" Wind God Step, Perfection Realm."
Fang Han stopped and stood in the center of the cultivation room, a flash of surprise appearing deep in his eyes.
He stood with his hands behind his back, carefully experiencing the changes brought about by the breakthrough.
The speed is several times faster than when it reached its Greater Accomplishment.
That kind of speed is not simply a straight-line sprint, but a kind of elusive and agile movement that blends into the wind and unites with heaven and earth.
The transitions were seamless, and the rises and falls were silent.
It was as if he was no longer a person, but a free wind in this world.
"Martial artists often treat movement Body Movement as a secondary skill, investing little energy into them."
Fang Han muttered to himself, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
With the speed of the Perfection Realm Wind God Step, he was confident that even those martial artists who Break Three Passes would find it difficult to surpass him in Body Movement.
His speed should already be approaching that of a grandmaster.
"Unfortunately, it's already Perfection Realm; there's no room for further progress."
The Low-Grade Artistic Conception Body Movement, " Wind God Step," has been Perfection Realm and cannot be improved further. To achieve further advancement, one must cultivate an even better Body Movement.
When exchanging martial arts techniques before, Fang Han did consider exchanging for Middle-Grade Artistic Conception Body Movement, but in the end he chose Middle-Grade Artistic Conception internal skill.
As he has cultivated for so long, he has come to realize more and more that, compared to Body Movement, internal strength is the foundation of everything and the most important thing.
"It's time to leave."
Fang Han stood up, stretched his limbs, and pushed open the door to the training room.
He checked out of the hotel, left the Cloudsky Inn, and walked along the wide streets of the Imperial Capital towards the outer city.
The streets were bustling with pedestrians and vehicles.
Fang Han left the Imperial Capital, took out a map of the entire Great Chu Dynasty, determined the direction, and returned along the road he had come from.
He activated the Nether Guide to its fullest extent, and the icy aura flowed between his nasal cavity and meridians. His extremely keen senses spread outwards like an invisible spider web.
Within a ten-mile radius, all living things are under my control.
A performance that is too eye-catching at the Martial Arts Tournament will inevitably attract the covetous eyes of some unscrupulous individuals.
He was worried that he would be targeted.
"Whoosh!"
Under high alert, Fang Han sped away.
The wind whistled past our ears, and the fields and trees on both sides of the official road rushed past us.
To his surprise, no one appeared to block his way even after he had left the Imperial Capital.
None of the ambushes or ambushes he had anticipated occurred.
"No?"
Fang Han felt slightly surprised.
In fact, it wasn't that no one coveted it.
However, those who had considered it abandoned the idea after a little analysis.
The nine Low-Grade Heavenly Treasure are all used to enhance talent, and they all conform to Fang Han arts characteristics.
No one would believe that these rare and precious materials were not used.
Since it has already been taken, there's no point in taking it back.
As for those two martial arts techniques of Artistic Conception —the Soul-Chasing Art and the Greenwood Poison-Avoidance Scripture.
Both of these martial arts techniques are kept by the Great Chu Imperial Family. Anyone who dares to touch them is showing great disrespect to the Great Chu Imperial Family.
Even Great Grandmaster- level expert would not want to provoke such a behemoth as the royal family.
In this way, the purpose of highway robbery becomes quite meaningless.
Fang Han was unaware of the intricacies involved, but since no one was blocking his way, he was happy to have some peace and quiet.
He maintained a speed that was just enough to travel without excessively depleting his Internal Qi, and sped off towards Westview Prefecture.
One day later.
As Fang Han traveled, he sensed more than ten auras ahead, accompanied by extremely heavy footsteps.
The footsteps were completely different from the sound of horses' hooves; each step caused the ground to tremble slightly, as if some enormous creature was walking on the ground.
Fang Han approached and looked closer, then his pupils contracted slightly.
That enormous creature was a giant elephant, its body as large as a small mountain.
The giant elephant was over three zhang tall, its body covered with thick, dark gray skin, and its two scimitar-like tusks gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
A huge carriage was placed on the broad back of an elephant, and through the carriage windows, one could vaguely see figures sitting inside.
Among these people, he sensed a terrifying aura that was as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea.
Grandmaster.
"There's a Grandmaster-level expert inside!"
Fang Han's breath hitched slightly at that moment.
Without any hesitation, he shifted his stance, fully activating the Wind God Step, and prepared to dodge far away.
Although there is no enmity between them and the other party is unlikely to target him, it is still best to stay away from dangerous situations.
Just then--
A clear voice came from the carriage on the back of the giant elephant.
" Fang Han?"
Fang Han stopped in his tracks and turned around to look.
The carriage curtain was lifted, and a familiar face peeked out.
Clad in a moon-white robe, exuding a cool and aloof air, it was none other than Bai Yan.
Bai Yan's gaze fell on Fang Han, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He then turned to look at another figure in the carriage and whispered something to him.
A moment later, Bai Yan leaped down from the giant elephant's back, his moon-white robe fluttering in the wind, and in a few leaps he was right in front of Fang Han.
"I never expected to run into you here."
Bai Yan stopped, nodded slightly to Fang Han, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his calm eyes.
"You're... going back to Qingyang Prefecture?"
Fang Han nodded.
"Our route back to the Heavenly Origin Sect is largely the same as your route back to Qingyang Prefecture."
Bai Yan said upon hearing this.
"Why don't you come with us? That way, we can look out for each other."
Fang Han stirred slightly.
Heavenly Origin Sect's destination is Heavenly Origin Prefecture, which borders Westview Prefecture. Traveling with them will not delay his exploration of the secret realm; on the contrary, it will save him a lot of travel time.
This allows him to use the time he would have spent traveling for cultivation.
Thinking of this, he met Bai Yan's gaze and nodded slightly:
"Then I'll have to trouble you."
Bai Yan's cool and aloof expression revealed a hint of genuine delight.
"Please."
Fang Han followed Bai Yan toward the elephant procession.
As they drew closer, the ferocious aura emanating from the demon became increasingly clear.
This is definitely a First Grade demon, and even among First Grade, it is extremely powerful, and it is very likely that it has reached the level of Break Three Passes barriers.
As expected of Overlord-Level Faction, they actually use such a monstrous creature as a mount.
Bai Yan led the way, Fang Han lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure like a leaf swept up by the wind, drifting gracefully to the carriage on the back of the giant elephant.
The carriage is spacious enough to accommodate more than twenty people sitting together.
Fang Han's gaze swept across the sedan chair; there were more than ten people inside.
Seated at the head of the table was an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a white robe, with a lean face and an elegant demeanor.
His aura was as deep as an abyss, yet extremely restrained; he was the very grandmaster he had sensed earlier using the Nether Guide.
Below the old man sat two middle-aged men and a middle-aged woman, all of whom exuded a calm and composed aura.
Judging from his aura, he is undoubtedly First Grade martial artist.
Nine other young men and women sat on either side, all dressed in matching moon-white outfits with light blue wind patterns embroidered on their cuffs.
Fang Han stopped and bowed to the old man and the three middle-aged men and women.
"This junior Fang Han, thanks you for allowing me to accompany you, senior."
A hint of a smile appeared in the old man's cloudy yet deep eyes, and he waved his hand, saying:
"Young friend Fang, you're too kind."
His voice was aged yet full of energy, carrying a gentle warmth unique to elders.
"At the Martial Arts Tournament, young friend, you defeated First Grade first-grade cultivator with only Second Grade cultivation, winning battle after battle. Even in the semi-finals, your defeat was still honorable. Such talent and strength truly make you a formidable young talent."
Fang Han humbly replied, "You flatter me, senior."
The old man smiled slightly and said no more.
The eyes of the nine young men and women inside the sedan chair were already fixed on Fang Han.
His gaze held curiosity, and a complex, indescribable meaning.
As disciples of Overlord-Level Faction, they are usually arrogant when they go out and rarely give ordinary people a second glance.
But the young man in the white robe before them forced them to put away their arrogance.
The top four in the Martial Arts Tournament, with a cultivation level of Second Grade Late Stage, unleashed combat power comparable to a martial artist who Break Three Passes, even defeating the senior brother Bai Yan.
Furthermore, she defeated Zhen Feixuan, Mid First Grade, a truly dazzling achievement.
"Brother Fang."
A handsome young man spoke first.
"When we first met Brother Fang at the Ancient Ruins, we felt that he was no ordinary person. We never expected that just one year later, he would become famous in the Imperial Capital at the Martial Arts Tournament."
Fang Han looked at the somewhat familiar young man and nodded:
"We met again after parting ways at the Ancient Ruins."
In fact, this was not the first time he had met these people.
The two sides did indeed meet briefly at the Ancient Ruins that day.
Another young woman, Xu Qing, chimed in, her voice clear and bright, tinged with barely suppressed curiosity:
"Brother Fang, your combat strength surpasses your cultivation by a full six minor realms. Could it be that you have already Perfection Realm a Low-Grade Artistic Conception martial art?"
Fang Han glanced at Xu Qing, made no attempt to hide it—nor could he—and said:
"I have indeed mastered a Low-Grade Artistic Conception martial art to the Perfection Realm."
He spoke casually, but everyone present was astonished.
Fang Han was easy to get along with, several young men and women started chatting with Fang Han.
Fang Han answered each question perfectly, striking the right balance.
The procession of giant elephants moved slowly along the official road.
That seemingly clumsy behemoth covered several meters with each step, and its speed was actually extremely fast.
The fields and trees on both sides of the official road rushed past outside the carriage, the wind whistling, but the carriage blocked them all out.
After traveling together for several days, Fang Han gradually became familiar with these disciples of the Heavenly Origin Sect.
The first to speak was a dashing young man named Han Lin, who possessed early- Second Grade cultivation and was one of the most outstanding disciples of the Heavenly Origin Sect True Disciple.
The woman with the clear, crisp voice was named Xu Qing, and she possessed Second Grade Mid-Stage cultivation level.
The others were all at the second or third rank in cultivation, and were all elites among the younger generation of the Heavenly Origin Sect.
Because Heavenly Origin Sect is the undisputed Overlord-Level Faction in Heavenly Origin Prefecture, their ranking within the sect is the same as their ranking on the Heavenly Origin Prefecture Prodigy Ranking.
One afternoon, the elephant caravan traversed a rolling hilly area.
Fang Han was talking with Han Lin, Xu Qing, and a few others when he suddenly looked out the carriage window with surprise.
On the distant horizon, the outline of a massive complex of buildings was slowly emerging.
The complex covers a vast area and, from a distance, resembles a small city.
Towering towers, sprawling palaces, and expansive plazas cast layers of shadows in the afternoon sun.
However, this magnificent complex exuded an indescribable sense of deathly stillness.
There was no smoke from cooking fires, no human voices, not even a trace of life.
The flags on the tower had long since decayed, the cracks in the bluestone slabs of the square were full of weeds and trees, and tattered spider webs hung under the eaves of the palace.
It has been abandoned.
Such a vast complex of buildings has been completely abandoned.