Hua Yunfei

"Life and death are irrelevant?"

Fang Yang faced the words of the Grandmaster of the Taixuan Sect and retorted with a shocking question.

The Grandmaster of the Taixuan Sect's blood surged, "Do you still intend to kill a few more people?"

This is too much!

It's truly too much!

"Just stop at the right point."

Having managed the sect for many years, the Grandmaster of the Taixuan Sect was ultimately a master of emotional control. After forcibly suppressing his anger, he could still manage a smile as he spoke these words.

Beside him, Li Ruoyu witnessed the entire process, let out a self-deprecating laugh, and then turned to leave, no longer intending to inquire about the matter.

No one paid attention to Li Ruoyu's departure.

"Thank you for your magnanimity, senior. I will do my best."

Fang Yang glanced at Li Ruoyu's retreating back, then looked at the Grandmaster of the Taixuan Sect before him, cupped his hands, and said earnestly.

Taixuan Sect, Star Peak Battle Stage.

The bronze battle stage, mottled with rust, had endured wind and rain, with many mottled bloodstains remaining, sufficient for battles below the Immortal Platform Realm.

At this moment, disciples from the one hundred and eight main peaks had crowded the area below the stage, an endless sea of people.

They were united in their hatred, ready to witness how the thief who stole the inheritance of Zhuo Peak would be utterly defeated by the disciples of the Taixuan Sect.

What about the Yao Guang Sacred Land?

What about the reserve Holy Son?

The majesty of the Taixuan Sect could not be violated by petty individuals.

"Make a big issue small, and a small issue disappear."

"These are the usual tactics of major powers. They wouldn't dare do anything to your fellow villager, the reserve Holy Son of the Yao Guang Sacred Land."

"The so-called challenge match is just to save face."

"Just you wait and see, the disciples of the Taixuan Sect who will enter the stage later will definitely be experts who have been immersed in the Four Extremities Secret Realm for many years, not disciples of the first heaven of the Four Extremities."

"After winning five matches, the Taixuan Sect will be able to gauge Fang Yang's strength, and then arrange an opponent of similar strength to 'lose' to Fang Yang."

"This way, they can preserve their own dignity and naturally let Fang Yang go without being criticized for being weak and spineless."

Ji Ziyue accompanied Ye Fan. They were far from the battle stage, and there were no Taixuan Sect disciples around them, but they still lowered their voices as they spoke.

"I really didn't expect him to reach this point so quickly."

After hearing Ji Ziyue's analysis and knowing that Fang Yang would be fine, Ye Fan's expression became complex.

He was still only a Divine Bridge Realm cultivator.

Yet Fang Yang had soared all the way, not only becoming a cultivator of the Four Extremities Secret Realm but also transforming into the reserve Holy Son of the Yao Guang Sacred Land.

It was impossible for Ye Fan not to feel a little envious.

However, he wouldn't be jealous of Fang Yang because of this; it only gave him more motivation for his cultivation.

"Did he really, like you, only start cultivating three years ago and open up the human body's Bitter Sea?"

Ji Ziyue asked curiously.

Such cultivation speed was truly astonishing and could be ranked among the historical records of the Eastern Wasteland.

"Yes."

Ye Fan did not hide anything.

There was no need to hide this information, which could be known with a little investigation.

"Then, it seems your fellow villager is destined to endure four beatings before he can successfully leave the Taixuan Sect."

Ji Ziyue was not optimistic about Fang Yang.

Whether it was ancient historical records or teachings from elders at home, they all told her that cultivating too quickly could lead to an unstable foundation. Each realm required a solid foundation to be polished before attempting to break through, and one must avoid seeking quick success.

Otherwise, with the Ji Family's resources and her brother Ji Haoyue being a Divine Body, how could he have only reached the Four Extremities Realm in twenty years?

Fang Yang, being a mortal body, cultivating to the Four Extremities Realm in just three years, must have extraordinary comprehension, but Ji Ziyue did not believe he had laid a sufficiently stable foundation.

"Lin Yi of Li Peak, please enlighten me!"

A slender, white figure leaped onto the battle stage, her aura of the fourth heaven of the Four Extremities Realm unreservedly released, like a torrential downpour.

"Fang Yang."

Fang Yang cupped his fists.

As soon as he finished speaking.

The woman in white opposite him lunged forward, holding a slender sword, which transformed into myriad flower petals, forming a splendid sea of flowers.

"The ultimate art of Li Peak!"

"Senior Sister Lin is overestimating this brat; she's using her full strength right from the start."

The disciples of Taixuan Sect were in an uproar. They were intimately familiar with the ultimate art Lin Yi was wielding and had already foreseen Fang Yang's inevitable end.

A cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Four Extremities Secret Realm attacking someone at the first heaven of the Four Extremities, and going all out from the very first move.

The advantage is mine.

Fang Yang did not recognize the ultimate art of Li Peak, nor did he need to. He raised his right hand, and a massive palm print composed of Primordial Sacred Light blasted outward.

The momentum was overwhelming, enough to make ghosts and gods recoil!

The so-called boundless sea of flowers, the ultimate art of Li Peak, was like a delicate blossom before true violence, crushed into a miserable, unrecognizable state.

Lin Yi's expression changed drastically. Her figure, graceful as a startled swan, retreated rapidly, but there was nowhere to hide.

The Primordial Sacred Light palm print was massive, yet it possessed the extreme speed of light. After tearing a giant hole through the sea of flowers, it arrived in an instant, slamming into the front of this Li Peak disciple.

Slap!

Her snow-white robes bloomed with a plum blossom of blood.

Lin Yi fell from the stage, heavily injured and unconscious.

"Not much of a fighter, I only used half my strength."

Fang Yang controlled the Primordial Sacred Light palm print, waving it left and right to shatter the remaining sea of flowers, his face displaying a perfectly measured hint of apology.

The Taixuan Sect disciples were in an uproar.

Ji Ziyue's small mouth hung open.

The Taixuan Sect Master frowned.

"Is a reserve Saint Son really this strong?"

He had not underestimated Fang Yang, understanding the weight behind the title of a reserve Saint Son of Yao Guang Sacred Land, but he had not expected the youth to cross three minor realms to defeat a true disciple of Li Peak.

"We cannot follow the previous arrangements; we must strike with a heavy hand!"

The Taixuan Sect Master sent a voice transmission to a trusted attendant, secretly swapping out the individuals scheduled to appear next.

"The Primordial Sacred Light Art of Yao Guang Sacred Land is well-deserved of its reputation. Since you have won this round, young friend, let us consider the previous matters settled."

"However, there are others in Taixuan Sect who wish to seek guidance on the Primordial Sacred Light Art. Would you be willing to fight another round, young friend?"

The Taixuan Sect Master said with a chuckle, showing no signs of anything amiss.

"That is perfectly fine."

Fang Yang accepted the challenge.

Since he was on someone else's turf, he had to give them some face.

However, with a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Four Extremities already defeated by his hand, who could the Taixuan Sect Master possibly send to salvage their lost dignity?

"I am Hua Yunfei, greetings, fellow Daoist!"

A youth in blue robes stood before the stage, giving off the feeling of a gentle breeze and a warm sun hanging in the sky.

The moment he appeared, the Taixuan Sect disciples erupted into thunderous cheers, shouting and rooting for this undisputed number one of the younger generation.

Star Peak was the strongest main peak of Taixuan Sect.

Hua Yunfei was the youngest grandson of the Star Peak Master and practiced the true teachings of Star Peak. Even though he had not yet reached perfection in the Four Extremities Secret Realm, being only at the second or third heaven, if one were to place him alongside the Lin Yi who had just stepped off the stage, no one would believe Hua Yunfei would lose.

"Your fellow countryman is definitely going to lose this time."

"My brother once crossed hands with Hua Yunfei, and the final result was only a narrow victory. This youngest grandson of the Star Peak Master is no simple character."

Ji Ziyue recounted a secret to Ye Fan.

The world believed that Ji Haoyue had only emerged from seclusion after his Divine Body reached minor completion, but little did they know that years ago, he had been brought to Taixuan Sect by his elders to engage in a friendly spar with Hua Yunfei.