"You seem very dissatisfied? Just a mere cultivation at the Physical Body seventh tier Internal Strengthening realm. It is quite rare outside, but in the Ascension Sect, one can grab a large handful of them anywhere. I'll just see exactly what areas you are dissatisfied with…"
Seeing Fang Han gnashing his teeth, uttering the four words "What did you say?", his dissatisfaction overflowing into his expressions, even a fool could hear it out. One of the young royal princes had a gleam in his eyes, stood up abruptly, and instantly a cold and stern aura dispersed out.
The people around them abruptly felt a dense coercive pressure, like a great mountain pressing down on their heads, forcibly crowding over.
Fang Han in particular felt it even more deeply, only feeling the aura of an emperor's flush of anger, splattering blood five steps away, pressing down upon him.
"Such domineering arrogance. I merely showed a bit of dissatisfaction in my tone, and he wants to show me what's for, hmph!…"
Sensing this qi mechanism, Fang Han's body shrank down. His thoughts had barely turned when his ears heard the ripping of gale winds and the explosion of air. A single palm, like a demonic hand smashing open the void, appeared thin air right before his eyes, the palm wind stimulating an ache between his brows.
Unexpectedly, this royal prince struck directly. With a movement of his body, it was like an eagle striking the empty skies, a vicious shark tearing and biting, a long snake strangling, a fierce tiger hunting sheep.
"Prince Bao!"
Liu Kang's complexion slightly changed, and he shouted out a cry, but it was too late.
"This is the Nine Hegemons Dragon Fist, be careful!"
Commandery Princess Hongyi's voice conveyed into Fang Han's ears.
"Dragon Roam Tiger Pounce!" In his rush, Fang Han executed an evasion move from the "Dragon Form Flying Tiger Steps", roaming outward, letting this punch scrape past his shoulder, though the sweeping gale wind caused a faint throbbing pain on his face.
Originally, what he was best at was "Stepping on Seven Stars", but right now within the Ascension Sect, using the martial arts of the "Myriad Stars Sect" was probably not a good thing.
"Your reactions are pretty nimble! However, using the Dragon Form Flying Tiger Steps like you did, is truly a waste."
This royal youth of the Dade Dynasty called "Prince Bao" appeared precisely where Fang Han had just stood. Cultivating a cold sneer, without coming to a halt, his body swayed, like wind blowing a great tree, a hundred branches shaking. His wrist faintly struck out the sound of wind and thunder.
"Wind Thunder Slash, be careful!" Commandery Princess Hongyi said.
"This person's martial arts are at the very least at the realm of Divine Valor!" Fang Han had just dodged away, when "Prince Bao's" hand chopped and killed over bearing the might of wind and thunder, seemingly attempting to slice him open.
Prince Bao's speed was too fast! His footwork magical and profound!
His realm was clearly superior to his own!
Dodging won't do!
He could only clash head-on!
His own advantage was his formidable muscles and bones! His recovery ability was several times that of an ordinary expert!
In an instant, Fang Han settled on a countermeasure in his heart. No longer dodging, whoosh, he struck out a palm chop, using the "Cotton Palm Pliant Fist" from the Flying Spirit Pliant Bone Body. Upon contacting "Prince Bao's" body, it first went soft, and subsequently rebounded! Employing the dual forces of hardness and pliancy, meeting the opponent's heavy and forceful punch head-on.
"Peng!"
As the two fists crossed, Fang Han only felt a great force ruthlessly strike down. The bones of his wrist were as if struck by lightning, instantly turning sore and numb.
While "Prince Bao" was repelled two steps back by Fang Han, strange light flashing in his eyes, because he could see that Fang Han's muscles and bones seemed exceptionally formidable.
Shaking his wrist twice, his qi and blood flowed smoothly, the numbness vanished. Fang Han didn't even think, his arms like a dragon and snake, executing the move Dragon Exiting the Great Sea, a long punch forcefully smashing towards "Prince Bao's" throat. He began a counterattack!
"Counterattack?" "Prince Bao" let out a disdainful cold snort. Concurrently, his whole body slightly bowed, like a large fishing rod. His hands struck out like a shark, like a crocodile, seemingly a bloody maw hunting for food. The speed was surprisingly fast, biting directly onto Fang Han's arm at once. Subsequently, a click sounded from within his bones, like the sound of steel snapping. Fang Han felt as if he were a large fish hooked on a line, unexpectedly being flung up in a flash, losing his balance.
"Prince Bao" seized the opportunity to thrust out a palm. Bo! Fang Han only felt his chest grow hot, his entire person jolted flying outwards, and falling onto the ground.
"Immortal Fishing for Sharks!"
Seeing Fang Han being flung up precisely like "Prince Bao" was fishing, and jolted flying onto the ground by a single palm, "Commandery Princess Hongyi" abruptly moved and landed closely beside Fang Han, "Are you alright."
"Nothing's wrong!" A trace of blood hung on the corner of Fang Han's mouth. His internal organs had just suffered a shock injury. Fortunately, his internal organs were like iron, otherwise it would have been a very severe rupture right now.
"This Prince Bao's realm is a cut above mine, and his moves are even more incomparably profound and obscure. I must absolutely train a hundred times to win it back, and beat him until he searches for his teeth all over the floor! If I do not let out this breath, I, your daddy, live as a human in vain."
Fang Han gnashed his teeth in his heart, yet flipped over and stood back up, superficially pretending nothing had happened, wiped off the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and spat out a few words: "Admire, admire."
"This move Immortal Fishing for Sharks, is a martial art from the Myriad Returning Immortal Island. Dare I ask how Prince Bao learned it?" Seeing Fang Han was fine, Commandery Princess Hongyi spoke again: "It is rumored that when disciples of the Myriad Returning Immortal Island learn martial arts, standing on the reefs, they hold fishing rods to fish for sharks. Encountering a shark the size of a calf taking the bait, with a flick of the rod, they can fling the large shark weighing hundreds of catties onto the shore. The force-wielding dharma door of this move, is incomparably profound and obscure."
"Our Great Dade Dynasty, what martial arts do we not possess? We can naturally procure the martial arts of the Myriad Returning Immortal Island as well." "Prince Bao" said proudly. Looking at Fang Han, holding his hands behind his back: "Your muscles and bones are not bad, it seems you have eaten some kind of spirit medicine. However, your practical combat experience is far too little, your adaptability ability too low, but overall you have some value, and you are not a piece of trash. This time we will let you join in."
"Let's go! En wait until the sect sends out the experiential training information, then come look for us again."
Seeing Prince Bao defeat Fang Han, another royal youth who was clearly the leader stood up.
"Fang Han, does it really not matter?"
After these people left, Liu Kang let out a cold snort from his nose, and subsequently inquired.
"I will head back first!" Fang Han patted his body, and walked out of the "Jade Meal Hall". The brief fight just now also did not attract the attention of many people, because within the "Jade Meal Hall", with hundreds of thousands of Outer Court Disciples, some friction would occur every day.
Silently returning to his room alone, Fang Han examined the reasons for his defeat.
First, real combat experience was far too little. Since he began practicing martial arts, he had only fought a few servant stewards, and his most important battle was with the Divine Force Puppet. How could two or three battles compare to a royal disciple like "Prince Bao" who had been forged through a thousand hammerings and a hundred smeltings, killing people like flies.
Second, his own strength was inferior to "Prince Bao", the opponent's realm was higher than his own.
Third, the opponent's moves were too profound and marvelous.
"Since 'Prince Bao' can unleash the martial arts of the Myriad Returning Immortal Island, then I can also unleash the martial arts of the Myriad Stars Sect, with no scruples."
The Myriad Returning Immortal Island, was one of the ten great sects of the Immortal Path, established upon the sea.
Bitter practice!
Hundreds and thousands of times of bitter practice!
Whoever hit me, I will definitely repay every grievance!
Fang Han set his dead determination! In the past he was stepped upon on his head by others, now that he was cultivating immortality, he would never let others step on his head again!
Creak, the courtyard door was pushed open, Commandery Princess Hongyi walked in, "Fang Han, that Prince Bao fused a thousand types of martial arts into a single furnace, extremely formidable. Losing a move today, is not considered unrightful. If I were to cross blows with him, I fear I would not be his match either."
"I do not feel it was unrightful. As long as a person does not die, it is not unrightful. Dying leaves no chances whatsoever, that is the true unrightfulness. Commandery Princess Hongyi, I hope you can help me practice martial arts." Fang Han patted his own chest.
"How do I help you practice martial arts?"
"Take a sword to kill me, we will exchange blows. I need real combat, a massive amount of real combat, to temper my valor! You must not show mercy with your hands, feel free to kill me!" Fang Han said coldly.
"Hm?" Commandery Princess Hongyi, just about to refuse, saw Fang Han gnashing his teeth, with the kind of ruthlessness as if wanting to swallow a person down his stomach. Unable to help herself, she unsheathed her sword with a flush, cold light radiating completely, "I also can see your real combat experience is insufficient. Since this is the case, I will not be polite. Although I am a Commandery Princess of the Great Dali Dynasty, in the past to temper myself, I held a secret identity, as a gold medal assassin of the Blood-Nostalgia Pavilion in the martial arts world. Under this sword, there are already hundreds and thousands of deceased souls of evil men."
"The boundless autumn rain sadly slays a man, one person, one sword severs a deceased soul…"
With one sword out of its sheath, Commandery Princess Hongyi completely displayed a kind of gloomy and cold aura of "assassination", stimulating a burst of coldness in Fang Han's head. Shua shua shua, amidst the radiating sword light, it pierced towards Fang Han's glabella, eyes, ears, throat, wrists, and arms.
Fang Han felt the ghastly murderous qi, and hurriedly dodged.
Puchi!
On his forehead, a long streak of blood trace appeared. Fresh blood flowed down, and the ghastly white bone beneath could be seen.
With a sword in hand, how tremendous is the difference compared to bare hands and empty fists? Especially when two experts are confronting each other.
Ruthlessly wiping his head, the wound stopped bleeding, Fang Han continued to cross blows, dodging left and right, fiercely counterattacking. But not long after, several more sword marks appeared on his body.
Yet he cared not in the slightest about being injured. His whole body radiated boundless energy, exerting his utmost to dodge the sword lights, seeking to counterattack amidst them.
The time it takes for one incense stick to burn!
Half a shichen!
One shichen!
In the very end, from top to bottom on Fang Han's entire body, there was completely bloody mess everywhere, as if he had been subjected to the death of a thousand cuts, an execution by slow slicing. It made a person's eyes leap in shock looking at it.
"Stop! You are losing too much blood, do you need to wrap it up!" Commandery Princess Hongyi stopped her hands entirely.
"Good! Same again tomorrow!" Fang Han returned to his own room.
The next day, the two appeared in the courtyard anew. Commandery Princess Hongyi discovered that the scars on Fang Han's body had all healed, leaving only some faint traces. She secretly praised in her heart that Fang Han's physical recovery ability was too strong.
They crossed blows once more, and it still ended with Fang Han covered in cuts and bruises, his flesh and blood a complete blur.
At night, Fang Han stroked his heart with all his might, diffusing the medicinal power of the Nine Orifices Golden Pill! In his senses, the medicinal power of the Nine Orifices Golden Pill, released faster and faster, fiercely and ever more fiercely, repairing his own body.
At night, he was also continuously and bitterly practicing!
Tempering various moves, practicing bitterly without regard for his life!
The third day!
The fourth day!
The fifth day!
Every day, during the daylight he was sliced into a bloody blur by the sword, and at nighttime, with a kind of stamina that entirely surpassed the limits of an ordinary person, he practiced bitterly, practiced bitterly, and practiced bitterly once more! He wanted to render himself completely overdrawn, to stimulate the medicinal power of the Nine Orifices Golden Pill in its entirety, and utterly merge it into his own body.
Commandery Princess Hongyi also admired his willpower ever more deeply. Every day enduring the pain of a thousand cuts, of flesh and blood blurred; this was already not something an ordinary person could tolerate.
Ten days passed.
Fifteen days passed.
Twenty days passed!
Finally on this night, Fang Han felt the "Nine Orifices Golden Pill" within his heart boom once, thoroughly decomposed by his powerful vital blood, entirely converting into inexhaustible heat. Pacing and roaring up and down, inside and outside his body, it ultimately converged into a burst of golden light, precipitating down into his bone marrow, ultimately merging as one with his bone marrow.
Whereas on Fang Han's body, the dead skin traces of a thousand sword wounds upon his skin, continuously shed off, precisely like a dragon and snake shedding skin. The new skin was much tougher and more solid, and within the sebum, a thick layer of membrane grew! A skin membrane!
His whole body, was fully brimming with endless, inexhaustible explosive power.
"Finally, refined the Nine Orifices Golden Pill to entirety! Laying down the most robust and powerful physique for me! For my subsequent cultivation I must absolutely rely on myself!"
The morning of the twentieth day of acting as an Outer Court Disciple, Fang Han's body underwent the sharp transformation of shedding skin and growing membrane. He was just waiting for Commandery Princess Hongyi to arrive, yet did not anticipate that an immortal crane composed of talisman paper flew into his courtyard, reaching right before his face, abruptly catching fire and burning, revealing a few large characters in flames.
"Outer Court Disciples, Group Immortal Courtyard, gather!"
"It is calling us Outer Court Disciples to go for mission experiential training! Prince Bao! Today I will beat you half to death alive!"
Throwing his clothes over his shoulders, Fang Han took large strides out of the courtyard gate.