He smiled. "Isn’t that Brother Li of Huaye Island? What are you doing mixed up with Cultivators from Taihao Mountain?"
When Li Yan Nian saw Fang Cheng, he too looked surprised and a little caught off guard.
However, he didn’t respond to Fang Cheng. Instead, he turned to the leader of the group and said, "Brother Feng, this man and I have a bit of a grudge. We absolutely cannot let him enter."
The man from the Feng Family sneered upon hearing this. "I still have to give Fellow Daoist Li so face. As for you, fellow Daoist, you’d best go find your opportunities elsewhere."
Fang Cheng remained impassive and asked, "Must it be this way?"
The Feng Family man said arrogantly, "This is how I’ve always done things. If you’re not convinced, fellow Daoist, I can play a couple of rounds with you."
Li Yan Nian whispered from the side, "Be careful, Brother Feng. This man uses Poison Gu and loves to launch sneak attacks. Don’t fall for his tricks."
The Feng Family man frowned slightly, took out a Rejuvenation Talisman, and said nonchalantly, "Gu arts? Trivial tricks. My Taihao Mountain’s thunder techniques are their perfect counter."
The other Feng Family Cultivators around them also stirred their auras, glaring at Fang Cheng with unfriendly expressions as they focused their minds and raised their guard.
For a mont, flashes of Thunder Light and arcs of electricity flickered through the surrounding void.
Fang Cheng laughed. "As it happens, I recently acquired a new Magical Artifact. In that case, I’ll have to ask you all to appraise it for ."
With that said, a gleaming Golden Rope shot out from his sleeve, streaking forward like lightning. In the blink of an eye, it was right in front of the Feng Family Cultivators.
The Feng Family Cultivator let out a hearty laugh, his body erupting with electrical sparks as he threw a punch toward the Golden Rope.
But in the next mont, his laughter stopped abruptly.
The Golden Rope simply swayed once and wrapped around him several tis!
In an instant, all the Feng Family Cultivator’s Magical Power was sealed away. He couldn’t muster even a shred of it, rendering him no different from a mortal.
The other end of the Golden Rope swayed and extended, forming more than a dozen loops out of thin air that bound all the other Cultivators one by one.
’What kind of Magical Artifact is this?’
Everyone was utterly shocked. They struggled with all their might but couldn’t budge it in the slightest.
Li Yan Nian said, full of shock and anger, "Fang Cheng, don’t just show off with a Magical Artifact that Elder Ye gave you! If you have any real guts, why don’t you fight Brother Feng one-on-one with your true abilities?"
Fang Cheng couldn’t be bothered with him. He directly unleashed his Li Hen Demon Light, sweeping it over the dozen or so Cultivators.
Black flas erupted from the bodies of the Feng Family Cultivators. They scread miserably, terrified beyond asure, and only then rembered to desperately beg for rcy.
Fang Cheng stood in the void with his hands behind his back, watching impassively. In just a few monts, the group of Cultivators was refined into ashes that scattered through the air.
Fang Cheng waved his sleeve, retracting the Immortal Binding Rope, and gracefully flew into the Purple Mist Vortex.
...
「Ten days later.」
In the third-level space of the ruined tower.
Heavy snow swirled over a vast, snowy Icefield.
ZING!
A sword humd softly.
The sound was ethereal and prolonged, piercing through the endless blizzard and echoing between heaven and earth.
The tall, magnificent Divine Hall instantly disintegrated, its fragnts exploding outward.
A flash of sword light streaked past, shimring with a cold, dark aura as it enveloped a thirty-foot-tall Divine Statue.
Fang Cheng stood in the void, calmly wielding the Cold Wave Radiance Sword in its battle against the Divine Statue.
He had been in this third-level space for many days but still hadn’t found the Purple Mist Vortex leading to the fourth level.
Very few Cultivators had entered this level, and most of them were in groups, teaming up to attack the Divine Statues.
He had encountered a few groups of Cultivators along the way, but both sides had exercised restraint and didn’t attack rashly.
As for Upper-Grade Celestial Dew, perhaps he and Ye Yan had been too thorough in their reaping last ti. He had toppled more than ten Divine Halls this ti but still hadn’t found any more.
Instead, Fang Cheng used these Divine Statues to constantly hone his Sword Technique, allowing him to fully master the Netherworld Sword Technique.
Now, under the flashing slashes of the cold sword light, the Divine Statue’s defenses were broken in less than a hundred moves, and it was "slain" on the spot.
A peculiar stone slowly floated into the air.
Fang Cheng flew down, took the peculiar stone, and channeled his Magical Power to dissolve it.
A miraculous, fist-sized drop of liquid surrounded by a golden halo appeared in the air before him.
Amidst the wind and snow, a rich, strange fragrance spread out, covering a wide area.
Upper-Grade Celestial Dew!
Fang Cheng’s expression lit up with joy. He quickly took out an empty Jade Bottle and collected the Celestial Dew inside.
This single drop of Celestial Dew filled the entire Jade Bottle.
He put away the Jade Bottle with satisfaction, a smile on his face.
Just then, an aura appeared in the distance and began approaching him at an extrely fast speed.
Fang Cheng turned his head to look, and the smile on his face slowly faded.
He saw a streak of fiery light pierce through the swirling snow and land with a BOOM not far in front of him.
The fiery light slowly receded, and a young man walked out from within.
This person wore a white Magical Robe with red patterns. He had a square-jawed face, bright eyes, and a high, broad forehead, giving him an air of natural authority.
His body emanated a terrifying heat, silently lting the surrounding snowflakes, and a vast wave of warmth washed over Fang Cheng.
"Fellow Daoist, did you just obtain a drop of Celestial Dew?"
The man asked politely, his gaze sweeping over the ruins of the Divine Hall behind Fang Cheng.
’A Fla God Palace Cultivator?’
Fang Cheng recognized the man’s origins the mont he saw his Magical Robe.
The jade slips for Inner Sect Disciples of the Yinluo Sect contained a vast and complex collection of knowledge and common sense about the Cultivation Realm, including detailed descriptions of the major sects and families of the Yun Country.
The legacy technique of the Fla God Palace was the "Xuan Fire Record," the foremost Fire Attribute True Skill in the Yun Country. Its grade was no lower than the Yinluo Sect’s Ten Directions Netherworld Refining Hell Profound Skill.
He looked at the man and replied coolly, "What does that have to do with you?"
The man smiled. "I am Yang Zhe of the Fla God Palace. May I ask for your esteed na, fellow Daoist, and from which sect you hail?"
Fang Cheng said, "I am a nobody, not worth ntioning. Please, be on your way!"
With that, while still facing Yang Zhe, his body gracefully floated backward.
This was a common practice in the Cultivation Realm: never turn your back on an unfamiliar Cultivator.
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