Chapter 82

Fang Yu cultivated for twenty-four hours—that is, two days—and there was still one day left before the Inner Disciple examination.

He no longer cultivated; instead, he decided to go out for a walk to restore his spirit.

Breaking through from the 9th Stage of Physical Body to the 10th Stage of Physical Body required the Yuan Chen Spirit Technique, using the fire of flesh and blood to illuminate the mind, which drained much of his strength, so now he needed to recover and prepare for the Inner Disciple examination.

When Fang Yu stepped out of his courtyard, dusk had already fallen, and he could see several Yuhua Sect Outer Disciples gathering in groups of three or five, heading toward the Jade Banquet Hall for dinner.

The food at the Jade Banquet Hall was enhanced by the Dao-weapon Five-Qi Immortal Cauldron; even ordinary ingredients could produce the effects of top-grade spiritual medicine, making it extremely popular among Outer Disciples.

No matter how you looked at it, it was many times better than what Outer Disciples ate in the secular world.

Fang Yu also went to the Jade Banquet Hall.

It was still extremely spacious, with many Outer Disciples gathered in groups of three or five, finding spots to eat and chatting.

Fang Yu's hearing was now excellent; though the disciples spoke in low voices, many of their words still reached his ears.

"This Jade Banquet Hall truly opens one's eyes—I once thought I'd seen all the rare delicacies in the Great Xu Dynasty, but now that I've come here, I realize everything I ate before meant nothing."

"Naturally. Yuhuaxian Sect is a Xian Sect—how could the Great Xu Dynasty compare? This time, I've finally entered Yuhua Sect as an Outer Disciple; if I can become an Inner Disciple, even the Emperor of the Great Xu Dynasty will treat me with respect."

"Becoming an Inner Disciple isn't easy. Forget whether you can survive the Demon Battlefield—just getting the chance to take the Inner Disciple examination is already extremely difficult."

"But I recently heard news: the Lan Yue Kingdom was attacked by desert bandits and subterranean demon folk, with shadows of the Demon Daoist Sect behind it. The Queen of Lan Yue has sent a plea for help to our Yuhua Sect—we can seize this opportunity to gain the Inner Disciple examination. It's said this time, there will be 365 opportunities for Inner Disciple examinations!"

"What? So many? We must plan carefully!"

"We absolutely must plan. This is a golden opportunity—many disciples with vast connections have already heard the news and are forming alliances. Look, even several Imperial Princes and Princesses from the Da De Dynasty are plotting this. Hmm, have they brought in new people?"

Voices passed among them, and Fang Yu's gaze followed the voices of those Great Xu Dynasty disciples—he indeed saw several royal youths not far away.

Of course, there was also a familiar figure: Fang Han.

This fellow had now reached the 7th Stage of Physical Body, Internal Strengthening Realm, his strength surging forward rapidly.

Beside him stood a man and a woman: the woman wore a sword, boots, and a fire-jade hairpin with a thumb-sized pearl embedded atop it, glowing brightly; the man held a purple folding fan, exuding a certain air of dignity.

"Liu Kang, are these the allies you brought? They're probably just dragging you down."

Just as Fang Yu was about to walk over, he heard an Imperial Prince of the Da De Dynasty sneer.

"What?"

At these words, Fang Han and the man and woman beside him both frowned.

"Princess Hongyi, your swordplay is mysterious and refined, and you have other techniques besides—you carry a top-grade Dao-weapon, the Gale Talisman—so you're qualified to cooperate with us and aren't dragging us down. What I mean is the person beside you."

Fang Yu saw the royal woman's eyes fixed on Fang Han: "Where did this person come from? Some minor clan's brat? We need experts. Who is he, crawling out from nowhere? A stray cat or dog thinks it can rely on our strength to earn an Inner Disciple qualification? Even if it somehow gets one, it won't pass the examination—wasting a spot."

"What did you say?"

Fang Han licked his lips and spoke through gritted teeth.

Anyone could see Fang Han's anger, but another man from the Da De Dynasty royal family stepped forward.

"You seem dissatisfied? You're only at the 7th Stage of Physical Body, Internal Strengthening Realm. Outside, you might be considered a strong one, but here in Yuhua Sect, you're common as dirt—grab a handful and you'll find dozens. I called you a stray cat or dog, and you're still upset? Then let me see what you've got to complain about."

As he spoke, the Imperial Prince stepped forward, immediately releasing a heavy aura of pressure; everyone around felt it crush down like a mountain.

Especially Fang Han—he felt as if a sovereign had erupted in rage, as if blood would flow a thousand li at once.

The next instant, wind tore through, air exploded, and a palm suddenly appeared before Fang Han as if piercing through emptiness, its force overwhelming, making Fang Han's brows ache.

The prince had struck directly—like a shark tearing, a snake coiling, a tiger hunting a lamb—launching a lethal strike at Fang Han.

"Prince of the Blood!"

The man beside Fang Han turned pale, shouting out as if to stop him—but it was too late.

"Liu Kang, if you move, I won't mind dealing with you too. Just stand there and watch how I handle this stray cat or dog."

The Prince of the Blood spoke again, freezing Liu Kang in place as his fist neared Fang Han's face.

"Watch out—it's the Nine Tyrant Dragon Fist!"

Princess Hongyi shouted urgently.