"What? The Ghost Emperor was actually killed by him?"
"The Moon-Piercing Thief and the Star-Extinguishing Thief were also beheaded by him?"
"Too ferocious, even a peerless powerhouse at the tenth layer of the Divine Ability realm, Heaven-Defying Fate Alteration, was killed by him, and he killed two Golden Cores in a row in an instant. Will he still have any rivals between heaven and earth in the future?"
"No wonder he said he would challenge Hua Tiandu within ten years. It has only been two or three years now, right? He is already this powerful? Who knows, maybe after ten years, he really can kill Hua Tiandu? You must know, although Hua Tiandu is more formidable than the Ghost Emperor, what kind of powerful methods does Fang Han have to be able to kill the Ghost Emperor and not fear the opponent's 'Heaven and Earth Dharma Idol' self-detonating?"
"Indeed, Hua Tiandu can defeat the Ghost Emperor, but it is impossible for him to kill an expert of the Ghost Emperor's existence."
"There was a rumor in the sect to organize disciples to go overseas to encircle and annihilate the Forty Great Thieves, yet unexpectedly, Fang Han just went on a trip and beheaded the Forty Great Thieves upon his return. This is simply too inconceivable…"
"I originally thought that our Yuhua Sect's Headmaster several centuries from now would definitely be Hua Tiandu, but now it seems uncertain." Several great elders within the Yuhua Heavenly Palace whispered and discussed among themselves.
"This child… I had even prepared to give him trouble in the past." Great Elder Jin Rilie broke out in a cold sweat. He was Jin Shitai's father; he had thoughts of making trouble for Fang Han before, but thinking about it now made him feel a lingering fear. He was merely an expert at the fifth layer of the Divine Ability realm, the Heaven and Human realm. Although he had some status in the sect, compared to Fang Han, the other party could instantly kill him with a single finger.
"Fortunately, Hua Tiandu went to the Taiyi Sect to borrow something, hoping to step into the Longevity Realm. Otherwise, I'm afraid there would be another fierce struggle between the two of them."
Fang Han issued invitations to the major true disciples of the Yuhua Sect, but many people were in animated discussion. It was not that they did not dare to associate with Fang Han, but rather because they were truly too shocked, making it impossible for them to react at once. Everyone's head was buzzing, even including many great elders.
The reason Fang Han put on such a tremendous display while refining treasures was to shock the sect, suppress Meng Shaobai's momentum somewhat, and at the same time establish his own majesty, making everyone in the Yuhua Sect value him and understand his worth and status. This way, if the Taiyi Sect came to exert pressure in the future, the Yuhua Sect would not easily abandon him to save themselves.
At this time, he had already set up the Deriving Moon Sword Formation and the Giant Spirit Grand Formation on Samsara Peak, and he had used his Natal Talisman to shatter the Demon God's hand into a rain of blood. Next, he could refine pills.
However, this was not enough.
"Green Emperor Wood Sovereign, Nurturing All Things!" He pointed with his finger, and instantly, from the Natal Talisman above his head, a green thundercloud spewed out, covering the entire Samsara Peak. A thunderclap immediately sounded within the thundercloud, and patches of green rainwater fell down with a splash. Those many spiritual woods and medicine fields originally planted on Samsara Peak all radiated with vitality, especially the patches of ginseng, glossy ganoderma, snow lotus, tuckahoe, polygonatum, fleece-flower root, gastrodia… They were originally of shallow age and had no medicinal qi, but now, being watered by this rainwater, instantly every stalk of spiritual grass and medicinal material exuded a surge of essence, energy, and spirit.
Under everyone's astonished gazes, those medicinal materials expanded crazily one by one. Those ginsengs, after absorbing the green rainwater, each grew to be as thick as an arm, ceaselessly breathing in the soil like infants… Suddenly, every ginseng let out a soft pop, as if undergoing a metamorphosis.
Hiss, hiss… Wisps of white mist seeped out from a ginseng, gradually condensing into the illusory phantom of a white infant, happily running back and forth around its ginseng main body, emitting powerful medicinal qi.
"They have become spirits! That ginseng has become a spirit!"
A disciple observing from outside the mountain cried out in alarm. This disciple was in the second layer of the Divine Ability realm, the True Qi realm. His magic power was still somewhat shallow, but his eyesight was very sharp.
"The Green Emperor Wood Sovereign Art is that formidable? It can actually force a ginseng less than three years old to become a spirit in a short time? This is truly…"
Some disciples clamored one after another.
After medicinal materials like ginseng and glossy ganoderma became spirits, they would condense their medicinal qi into an illusory form. The older the medicinal material, the more stable the form condensed from medicinal qi would be. Until the very end, if they survived the strikes of heavenly thunder, that form condensed from medicinal qi would gradually transform into an existence similar to flesh and blood; then this plant would become a demon and step into the Divine Ability realm. It could also abandon its main body and travel everywhere.
Otherwise, plants that just became spirits could not detach from their main bodies; if the main body died, they would also perish.
In the mortal world, some old trees of seven, eight hundred, or a thousand years old would occasionally absorb the source energy of underground spirit veins and also become spirits. For example, "peach tree spirits" would turn into beautiful women at night to seduce youths and absorb their Yang qi essence to nourish themselves. However, such tree spirits would be killed by Daoist priests, or collected and taken back to refine magical treasures.
Of course, spiritual grasses and trees that had "become spirits" were becoming fewer and fewer now, especially spiritual medicines like glossy ganoderma and ginseng, which were pitifully scarce. Collecting them and using them to refine medicine could yield many spiritual pills capable of enhancing magic power, or even increasing lifespan and saving lives.
Generally, things like ginseng and glossy ganoderma required an age of over a thousand years to accumulate massive medicinal power before they could become spirits. But now, medicinal materials that were originally only two or three years old became spirits after being urged by this green rainwater. This was truly too terrifying.
One must know that among the mountain peaks of the major true disciples of the Yuhua Sect, only on Hua Tiandu's peak were there spiritual medicines in the fields that had become spirits, but even he did not have as many as Fang Han's medicine fields.
"Bang bang bang…" Bang bang bang bang…
One after another, the spiritual medicines were stimulated, their medicinal qi highly condensed, undergoing metamorphosis and transforming into small figures. For some, even certain trees on the mountain, such as bamboo, nanmu, red sandalwood, gold star peach wood… also derived illusory human forms.
For a moment, all over Samsara Peak, medicinal qi permeated the air and vitality was rich. But because it was locked down by the "Deriving Moon Sword Formation" and the "Giant Spirit Grand Formation," not a bit of source energy leaked out. Thus, spiritual qi, source energy, and essence qi accumulated with one another, gradually giving off a treasured light.
The disciples could all see that if they could enter "Samsara Peak" to cultivate, their progress would definitely cover a thousand miles a day.
At this very moment, what was a very barren Samsara Peak just a moment ago had completely turned into a blessed paradise. Some inner sect disciples did not doubt at all that if they entered it to cultivate for eight or ten years, they could absolutely step into the Divine Ability realm, reaching the sky in a single bound.
Turning his hand into clouds and reversing it into rain, Fang Han built Samsara Peak into a blessed paradise in an instant.
The greatest function of the Green Emperor Wood Sovereign Art was also manifested at this moment. It was not lethality or defense, but rather radiating vitality, enlightening plants, building blessed paradises, enhancing the constitution, and refining pills and medicines.
After building the blessed paradise, Fang Han looked down upon all directions proudly, fixing his gaze upon the mountain peak where Meng Shaobai resided.
"What, is Fang Han going to deal with Meng Shaobai?"
"Let us watch first, the struggle between two tigers."
Many true disciples and elders who saw this scene knew that Fang Han and Meng Shaobai had locked horns. Recently, rumors had vaguely spread that Fang Han and Meng Shaobai had once fought in the Great Xuan Empire over a trade of goods.
"Hahahahaha, hahahahahahaha! Fang Han! Do not get too carried away! I will let you show off today. One month from now, I will cultivate a Heaven and Earth Dharma Idol and advance to the ninth layer of the Divine Ability realm. At that time, I will come and see whether your Natal Talisman cultivated with fifty-five kinds of divine abilities is truly completely vulnerable to a single blow."
Suddenly, a burst of wild laughter transmitted from Meng Shaobai's mountain peak, sword energy soaring to the sky, seething with killing intent.
"What? One month later, he can cultivate the ninth layer of the Divine Ability realm, Heaven and Earth Dharma Idol?"
"The ninth layer of the Divine Ability realm is a qualitative leap; one can seize a body and reincarnate. In the event that one's physical body is beheaded by someone, one can still start over again."
"The Heaven and Earth Dharma Idol is extremely formidable. Meng Shaobai actually said he can cultivate it in one month. It seems he has absolute certainty; otherwise, if he fails to cultivate it by then, he will lose a great amount of face."
"Meng Shaobai naturally has his certainty."
"But even the Ghost Emperor was killed by Fang Han. Even if Meng Shaobai cultivates a Heaven and Earth Dharma Idol, he won't be Fang Han's opponent, right?"
"That cannot be said for sure. Haven't you seen the momentum of Meng Shaobai's breathing these days? The Heaven and Earth Dharma Idol he cultivates will definitely have astonishing power, perhaps even standing shoulder to shoulder with Hua Tiandu."
"Indeed, the momentum of Meng Shaobai's cultivation and breathing these days has been too massive; it seems as if the entire heaven and earth will be swallowed by him and then spat out."
"His insight is much higher than ours. To still dare to challenge after seeing Fang Han's strength like this, I'm afraid he truly has some bottom-of-the-box skills."
"Let us watch. If we watch the battle between Fang Han and Meng Shaobai a month from now, we will see who wins. I'm afraid for the next several centuries, it will be the struggle between him and Hua Tiandu for the position of Headmaster."
"Yes, we can make our plans then." Several elders exchanged voice transmissions with one another.
Fang Han swept his gaze around, speaking toward the mountain peak where Meng Shaobai resided: "Good, I will wait for you for one month, to see to just what extent your cultivated Demon Fetus Parasitic Art, attaching to a Kunpeng and turning into a half-human half-demon monster, is actually formidable?"
"Bickering is useless. One month from now, let us see true capability by our hands." Meng Shaobai's tone shifted as he spoke leisurely; his sword energy entirely retracted, returning into the mountain peak where he resided, concealing all sound and breath.
"Hehe!" Fang Han revealed a sinister smile.
Withdrawing all the radiances, he descended into his own pill refinement room.
This momentum-building had already succeeded. Next, he would just wait until he thoroughly defeated Meng Shaobai, and then many disciples and elders in the sect would come to associate with him and show their goodwill. Especially some elders; having presumably seen that he had the hope of vying for Headmaster, they would all come to curry favor with him, planting a friendly seed here.
Using a country as an analogy, true disciples were like princes, while those elders were like nobles, ministers, and aristocratic families. They all had interest connections with one another. Whichever true disciple had the hope of becoming Headmaster in the future, they naturally had to support him; otherwise, their days would be very difficult in the future.