Chapter 382: I Am Fang Yu, the Arrogant Fang Yu

"Fang Yu, it's been some time since we last met. Your training has returned you changed in extraordinary ways."

Li Ruoyu, lord of Zhuofeng, invited Fang Yu to accompany him, the old man despite his calm nature still curious about what kind of encounter Fang Yu had experienced, and why his cultivation speed could be so swift.

"While traveling, one inevitably encounters strange fortunes. But Master, you have comprehended the natural way—everything under heaven and earth serves you, your cultivation base grows ever deeper."

Fang Yu walked beside Li Ruoyu, still addressing him as Master.

When he first joined Zhuofeng, seeking its inheritance, he could rightly be called a disciple of Zhuofeng; now that his cultivation has grown strong, there is no need to deny what came before.

"Good. To have a disciple like you is truly a blessing in life."

Li Ruoyu's gaze shifted to Fang Yu, seeing how this former student—once known to him only in passing—still called him "Master," and he felt profound emotion.

At this point, even if Fang Yu addressed him as "fellow Daoist," he could accept it.

But to still call him Master—that is to never forget the past; such a quality is exceedingly precious.

The two entered the main hall of Zhuofeng and sat down separately.

"I'm also curious what you've learned out there. Shall we discuss the Dao together?"

Li Ruoyu spoke, his expression filled with curiosity.

"Agreed."

Fang Yu nodded.

As his words fell, the space around Li Ruoyu seemed to become an ocean—a boundless sea of natural force.

Heaven and earth, nature, all things arise; with every movement, infinite power is summoned. This space seemed able to contain all things, as if capable of embracing limitless magic power.

This was the Way of Nature.

The inheritance of Zhuofeng had not appeared in the world for many ages, but once comprehended, it placed the comprehender in a state of eternal invincibility.

Fang Yu's face showed surprise. Back then, on Zhuofeng, he had been only at the 3rd Stage of Divine Abilities in the Gang Qi Realm. Though he had glimpsed some subtleties of the Way of Nature, his realm was too low—he had not yet formed a great array. Now, seeing Li Ruoyu manifest the Way of Nature, he truly perceived its extraordinary mystery.

With this Way unleashed, Li Ruoyu stood on ground of invincibility—no matter what divine technique or Famen struck into this boundless natural force, it would dissipate.

Since he wished to test Nature, Fang Yu decided to use something unnatural.

Not the Great Five Elements Art, not the Great Cutting Art, not the Great Slaughter Art, not the Great Origin Art.

Fang Yu simply reached out and summoned—a black storm, a red flame, rising up: the Black Sun Wind Calamity and the Great Sun Fire Calamity from the Life Great World.

The moment the black storm appeared, it instantly grew, transforming into a terrifying black tornado.

The black wind carried the aura of calamity; when it howled, it seemed ready to turn the entire world into chaos.

The Great Sun Fire Calamity, fed by the wind, expanded into a sky-full of fire calamity. Within the flames, it appeared as if it would burn away the flesh and soul of cultivators, returning them to nature.

Cultivators come from nature, and should also return to nature.

Wind and fire together bringing calamity—this was a great calamity of heaven and earth, meant to obliterate all life and return all to chaos. Any being that absorbed Xu Yuan Qi must expel all of it—that was cause and effect.

This wind-fire calamity carried the very taste of judgment.

The so-called natural way was instantly scorched of all Xu Yuan Qi, utterly unable to resist.

"What art is this?"

Li Ruoyu's expression changed slightly—this wind, this fire, possessed such terrifying power, and even subtly radiated an aura that stirred heaven's calamities. It was truly fearsome.

This was not a Dao or divine technique any human realm cultivator could possibly master.

He was about to speak again when Fang Yu immediately retracted the Black Sun Wind Calamity and the Great Sun Fire Calamity, standing still in the midst of the hall.

"During my travels, I comprehended the calamities of heaven and earth, and gained these: the Black Sun Wind Calamity and the Great Sun Fire Calamity. Only one final apocalypse calamity remains beyond my grasp."

Fang Yu spoke.

"Black Sun Wind Calamity, Great Sun Fire Calamity? Fang Yu, what you've comprehended and mastered exceeds what any human can possibly control. This will surely bring you many calamities in the future."

Li Ruoyu pondered their exchange, his face solemn.

"But since you've comprehended these terrifying wind and fire calamities, it proves your genius. As for your desire to grasp that apocalypse calamity—just the name sounds utterly terrifying. Wind and fire are enough. Why seek the apocalypse calamity?"

Li Ruoyu rose, sighing repeatedly, "I once told my disciples: you are the first senior brother of Zhuofeng. Now, seeing you comprehend wind and fire calamities, master such supreme Dao, even if you were to establish a new branch within Zhuofeng, why not? If you wish, I can speak to the Zhang Sect and this should not be difficult."

"Establish a new branch?"

Fang Yu's thoughts stirred—this idea was not bad. Though of little practical use, it might yet prove useful.

Just as he was considering whether to accept, outside the main hall, several disciples arrived.

"Disciples request audience with Master."

The leader was a young man in water-blue robes, appearing somewhat haughty, followed by many others.

"Come in."

Li Ruoyu moved and spoke.

A flurry of people entered, first bowing to Li Ruoyu, then all eyes turned to Fang Yu.

"Master, we heard someone arrived at Zhuofeng, and that he is our senior brother. Is this true?"

The blue-robed youth spoke bluntly.

"Indeed, he is our senior brother of Zhuofeng. Have you met your senior brother?"

Li Ruoyu shook his head, then nodded, speaking calmly.

"Hmm, really?"

"Does Zhuofeng truly have a senior brother? What is his origin?"

"Hua is a disciple of Xingfeng—he came to Zhuofeng, so he should be senior brother. How could he qualify?"

Seeing Li Ruoyu confirm this, all faces showed astonishment; several disciples were resentful, but the blue-robed youth smiled, bowed, and his eyes gleamed.

"Greetings, Senior Brother."

Upon his words, the other disciples began bowing too, though their movements were reluctant.

"You may not know my reputation—understandable. My name is Fang Yu. I may not possess boundless magic power or vast divine abilities, but I have enough. You will learn that becoming my junior brother is something countless beings would envy. If others learn you are my junior brothers, they will treat you with great respect."

Fang Yu saw the blue-robed youth and the others bowing, knowing they would soon challenge him to a test—childish games he had long grown tired of—so he spoke, utterly arrogant, unrestrained.

The words he spoke, he would never say in the Eternal Life Realm.

But here, he spoke them out.

"What? To become his junior brother is something countless beings would envy? That's the most outrageous thing I've ever heard."

"Impudent! Impudent! After all these years of cultivation, I've never met anyone as reckless and arrogant as him. Who does he think he is?"

"I'm dying laughing—this is so bold, I've never been this bold, never said anything so arrogant."

As soon as Fang Yu finished speaking, the group of disciples, led by the blue-robed youth, turned pale with shock, astonishment, even awe—they had never been this bold.

Who among those who entered Zhuofeng first lacks powerful backing? Only those with strong connections can enter Zhuofeng immediately, receive the inheritance, then return to their main peak.

But now, they had encountered an utterly arrogant senior brother.

Even Li Ruoyu, hearing this, shook his head—he hadn't expected Fang Yu to say such a thing. Yet soon he smiled; Fang Yu's words were intriguing, and very likely true.

Let's see then.

Just as the young disciples were about to erupt, Fang Yu rubbed his hands together and summoned countless divine thunderbolts from the void.

Such as the Eastern Wood Divine Thunder, Southern Fire Divine Thunder, Western Metal Divine Thunder, Northern Water Divine Thunder.

These divine thunderbolts flowed and danced in the void, appearing like beads of many colors, strikingly beautiful.

Yet every one of the blue-robed youth and the other disciples felt a dense, crawling fear rise within them—especially deep in their souls, an endless, terrifying peril surged forth, and goosebumps rose involuntarily on their skin.

Having cultivated for years and been meticulously nurtured by their elders, they knew with absolute certainty: this was truly divine thunder. If it exploded, they would die instantly.

Their flesh, their magic treasures, all their methods—none of it mattered before the few divine thunderbolts casually summoned by Senior Brother Fang Yu. They could not resist at all.

They even felt that even if their elders—the peak masters or Supreme Elders—arrived, they too would meet an untimely end.

Fear. Terror. Trembling.