Those seemingly soft and harmless flowers exploded the moment they touched a human body. The deafening roar made the low-level cultivation disciples cover their ears, followed by radiant light and billowing dust.
"Oh my, I couldn't hold back," the Sword Cultivator Elder said lightly.
The Sect Master glanced at him. The Sword Cultivator Elder and the Disciplinary Elder had never gotten along. If this wasn't suspected of settling a personal vendetta, he wouldn't believe it.
But it didn't really matter... The fiercer these guys fought, the more secure his position as Sect Master would be.
However, after the smoke and dust cleared, a jaw-dropping scene appeared before everyone.
The Disciplinary Elder was charred all over, with two flying swords pierced through his body. A moment later, his body gradually collapsed, while Fang Zhiyi retracted the hand that had been gripping his neck and patted his own shoulder.
"Tsk, my clothes got dirty."
"To actually use Elder Mu as a shield! Utterly arrogant!" The Sect Master was thoroughly enraged.
The Sword Cultivator Elder narrowed his eyes slightly, raising his index and middle fingers. With just a single hand gesture, the remaining flying swords tore through the air and charged at Fang Zhiyi.
The corners of Fang Zhiyi's mouth curled up slightly, and the imposing aura on his body erupted once more.
The shockwave swept across everything around him. Some disciples were even blown several meters away before crashing to the ground.
"He actually has such means?" A trace of astonishment flashed through the Sword Cultivator Elder's eyes. It wasn't because of anything else, but because in this split second, Fang Zhiyi's cultivation realm had shot straight from Soul Formation to Void Refinement!
But he wasn't afraid. One must know that sword cultivators had always been able to kill opponents across realms. The stronger this bizarre disciple was, the more excited he became!
However, when his precious flying swords were caught between Fang Zhiyi's fingers, and their ferocious momentum was abruptly halted, the Sword Cultivator Elder couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.
Fang Zhiyi merely applied a little force with two fingers, and the tip of the priceless flying sword was bent.
At the same time, he caught the remaining flying swords one by one, bending them with sheer brute force right in front of everyone.
"You're not worthy to be my opponent yet," Fang Zhiyi pointed a finger at the Sword Cultivator Elder, whose face had turned beet red.
The Sect Master could no longer remain calm. Without warning, he waved his sleeve, and golden light flew from his hand, gradually converging into a massive golden dragon that roared and lunged at Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi turned his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. "I've noticed that you cultivators always like to use these flashy, useless tricks."
Little Hei looked at Fang Zhiyi. It knew that because Fang Zhiyi had been forcefully breaking through, this body was on the verge of collapsing.
Facing the Sect Master's personal attack, Fang Zhiyi actually showed no fear, flying up to meet the golden dragon formed by the light.
Everyone watched helplessly as he collided with the giant dragon. In merely a moment, the giant dragon shattered inch by inch. Glowing golden runes gradually fell, as if putting on a meteor shower for the crowd.
And Fang Zhiyi simply walked through the air, stepping step by step until he was right in front of the Sect Master.
The Sect Master was also stunned. He couldn't figure out what kind of monster this disciple was. In such a short time, going from Foundation Establishment to Void Refinement—it was impossible! Not even the Demon Venerable Ning Xiaoyao could do this!
Looking at the blood-red eyes of Fang Zhiyi before him, the Sect Master's once calm heart was now in complete panic. Not only had this disciple broken through consecutively, but his combat experience was also extremely rich! He had just noticed that Fang Zhiyi could flexibly mobilize the spiritual energy within his body, accurately gathering it at a single point for defense or attack before dispersing it again!
Based on this alone, this piece of trash in the eyes of others was a hundred percent absolute genius!
"You, do you want to..."
Unexpectedly, Fang Zhiyi grabbed his face and shoved him aside. The personal disciples hiding behind him were exposed to Fang Zhiyi.
"So it's you guys, right? Spreading rumors that I colluded with demonic cultivators?"
The scene was deadly silent.
Fang Zhiyi spoke again impatiently, "Let's all talk about it. Who said I colluded with demonic cultivators?"
"With such methods, are you not a demonic cultivator? I think you just used demonic methods..." a disciple still clamored.
Fang Zhiyi nodded as if suddenly understanding. "Any more?"
Seeing him like this, another disciple glanced at the surrounding elders and his own master, mustering up his courage. "You even killed the Disciplinary Elder just now! And you still say you aren't a spy for the demonic cultivators? If you, if you are willing to hand over your demonic cultivation technique, Master will definitely deal with you leniently!"
Fang Zhiyi laughed. Even now, they were still coveting his techniques?
"A flaw!" The elder who had controlled the flowers earlier suddenly attacked. However, he forgot that the current Fang Zhiyi was a whole major realm higher than him. Not only did his attack fail, but it also brought trouble upon himself.
Fang Zhiyi vanished from his spot, and in the next moment, he directly crushed the elder's neck. Then, right in front of everyone, he grabbed the elder's Primordial Spirit and gave it a gentle squeeze.
This person was completely erased from the world.
Then, Fang Zhiyi returned to Xu Ruolin and the others. "Did everyone hear that? They say I collude with demonic cultivators. What do you all think?"
His gaze swept over everyone present, whether it was the Sect Master, the elders, or the ordinary disciples.
Suddenly, an ordinary disciple shouted, "Slander! It's absolutely slander! Senior Brother Fang is a peerless genius! How could he possibly collude with demonic cultivators!"
His words opened up a new train of thought for the others.
"Right! From the very beginning, I didn't believe Junior Brother Fang would collude with demonic cultivators!"
"I've suspected you guys for a long time! You personal disciples ganged up to frame an outer sect disciple! Have you no shame?"
Hearing the overwhelming accusations from the crowd, the personal disciples were dumbfounded.
"You... you..." A female cultivator raised her hand, clearly quite angered. "You actually dare to blame me?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at her. Ignorant and fearless people truly existed everywhere.
"Disciplinary... uh... the Disciplinary Elder is dead, I forgot. Then, elders, and Sect Master, do you think I colluded with demonic cultivators?"
The remaining elders looked at the Sect Master, and the Sect Master looked at Fang Zhiyi. Then, the Sect Master suddenly struck out, slapping his precious disciple across the air and sending her flying.
"The sect rules strictly forbid framing fellow disciples! Have you all forgotten? It's all because I've been too lax in disciplining you!"
"Master! You hit me??" The female cultivator covered her face, looking entirely in disbelief.
Even the disciples below couldn't bear it anymore. Sis, it's one thing for you to be arrogant normally as a personal disciple, but do you really not understand the situation now? Fang Zhiyi has already killed two elders, and even the Sect Master has backed down, yet you're still acting so tough?
"Oh? Your disciple doesn't seem very convinced, Sect Master," Fang Zhiyi said sinisterly.
"Where are the Disciplinary Hall disciples!"
The Disciplinary Hall disciples, who had long been scared silly, finally reacted.
"Sect Master, we are here!"
"Lock her up! Lock her up!"
Fang Zhiyi, however, raised his hand. "Wait, there are also these few."
A trace of hesitation flashed across the Sect Master's face. "Lock them all up!"
"Master!"
"Master!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
