A Daughter's Vintage Offered with Servile Flattery

This time.

No one said Fang Shu was putting on airs or being hypocritically grand anymore. Even Qin Min merely felt that Fang Shu's expression was cold. She was displeased that after greeting only a few "lapdogs" from the hall, he had not come over again.

The several disciples who had been following Qin Min saw that Fang Shu had not approached. After hesitating, they intended to go over and at least stand guard for him while he regulated his breathing.

But after taking only a few steps, they vaguely sensed Qin Min's gaze and instantly realized that things between Fang Shu and Qin Min had recently been somewhat tense.

For a moment, they looked at one another in dismay, thoroughly awkward and unsure what to do.

Three quarters of an hour later, Fang Shu slowly opened his eyes from his breathing-regulation state, his gaze tranquil.

If he had merely been restoring his blood and qi, he naturally would not have needed so much time. But while the iron was hot, he had pondered the Flame Blade Art and casually tempered the sinews and bones within his body.

In just half an hour, his cultivation progress had unexpectedly increased by another fraction, becoming "fifty-two percent"!

This unexpected clash against a Three-Tribulation Immortal had not only tested the might of the Flame Blade Art in his hands, but had also left his thoughts freer and sharper. Confidence sprouted within him, his bearing grew, as though a steel blade had been honed.

Unfortunately... Fang Shu's gaze shifted toward where Luo Dalang's corpse had been. He discovered that the body had already been collected and stuffed into a burlap sack. Only bloodstains remained on the floor tiles, and the head had been put back together.

The flesh and precious blood of a Three-Tribulation