The Thousand Spirits Sect was located in the area with the richest spiritual energy in the cultivation world, making it the dream sect for countless cultivators to join. At this moment, the abnormal flow of spiritual energy within the sect alarmed numerous mighty figures.
They emerged from their respective dwellings one after another, slightly turned toward the location of the outer sect disciples, and hurried over.
Meanwhile, the disciple who had been stirring up trouble earlier was now pale with fright.
The clothes of that piece of trash, Fang Zhiyi, were fluttering wildly as if being torn by a gale. With a single step forward, his original Foundation Establishment cultivation base surged dramatically. After three steps, he astonishingly broke through to the Nascent Soul realm right in front of everyone!
"You, you, what evil arts have you been practicing!" the disciple pointed at Fang Zhiyi, trembling.
"Demonic cultivator! The previous rumors about him colluding with demonic cultivators were true!" someone shouted.
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. His resting hand suddenly lifted and made a pinching motion in the air. The disciple from before was seemingly grabbed by the neck by an invisible hand, his entire body floating up into the air. He struggled in panic, even trying to use his protective astral qi to break free from Fang Zhiyi's control, but under total suppression, everything was futile.
"It was you, right? Making a mighty Foundation Establishment expert like me wash your clothes?"
These words made some of the terrified disciples freeze. This was somewhat unreasonable. A mighty Foundation Establishment expert? Do you hear yourself? Inner sect disciples were only at the Nascent Soul realm, and only those above the Soul Formation realm could be called mighty figures. You...
"Stop!" An angry rebuke descended from the sky. Along with the voice, a figure landed on the ground. An old man with extremely long eyebrows stood with his hands behind his back, surveying the scene. When he noticed that Fang Zhiyi had already broken through to the Nascent Soul realm, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"The Law Enforcement Elder is here! Don't be afraid, everyone!"
"Elder! Fang Zhiyi really is a demonic cultivator! He actually can..."
The Law Enforcement Elder raised his hand, and the disciples immediately shut their mouths.
Only Fang Zhiyi did not even spare him a glance. His hand remained steadily raised. Seeing that the disciple was about to die, the Law Enforcement Elder suddenly attacked. A long whip hidden in his sleeve struck toward Fang Zhiyi's wrist like a living creature.
"Just a mere Nascent Soul... yet you dare to disrespect your elders."
The Law Enforcement Elder was at the Soul Formation realm himself, so he was quite confident in dealing with Fang Zhiyi.
Who would have thought that this strike, which everyone believed would severely injure Fang Zhiyi, seemed to hit an invisible wall. The whip was directly deflected.
"Huh?"
This scene was also witnessed by the other elders who had arrived.
"Protective astral qi?"
They were not familiar with Fang Zhiyi. The only reason they knew him was because of a previous misunderstanding where Fang Zhiyi accidentally absorbed a spiritual herb, but they did not think highly of this disciple with mediocre aptitude.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly let go, and the disciple slumped limply to the ground, entirely devoid of life.
"Sect rules: those who bully their fellow disciples deserve to be killed."
"Arrogant junior! Since when did the sect have such a rule!" the Law Enforcement Elder shouted angrily.
Fang Zhiyi shot him a sidelong glance. "There wasn't before, but there is now."
The Sect Master stood not far away with his most favored head disciple, watching all of this. "To be able to break through to the Nascent Soul realm so quickly, and even use protective astral qi to block Elder Mu's whip... And he's just an outer sect disciple?"
Xu Ruolin, standing behind him, said, "Master, he is the guy who stole the spiritual herb back then..."
Another disciple quickly added, "I suspected he was colluding with demonic cultivators from the start, and it seems I was right! If he wasn't a demonic cultivator, how could he break through so fast!"
The Sect Master nodded slightly.
"What a pity."
While they were talking, the Law Enforcement Elder's whip was suddenly enveloped in a layer of crimson, striking toward Fang Zhiyi again like a venomous snake.
"Back then, you used this whip to lash the original owner, didn't you..." Fang Zhiyi reached out his hand and, under everyone's astonished gazes, grabbed the whip.
He took another step forward, and the aura around him continued to climb.
"You, you, you... audacious demonic cultivator, you..." A disciple trembled all over. Just now, Fang Zhiyi's cultivation actually advanced directly from the Nascent Soul realm to the Soul Formation realm!
The Law Enforcement Elder was also dumbfounded, but the killing intent in his eyes grew even stronger. Such a bizarre scene only proved that Fang Zhiyi must be a demonic cultivator! Today, he had to die here!
Little Hei sighed. "You made such a huge scene as soon as you arrived... Uh, you're bleeding."
Fang Zhiyi raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"It's cultivation, after all. Whoever has the bigger fist makes the rules. There's no need to reason with them like ordinary people do."
After saying that, the hand gripping the whip gave a violent shake. The Law Enforcement Elder only felt a fierce aura transmitting through the whip. The moment it touched his palm, that aura exploded directly, and countless minute streams of astral qi drilled into his skin.
Under the intense pain, he could only let go, then mobilize the true qi within his body to force out the rampaging astral qi.
"Evil spawn! Surrender at once!" The Sect Master finally spoke, and after his voice rang out, the other elders also made their moves.
They surrounded Fang Zhiyi in a fan-like formation.
"If you stop now, there is still room for redemption!"
Fang Zhiyi suddenly burst into loud laughter.
"Redemption? Whoever stops me from going home, I will kill."
These out-of-context words left everyone stunned. Looking at Fang Zhiyi's bloodshot eyes, the Sect Master made a judgment.
"He has experienced qi deviation and is beyond saving."
Little Hei also did not expect that its sudden proposal to send Fang Zhiyi back would cause the usually infinitely indifferent Fang Zhiyi to have such a huge emotional shift.
An elder was the first to strike, sending light blue flowers drifting toward Fang Zhiyi. Another elder also summoned his flying swords; seven flying swords pointed directly at the outer sect disciple who looked like a madman, exuding immense pressure.
However, Fang Zhiyi suddenly abandoned his defense. With a blur of his figure, he vanished from his spot.
In the next moment, to everyone's absolute shock, Fang Zhiyi appeared right beside the Law Enforcement Elder, who was clutching his hand.
"Bastard! What do you want to do!" The Law Enforcement Elder was still resisting the extremely abnormal astral qi in his right hand. Seeing the terrifyingly faced Fang Zhiyi suddenly close in, he immediately panicked.
If Fang Zhiyi were still at the Nascent Soul realm, he naturally wouldn't be afraid. But this guy right in front of him had just advanced directly to the Soul Formation realm, and he also sensed something anomalous. What people fear most is the unknown, and what Fang Zhiyi was displaying now was an anomaly none of them had ever seen before.
His shield was easily crushed by a wave of Fang Zhiyi's hand, and then Fang Zhiyi placed a hand on his shoulder as if to comfort him.
"Praise the Old Ghost."
Only Little Hei understood what this sentence meant. In that world where battle qi was cultivated, the Old Ghost could be said to have provided Fang Zhiyi with quite a few new ideas.
"You!"
Before the Law Enforcement Elder could finish his words, the flowers and flying swords containing terrifying energy chased Fang Zhiyi right up to them.
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