Going to the White Cloud's End

"You are only a seventh-grade Martial Warrior now, but the Sect Leader doesn't know that. He only knows that during your Initiation Baptism, you were only a fourth-grade Martial Warrior. Yet the Sect Leader still says you can win. Do you know why?"

Sun Yuan said.

Fang Che frowned. This was the thing he couldn't understand the most.

There was a big gap between a fourth-grade Martial Warrior and a first-grade Martial Master.

Why was Yin Shen Gong so sure I could win? Why were they so confident?

Although they knew I had good aptitude and cultivated quickly, there were still less than twenty days left.

In twenty days, how much could I improve at a normal pace?

Moreover, just because I'm improving, does that mean they won't improve? "Because I took you as a disciple, and counting to the fullest, it hasn't even been twenty days. And the Sect Leader knows that when I took you as a disciple, you had just broken through to first-grade Martial Warrior. When the Sect Leader saw you, it had only been half a month, and you were already a fourth-grade Martial Warrior."

Sun Yuan said, "Your cultivation speed is rare in the world. That's the first reason."

"Mm."

"The second reason is that those geniuses of theirs have all been cultivated for more than a year. For us high-level members of the sects, it's almost an open secret. But you, until now, no one knows about you except for me, the Sect Leader, and three Wardens. In other words, you are in the dark, and they are in the light. Even if you defeat them, they will only think that a genius has emerged from the Wardens. The enemy is in the open, and we are in the dark. That's the second chance of winning."

"That makes sense."

"The third reason is that when the Sect Leader saw you last time, he was also surprised by your good aptitude. Therefore, he and the three Wardens imparted some knowledge to you. And when the Sect Leader issued the mission this time, he once lamented that when he imparted knowledge last time, he never thought about dealing with the geniuses of the three sects, but it unexpectedly led to this step. It was a lucky coincidence."

"The Sect Leader and the others imparted real good stuff, their trump cards. As long as you practice them well, fighting beyond your level won't be difficult. That's the third chance of winning."

"Understood."

"The last point is... the Sect Leader believes that everyone has their own opportunities in life. And you appeared at the right time. Just after you appeared, there was a mission that required you to win back face for our sect. And you have a certain chance of winning. Therefore, the Sect Leader believes that you may be carrying luck, or perhaps you are a benefactor of our sect. So..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Fang Che coughed.

He really didn't expect that this Sect Leader of Yin Shen Gong, the Sect Leader of One Heart Sect, the great demon who wreaked havoc in the world, would actually be so superstitious.

It felt a bit funny.

He almost couldn't control himself.

But thinking about it, it's really not surprising.

When I joined the sect for the Initiation Baptism, Yin Shen Gong didn't need to come in person at all.

But because of the action here, Yin Shen Gong came by chance and presided over it.

A Sect Leader and four Wardens.

Such a high-level Initiation Baptism.

For a disciple with such a low status and such a low cultivation level to join the sect.

It was abnormal in itself, as if it revealed some kind of destiny.

And after coming, because of his talent, Yin Shen Gong, who originally didn't even plan to come, actually taught him the sword technique he relied on to make his name.

They were now tied to each other.

It could be considered forming a good connection.

And then, when the operation failed, he was ridiculed, and he was about to face being behind the other four sects, there happened to be an opportunity to defeat the other party, and the executor of this opportunity happened to be himself.

It had to be himself.

Even before this, Yin Shen Gong had never even thought about dealing with the other party's genius disciples.

He just popped up like that.

For Yin Shen Gong to have this kind of 'sense of destiny, saying of luck', it really is... quite fitting? Thinking like this, Fang Che also had an idea: This is fate!

"These are three Martial Warrior-level Azure Spirit Pills bestowed upon you by the Sect Leader. Taking one Azure Spirit Pill can increase your cultivation by ten years. I will teach you how to refine them later. These are ten Azure Root Grasses, which can assist in cultivation, these are three Azure Spirit Flowers, which can enhance your divine sense cultivation, and this is a sword, personally bestowed by the Sect Leader, secretly made by the main sect, a Wind Steel Sword that has never been stained with blood."

"This sword has its own wind charm. Drawing the sword can increase speed and sharpness. It is rare in the world, so you must cherish it."

Fang Che's heart stirred.

His eyes couldn't help but become eager.

Wind Steel Sword, he also had one in his previous life.

It was just that later, when his cultivation level was high, he couldn't withstand the huge influx of spiritual power, and it was damaged in a battle with a strong enemy.

But for Martial Warriors below the Emperor-level cultivation level, it is a dream weapon! It increases the speed of attacks, improves sharpness, and when drawing the sword, there is a feeling of riding the wind.

The feel is excellent.

"These resources are almost enough for you to break through to Martial Master."

Sun Yuan said tentatively.

Spiritual pills and spiritual medicines are the best, but after all, there are still three stages before breaking through to Martial Master. Eighth grade, ninth grade, perfection.

And each stage requires comprehension, state of mind, and combat experience.

Moreover, the medicinal power of the spiritual pill is indeed so much, but it also depends on individual aptitude, how much can be absorbed. Generally speaking, it is very good to be able to absorb sixty to seventy percent for one's own use.

The rest of the medicinal power will dissipate into the air.

"It's enough!"

Fang Che didn't have so many thoughts.

He doesn't lack any of the comprehension experience, and his state of mind is even more detached. Below the Emperor level, it is equal to having no bottlenecks at all.

"That girl's aptitude is not bad, I'm preparing to nurture her."

Fang Che began to play tricks: "Master, please don't worry about it, I want her to belong to me completely."

Sun Yuan understood and smiled with a wretched expression, saying, "You know a lot."

Fang Che coughed, this old thing completely misunderstood.

What I mean by completely belonging to me is not the same as your wretched smile.

"From body to mind and divine consciousness, every step of improvement needs to be branded."

Sun Yuan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "This plan is not bad. In the future, you will use it more smoothly, and even more... enjoyable."

"..."

Fang Che was speechless.

Old pervert! This young master is a gentleman, I despise you!

"I won't interfere, you can train her from a young age."

"Uh... Master, I still need you to add a note within the sect, regarding the matter of a personal maid."

Fang Che's words were extremely skillful.

Adding a note himself, having a personal maid. In this way, Night Dream would be spared the Initiation Baptism, existing as his appendage.

Moreover, in the future, she could leave or stay as she pleased, all depending on his mood.

This was a clever method.

Sun Yuan agreed almost without hesitation. For him, this honored guest, this small matter didn't need to go through anyone; he could handle it himself, just by adding a sentence.

"Okay, I'll take care of it. You just focus on preparing for the battle."

"Yes."

That day, Fang Che consumed an Azure Spirit Pill and an Azure Spirit Flower, and began to digest their medicinal power.

Sun Yuan stood guard at the door.

He saw a vortex suddenly forming around Fang Che, with countless streams of heaven and earth spiritual energy whistling in, endlessly pouring into Fang Che's body.

At first, Sun Yuan was shocked.

Damn!

This is the cultivation of a Martial Warrior of the seventh rank? An eye-opener, an eye-opener.

From the moment the Azure Spirit Pill entered his throat, boundless spiritual energy began to fill his internal organs, radiating towards the meridians throughout his body, and even after entering his stomach, it continued to emanate.

Every part of his body was filled with spiritual energy.

With each cycle of the Limitless True Scripture, this spiritual energy was drawn back into the Dantian from the meridians, and after circulating for a week, it became his own power.

The bottleneck of the seventh level of Martial Warrior was almost instantly filled.

Then, he broke through it like a hot knife through butter, entering the eighth level of Martial Warrior, and then the spiritual power re-gathered, circulated again, and the spiritual power in his Dantian became full again.

With a bang, a new acupoint was broken through.

He advanced to the ninth level of Martial Warrior.

By the time Fang Che had absorbed an Azure Spirit Pill, he was already at the peak of the ninth level of Martial Warrior.

Moreover, his divine consciousness had also doubled, which was the power of the Azure Spirit Flower.

Fang Che only felt refreshed all over, his mind extremely clear.

Standing up, his bones crackled.

He stood up and walked out the door, just in time to see Sun Yuan's shocked face.

"Ninth level perfection?"

"Yes."

Sun Yuan's body trembled, he bared his teeth and forcibly calmed himself down, saying, "Not bad, not beyond my expectations."

He hurriedly turned his head and said, "Your teacher will spar with you to disperse the medicinal power."

"Okay!"

It was evening.

It was early morning.

Sun Yuan, who had finished sparring, found an excuse and hurriedly left.

There was no way around it.

He suppressed his cultivation to the same level as his disciple, but he still couldn't beat him.

Not only that, but he secretly raised his cultivation to the first level of Martial Master, and was actually... beaten!

Where could he go to reason?

So he secretly raised it again to the third level of Martial Master, and only then was he able to suppress his disciple.

Sun Yuan felt that he had completely lost face.

Although when fighting with his disciple, sometimes when using moves, he could actually feel 'inspired', which was a real benefit...

But Sun Yuan was even more uncomfortable because of this.

Who exactly was the master and who was the disciple?

So...

"You cultivate on your own from now on, your teacher believes you can definitely do it. Your teacher will continue to find cultivation resources for you."

Barely maintaining his last bit of demeanor and the dignity of a 'teacher', Sun Yuan left a sentence and fled.

He originally wanted to give Night Dream some pointers to show his presence.

But now he had no such thoughts.

Fang Che's guidance should be better than his own...

"Having a genius disciple is really a kind of... indescribable heartache."

Fang Che spent five days absorbing three Azure Spirit Pills and three Azure Spirit Flowers. As for the Azure Root Grass, he planted it in the yard.

This was used to gather spiritual energy.

Under each Azure Root Grass, Fang Che placed two demon beast cores.

The spiritual energy in the entire courtyard grew increasingly rich.

Night Dream, Fang Qianyi, and the two maids felt the air was fresh and their faces glowed every day.

Five days later, Fang Che directly pushed his cultivation to the Martial Master third level! Peak.

Fang Qianyi was so happy that her mouth was grinning from ear to ear.

Especially after sparring with her son, and being defeated even when their cultivation levels were matched... Fang Qianyi couldn't close her mouth.

"A genius! No wonder I gave birth to him!"

His swordsmanship was highly skilled.

In these few days, Night Dream had been beaten by Fang Che forty or fifty times and scolded two hundred and sixty-three times.

Now, Night Dream was completely bewildered.

Because Fang Che's scolding made sense.

Every time after being beaten and scolded, she would return to her room to reflect and ponder, and she would feel that this was the right way.

According to what Fang Che said, her combat power was indeed rapidly improving.

So Night Dream fell into self-doubt again.

Because Fang Che didn't make any moves, Night Dream had no information to pass on, and everything was very ordinary.

Regarding the opponents that the One Heart Sect had asked her to deal with, Fang Che did not intend to expose them to the Warden now.

Because he had just received news that if they were exposed now, he would almost certainly be identified as the target without any doubt.

"There's still plenty of time, let's play it slowly."

Days passed by one after another.

Soon, it was July, the time for the Martial Academy to recruit students every year.

Martial arts students from all over began to gather towards White Cloud Continent.

Southeast White Cloud Martial Academy!

As the saying goes.

Cultivate heroic spirit, raise your head to the edge of White Cloud! Among the top eight Martial Academies in the world, White Cloud Martial Academy ranks fifth.

It is one of the most top-notch.

The entire Southeast Path, seven states and fifty-six cities, are within its recruitment scope.

"After you go, don't forget to contact your cousin. Your cousin is a top student at White Cloud Martial Academy. With him there, your mother can rest assured."

Fang Qianyi kept nagging while packing her luggage.

"I know, Mom."

Fang Che repeatedly agreed, "Mom, I've left you five hundred demon beast cores and a small bag of spirit crystals. Don't go out on missions anymore. Focus on cultivating at home. I don't want to worry about you fighting to the death outside, making me feel uneasy."

"This... I should do something, right?"

"I think you should focus on your cultivation. If you get injured or something, I'll be anxious and prone to making mistakes at the Martial Academy. I'm young and can't calm my mind. Once I leave, I won't have any holidays and won't be able to come back. What if I get beaten to death or crippled?"

Fang Che said, trying to scare her.

Fang Qianyi felt a chill down her spine and tapped her son's head twice with her finger, making a crisp sound. "Then I'll try not to go out," she said.

"Yes, yes. Just cultivate in my courtyard. I've planted the Azure Root Grass that my master gave me, which can gather spiritual energy."

Fang Che felt a little relieved.

As long as Fang Qianyi didn't go out into the deep mountains and dense forests, she would basically be invincible in Azure Wave City with her Great Grandmaster cultivation.

But if she went out... to be honest, this Innate Grandmaster cultivation wasn't anything special.

There were countless experts outside. Any King-level or Emperor-level could slap her to death.

Having scared Fang Qianyi, Fang Che began to prepare.

He had plenty of money. The entire Su Family fortune was in his hands 'temporarily', and this wealth was probably unmatched even among all the new and old students in the White Cloud Martial Academy.

The Martial Academy stipulated that new students were not allowed to be escorted.

They had to set off on their own and travel the journey themselves.

"From this day on, you are no longer a child under your parents' care, but a Martial Warrior in the world."

This was the rule of the Martial Academy.

There were also various assessments along the way.

The assessments had points.

If the points exceeded one hundred, admission was guaranteed without examination. If the points exceeded two hundred, admission was free and without examination.

Those who arrived at the Martial Academy safely would be ranked according to their points, and the top one hundred would engage in martial arts to compete for the 'White Cloud Champion' position.

The next morning.

Fang Che was dressed in black, a long robe covering his body, tall and upright, with a straight back.

The maid Night Dream, dressed in a pink dress, stood beside him with her hands down.

The carriage came over, and four boxes were placed on it with a thud.

Night Dream reached out and lifted the curtain.

Fang Che's black clothes fluttered as he stepped inside.

Night Dream followed, bowing her head as she entered.

The coachman shouted, the strong horse raised its hooves, and slowly started moving.

Under Fang Qianyi and Fang Zhenghang's reluctant gazes and earnest instructions, the carriage slowly left the courtyard.

A gust of wind rose, raising a cloud of dust.

Fang Che frowned slightly, sat upright, his eyes looking forward, a road stretching out.

His eyes were deep, his face calm, and his heart was like a still lake.

He knew himself that he had truly set off at this moment.

It is:

With soaring aspirations in his heart, he tests the sword in the Southeast Path; from here on, the wind and rain will be swift, head raised towards the White Cloud Continent.

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