"You were a little too heavy-handed just now, weren't you?"
In the study, Fang Zhongwu recalled what had happened before the match and couldn't help shaking his head.
"I used less than a tenth of my strength. I was already holding back."
Fang Yuan shook his head. With the strength of his Divine Sense, that had been easy enough.
"If he pulls through, the Grand Elder will have to thank me."
At that, Fang Zhongwu seemed to realize something. He asked in surprise, "You used Mystic Lightning just now, trying to suppress the disordered qi and blood in his body?"
Fang Yuan gave a slight nod.
Anyone who watched the fight would have come to the same conclusion as Fang Zhongwu.
But if Fang Zhongde personally examined Fang Yuan'er's condition, he would discover that being gravely wounded and on the brink of death wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
After all, one of the major side effects of the Seven Wound Fist stemmed from the qi and blood, which could easily run rampant inside the body.
"What do you need a body-tempering technique for?"
Fang Yuan had gone to the Library Pavilion and found very few body-tempering techniques. Their grades were all low, making them unsuitable for cultivation.
"Who would have thought that the heavenly tribulation everyone else avoids would become an opportunity for you?" Fang Zhongwu said with a laugh.
Fang Zhongwu sent his Divine Sense into his Space Ring and rummaged around. After a moment, he took out a yellowed bamboo slip.
"This technique is called the Demon Refining Body Transformation Technique. It was created by an ancient human sage who spent years roaming among demonic beasts and modeled it on them. They say that at its peak, the cultivator's body can rival the kings among demonic beasts!"
"Unfortunately,