What's the situation?

"Sect Leader's Blood Spirit Seven Swords, this kid has clearly grasped the basics, and the lethality is sufficient. To achieve this in such a short time, the Sect Leader should be pleased if he knew..."

Qian Sanjiang was thinking about how to use Fang Che's talent to help himself get a resounding pat on the back.

It's the workplace, gotta eat, no shame in that.

After all, the offerings are considerable.

Fang Che sat in the carriage, eyes closed in rest.

In his mind, he was weighing the few Martial Students who had 'coincidentally' stopped to watch the dispute.

Wei Zihao is the most suspicious, but he shouldn't be alone. Also, Qing Ziyue, the one who looks a bit thin from a distance, is also somewhat suspicious.

But I don't want to move against them now. Firstly, it's useless; secondly, they are too close to their families, which could easily bring trouble to my own; thirdly, keeping them around means I can find trouble with them at the Martial Academy at any time, especially when I want to create a stir or pass on messages. They're natural shields...

These can all be used as backup plans. It's too wasteful to move against them now.

For resources that can be abused at any time, you must cherish them.

Fang Che sat in the carriage with his eyes closed, his face calm.

But in his heart, he was pondering.

I'm coming out this time, and then I'll be entering the Martial Academy. Once I'm in, I don't know when I'll be able to come out. Alas, I've never been to a Martial Academy in my previous life... I don't know the rules.

I have Night Dream following me, and in the dark, there should be people watching me. Whether it's the Guardian Hall or the One Heart Sect, they won't let me out of their sight.

But going there will inevitably be inconvenient. I wonder how the Golden Horned Flood Dragon is cultivating now? I originally wanted to bring it with me, but I don't know if there will be a chance.

Fang Che pondered, looking into the distance.

That was the direction of Hundred Miasma Peak.

Which itself belongs to the outer reaches of the Ten Thousand Spirits Forest.

It's not very far from where I am now. Only about five hundred miles.

But if the Golden Horned Flood Dragon hasn't cultivated to the point of being formless, carrying it with me won't be of much use. There's even a risk of it dissipating if it leaves the Extreme Yin Land.

Fang Che finally gave up on this plan.

There's an Extreme Yin Land over there, let the Golden Horned Flood Dragon cultivate for a while longer.

It's better to let it wait a few more months, or even a year or two, than to have it expose itself or dissipate if it hasn't completed its cultivation! Fang Che gently exhaled and stopped thinking about it.

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon was a backup plan he had prepared for himself long ago.

Before Night Dream appeared, Fang Che had been considering this hidden move.

Because as a soul body, transmitting messages is just too convenient.

Even the last time he schemed against the Su Family, although it was an accident, there was also the idea of sending those guys to the Golden Horned Flood Dragon to replenish its body.

He had been waiting, waiting for the Golden Horned Flood Dragon to transform from tangible to intangible, and for its soul cultivation to advance further, then he would bring it by his side.

Even with Night Dream now, he hasn't given up on this plan.

But until now, this plan that has been constantly on the verge of being put into action can only be temporarily shelved.

'A step-by-step approach can influence long-term plans; it must never be moved forward just because it's convenient and easy to use!'

Finally, they have arrived at the Ten Thousand Spirits Forest.

The coachman has already returned; as an ordinary person with only a bit of martial strength, driving here is already the limit.

And only now does Fang Che propose: "I'll buy your carriage; you can go back on your own."

Fang Che offered twice the price.

The coachman agreed very readily.

He was just very puzzled: "If you wanted to buy it, why didn't you buy it earlier? Why did you wait until now?"

Of course, Fang Che wouldn't buy it earlier; he was comfortably sitting and resting in the carriage while sorting out his thoughts. Although his thoughts had long been sorted out, still... enjoying it a little longer was still enjoying it.

Because after the coachman leaves, he has to drive the carriage himself!

Night Dream can only sit in the carriage.

——The following things must be completed independently to be considered an achievement.

But the idea of the young master driving the carriage while the maid sits inside made Fang Che feel a bit unbalanced, so he insisted on sitting for half the journey.

"Go inside and sit!"

Fang Che said with a dark face, "This young master will drive the carriage himself."

"Ah?"

Night Dream was dumbfounded.

Her round, big eyes looked at Fang Che in bewilderment.

Has the sun risen from the west? Has he suddenly become considerate?

Could it be that he has finally realized this young lady's unparalleled beauty? "If you haven't improved after leaving the Ten Thousand Spirits Forest, I'll sell you into a brothel!"

Fang Che threatened, then picked up the whip: "Giddy up!"

Night Dream: ...

Night Dream sat cross-legged in the carriage, waiting.

Her big eyes kept rolling, and her pretty face was full of speechlessness.

Because Fang Che had left her and the carriage in the forest and gone to hunt demon beasts himself.

"How can he be so carefree? He just leaves a delicate beauty like me in the forest, and on the surface, I only have the cultivation of a Martial Apprentice third grade. Isn't he afraid that I'll be a pile of gnawed bones when he comes back?"

"He really doesn't know how to cherish women."

"This heart is too big!"

Although complaining in his heart, he still had to put on a look of horror and unease, curled up in the carriage, not daring to move.

He was just praying in his heart.

Please don't let any wild beasts come over.

Otherwise, I will really be exposed.

Fang Che, like a ghost, traveled through the dense forest, and wherever he passed, he couldn't even stir up the slightest rustle of leaves.

His target was the demon beasts in the forest. Demon beasts below level six! A level one demon beast, one hundred cores, one Martial Academy point, level two, fifty cores, one point, level three, ten cores one point, level four, two cores one point, level five, one core two points, level six, one core, twenty points.

But a level six demon beast is basically equivalent to a Martial Master of about rank five in combat power.

As for level seven... cough, don't think about it.

Once it appears, I have to be prepared to become fertilizer.

Fang Che's goal is not level one, level two, or level three at all.

That's too slow.

So from the beginning, he went straight to the depths of the jungle.

He disdained the level one and level two demon beasts that were startled in the jungle.

But the deeper he went, the more Fang Che felt that something was wrong.

But he couldn't say what it was.

In front of a dense thicket, in the dense grass, Fang Che finally stopped abruptly.

Looking at the bushes, looking at the grass, looking at the surrounding trees, the feeling of 'something is wrong' became more and more intense.

But he couldn't say exactly what was wrong.

He couldn't help but ponder.

If there is a feeling, there must be a situation. But where is this situation?

He concentrated and thought, looking at each grass, each bush, and each tree.

The problem lies in the environment, but where is the problem with the environment?

After looking for a long time, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly remembered the two robbers.

Because of those two people, Fang Che paid extra attention to the environment.

At that time, the two people were standing under thick trees, the leaves were shining, and the leaves were thick.

Looking at the front again, although the shrubs are growing vigorously, the leaves of both the trees and the grass are very thin, not to the point of malnutrition, but it cannot be said that they are rich in nutrition.

The shrubs are very thin, but the bark is mottled, and it can be seen that they are very old.

All the trees next to it are the same—different from the thick trees that several people could hug when they first entered the jungle, there are almost no big trees that exceed one hug.

But judging from the mottled bark, these trees were clearly much older than the ones outside.

In the undergrowth, there were some rotting animal corpses.

Fang Che turned them over a bit; they were all thoroughly decayed, but the colors of their fur were still somewhat distinct.

Fang Che pondered for a long time, looking around at the environment, the sunlight shining in, dappling the ground with light.

This forest is strange. Logically speaking, the trees deep in the dense forest, untouched by humans, should be especially robust, but this vast area is just the opposite. Could it be due to geological reasons?

No sense of crisis flashed through him, only a kind of inexplicable silence.

Standing here, he could clearly hear his own heartbeat. There was a faint sense of unease, not obvious.

Other than that, there was nothing unusual.

Nothing found.

Fang Che exhaled a breath.

I should focus on getting points first; these anomalies... I'll consider them slowly. But, I definitely can't ignore them.

In the shadows.

A unicorn snake whose skin was almost completely the same as the surrounding environment, making it impossible to distinguish, silently slithered out. With a flick of its long tongue, two second-level little demon foxes not far away were swallowed into its mouth.

Just as it was enjoying its meal, a sword light suddenly fell, pinning it firmly at its vitals.

The strange snake's body convulsed, writhing violently, knocking the nearby trees askew.

But the sword had already pinned the strange snake to death.

A moment later, the sword was pulled out, transforming into a flash of light.

With a poof, the strange snake's head was directly chopped off.

Blood splattered.

Fang Che dripped the snake blood on his nameplate, then put the dug-out strange snake core inside.

A halo appeared on the nameplate.

The core and blood disappeared at the same time.

Several lines of words appeared.

Azure Wave City, Fang Che.

Points, zero point five.

This strange snake was undoubtedly a fourth-level demon beast.

"Only fourth level."

Fang Che was a little dissatisfied, immediately got up, and entered the jungle.

In a quarter of an hour, Fang Che's points changed to: three.

Sitting in the fork of a large tree, munching on dry rations, Fang Che felt a little heavy-hearted.

'These points are really hard to come by.'

Six level-four demon beasts only yielded three points.

This was only because Fang Che had rich experience in the martial world and a relatively clear understanding of the living habits of demon beasts, enabling him to quickly determine where the demon beasts were hiding based on the environment.

From this, it was evident that obtaining these hundred points would be no easy task.

'I need to find a pack of demon beasts.'

'This entire area, spanning hundreds of miles of trees and grass, shows signs of malnutrition. I haven't left this area yet; what could be the reason?'

Fang Che leaped down from the tree.

Several hours later.

Fang Che returned to the carriage covered in blood. Night Dream was trembling inside the carriage: "Young... Young Master, are you back?"

"Look at your timidness."

Fang Che snorted, took off his dirty clothes, changed into clean ones, and threw the dirty clothes into Night Dream's arms: "Wash these when you get a chance."

"Yes."

After a full three hours of fierce fighting, Fang Che had obtained twenty-one points.

The hundred points seemed as distant as ever.

Driving the carriage, they traveled dozens of miles further.

Then, he stopped again, took his sword, got out of the carriage, and, under Night Dream's gaze, plunged into the forest, instantly disappearing from sight.

Night Dream noticed that before entering the forest, Fang Che paused, seemingly deliberately observing the trees by the roadside.

She couldn't help but wonder: What's so interesting about the trees?

In the dense forest, youths in tight-fitting outfits could be seen darting back and forth almost everywhere.

Some were still in the midst of fierce battles.

Fang Che quickly bypassed everyone, his body like a sharp arrow, entering the edge of the forbidden area.

Here, there would definitely be higher-level demon beasts.

Sure enough, in a canyon, Fang Che found a pleasant surprise.

A pack of level-five Blood Fang Demon Wolves.

The demon wolf pack numbered over a hundred, and that was just what he could see.

"Damn, nearly two hundred points!"

Fang Che became excited.

Next is the question of how to eliminate them.

After all, the demon wolves would never foolishly wait here to be killed.

Moreover, a group of level five demon wolves are not weak in combat power, and there must be a wolf king among them!

These demon wolves, their fur is not bright, and they don't seem to be getting good nutrition, so they must be very hungry? He paid attention.

The surrounding trees and bushes remained the same. Alive, but malnourished, it seemed that this land only ensured that these plants lived—the most basic survival.

Apart from that, there was nothing else to give.

Even under some trees with animal corpses, the leaves were not thick and shiny, as if the dead demon beast corpses did not provide any extra nutrients to these plants.

After watching for a while, Fang Che quietly retreated.

He returned after a moment, with an extra packet of medicinal powder in his hand.

In a certain hall of the White Cloud Martial Academy.

A group of Martial Academy faculty members were staring at a virtual screen in front of them.

Beside them were two pillars piled high with Seven Colored Spirit Crystals, emitting a dazzling light, and pure energy, supporting the light curtain.

On the light curtain were countless names, each with a score displayed next to it.

"There are quite a few applicants this year."

One of the Martial Academy professors looked at the list with interest, "There are only ten thousand spots, but it's not enough, and there are still people who haven't made it onto the list."

Another sighed and said, "I just hope the ten thousandth place isn't higher than thirty points."

The others all smiled wryly.

Because the list doesn't show those beyond ten thousand, it's impossible to know who to admit.

"The most we've ever admitted in so many years is eight thousand two hundred people, which is still a long way from ten thousand. Don't worry, it won't exceed it."

"Well, the person in last place still has zero points. It's been a day already."

"That's right, from nine thousand two hundred onwards, it's all zero points. And there are quite a few above that who don't even have one point yet."

An old man with a white beard looked up at the rolling list and said, "Are the top hundred fixed?"

"Not yet. But the top ten have already reached fifty points."

"Oh? Let's take a look."

Everyone looked at the ten names on the top left.

Qiu Yunshang: Sixty-two.

Ding Ziran: Forty-nine.

Xie Gongping: Forty-eight.

Huo Churan: Forty-seven.

Mo Ganyun: Forty-three.

Fang Che: Thirty-nine.

Ximen Xuri: Thirty-eight.

Just as he was watching, suddenly Fang Che's number jumped twice, instantly becoming forty-three, ranking alongside Mo Ganyun, then jumped again, forty-five, forty-seven, forty-nine... all the way up to ninety-one, taking the top spot.

It only took as long as a breath.

Then it stopped.

Everyone was suddenly dumbfounded.

What... is going on? ...

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