They never imagined that in order to win over Fang Yu, they would even be willing to give away a Nine Transformation Netherworld Pill that can resurrect the deceased.
For cultivators, such elixir pills ant that they could save their lives once!
Whether it can truly resurrect soone, no one knows. Because it’s too precious, few have ever used it.
But...
The status and efforts of the alchemist who concocted it, all underscore the significance of the Nine Transformation Netherworld Pill.
Just when he thought no one would contest him—
Soone else stood up, smiling and said:
"Friend, you are indeed lavish... However, you might not be aware, Mr. Fang isn’t just a Saint Rank Doctor, but also a Master Level Alchemist. According to what I know, Mr. Fang once concocted an Eighth Grade Soul Condensing Pill, which possessed Spiritual Wisdom and even attracted Dan Thunder, on the third floor of an inn. Note that... Mr. Fang took just about an hour to concoct this Eighth Grade elixir without any deleterious effects on his lifespan or essence blood. This indicates... Mr. Fang’s talent far exceeds that of Master Mushi, and I believe it won’t be long before Mr. Fang becos a more formidable Alchemy Master than Master Mushi!"
Upon these words.
The entire venue went silent.
The reason they ca here was to win over Fang Yu.
rely because Fang Yu was a Saint Rank Doctor.
The words "Saint Rank" alone sufficed to stir excitent in various sects.
Yet, no one noticed another identity of Fang Yu – an Alchemist.
Hearing this person.
Everyone quickly deliberated.
Being able to concoct Eighth Grade elixirs, reaching Ninth Grade, or even Saint Rank in the future was quite feasible, especially since he was young and had ample ti to strive. The probability was significant!
A Saint Rank Doctor, and a Saint Rank Alchemist?
Only a fool wouldn’t know what that ans.
Right at that mont—
Tuoba Xue’er stood up, proudly declaring: "You bunch of blind fools, Brother Yu is more than just an Eighth Grade Alchemist. My life was saved by Brother Yu... He concocted a luminous dicine, have any of you ever seen that?" Looking around, everyone remained speechless, "Haven’t seen it, right... country bumpkins! The dicine shimred with rainbow colors... After using it, my illness was cured!"
The crowd erupted in noise.
Discussions buzz.
"Tuoba Yong’s daughter, wasn’t she suffering from Dantian-induced madness? They say nobody could cure it after seeking help far and wide. She was actually cured by Mr. Fang?"
"If what she says is true, then Mr. Fang’s alchemy grade must be no less than Eighth Grade."
"Didn’t she just say? Rainbow-colored elixir. That’s a feature of Ninth Grade elixirs that possess Spiritual Wisdom."
"Princess Tuoba has no reason to lie, the Bai Ze lineage trying to win over Mr. Fang would not exaggerate their praise!"
Thinking this.
Everyone felt it made sense.
Suddenly, everyone contemplated independently.
A Saint Rank Doctor, plus a future Saint Rank Alchemist.
These dual identities were not sothing the original offerings could sway.
After a brief silence.
Xuan Sect’s Zhang Yue’er again leaned forward and said: "I never imagined Mr. Fang is not only a Saint Rank Doctor but also an Alchemy Master... Yue’er has never admired anyone in her life, but Mr. Fang is definitely the first person Yue’er admires. If Mr. Fang does not mind, Yue’er is willing to follow and earnestly learn the art and the Alchemy Technique. In the future, I will spare no effort in serving Mr. Fang."
"..."
The crowd was lost for words.
This statent was even more direct, nearly equating to offering herself directly.
Hearing this, Tuoba Xue’er muttered under her breath: "Sly fox, utterly shaless."
But the Xuan Sect didn’t care about Tuoba Xue’er at all.
As long as they could win over Fang Yu, why care about these details?
The envoy of Wind Sword Sect declared loudly:
"I thought about it, the gentleman earlier was right, how can the Wind Chaser Sword be worthy of Mr. Fang’s stature? If Mr. Fang is willing, I think our Sect Master will definitely gift his personal sword to Mr. Fang!"
"Pff! You can’t even represent your Sect Master, stop making empty promises. And besides... Mr. Fang is a Saint Rank Doctor, why would he care about any weapon? If he joins us at Blood Sword Hall, the Supre Heavenly Position experts of Blood Sword Hall will be at Mr. Fang’s command! Additionally, all the dicinal ingredients that we Blood Sword Hall currently possess can belong entirely to Mr. Fang!"
The stakes kept getting bigger.
Intermittent argunts began to arise in the hall.
"Isn’t this all normal? Mr. Fang should own all the dicinal ingredients wherever he goes... If you can’t offer better, then stop bluffing... Just let Mr. Fang co to our Giant Sword Sect. As long as it doesn’t violate the sect rules, any condition Mr. Fang poses, we will agree!"
Any condition!
This had started to beco limitless.
"Nonsense! Giant Sword Sect is all just a bunch of big n, when Mr. Fang goes there, do you expect these rough fellows to take care of him?"
"Acting like your Blood Sword Hall has won..."
"That’s still better than you. At least when Mr. Fang cos to us, from minor matters like diet and daily life to major ones like cultivation, Blood Sword Hall will cover everything!"
"You’re the one talking nonsense!"
"Your mom’s nonsense!"
Zing!
Amidst the ceaseless argunts.
The atmosphere beca fraught and they started drawing swords at each other.
Just then.
With a slap.
Fang Yu smacked the table and stood up.
The entire hall went deathly silent, you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone looked towards Fang Yu.
Fang Yu swept his gaze over the audience and declared loudly: "I appreciate your intentions... I am accustod to freedom. I don’t really like being restricted. Therefore, I will not join any of the Seventy-two Sects."
"Why?" soone suddenly asked.
Fang Yu smiled and glanced at that person, saying:
"Have you ever thought... even if I join one of your sects, who among you can guarantee that more powerful sects won’t target ? There’s a saying, ’If it’s not from my tribe, its intent must be questioned.’ If you can’t have it, the next best thing is to destroy it. Don’t think I am looking down on you Seventy-two Sects; any Hall Master from the Five Great Divine Palaces, whether it’s Wind, Thunder, Darkness, Ice or Fire, could poach from your ranks... Would you dare to resist?"
Everyone beca silent, not uttering a word.
In the face of the Five Great Divine Palaces, these Seventy-two Sects are nothing but a joke.
The five Hall Masters are bona fide Supre Heavenly Rank powerhouses.
Moreover, with their clear Attributes, under each divine hall, nurous Supre Heavenly Position and Circulation Heaven Position powerhouses are coordinated...
This power, they simply cannot resist.
At this mont—
Fan Wenxuan said: "Mr. Fang, your words aren’t quite right... Our Seventy-two Sects are actually affiliated with the Five Great Divine Palaces. Whichever sect Mr. Fang joins, it would be in service to the Divine Palaces. If a Hall Master asks for our personnel, we would naturally be willing to comply as everyone strives for higher places. A golden scales are not common fish, when the wind and clouds et, it transforms into a dragon! It’s only a matter of ti before Mr. Fang steps into the Five Great Divine Palaces... Before that, we sincerely hope Mr. Fang can join a sect. At least one day in the future, the sect and Mr. Fang can leave a significant mark in the history of cultivators."
Fang Yu looked over dubiously.
Seeing Fan Wenxuan’s smiling face, that smile held a sure-to-win feeling.
"I still stand by my words... I am accustod to freedom. If you really must gift sothing... sure, I am not greedy, but I’m not a fool either. If you give good things, there’s no reason not to accept!"
"..." Everyone was stunned.
"Does Mr. Fang really not wish to join any of the Seventy-two Sects?"
As soon as these words were spoken.
From the second floor, Ye Wenjun’s indifferent voice ca—
"Fang Yu will not join any sect. This is the final repeat answer. If anyone didn’t hear clearly, please turn around and leave!"
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