Breakthrough to the Martial Artist Realm

"This isn't right. This definitely isn't merely a breakthrough into the Martial Soldier Realm!"

Su Fang could feel it—every moment, his flesh and blood were undergoing earth-shattering changes.

Having already experienced one advancement, Su Fang knew clearly that he was not merely breaking through in terms of his physical body.

"The soul... It's the Soul Art, and also soul arts!"

Su Fang's mind jolted. Before he could figure out what had gone wrong—

From the grave behind him, a ghastly pale hand frantically reached outward.

"You ask when I shall return, but no date is set..."

"Delicious flesh and blood... Mad Old Man is gone... A feast..."

The Specter seemed to have discovered something. It silently drifted toward Su Fang at a slow pace.

Yet along the way, it was exceedingly cautious, as though afraid Mad Old Man would suddenly appear.

Unfortunately, the Specter, whose sanity had long been scattered by the Yin Baleful Qi, saw only how delicious Su Fang's flesh was. It had no idea that this fellow's destructive power was even more terrifying.

"A Martial General Rank Specter?"

At the critical point of his breakthrough, Su Fang had already sensed the Specter drifting toward him with boundless malice.

Just as Su Fang was about to strike back, he suddenly discovered that the Creation Flame, which had originally floated within his dantian, instantly appeared at his side and blasted toward the Specter.

Boom!

"Ah!"

The Creation Flame directly set the Specter ablaze, turning it into specks of fluorescent light that floated through the air.

Then, those motes of light returned to Su Fang's body along with the Creation Flame.

Suddenly!

Su Fang's qi and blood, originally like a furnace, began madly converging into his body.

As Su Fang's skin underwent this cycle of contraction and expansion, it instantly transformed into something like jade, carrying a faint glow!

As for his blood, as it coursed through him, it had already surpassed the sound of lead and mercury. In a daze, it seemed like a vast ocean, endlessly surging.

"Hehehe, I have four rings now, so Little Madman can knock my head four times. Four times, four times..."

Old Sun happily held the four storage rings in his hand, each glimmering with a trace of golden light, as he hurried back toward the place he had just left.

Yet before he had taken a few hundred steps, he suddenly heard the sound of drums.

Thump, thump, thump...

The sound was distant and ancient, as though someone were continuously beating a beast-skin drum made from hides dating back to primordial times.

Old Sun, who had worn a foolish expression moments earlier, suddenly changed color, revealing a trace of shock.

"This is... a heart beating like thunder. How could someone temper their body to such a degree?"

"Legend has it that when the gods descended upon this continent, the sound of their hearts was like rolling thunder, terrifying countless demons and fiends!"

"Could someone capable of forging such a heart possess talent that rivaled the gods?"

When Old Sun saw that this aura came from Su Fang, his expression changed again and again. His initial shock became a sigh, and then he pulled another storage ring from his robes.

"Little Madman, don't let me down!"

"The sound of my heart is a little too loud, and this skin of mine is also too hard to conceal. Looks like I need to find a way to learn some disguise techniques!"

Su Fang looked at his hands. Not only were they brimming with strength, but they also shone with a bronze hue.

"I never expected such tremendous changes could occur within my body in such a short time. Still, this tempering of my body has made my combat strength comparable to a Martial Sect."

As Su Fang spoke, he casually struck the tombstone behind him, which had been forged from Black Iron Heavy Stone.

Bang!

Crack, crack, crack...

With that heavy blow, the originally incomparably hard tombstone turned into a pile of rubble.

Through the connecting fragments, one could vaguely still make out what had been written upon it.

But unfortunately, it had all become a thing of the past.

"My strength has grown stronger. I just failed to rein it in a little!"

Su Fang gave a bitter smile, then dug another sizable hole and threw all the tombstone fragments into it.

He would need to train often in the future so that he could better control his explosively increased strength.

Just after finishing all this, Su Fang saw Mad Old Man charging madly toward him from afar.

Mad Old Man's long hair streamed behind him, while the clothes covering his body had somehow been torn into rags and fluttered in the wind.

Yet he made quite a commotion. Any tombstone blocking his path was kicked aside with one foot.

Even grave clusters protected by formations received a kick.

For a time, the tombstones throughout this graveyard suffered disaster, all smashed apart by Mad Old Man, that invincible heavy truck.

"Come, come, come, Little Madman! These are the rings I found. They're exactly the same as yours. Hurry up and knock my head!"

Mad Old Man spoke with an impatient expression, directly plopping down onto the ground to await Su Fang's "craniotomy."

Without revealing anything, Su Fang accepted the rings. However, rather than opening them, he took out the three spirit pills from his own storage ring.

After activating his soul power, Su Fang moved above Mad Old Man's head and began pressing the soul power on the spirit pills down onto Mad Old Man's head.

Slap, slap, slap...

Mad Old Man had been enjoying himself when he suddenly felt the tapping on his head stop.

His expression immediately changed, and he looked at Su Fang with some anger.

"Little Madman, are you bullying me because I can't count?

"I clearly gave you five rings just now. Why did you only tap me three times?"

Perhaps Mad Old Man truly was mad in ordinary times, but when it came to having his head tapped, he was unusually shrewd.

But when he turned to look at Su Fang, he saw that the previously lively Su Fang had gone pale, his eyes dull and lifeless, his aura in complete disorder, as though he would collapse at any moment.

After finishing those three taps, Su Fang sat down stiffly to one side, gasping for breath as the Yin Baleful Qi around him continuously eroded his body.

"Old Sun can't take it anymore. Right now, I can only tap your head four times a day at most. I'll help you with the remaining tap tomorrow!"

As Su Fang spoke, he once again activated the Soul Art within his body, doing his utmost to lower the spiritual power of his soul.

Su Fang allowed the external Yin Baleful Qi to enter his body, refusing to let the power of the Creation Golden Core disperse it.

He could not circulate the Dao Scripture Secret Canon either, instead allowing the Yin Baleful Qi to erode his body.

Before long, Su Fang looked like an old man with one foot in the grave. His once-youthful skin quickly began to wither.

Old Sun froze for a moment, but he still had to put on a dissatisfied expression. "I'll remember this. If you don't keep your word, I'll toss you into a pot, boil you, and eat you."

Upon hearing this, Su Fang did not doubt in the slightest that Old Sun was capable of such a thing.

This mad old man could dig up dead people's bones, boil them into medicine, and drink it. Su Fang would never doubt that he could eat a living person.

"Of course, of course. I'm too tired today. I'm going back to rest." Su Fang slowly made his way toward his residence.