After the Venerable of Five Elements' phantom dispersed, Saint King Peak returned to tranquility.
Fang Qing did not immediately leave seclusion and slaughter his way through all directions. Instead, he became even more composed.
His master had already made it clear that no one above the Legendary Realm would dare bully the young with their seniority. Thus, he had even fewer concerns and only needed to advance steadily at his own pace.
So, in the days that followed, Fang Qing continued to keep a low profile. Most of his time was spent in secluded cultivation deep within Saint King Hall. When he occasionally appeared, it was only to lecture within the peak, guide the faction's disciples, or handle necessary faction affairs.
His aura became increasingly rounded and restrained. Unless he deliberately released it, he was almost no different from an ordinary person. Yet if an expert probed him with Spiritual Sense, they would sense terrifying power as deep and unfathomable as an abyss or sea hidden beneath that calm exterior.
His prestige did not diminish because of his low profile. Instead, as the Saint King Faction grew stronger and his shocking cultivation of Ninth Life Seizing became known, his name resounded ever more loudly both within and beyond the academy.
Many disciples and even elders spoke Fang Qing's name with reverence and admiration.
Yet this posture of calmly sitting tight drove certain people mad with impatience.
Within Lingxiao Courtyard, Xie Feng's expression darkened by the day.
The spies he had sent reported that Fang Qing almost never left Saint King Peak and acted without exposing a single flaw.
Several times, he had wanted to provoke trouble or send people to test him, but he could not find a suitable opportunity.
Force his way onto Saint King Peak? That would mean