Because Black Tortoise True Art was not far away from breaking through, in the next few days, Fang Han increased the length of Black Tortoise True Art's practice without damaging his body.
Every afternoon, he would come to the open-air Cultivation Ground and practice Black Tortoise True Art in the open-air Cultivation Ground. He practiced for three hours.
Another afternoon.
Fang Han stands in the center of Cultivation Ground, slowly moves into Black Tortoise True Art's cultivation posture, and activates True Qi in the body to temper Flesh Refining's body.
Under the skin, the luster of Dark Gold is getting deeper and deeper, like bronze that has been tempered over time.
Between every breath, he could hear a clear buzzing sound coming from deep within his muscles and bones, as if there were countless heavy hammers beating his muscles, bones and membranes.
He could clearly feel that Black Tortoise True Art was getting closer and closer to the Perfection Realm.
It feels like the water has risen to the top of the dam, and only one last heavy rain is needed before it will overflow the dam and rush down.
Fang Han is not impatient, and still maintains a stable cultivation rhythm. He practices for three hours at a time, neither increasing nor decreasing his practice.
When the setting sun dyed the horizon orange, Fang Han slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, ending today's Black Tortoise True Art practice.
After leaving the training ground, Fang Han walked towards the hall.
"Master Fang, there is an invitation sent to you by Third Prince."
A Maid walked towards Fang Han and handed an invitation made entirely of gold with a four-clawed golden dragon logo in both hands, as exquisite as a work of art.
"Third Prince's invitation?"
Fang Han stopped, reached out to take the invitation, opened the wax seal, and unfolded the invitation.
"Three days later, Yuan Chen will set up Grandmaster Banquet in the mansion and specially invite Mr. Fang to visit, Chu Yuanchen."
"Third Prince became a grandmaster?"
Fang Han's eyes stayed on the three words Grandmaster Banquet for a moment.
As far as he knew, Third Prince Chu Yuanchen was known for his outstanding talent in cultivation among the many princes and daughters of the royal family. He was already a Break Three Passes warrior at just over thirty years old.
Unexpectedly, he would now break through the realm of Grandmaster and become a Grandmaster.
"Although this must be due to the blessing of royal resources, being able to step into the realm of a master at such an age is enough to illustrate the outstanding talent of Third Prince."
Fang Han has increased his evaluation of Third Prince's talent.
Third Prince became a grandmaster at the age of over thirty. Compared with his breakthrough and becoming a grandmaster at the age of twenty-two, although it is slightly inferior, it is still extremely extraordinary.
In terms of talent alone, it should be no worse than Qin Yuan, Chu Jinghong, and Lin Qingyin.
"Everyone should go and participate, both emotionally and rationally."
Fang Han decided to attend.
Third Prince lent him this courtyard to prevent him from sleeping on the street. He was very kind to him. Now he was invited to a banquet. Even though he was at an important juncture in his cultivation, he had to go there.
Three days later.
Fang Han is wearing a dark blue robe with Plain Longsword hanging at the waist, ready to go to Grandmaster Banquet to attend Third Prince.
He did not wear a middle-aged man's disguise mask on his face. He wore a middle-aged man's disguise mask before, in order to be recognized by others in order to achieve the purpose of appearing in Imperial Capital. Now that this purpose has been achieved, there is no need to wear a middle-aged man's disguise mask.
When I walked out of the room, the carriage in the other yard was ready.
This is a carriage with an ebony frame and gold threads embroidered with cloud patterns. The horse pulling the carriage is a snow-white horse with strong energy and blood comparable to a warrior. It is obviously not an ordinary horse.
Fang Han boarded the carriage, which drove out of the courtyard and drove towards Third Prince's mansion in Imperial Capital.
About half an hour later, the carriage slowly stopped in front of a huge mansion.
Fang Han stepped off the carriage and looked at this huge mansion. On the front door of the mansion Plaque had four big characters "Third Prince's Residence" written on it.
On both sides of the palace gate, there were more than a dozen guards wearing dark armor, with long swords hanging on their waists, and their breaths were calm.
Everyone has a strong cultivation base.
At this moment, at the gate of the mansion, guests are holding invitations and heading into the mansion under the guidance of stewards.
"May I ask, who is Mr. Fang Han Fang?"
A man who looked like a steward came forward quickly, bowed and asked.
"Exactly."
Fang Han nodded, took out the invitation, and handed it to the steward.
The steward took it, took a quick glance to confirm the authenticity, and immediately turned sideways to lead the way, leading Fang Han through the gate of the mansion and along a wide lapis lazuli road towards the depths of the mansion.
After walking for a short while, an open garden appeared in Fang Han's field of vision.
The garden is lush with flowers and plants, with rockeries and winding artificial streams. Dozens of rosewood tables are placed in an orderly manner, with rare melon and fruit cakes and Tea placed on the tables.
Guests sat down and chatted in small groups, and occasionally laughter spread, but it was not as noisy as in the market, but just right and not rude.
Fang Han glanced at the guests in the garden. There were strong men from the older generation with profound auras, as well as young heroes with young faces and high spirits.
He had seen many of these young heroes on Imperial Capital Martial Arts Tournament.
Third Prince Chu Yuanchen was standing next to the rockery, talking to several guests.
He broke through and became a grandmaster in his thirties. He has a handsome face and looks like a young man in his early twenties.
Dressed in black Brocade Robe, her hair tied with a jade crown, her brows have a bit of the noble temperament unique to a member of the royal family, but she is not arrogant and does not make people feel uncomfortable.
Seeing Fang Han being led to this garden by the steward, he apologized to several guests and turned around to welcome Fang Han.
"Mr. Fang, this is the first time we have officially met."
Chu Yuanchen greeted Fang Han with a smile and a warm attitude.
"I've seen Third Prince from afar on Martial Arts Tournament before, but this is the first time we've met officially."
Fang Han said with a smile.
"Congratulations to Third Prince for becoming a Grandmaster, a small gift to express my congratulations."
While speaking, he presented his congratulatory gift, which was one of President White Deer's collections obtained after the destruction of the White Deer Merchant Association.
"Young Master Fang is too polite. Are you still used to living in another courtyard? If there is anything missing, just ask the servants to take care of it."
Chu Yuanchen asked Servant beside him to step forward and accept it, and then said.
"Everything is fine. I would also like to thank Your Highness for lending me the villa to live in."
Fang Han Thank you sincerely.
"With a little effort, I can help you."
Chu Yuanchen said with a smile.
After chatting with Fang Han for a long time and showing how much he attached great importance to Fang Han, Chu Yuanchen said goodbye and went to receive other arriving guests.
This special treatment was noticed by many guests. Some recognized Fang Han, while others did not recognize Fang Han. They curiously asked acquaintances about Fang Han's identity.
After finishing the conversation with Chu Yuanchen, Fang Han was about to find a place to sit down. He looked around and noticed a small sandalwood Round Table in the east corner of the garden.
At this time, there were three people sitting next to this little Round Table, all of whom he knew.
One person was wearing Dark Gold's fancy clothes, with a long knife hanging on his waist, and a stern face. He was holding a glass of wine and drinking slowly. It was Qin Yuan.
One person is wearing a light cyan dress, her long black hair is casually pulled up with a jade hairpin, her face is beautiful and elegant, and she has a landscape-like elegance and indifference. She is none other than Lin Qingyin.
One person is wearing a pale pink dress, her skin is so thin that it is almost transparent, her beauty is bright and flamboyant, it is Zhen Feixuan.