Chapter 92: Xu Yuan Jiankong, What Nerve You Have

Prince Bao spoke in a tone of accusation, addressing a man.

Fang Yu's gaze swept over and he saw that this man was wearing a Daoist robe of jade-green color — it was neither the ceremonial robe of an outer disciple nor that of an inner disciple; it seemed to be a spiritual artifact.

The fact that his clothing was actually a spiritual artifact immediately revealed how extraordinary this person was.

Having a spiritual artifact to protect the body, shielding the physical form from demonic harm — such a spiritual artifact robe was far more important than a spiritual artifact flying sword.

The physical body is the source of divine abilities; even after one has cultivated to the Divine Ability Secret Realm, one must still carefully protect one's body. If the physical body is slain, the divine abilities vanish along with it, reduced to ash and smoke.

"Senior Brother Yuan!"

Seeing this man appear, many who recognized him hurried to pay their respects.

"It's actually Yuan Jiankong, Senior Brother Yuan, ranked tenth on the Shanhe Rankings!"

Princess Hongyi also recognized this person.

The inner disciples numbered four to five thousand in total — all of them figures at the 9th Stage of Physical Body or the 10th Stage of Physical Body, or possessing top-grade Dharma artifacts, or possessing spiritual artifacts.

Once a year, the inner disciples would hold a competition; the top ten experts in the competition would earn a place on the Shanhe Rankings, and at the same time receive lavish rewards from the Men Sect — elixirs or spiritual artifacts — to help them better cultivate and break through to the Divine Ability Secret Realm.

It could be said that the top ten inner disciples on the Shanhe Rankings held extremely high status, even enjoying the power of life and death on par with true disciples, respected by others wherever they went.

And now, Xu Yuan Jiankong, ranked tenth on the Shanhe Rankings, had arrived here.

"So you are Fang Yu? I hear that among the outer disciples, relying on some backing, you have wantonly bullied other disciples. But you should know that this Yuhua Sect is not the Fang family estate! When I find the time to meet Fang Qingxue, I shall have to ask her properly how she manages her people."

At that moment, Xu Yuan Jiankong, tenth on the Shanhe Rankings, turned his gaze toward Fang Yu and spoke coldly.

"Oh?"

Hearing these words, a hint of a smile appeared on Fang Yu's face.

A 10th Stage of Physical Body cultivator presuming to question Fang Qingxue, who is at the 4th Stage of Divine Abilities — that takes some nerve.

"Bai Chi."

Two words left his mouth.

Crack-crackle-pop.

Suddenly, Fang Yu's body contracted, shot forward, swift as lightning, and in the blink of an eye he was right in front of Xu Yuan Jiankong. His sinews and bones jolted, a long roar of detonation rang out within his body, his five fingers spread wide, and he slammed down directly from above.