"He lost!"
"Possessing a Treasure Artifact, and also having Senior Brother Wanluo's Rashomon, yet he still lost. This Senior Brother Ye Nantian lost wrongfully."
"Not wrongful in the slightest, Fang Han is an expert who has stepped into the Mystic Realm of Divine Power."
"I wonder if Fang Han will take away that Eight Desolations Divine Sword?"
"He shouldn't, according to the rules, even if one loses, the opponent doesn't have the right to take away their magical treasure."
"That's not necessarily true. This Fang Han is despotic and overbearing. Even before he reached the Mystic Realm of Divine Power, he dared to openly contradict Eldest Senior Brother Hua Tiandu, so what wouldn't he dare now? He might really just confiscate this Eight Desolations Divine Sword."
"Yeah, last time I went to Wanluo Peak, I saw Senior Brother Cang drill his magic power, grabbing galloping horses from thin air. But it wasn't even as formidable as Fang Han. You must know Senior Brother Cang was promoted to the Mystic Realm of Divine Power five years ago, spending five years in closed-door cultivation enhancing his magic power, yet his magic power is still not as high as Fang Han's, nor does he operate it as proficiently."
"Is that so? Then this Fang Han is truly terrifying. It seems challenging Senior Brother Hua wasn't just blind arrogance."
…
Ye Nantian failed, was beaten into spraying wild blood, fell off the arena, and had his martial arts completely abolished, with his life or death unknown. This once again shocked all the disciples of the inner and outer sects. Although they knew Fang Han was formidable, they didn't expect Fang Han to be formidable to this extent. Operating magic power without the slightest obscurity, as if he had cultivated it for many years.
At this time, in the minds of these disciples, Fang Han was both mysterious and terrifying.
"Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds? This is a divine power of the ancient dragon race. There aren't many people who know it now; how does he know it?" At this time, a few elders also began to discuss.
"Perhaps Fang Qingxue taught it to him."
"Lingxiao, I will gladly accept this Heavenly Wood Divine Needle, then?" By this time, Jialan had settled her mind. With a swipe of her hand, the Milky Way Bracelet returned to her wrist, and the Heavenly Wood Divine Needle also fell into her hand.
Lingxiao's face twitched once; losing this Heavenly Wood Divine Needle pained him physically. This Heavenly Wood Divine Needle was a gem condensed from tens of thousands of years of wood core. The Green Wood qi could clear meridians, enlighten mortals, condense and refine pills, nurture spirit grass, dispel evil demons… it had various effects.
However, he naturally couldn't go back on his word now.
"Ye Nantian, I told you, you would regret it. Having abolished your martial arts, let's see how you can act arrogant in the future? Why bother? If you hadn't provoked me in the beginning, I would have left a little bit for you today to save your face. How would it turn out like this now, with zero face left, and the person himself becoming a crippled man." Listening to the abundant discussions below the arena, Fang Han's face remained completely unmoving. Looking at Ye Nantian who fell out of the arena, he spoke words that were cold and also a mocking jest.
Ye Nantian's spirit was extremely strong. Although the bones in his entire body were fractured inch by inch, he still retained his consciousness and had not passed out. He looked at Fang Han with venomous eyes, as if wanting to drag Fang Han into hell. A strong hatred covered the heavens and earth, but his body couldn't move even a little bit.
Fang Han paid him no heed either and was about to go pick up the "Eight Desolations Divine Sword". He couldn't possibly leave this flying sword for Ye Nantian. Ye Nantian now shared an irreconcilable enmity with him. Fang Han even wanted to find a legitimate opportunity to finish him off, so how could he leave a Treasure Artifact for an enemy? Even if this didn't follow the rules, he still had to find an excuse to forcefully swallow it.
As for that Rashomon, forget it. Although he wanted to swallow it down, it belonged to Wanluo Peak. Offending "Middle Tiandu" and then offending South Wanluo on top of it, he feared it really would be hard to deal with the aftermath.
However, just as he was about to pick up the Eight Desolations Divine Sword, he suddenly felt that Rashomon shoot out an airstream, surprisingly sucking the Eight Desolations Divine Sword into it. Following that, the airstream did not stop, and also sucked in Ye Nantian, whose meridians were completely severed after falling below the arena.
"This is?" Fang Han felt danger from within it and did not make a move. The multiple disciples also stopped their discussions, looking at the slowly rising Rashomon. A voice was communicated from within the gate: "To actually have a disciple promoted to the Mystic Realm of Divine Power is a joyous event for my Yuhua Sect. But for fellow sect disciples, there is no need to fight life and death; enemies should be resolved rather than bound. I have taken Ye Nantian away; let this matter successfully come to an end here. Fang Han, in the future you also shouldn't go picking faults with Ye Nantian anymore. As an expert with divine power, you should be a bit more broad-minded."
"It's Senior Brother Wanluo!"
"That's right, it's Senior Brother Wanluo's voice."
Many inner sect disciples who had entered the Yuhua Sect for many years consecutively spoke in shock, because the voice transmitting from the Rashomon was none other than South Wanluo's.
"Hmph! This Wanluo is obviously taking sides. Broad-minded in my heart? I have a broad mind, but I'm afraid Ye Nantian won't be broad in his. A mortal enmity has already been forged. Without beating him until his soul scatters and flies away, it's hard to deal with the aftermath." Upon hearing Wanluo's words, Fang Han felt a sudden coldness in his heart, yet verbally he shifted his tone: "That is natural. Now that I have cultivated divine power, I won't stoop to the same level as Junior Brother Ye."
"Then that is good."
Inside the Rashomon Wanluo said these four words. The entire main gate shrank all at once, transformed into a cluster of light and shadow, leaped upwards, and then its shadow disappeared, clearly having returned to Wanluo Peak.
"Fang Han wins!"
A "Half-Elder" hosting the tournament only now mounted the steps and announced Fang Han's victory. Fang Han also did not show a look of joy. Instead, he walked down the arena step by step. Yet he did not return to his original spot, but rather walked toward Fang Qingwei. The disciples blocking in front of him saw him walking over and hurriedly dodged out of the way, terrified of provoking this expert of the Mystic Realm of Divine Power.
"Fang Han! What do you want to do!"
Seeing Fang Han walking over, Fang Qingwei looked sharp: "Could it be you want to do me harm? Hmph! Once my sister comes out of seclusion, I absolutely must tell her! When the time comes, let's see how you account for it to her."
"Is that so?" Fang Han grabbed the air, and instantly Fang Qingwei was enveloped by an invisible magic power. Her body was pulled over, landing beside Fang Han: "I don't want to do anything to you, just telling you! Last time I told you that any man who approaches you will be beaten by me every time I see him. This Ye Nantian is no exception. His martial arts are entirely abolished, and you better look out for yourself."
After finishing speaking, Fang Han sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes to rest his mind, and paid no heed at all to the complicated gazes of the other disciples.
Fang Qingwei gritted her teeth, secretly moved her footsteps, abruptly plunged into the crowd of disciples, squeezed out, and escaped the Mountain and River Courtyard. Nobody knew where she went. Fang Han also did not bother with her.
Boom!
On another arena, the Sound Killing Demonic Saber flew out with one stroke, directly cutting an inner sect disciple's flying sword into two halves, which fell to the ground. That inner sect disciple turned ashen-faced and immediately admitted defeat.
Princess Hongyi returned victorious, walked over, and sat down beside Fang Han: "Fang Han, this Sound Killing Demonic Saber of yours is truly powerful! It seems this time I will likely be able to enter the top ten of the Mountain and River Ranking."
"Be a bit careful. When you encounter an expert, don't get entangled." Fang Han nodded.
Next, the Mountain and River Ranking tournament continued, with disciples from all sides heavily displaying their abilities. Some disciples utilized their dharma talismans extremely ingeniously and performed outstandingly. However, no matter how outstanding a disciple's performance was, they couldn't attract attention because the news of Fang Han's promotion to the Mystic Realm of Divine Power was truly too shocking. Any brilliant performance by a disciple amounted to nothing when compared to him.
And for Fang Han's matches, whenever it was his turn, those disciples would automatically admit defeat.
This competition continued all the way until the evening, with the majority of the disciples having their victories and defeats determined. Only the final few rounds were left! Princess Hongyi sure enough fought her way into the top ten of the Mountain and River Ranking.
Right at this time, the elder began to announce names again.
"Fang Han! Long Xuan!"