Junior Brother Fang, you're spirited, oh, have you been under too much pressure recently?

Formation Hall.

Thanks to the Flying Immortal Steps, a journey that took an hour yesterday now took him only a dozen minutes.

Upon arriving at the Formation Hall, Fang Hong walked directly up to a disciple on duty.

"Senior Brother, could you please inform Senior Brother Su Yuquan that I wish to see him?"

Fang Hong said very politely.

Despite his previous bloodthirsty rampages and terrifying acts of wiping out entire sects and families.

He wasn't actually someone who liked to cause trouble.

He understood civilization and valued politeness.

These were fine virtues cultivated over his twenty-plus years of growing up under the red flag in his previous life.

Hearing Fang Hong's polite words, the on-duty Formation Hall disciple quickly and respectfully replied.

"Uncle-Master Fang, you are too kind. I absolutely cannot accept being called Senior Brother."

"Please wait a moment, Uncle-Master. I will inform him for you immediately."

The disciple answered very respectfully, bowed, and turned to enter the Formation Hall.

Hearing the disciple address him as "Uncle-Master," Fang Hong felt a moment of disorientation.

He then remembered that although he had joined the sect late and for a very short time.

His seniority within the Star River Sect was actually quite high.

His master, Zhao Tianchen, was one of the oldest and most experienced "old monsters" currently in the Star River Sect.

He was of the same generation as the current Sect Master Zhong Wanyang and the Hall Master of the Formation Hall, Chang Chunbo.

As Zhao Tianchen's personal disciple.

Only true disciples from each peak, and those whose masters were of the same generation as Zhao Tianchen, like Su Yuquan, were qualified to call him "Junior Brother."

As for other disciples, even the inner disciples.

They were all junior to him in seniority and had to respectfully address him as "Uncle-Master."

Regardless of their attitude towards him, whether it was respect, cautious observation, or outright disdain.

They all had to honestly address him as Uncle-Master.

And they couldn't show the slightest disrespect.

Otherwise, they would definitely face unpleasant consequences.

Especially within a large, hierarchical, and strictly stratified organization like the Star River Sect.

Matters of etiquette were even more crucial.

"Didn't Fang Hong come here yesterday? Why is he back today?"

"Be quiet! Do you want to be expelled from the sect? You must call him Uncle-Master!"

"Oh, oh, oh, right. Etiquette must be upheld. Why has this Uncle-Master Fang returned?"

"He probably wants to beg the Hall Master to accept him. Haven't you heard? The Hall Master personally said yesterday that this one has no talent for learning formations."

"I guess this little Uncle-Master is still unwilling to accept it."

"Heh, no matter how unwilling he is, talent for learning formations is innate. If you don't have it, you don't have it."

"Even if he's more unwilling, can he conjure talent out of thin air, create something that doesn't exist?"

"It seems heaven is fair. It gave him the great fortune of becoming an Elder's disciple upon entry, but it also closed the door to him cultivating formations."

"Keep your voice down. Such schadenfreude... be careful he hears you and retaliates. You'll be in for a rough time then."

While Fang Hong waited, the disciples coming and going from the Formation Hall were all discussing him in hushed tones.

Various gazes, some open and direct, others hidden and secret, watched him.

In fact, with Fang Hong's hearing, he could clearly hear their discussions.

However, he couldn't be bothered to argue with them.

Because even if he did, it would only be a waste of time and breath, with no benefit to himself.

Why do something that yields no benefit?

After all, no matter how much they discussed, it caused him no harm.

Listening to their chatter, Fang Hong couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

"This is such good material for a face-slapping scene."

"No wonder all the novels I read in my previous life were filled with similar face-slapping plots."

"It's because they are so common in reality."

"Whether it's the urban world without extraordinary powers like in my past life, or this current Xuanhuan high-martial world."

"There will never be a shortage of people watching the excitement and whispering about it."

Fang Hong mused silently in his heart.

However, he soon saw Su Yuquan walking out quickly with the on-duty disciple who had gone to report the message.

"Haha, Junior Brother Fang, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

"But is there anything you don't understand about that book, Detailed Explanation of Formation Basics?"

"You can tell me one by one, and I will definitely explain it clearly for you!"

As soon as Su Yuquan came out, he smiled and grabbed Fang Hong, saying.

Hearing this, Fang Hong smiled and didn't resist. He followed the strength with which Su Yuquan pulled him towards the hall and walked in.

As he walked, he said, "It's not that there's anything I don't understand."

"I have already completely comprehended the Detailed Explanation of Formation Basics that Elder Chang gave me yesterday, so I came to find Elder Chang to learn the next stage of content."

"Oh, right, although Elder Chang said I don't have talent for formations, I don't know why."

"After my diligent study, upon comprehending the Detailed Explanation of Formation Basics, I surprisingly succeeded in sensing the Heaven and Earth's Momentum."

"I can even achieve preliminary activation of it."

Swish~

Upon hearing Fang Hong's words, Su Yuquan, who had been enthusiastically pulling Fang Hong into the hall, immediately stopped in his tracks.

He turned around abruptly, his face filled with disbelief.

"What did you just say?!"

"You're saying you've already comprehended the Detailed Explanation of Formation Basics and have no questions?"

"And all in just one night?"

"And you're saying you can already sense the Heaven and Earth's Momentum, and even achieve preliminary activation?"

Su Yuquan asked uncertainly, but his tone held no trace of belief.

His face was also full of disbelief, but out of respect for Fang Hong, he didn't say anything harsh.

In reality, he was thinking:

Are you even listening to the crazy things you're saying?

What nonsense are you spouting?

Comprehended the Detailed Explanation of Formation Basics in one night, and still have no questions.

Are you bragging about your...

Do you know how much time and effort it took me to learn this book, and how many scoldings I took from my master before I finally understood it?

You learned it in one night?

Do you think that's something anyone can just pick up and understand?

And you're talking about sensing the Heaven and Earth's Momentum, and even achieving preliminary activation.

Damn it, formation talent is innate.

My master said you don't have it, and I didn't mock you, so why are you acting tough in front of me?

Su Yuquan's mind was filled with countless complaints, so much so that he felt like swearing.

However, out of his good personal cultivation, he didn't say it out loud, to avoid embarrassing Fang Hong.

And when Su Yuquan looked at Fang Hong's calm expression, as if he were just talking about an insignificant everyday matter.

Su Yuquan's expression immediately changed from utter speechlessness to astonishment, and then a flicker of understanding flashed in his eyes.

He sighed heavily in his heart, feeling even more pity for Fang Hong.

Such a good kid, how could he be so stressed that his mind is playing tricks on him?

Thinking this, Su Yuquan's expression became somewhat complex. With a hint of pity, he patted Fang Hong's shoulder.

"Junior Brother Fang, have you been feeling a bit too much pressure lately?"

"Did my master's words yesterday hurt you a bit? I'll apologize on behalf of my master first."

"But my master has always been straightforward. He speaks his mind, and he doesn't want you to waste your time and effort on something impossible."

"I hope you can understand his intentions; he's not deliberately targeting you."

Hearing Su Yuquan's words, Fang Hong immediately understood that the other party had misunderstood.

He couldn't help but feel amused and exasperated. What is this all about?

Just as he was about to explain, Su Yuquan interrupted him and continued, "Also, oh, right, I heard you're going to participate in the Sect Grand Competition in half a month, right?"

"Yes, you just joined, and your cultivation time is still short. Facing fellow disciples with high cultivation levels suddenly will indeed be a very stressful thing."

"But you can actually think about it from another angle. This Sect Grand Competition can be completely seen as an opportunity to interact with your fellow disciples."

"Don't think about what rank you'll get, and perhaps your pressure won't be as great."

"Could it be that Elder Zhao has requirements for your ranking in the competition?"

"Elder Zhao is confused. Knowing you've only just joined, how can he demand so much from you?"

"Junior Brother, you can communicate properly with Elder Zhao. I believe Elder Zhao will be understanding."

"If it's difficult for Junior Brother to say, then as your elder brother, I can also ask Master to help you plead with Elder Zhao."

"Junior Brother Fang, the path of martial arts requires a balance of work and rest. You must never force yourself."

"Your health is the most important thing!"

Su Yuquan rambled on and on.

After speaking, he didn't forget to sigh with immense emotion, patting Fang Hong's shoulder with great pity, as a gesture of encouragement and comfort.

Seeing this, Fang Hong's expression became even more helpless, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

Good heavens, he thinks I'm too stressed, my brain is malfunctioning, and I've lost my mind?