Chapter 86

He felt a long-missed sense of care from this Senior Brother Fang Yu, especially this time when Senior Brother Fang Yu stood up for him and brutally beat the imperial family members of the Daode Dynasty, making him feel for the first time what it truly meant to be a Fang family member.

This concept was novel, yet also beautiful.

"Junior Brother Fang Han, focus on your cultivation these days, seek more battlefield experience—I'm leaving tomorrow for the Inner Disciple examination. If I pass, I'll have time to take you all to the Vast Sea Desert for training."

Fang Yu spoke, gazing at Fang Han, who seemed lost in thought beside him.

"Senior Brother is going to take the Inner Disciple examination? Congratulations, Senior Brother—you've stepped through the gate and earned Inner Disciple status!"

Hearing this, Fang Han immediately knew what to say and began offering his congratulations, while secretly marveling within.

There were hundreds of thousands of Outer Disciples in Yuhua Sect, but only a few thousand Inner Disciples—imagine how difficult it was to rise from Outer to Inner Disciple.

And now, this Senior Brother Fang Yu had only entered the Outer Sect less than a month ago, yet already qualified for the Inner Disciple examination—this speed was simply too fast, too fast.

"The Vast Sea Desert is undergoing great changes now; cultivate hard, gain battlefield experience—you'll easily earn a chance to take the Inner Disciple examination."

Fang Yu smiled, revealing a little more of his secret.

Of course, this wasn't much of a secret anymore, but Fang Han still felt deeply grateful.

"Alright, go cultivate too—I must return to my quarters and train as well. Tomorrow I'll prepare for the Inner Disciple examination."

After speaking a bit longer, Fang Yu returned to his courtyard.

"Yes, Senior Brother."

Fang Han bowed with clasped hands, then departed as well.

Today had brought him many gains.

Fang Yu felt the same—this outing, protecting Fang Han once, striking the Prince of the Blood's face—though trivial, held a certain subtlety.

It would prove useful in the years to come.

When Fang Yu returned to his room, he completely forgot the events that had just transpired.

His cultivation base had reached the Divine Transformation stage; to remember something, he could hold it forever, but to forget something, he could adjust his Divine Transformation acupoint and erase it entirely.

This forgetting allowed him to focus entirely, single-mindedly on his cultivation.

Night passed, he swallowed another Essence Pill, and morning arrived.

Fang Yu held a Purple Flame Sword and strode toward Sky Court—that was where the Inner Disciple examination took place.

"Stop. Show your examination jade tablet."

When Fang Yu reached a massive gate, the four Yuhua Sect Elders standing before the stone portal immediately spoke.

Fang Yu didn't hesitate—he handed over his examination jade tablet.

One Elder took it, glanced at it, raised his hand, and the jade tablet transformed into a streak of spiritual energy that shot into the stone gate.

Boom—

The ancient stone gate opened, and a vast, starry void rushed toward him. Fang Yu gazed inside and saw only an empty vacuum, surging with turbulent energy, yet nothing clear within.

"Enter. As long as you survive ten days and nights in the Demon Battlefield, you pass. The Demon Battlefield is an excellent place for cultivation—if you endure the demons' torment, your spirit will be refined immensely. But if your will is weak and a demon possesses you, you'll either become Bai Chi or die. You still have time to withdraw."

One Elder produced a vial of pills. "These are five Grain Grain Bigu Pills—they'll sustain your physical strength in the Demon Battlefield. Decide whether to take them."

"Of course I'll take them."

Fang Yu took the five Grain Grain Bigu Pills without hesitation and strode forward into the stone gate.

Instantly, he felt the world spinning wildly—as if his head would burst from the rotation; his body surged up and down. Had his physical strength been weaker, he would have vomited on the spot.

Buzzzzz.

As if a million bees hummed in his ears, Fang Yu's body grew light—he found himself gently landing on solid ground, feet planted, the scenery transformed.

Before him stretched a vast, desolate plain, pockmarked with crater-like depressions. Above, no sun—only a dull, gray haze.

Many large stone spheres hung high in the sky, seemingly within reach, yet in truth, they lay ten thousand li away.

Fang Yu had been teleported from Sky Court within Yuhua Sect to the Outer Demon Battlefield.

This distance was farther than his teleportation from Shrouding Heaven Realm's Earth to the planet Yinghuo.

One instant, and he was here.

Fang Yu recalled the Taiji Bagua diagrams flashing repeatedly during his Shrouding Heaven Realm teleportation—different worlds, different methods of spatial transmission.

Here, he had likely passed through a portal set by the Zhang Sect's Supreme Master, instantly arriving in the outer realms.

It appeared more advanced than the Shrouding Heaven Realm's teleportation arrays.

"So this is the Demon Battlefield."

Fang Yu stopped thinking further, observing the desolate plain. He was utterly alone, surrounded by emptiness.

He felt no fear, and walked toward a spot ahead.

He had ten days to explore the Demon Battlefield. If he could find some treasures here, it would be worth the journey.

But the Demon Battlefield was enormous. Even after walking for several hours, he saw no one.

Nor had he seen a single treasure.

Everywhere showed signs of ruin—many things had been devoured by demons. Fortunately, demons didn't eat soil, or this training ground would be gone.

No mineral veins, no water sources, no trees—all utterly desolate.

After walking several hours, Fang Yu finally determined his strategy: wait by the stump and catch the rabbits—wait for the demons to come to him.

His flesh and blood were prime delicacies to demons, having been nourished by Shrouding Heaven Realm's divine herbs, divine springs, and countless elixirs—rich with spiritual energy. If a demon consumed him, it might even ascend to the rank of Demon King.

So he didn't need to seek demons—the demons would naturally seek him.

As he sat cross-legged, continuing to swallow pills and cultivate, a cold wind swept over him—within it floated countless spectral spirits, who, upon seeing Fang Yu, immediately cackled shrilly.

The cold wind shifted, transforming into a dozen beautiful women, gliding gracefully toward him.