Zhao Fu had now fully accomplished it. Not only had he accomplished it, he had even exceeded her expectations, becoming the strongest beneath the peerless prodigies—far more outstanding than those direct disciples.
At this moment, Yang Suran felt half joy and half worry.
What worried her was that, given her nature, she could never possibly become someone else's maid. From now on, she would have to look after a man, and might even have to serve him with her body.
Even if she was unwilling, there was nothing she could do. Faced with that man's formidable power, she had no strength to resist.
What delighted her was that Zhao Fu possessed such terrifying power. Becoming his maid would bring countless benefits, allowing her to gain greater status and stronger power. From now on, no one would dare offend her.
That alone made her rather happy.
Finally, there was Qiu Li, that androgynous woman. Her expression turned solemn. Zhao Fu had now reached the thirtieth floor, which had already surprised her somewhat. Zhao Fu had proven his excellence and strength.
As for whether Zhao Fu could step onto the highest floor next, she was not very certain. No one had reached the top floor for many years, and Qiu Li understood how difficult it was.
If Zhao Fu could not make it up there, she could still accept it. As long as Zhao Fu proved himself no weaker than the other peerless prodigies, she would not mind becoming Zhao Fu's maid.
Zhao Fu looked at the Taiji diagram before him, clenched a fist, and poured a powerful force into it before throwing a tentative punch.
Bang!
A dull sound rang out as Zhao Fu's fist struck the Taiji diagram, and a gust of wind spread outward. But the next moment, the