A Personal Disciple Upon Entering the Sect

"Who are you?"

Gu Li stared at Fang Wang, her delicate brows tightly furrowed as she carefully assessed him. Anyone who dared step forward now was surely no simple person. Had she misjudged him? Did this boy possess some great background?

Everyone was scrutinizing Fang Wang, including True Person Greedy Sleep.

Fang Wang said calmly, "My name is Fang Wang. How about you and I spar first? The winner earns the right to fight everyone alone. What do you say?"

As soon as he said this, people immediately began egging them on. Everyone present came from Immortal Cultivation Aristocratic Clans. Though they did not dare rashly step forward themselves, seeing someone undermine Gu Li's pride still thrilled them.

Most people feared the name of the Luobei Gu Family, but the rest were merely cautious. They felt that rashly competing for the position of Personal Disciple might leave them unable even to contend for Sword-Holding Disciple, and facing the siege of fifty-one people, they would likely be defeated before they could display their strength.

True Person Greedy Sleep stood to one side, stroking his beard with the look of someone enjoying a show. He had no intention of stopping them.

Gu Li stepped forward two paces and raised a hand to draw a slender sword from behind her back. It was only two fingers wide, yet four feet long, its blade gleaming with cold light.

"Then let's try it!" Gu Li said forcefully, raising her sword to point at Fang Wang.

Fang Wang raised his right arm and lifted the Flying Sword in his hand, but he quickly released it. The Flying Sword floated in midair.

Gu Li narrowed her eyes and immediately swung her sword. A slash shot forth, Sword Qi crisscrossing as it charged at Fang Wang with unstoppable force, sweeping up billowing dust and sand along the way.

Fang Wang suddenly swept his right hand. The Flying Sword erupted with terrifying speed, like a streak of cold light. It tore through the Sword Qi before it, scattered the gusting winds, and in almost an instant stopped before Gu Li's forehead.

The sword wind blew away Gu Li's bamboo hat, tearing off her veil along with it and revealing an incomparably beautiful face. At this moment, that exquisite face was filled with astonishment.

Looking at the Flying Sword hovering before her, Gu Li's entire body stiffened. The sword tip was reflected in her pupils, gleaming with cold starlight, and cold sweat involuntarily seeped from her forehead.

Everyone was frightened, and even Zhou Xue raised her brows.

I really didn't misjudge him. But this boy's Sword Control Technique...

Based on Fang Wang's performance that night, Zhou Xue felt that his true strength was far beyond what his cultivation could reveal. That was why she had pushed him forward. Seeing that he had trained his Sword Control Technique to such a level pleasantly surprised her. At that speed just now, even some Spirit Sculpting Realm cultivators might not have been able to achieve it.

That made sense. Back then, Fang Wang had used an ordinary mortal sword, while the sword in his hand now was a magical sword.

Yet this magical sword was among the most ordinary kinds, and he had still unleashed such might. Where exactly was this boy's limit?

True Person Greedy Sleep was also startled. He stared intently at Fang Wang, his eyes practically shining.

Such domineering control. With such fierce speed, he could stop it instantly. Even I nearly failed to react just now. True Person Greedy Sleep secretly felt lingering fear. If Gu Li had died here, that would have been troublesome.

The Luobei Gu Family was not to be trifled with!

He had no choice but to steel himself and watch Fang Wang closely, afraid that the boy might strike too ruthlessly.

The Taiyuan Sect disciples behind him all wore expressions as though they had seen a ghost. Was this boy really in the Qi Nurturing Realm?

Fang Wang did not look at Gu Li. Instead, he swept his gaze over the others and asked, "I will be the Personal Disciple candidate. Who objects?"

No one dared answer. All of them watched him as if facing a great enemy, some even silently taking out their magical artifacts.

The corners of Zhou Xue's lips curled up slightly. This boy's edge is truly sharp. He usually seems reserved, yet when it is time to contend, he possesses such imposing momentum. If he had not died on the Night of the Clan Annihilation in his previous life, how high would he have risen?

Though she thought this, she likewise took out a magical artifact—the yellow talisman previously used by Daoist in Green.

Fang Wang caught sight of this, and his heart skipped a beat. You're not actually going all out, are you?

We're on the same side!

Fang Wang twisted his right hand inward. The Flying Sword hovering before Gu Li's forehead suddenly flew back and landed in his palm.

Gu Li's heart pounded like a drum. Looking at Fang Wang, she felt as though she were in a daze.

In that instant just now, she had sensed the breath of death. If he had wanted to kill her, she definitely would not have been able to evade it.

Why was the gap so enormous?

She had not even unleashed her Five Saints Sword Technique...

At this moment, she recalled her father's words. "The Taiyuan Sect bears the signs of soaring into the sky. Exceptional geniuses will surely emerge there. Once you arrive, you must not be careless."

Fang Wang did not care what Gu Li was thinking. Seeing the others shift their steps and surround him from all directions, he knew that Sword Control Technique alone would not be enough to handle the present situation.

With that thought, he thrust the Flying Sword in his hand into the dirt and faced the encirclement from every direction empty-handed.

That was how everyone perceived it. Just as someone could no longer hold back, Fang Wang raised his right hand, palm facing downward.

A domineering aura erupted from Fang Wang's body. The dust beneath his feet howled into the air, and three fireballs condensed behind his head, hanging there like miniature suns. His robes billowed as his expression turned cold and stern.

"This is..."

"How is that possible!"

True Person Greedy Sleep and Zhou Xue were both shocked. The former was delighted, while the latter was purely stunned.

The Mysterious Sun Scripture!

Zhou Xue had claimed that she had not mastered it before ascending, but that had merely been to frighten Fang Wang. In truth, she had once cultivated the Mysterious Sun Scripture to the sixth level, only to abandon it later for other reasons.

Those six levels alone had taken her decades. How long had Fang Wang been cultivating?

Looking at the three clusters of blazing fire behind Fang Wang's head, it was clear that he had achieved far more than merely the first level. She suddenly suspected that Fang Wang might have reached the seventh level she had never attained.

No wonder this boy's cultivation had grown so quickly. He had actually cultivated the Mysterious Sun Scripture to such a level, and it had only been a little over a month...

Such a genius had actually been born in Great Qi. Zhou Xue suddenly sensed the power of fate. Perhaps somewhere in the unseen, a force was directing the destiny of the Fang Family.

In this life, Fang Wang had survived. Then the world was about to change.

Though Zhou Xue found it unbelievable, it had not reached the point where she could not accept it. After all, she had ascended before and had seen even more monstrous talents.

"Attack!"

The Black-robed Man wearing a bamboo hat was the first to speak. As he spoke, he slammed his palm against the ground. The book case on his back opened, and black arrows shot toward Fang Wang one after another.

The others immediately unleashed their respective spells, all choosing to attack from afar. Even Zhou Xue made her move, her yellow talisman erupting with dozens of golden rays.

In an instant, multicolored light engulfed Fang Wang.

Fang Wang's gaze sharpened. His right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and the three fireballs behind his head abruptly exploded, transforming into a surging sea of flames that swept outward. It scattered the spells and magical artifacts from every direction, the rising waves of fire a spectacular sight.

The next moment, Fang Wang charged out with Shadowless Steps. Having reached the ninth level great completion of the Mysterious Sun Scripture, he no longer feared any flame. In only three steps, he arrived before a cultivator.

He struck out with a palm, swift as a gale and forceful as thunder.

That cultivator was sent flying directly, vomiting blood in midair.

Fang Wang turned and swept out with a kick toward the female cultivator beside him. He was not merely an immortal cultivator, but also a martial artist. His physical reaction speed was extremely fast. Spiritual energy gathered in his right leg as he kicked her directly in the face, knocking her unconscious on the spot.

He continued attacking the next person. He had to defeat all his opponents in the shortest possible time, because his spiritual energy was limited and he could not maintain such battle intensity for long.

The spiritual energy of the Mysterious Sun Scripture was incomparably domineering. When Fang Wang used Xuan Yang Spiritual Energy to perform the martial technique True Dragon Palm, what emerged was not dragon-shaped True Qi, but a magnificent fire dragon. It rampaged forward, defeating several cultivators along the way.

The black-clothed man in the bamboo hat rushed behind Fang Wang, intending to launch a surprise attack while he was unprepared. Yet Fang Wang evaded with Shadowless Steps, causing the long staff in his hand to strike empty air.

Fang Wang turned and launched a True Dragon Palm. The man evaded it, but the cultivators behind him could not.

Several more people were sent flying, their bodies covered in flames.

The observing Taiyuan Sect disciples hurriedly made their moves, rescuing these new disciples being burned by the fire. Yet to their horror, they discovered that the flames were not easy to extinguish, forcing them to use spells.

Fortunately, the flames suddenly vanished, making them breathe a sigh of relief.

Fang Wang was responsible for that. At the ninth level great completion of the Mysterious Sun Scripture, his control over True Mysterious Sun Fire had reached its limit. He also feared burning these people to death.

In less than ten breaths, half the people had already lost their combat ability. The remaining cultivators all leaped back, not daring to let him get close.

Fang Wang was swift as an arrow, constantly seeking targets. His True Dragon Palm was too domineering; no one could withstand its edge. When Zhou Xue appeared before him, Fang Wang did not go easy on her. The two fought as though they did not know one another.

Zhou Xue actually exchanged palms with him!

Boom—

As their palms collided, a violent gale suddenly rose. Fang Wang frowned. He felt a sinister spiritual energy, like a venomous snake seeking to erode his Xuan Yang Spiritual Energy. Fortunately, his Xuan Yang Spiritual Energy was strong enough.

True Person Greedy Sleep could not help looking at Zhou Xue, his eyes lighting up as he thought that she was another genius.

He immediately placed Zhou Xue among the Sword-Holding Disciples.

Just as that thought arose, Zhou Xue spat blood and flew backward, falling several yards away. She tried to get back up but failed several times.

Fang Wang truly admired her. Her acting was flawless, without a single seam.

From that palm clash just now, he could almost confirm that Zhou Xue was no weaker than him.

Thinking carefully, it made sense. Zhou Xue could not possibly have passed her strongest cultivation technique to him. If he had been reborn, he likewise would not have nurtured someone stronger than himself.

He could care for his clansmen and help them improve, but he could not possibly pour everything into them and allow them to grow to the point of slipping beyond his control.

Once Zhou Xue was defeated, the rest were even less of a match for him. The vast majority were between the fifth and eighth levels of the Qi Nurturing Realm. Only three had reached the ninth level of the Qi Nurturing Realm, including Gu Li and the Black-robed Man.

Very quickly, only the Black-robed Man remained fighting Fang Wang. This fellow's movement technique was exceptionally impressive, making it impossible for Fang Wang to hit him in a short time.

The Black-robed Man felt the same way, and was even more frustrated. Whenever his spells approached Fang Wang, they were scattered by the fireballs behind Fang Wang's head, proving utterly useless. After the two exchanged more than ten rounds, Fang Wang's True Dragon Palm came from a tricky angle. Caught off guard, the Black-robed Man instinctively met it with his palm.

That exchange meant defeat!

After falling to the ground, the black-clothed man clutched his chest, spat out blood, and lost his ability to fight.

Fang Wang turned to look at Gu Li, who had not made a move the entire time. Gu Li had been watching from afar. Feeling his gaze, she slightly shook her head to indicate that she conceded.

"Good! Very good!"

True Person Greedy Sleep laughed loudly and shouted, "Fang Wang has advanced to Personal Disciple! Since the founding of the Taiyuan Sect, he is the first new disciple to become a Personal Disciple upon entering the sect!"

His voice echoed beneath the vault of heaven. The observing Taiyuan Sect disciples all looked at Fang Wang with complicated expressions.

The Taiyuan Sect valued not only cultivation talent, but also combat talent. The two were often inseparable.

True Person Greedy Sleep had already begun anticipating what grade Fang Wang's Treasure Spirit would be after Spirit Molding, and whether it could catch up to that boy.