once—they must have a forward base. Find it and expose them."

As Elder Tian Xing spoke these words, he did not speak aloud—he transmitted a mental impression.

Especially that "they"—clearly referred to the Divine Clan.

"Yes, Elder."

Fang Yu grunted.

"Alright, go cultivate."

Fang Yu then bid farewell to the Elder and headed straight for his Yufeng Peak.

He now had sufficient Zhong Sheng Yuanli—his immediate priority was to open his second brain.

To open a second brain, one must first achieve Heavenly Man Resonance. This was no difficulty—he was already a Heavenly Man Realm cultivator; achieving Heavenly Man Resonance posed no problem.

After achieving Heavenly Man Resonance, Fang Yu levitated into the air, his body entwined with Zhong Sheng Yuanli. Especially above his Tianmen, it seemed an infinite vortex, drawing in vast amounts of Zhong Sheng Yuanli, undergoing profound, mysterious transformations.

This process was extremely dangerous—no slightest disturbance could be tolerated. Yet atop Yufeng Peak, within the Five Hell King Cauldron, no one could possibly interfere.

Thus, this most perilous process proceeded step by step, following the mysterious methods of Panwu Dali Divine Art, without a single error. Fang Yu felt the Zhong Sheng Yuanli merging into his mind, opening a second mental sea—distinct from his original one—a spiritual space slowly unfolding.

Previously, his mind was filled entirely with vast arrays and surging magic power—his mind was a torrent capable of moving mountains and filling seas. Now, with the second mental sea opened, much of that magic power flowed into the new space, relieving the congestion of his original mind.

Instantly, Fang Yu felt a beneficial enhancement throughout his mind—his reaction speed, spell-casting speed, and cultivation speed all surged dramatically, nearly doubling.

This sensation was incredibly comfortable.

His magic power remained at one hundred million Xuan Huang Horse Powers—no increase—but his flexibility in wielding divine arts and magic power soared. His body felt lighter by an incalculable degree, and his magic power's upper limit rose sharply—to two hundred million Xuan Huang Horse Powers.

Think of it: a 5th Stage of Divine Abilities cultivator reaching two hundred million Xuan Huang Horse Powers—wouldn't that be unimaginable to other Heavenly Man Realm experts?

Such a Heavenly Man Realm cultivator could overpower even Return to Oneness Realm cultivators—and even Golden Core Realm ones.

Of course, returning to the point: reaching Return to Oneness Realm and crushing enemies by realm superiority was also immensely satisfying.

Cultivation isn't always about killing across realms. Being able to cultivate faster and crush enemies through realm dominance is the mark of a true genius.

Fang Yu now turned his thoughts to breaking through to Return to Oneness Realm.

This matter might be worth planning.

"With the second brain opened, I should venture out again for training—and also attend to Elder Tian Xing's instructions."

Fang Yu rose at once from his meditation, having opened his second brain, and prepared to depart.