If there's sothing more ridiculous than a Fourth Stage cultivator defeating a Fifth Stage cultivator, it would be a Third Stage cultivator defeating a Fifth Stage one!
This is almost like a fairy tale!
The three mbers of the Chongwu Guard, who were responsible for protecting Xiang Yang and the others, looked at Fang Yuan as if they had seen a ghost.
It was already absurd for him to charge toward the Demon Tide alone, but now he had even killed Crocodile Lord?
"This kid... he's definitely more monstrous than Chongwu Hou's direct disciple..." Yan Nan muttered to himself.
"In that case, I guess it's not too embarrassing for to get beaten by this kid..."
Yin Fifteen, standing among the Chongwu Guard, strangely felt a lot more relaxed.
...
The task of slaying demons and removing evil from the Henglin Mountain Range was completed successfully. Fang Yuan returned with the Chongwu Guard and left a few people behind to handle Crocodile Lord's corpse.
The body of a Fifth Stage Demon Lord was practically a treasure from head to toe.
On the way back, Yin Fifteen took the initiative to walk up to Fang Yuan and patted him on the shoulder.
"Not bad, Hero Fang. I originally thought I had already underestimated you, but turns out I was still wrong!"
"With your talent, you might beco the second Chongwu Hou in the future!"
"When that happens, I can proudly say that I once sparred with Hero Fang!"
Fang Yuan glanced at him. "What's with your behavior?"
"Hm?"
"I an, you're flattering pretty comfortably. I suggest you keep it up."
"Heh, I'm just speaking the truth," Yin Fifteen said, his thick skin showing no sign of sha. "Forget about the future, just in the present, becoming the direct disciple of the Master seems almost certain!"
"Direct disciple?"
"Yeah..." Yin Fifteen beca slightly gloomy as he ntioned this, "The Master recruits talents far and wide and takes in many disciples, but even I'm just a nad disciple. There's only one direct disciple."
"At just 16 years old, reaching the mid-Fourth Stage... That's so terrifying talent."
"Is that so..." Fang Yuan wasn't too interested in the direct disciple but asked, "Do you have any healing pills? Give a pound."
"Healing pills by the pound?" Yin Fifteen complained, but still handed Fang Yuan a bottle of pills. "But didn't you not get injured?"
At this point, Yin Fifteen couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It must be the blessing of the heavens that allowed Fang Yuan to awaken such an extraordinary defensive talent!
"I'm just eating it for fun." Fang Yuan took the bottle and quickly swallowed a pill.
Then, he saw his health bar visibly increase by a small amount.
"Sure enough, food supplents can restore health. dicine supplents work even better."
Fang Yuan smiled and then brought the whole bottle of pills to his mouth, directly sucking from it.
"Wait, why are you eating so many?" Yin Fifteen was shocked. "One pill is enough; eating more won't stack the effects!"
Fang Yuan shook his head. "No, you don't understand the constitution of sports students."
"Sports students? Is that a term for so kind of genius?" Yin Fifteen pondered.
On the screen below, Fang Yuan's health bar kept jumping forward like a frog leaping, bit by bit.
But it was unclear whether his health bar was too long, or the healing pills weren't strong enough, but after finishing the whole bottle, his health bar only recovered to about 30%.
"Do you have more?" Fang Yuan looked at Yin Fifteen again, feeling a bit anxious as his health bar was too low.
Yin Fifteen had brought only one bottle, but he had his ways. He imdiately shouted:
"Brothers, does anyone have healing pills? Our future direct disciple of Chongwu Hou needs them!"
Swish, swish, swish, the surrounding Chongwu Guards imdiately handed over bottles, each holding one.
Though most of them weren't familiar with Fang Yuan, given his talent, it would be wise to build a relationship.
Thus, Fang Yuan ate healing pills to his heart's content, and his health bar went from about 20% to 70%.
This stuff is great, just like health potions in gas. Looks like I'll need to carry more of these in the future.
On the way, Fang Yuan learned more about Chongwu Hou from Yin Fifteen.
Chongwu Hou's life could easily be written as a legendary biography.
He was one of the Eight Great Princes of the Yan Kingdom, the youngest and lowest-ranking at the ti of his rise.
Chongwu Hou ca from humble beginnings, fought countless battles for the country, and his cultivation reached the peak.
At his most powerful, he could suppress an entire powerful enemy nation with his own strength.
But what happened afterward, Yin Fifteen wasn't too clear about.
He only knew that he was eventually sent by the emperor to this remote Jianghai Province, where he beca a small local lord. For soone like Chongwu Hou, this was essentially a punishnt.
Upon hearing this, Fang Yuan had a general understanding of Chongwu Hou.
He had once been glorious, even entering the power center of the Yan Kingdom, but now he was struggling in obscurity.
From what Fang Yuan had read in his past life's history, when things reached this point, Chongwu Hou would either enter a peak period of poetry and creativity, or he would raise his arm and rebel...
Fang Yuan had so small expectations.
...
In the county office of Songyun County, the Tianjiao from the Tianjiao Camp all had gloomy expressions.
They hadn't recovered from the terrifying Demon Tide. If it weren't for the sudden dissolution of the Demon Tide, so of them might have ended up as the demons' food.
"Huh? Where's one of them? Where's Fang Yuan?"
At this mont, soone suddenly noticed a missing student.
"Fang Yuan..." Lu Tianrang's eyes showed a shocked glint.
"The last ti I saw him, he was rushing straight toward the Demon Tide alone."
Upon hearing this, all the Tianjiao present gasped.
"Are you kidding? We couldn't even escape, and he went straight in?"
"What's the difference between him and a madman?!"
"Do you think he died in there?"
...
Hearing their discussion, Mo Wuhen, who was not far away, suddenly had a dark thought.
He hoped Fang Yuan would die in that Demon Tide!
He would never forget the look Fang Yuan had given him, as if he were an ant!
If Fang Yuan died, then in the Tianjiao Camp, he would still be number one!
He would still be the true genius!
All the unpleasantness would be forgotten!
Mo Wuhen's breath beca rapid. He didn't dare to harbor any killing intent toward Fang Yuan, as he was no match for him.
So, he prayed that the demons would kill Fang Yuan!
anwhile, Bai Feng anxiously stared at the gate of the office, while Lin Jing had her eyes closed, as if she was detached from everything around her.
But her trembling eyelashes revealed that she wasn't calm inside.
They were all waiting for one person... or for that person not to appear.
Half a stick of incense later, the gate of the office suddenly beca lively. The Chongwu Guards entered one by one, with Fang Yuan surrounded in the center, like a star surrounded by the moon.
At this point, Fang Yuan had changed into a new outfit, wearing a green robe. He looked vibrant and handso.
Mo Wuhen clenched his fists, feeling an indescribable sense of disappointnt.
Lin Jing secretly let out a sigh of relief.
"Brother Fang!" Bai Feng smiled and walked up to greet him.
"Mm." Fang Yuan nodded lightly, sweeping his gaze across the crowd, before suddenly stopping on Mo Wuhen's head.
Noticing Fang Yuan's gaze, Mo Wuhen was startled and quickly lowered his head, not daring to et his eyes.
Even though he felt a thousand grievances in his heart, he didn't dare to show any displeasure toward Fang Yuan, not even a look of resentnt.
He had learned his lesson from last ti. He absolutely could not act up in front of Fang Yuan...
But the next mont, Mo Wuhen felt a strong wind rushing toward him. A trendous force suddenly exploded in his chest!
Boom!
His figure was sent flying, a spray of blood flowers trailing in the air, before crashing into a wall of the office, smashing it down!
Mo Wuhen's body sank into the collapsed brick wall, motionless.
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