Chapter 51: Thank You, Young Lady, for the Yuan Chen Spirit Art

"You've already cultivated to the 8th Stage of Physical Body, the Realm of Divine Valor? How did you manage it?"

Fang Tong, the Giant Hand, stared at Fang Yu in utter shock, his expression one of disbelief.

Just recently, Fang Yu had barely broken through to the 5th Stage of Physical Body, the Realm of Divine Power—how could he have made such a leap after just one outing, advancing from the Realm of Divine Power, skipping Qi Refinement and Internal Strengthening, and directly reaching the Realm of Divine Valor?

When he himself broke through from the 7th to the 8th Stage of Physical Body, it took him a full eight years.

Precisely because of those eight years, his cultivation base had nearly reached its limit; now middle-aged, he remained stuck at the 8th Stage of Physical Body, the Realm of Divine Valor, with no hope of breaking through to the 9th Stage of Physical Body, the Realm of Spirit Communication.

It was a tragedy, but this realm was still sufficient to instruct the younger Fang clan disciples.

"Uncle Tong, on this trip I gained some opportunities, which allowed me to break through to the Realm of Divine Valor."

Fang Yu, seeing Fang Tong's stunned expression, recounted his experiences.

It was a clichéd tale of a fortuitous encounter: traveling abroad, accidentally stumbling into a Secret Realm, swallowing several elixirs, and acquiring an ancient elder's magic treasure.

"Uncle Tong, on this trip I also obtained two magic treasures—stronger in power than the magical weapon sword the Young Lady bestowed upon me."

Fang Yu put on a look of delight and unleashed the power of the Vajra Club; instantly, purple lightning and thunder erupted from it, enveloping Fang Yu and making him resemble an ancient Thunder God.

"Heavens, you actually obtained a magic treasure of this caliber? This rank must be at the Spirit Weapon level?"

Fang Tong was no fool; though he'd never seen a Spirit Weapon, this power was clearly superior to a magical weapon—that could only be a Spirit Weapon.

"This must be reported immediately. It's a great joy for our Fang clan! Report it at once!"

Fang Tong's face glowed with excitement; he immediately prepared to take Fang Yu to meet the clan master.

Fang Yu nodded, retracted the Vajra Club's power, and went to see Fang Zetao.

"What? One of our Fang clan disciples has gained such fortune, breaking through to the Realm of Divine Valor and acquiring a Spirit Weapon? This is a momentous occasion!"

Upon hearing Fang Tong's report, Fang Zetao hurried to meet Fang Yu; the Fang clan's Young Lady, Fang Qingxue, was also present, turning her gaze toward him with a look of surprise.

"Yes, Clan Master, I accidentally entered a Secret Realm and gained some benefits."

Fang Yu said.

He currently possessed two magic treasures: the Vajra Club and a string of six beads forming a stupa. He did not reveal any other magic treasures.

"Let me see."

A cold, clear voice rang out in the chamber—Fang Qingxue spoke; without any motion, both the Vajra Club and the six-bead stupa floated to her before her.

Without touching them, merely by will, she drew them near—this was something only a cultivator of the Divine Ability Secret Realm could accomplish.

This was the magic power cultivated by a Divine Ability Secret Realm cultivator.

"Such treasures were recorded in the Yellow Great World—they appear to be relics of the ancient Gufu Sect."

Fang Qingxue, with her vast experience and knowledge of ancient Gufu Sect lore, examined the Vajra Club and the six stupa beads for a moment, then nodded. "Excellent, excellent. For our Fang clan to produce a disciple with such fortune—there's even a chance you'll reach the Divine Ability Secret Realm."

Without any motion from Fang Qingxue, both the Vajra Club and the six stupa beads returned to Fang Yu's hands.

Fang Qingxue's gaze fixed on him; her eyes seemed to see through every part of his body.

"Your body indeed contains an extraordinarily dense vitality—beyond imagination. If you could refine and absorb this vitality and medicinal power, ascending another level would be no problem."

Fang Qingxue paused, then flicked her finger; something formless and intangible coalesced into the shape of a book, appearing before Fang Yu.

On the cover of the book were five large characters: "Yuan Chen Spirit Art."

"Your cultivation has reached the 8th Stage of Physical Body, the Realm of Divine Valor; your body has developed countless membranes. To advance further, you must cultivate your spirit—you need a method to train the spirit. This Yuan Chen Spirit Art is the technique used by inner-disciples of the Yuhuaxian Sect to cultivate spirit. I now bestow it upon you; train it diligently."

Fang Qingxue's cold voice rang out. "Once you enter the Spirit Communication Realm, it will be another turning point—you'll gain the spiritual power to perceive an enemy's vitality. At the 10th Stage, the Realm of Divine Transformation, you'll achieve perfect recall. Only by cultivating your spirit can you possibly break through to the Divine Ability Secret Realm."

"Thank you, Young Lady!"

Instantly, joy spread across Fang Yu's face.

The Yuan Chen Spirit Art was a scripture only inner-disciples of the Yuhua Sect could cultivate—but now, Fang Qingxue had bestowed it upon him outright; to him, it was like receiving firewood in the snow.