A Resounding Slap to This Era (Seeking Follow-ups and Updates)

On the first day, the outside world was filled with clamor, and many people pointed fingers at him.

Fang Xuan was well aware of this, but he turned a blind eye to it all.

He knew very well that what was meant to come would come sooner or later.

On the second day, the noise persisted, though the number of people had dwindled, as if someone had intervened to stop them.

It seemed Dugu Yan had taken action, and by this time, he had not touched a drop of water or a grain of rice for a day and a night.

Hunger began to overwhelm his body, and he instinctively wanted to use his soul power to alleviate it.

But Ye Qinru's final words echoed in his mind, and he forced himself to suppress the urge.

On the third day, a light rain began to fall from the sky.

It provided a slight relief to his parched lips, though the hunger remained.

On this day, there seemed to be more people than on previous days.

They were all watching him, but they were not as noisy as they had been the first two days.

They simply watched quietly, neither approaching nor disturbing him.

On the fourth day, the rain stopped.

A figure appeared before him, but his mind was already drifting, and he could not clearly see the person's face; he only heard them speak a few words to him.

He did not pay much attention to what was being said; perhaps they were calling him a fool, or perhaps they were urging him to give up.

However, none of that seemed important to him; he only knew that the seven days had not yet passed.

Someone was waiting for him. It might look foolish, but he was just an ordinary person, and this was all he could do.

The fifth day was overcast.

There was no wind or rain, and the sunlight was obscured by thick clouds.

On this day, the tightly shut door opened.

No one came out, but a figure entered the house.

Fang Xuan did not know who it was, but he knew that as the person passed by him, his nearly exhausted mental energy was slightly restored.

On the sixth day, the weather seemed beautiful, but his legs had long since gone numb.

His entire being had become dazed and sluggish, yet he remained kneeling there like a statue.

On this day, Yu Tianheng returned.

He came to his side, wanting to persuade him to give up and telling him that perhaps there were other ways.

But he refused; after all, if he had wanted to give up, he would have done so long ago.

Now, only the final day remained, and he would not give up no matter what.

The seventh day, the final day.

On this day, many people came to Heaven Dou City.

There were more than on any previous day, yet no one came forward to urge him to give up, and there was no mockery.

In their eyes, there was only respect. For seven days and six nights, Fang Xuan had knelt there without moving an inch.

No one knew how he had endured it, nor could anyone understand why he did it.

Because in their eyes, it was just a woman; was it really worth risking his life for?

Moreover, it was merely a seemingly absurd accident. The most critical point was that Fang Xuan had clearly gained all the benefits, so why was his attitude so humble?

They did not understand, but that did not prevent them from respecting Fang Xuan.

In the distance, Xue Qinghe watched this scene silently, his expression appearing exceptionally complex.

He was the very person who had come before Fang Xuan on the fourth day.

He had already investigated everything about Fang Xuan.

But it was only three days ago that he had been shocked when he saw the results.

Fang Xuan, eighteen years old, Martial Soul: Magic Seed, innate soul power: 1

That was right, Fang Xuan's innate soul power was only level one, which was considered the lowest tier.

When he saw this, he had also assumed that Fang Xuan was merely a despicable villain who had used underhanded means to climb the social ladder.

But when he continued reading, he was completely dumbfounded.

The people she had sent out had investigated thoroughly, clearing out almost every detail of Fang Xuan's life.

This included his true soul power level and every match he had fought at the Soto Great Soul Arena.

She had even clearly investigated the incident where he had single-handedly defeated the Shrek Academy group.

Afterward, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect had sent people to deal with him, but Fang Xuan had already left, so they did not succeed.

"He has a secret, and a very big one at that."

Xue Qinghe was certain of this, which was why she had gone to find Fang Xuan on the fourth day.

She tried to persuade him to submit to her, promising that if he were willing to yield, she would help him marry Ye Lingling.

Yet, he remained completely silent, kneeling there so quietly that her actions made her feel like a fool casting pearls before swine.

At the time, she had been furious, yet utterly helpless.

Over the past few days, she had kept a constant watch on him; if she had initially been drawn to the secrets hidden within him, she was now captivated by his conduct and character.

She shared the same doubt as everyone else: was doing this really worth it?

But Fang Xuan gave them no answer; he simply knelt there in silence, delivering a resounding slap in the face to everyone present and to this entire era.

Inside the door, Ye Qinru's expression turned incredibly complex.

She truly had not expected Fang Xuan to go to such lengths.

"Qinru, that is enough. Must you really drive that child Lingling to her death before you are satisfied?"

Tang Yuehua, standing to the side, tried to dissuade her with a sigh; she was the person who had entered this place on the fifth day.

Tang Yuehua and Ye Qinru were close friends, and she had received news of the situation here the moment it began.

However, she knew very well that some matters were not convenient for her to involve herself in.

Yet, by the fifth day, she could no longer hold back, because Ye Qinru had sent word that Ye Lingling had been on a hunger strike for several days.

Ever since Fang Xuan began kneeling outside the gate, she had not eaten a single thing, and no matter how Ye Qinru tried to persuade her, it was to no avail.

With no other options, she had been forced to seek outside help.

Tang Yuehua had rushed over upon hearing the news, saw Fang Xuan kneeling outside, and had even reached out to assist him.

Her martial soul, the Ruyi Ring, possessed an amplifying effect on the spirit.

As the only direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect remaining in the world, her martial soul was a mutation of the Clear Sky Hammer.

Just like Yu Xiaogang, her martial soul also suffered from a massive defect.

This defect had caused her spirit power to remain stuck at level nine forever, unable to advance even a single step.

However, she did not go down the wrong path like Yu Xiaogang; instead, relying on the unique properties of her martial soul, she established the Moon Pavilion, became its mistress, and remained in Heaven Dou City.

It was precisely because of this uniqueness that Spirit Hall had not liquidated her at the time, and she had remained unmarried ever since.

Ye Lingling was someone she had watched grow up; she was very fond of her and treated her like her own daughter.

It was just that her view of Fang Xuan was completely different from Ye Qinru's, and though she had tried to persuade Ye Qinru in the past, all her attempts had ended in failure.

Until the arrival of this final day.

"No! There is still half a day left, just half a day; he will surely retreat in the face of difficulty."

Ye Qinru muttered to herself; she did not believe that a person like Fang Xuan could exist in this world.

Because she had been hurt and deceived, she harbored a deep-seated rejection of men.

She had thought this way for years, but that conviction was being worn away bit by bit at this very moment.

She gazed at the tightly shut door before her, with Fang Xuan kneeling on the other side.

As long as she opened this door, everything would end, which would also signify that the beliefs she had held onto for so many years were wrong.

Right now, she neither wanted to lose nor to win.

She was trapped in a state of extreme contradiction and complexity.

Tang Yuehua watched this scene and sighed helplessly.

As time ticked away, the sun in the sky moved from the east to the west.

The twilight glow spilled over Fang Xuan's body, which was already covered in mud.

He silently raised his head and looked at the tightly shut door.

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