"Fang Han, I know you. You got a few magic treasures and started throwing your weight around. I've seen plenty of people like you. Since childhood, I've slain demons and exterminated devils, fought through countless battles, ventured into devil dens, stormed demon lairs, survived nine deaths and a single life. I came through wind and rain to cultivate this body of divine abilities. How could you possibly compare to me?"
Mystic Iron Zhenren faced Fang Han with absolute confidence. In his view, Fang Han had merely stumbled into the Yellow Springs Diagram through blind luck. Otherwise, what right did he have to act arrogantly in front of him? The conflict between Fang Han and Hua Tiandu had also begun over a magic treasure. Anyone who could cultivate to the Unified Realm of the Mystic Divine Realm was no fool. Since he had chosen to provoke Fang Han, he had naturally investigated him first. He only dared to do so because he was completely confident.
Unfortunately, his intelligence had only scratched the surface. But that could not be blamed on him. After all, no one could have imagined that Fang Han's strength would improve so quickly. Hua Tiandu had not expected it either.
"That Fang Han again. He's really been making a name for himself lately."
"Yeah. I heard he can actually refine Nascent Soul Pills. The pill formula is one thing, but the materials are incredibly difficult to find. I really don't know how he manages to refine so many."
Whenever Inner Disciples fought on the Tianxing Platform, there were naturally plenty of spectators. Many of them had come because they were curious about how Fang Han could refine Nascent Soul Pills in such large quantities. The formula for the Nascent Soul Pill was not confidential, but some of its