My cultivation level increases by one year every day!

"Even an ordinary ninth-level innate cultivator can't last three moves against me."

As his acupoints continued to break through, Fang Yuan's cultivation level remained at the ninth level of the Innate Realm, but his strength was now incomparable to what it had been before.

The fifth leader of Qinggang Village, whom he had just encountered, was also at the ninth level of the Innate Realm, yet he couldn't exert any pressure on him.

To this day, no one is worthy of his drawing of his sword.

From another perspective, Fang Yuan is indeed quite capable.

After dealing with the fifth leader of Qinggang Village, Fang Yuan joined two fingers together like a sword, concentrated his true energy at his fingertips, and with a light stroke, killed more than ten bandits.

With the pressure greatly reduced, the Fang family disciples quickly launched a counterattack, killing all the remaining bandits.

"This is the money we found on the bandits. Please count it, young master." A disciple carried a bag made of folded cloth.

"You may divide these valuables among yourselves."

Fang Yuan really looked down on the wealth of those at the Acquired Realm, but perhaps the fifth leader of Qinggang Village had some good stuff on him.

"A half-jade cup, made of a rather unusual material, even I can't tell what it is."

Fang Yuan wasn't particularly interested in money; what piqued his curiosity was the jade cup, about half the size of his palm, that had been unearthed. He held it in his hand and played with it for a while.

"Keep it for now."

Objects that seem unremarkable are probably the best.

"Young Master, why are we taking the bodies of these bandits back?" Fang Ping asked, puzzled.

The Fang family has a strict monitoring and review mechanism for the completion of their disciples' tasks and their contributions, so there is no need for much proof.

"It has its own ingenious uses."

Fang Yuan's gaze was deep and unfathomable.

After resting, the convoy set off again, encountering no further accidents along the way, and successfully entered Qinghai City.

There was a small hiccup along the way: when the caravan entered the city, it had to inform the city guards of the types of goods it carried in order to prevent contraband from entering.

Things like pig iron are of great interest to the government, but once the Fang family's approval documents are presented, no one dares to deliberately make things difficult.

"Is this young master the young master of the Fang family?"

Fang Yuan was handsome and had an ethereal air about him. In particular, the genuine respect shown to him by the younger generation was easily noticeable.

The one who asked the question was the commander of the East Gate City Guard, who possessed the cultivation of the seventh level of the Innate Realm and held a high position.

"Is there a problem with the goods?" Fang Yuan frowned slightly, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "I am Fang Yuan."

Liu Hu waved his hands repeatedly, not daring to underestimate the young man in front of him, and then returned the greeting with clasped hands.

"The goods are all compliant and legal. It's just a personal request of mine, and I hope Mr. Fang will grant it."

Liu Hu was very polite and placed himself in a very proper position.

He was merely a cultivator at the late stage of the Innate Realm; there were at least a hundred or two hundred such individuals in the Fang family.

If it weren't for his official uniform, he wouldn't even have been qualified to speak.

"My good-for-nothing son has long admired Young Master Fang and regards him as an idol on the path of martial arts. He wants to ask for some words of encouragement."

Having said that, he drew his long sword from his waist and had someone bring him writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, which he then presented to Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan didn't refuse this small favor and used his true energy to carve a line of words directly on the sword hilt.

"Such pure true energy, and the level of control is incredibly refined!" Liu Hu was slightly surprised.

"Thank you very much, Young Master Fang, for bestowing upon me this calligraphy!"

Under Liu Hu's watchful gaze, Fang Yuan led the convoy further and further away.

He suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but call out, "Young Master Fang, the main road to the inner city is still under repair. Please go to the outer city instead."

To avoid attracting attention and causing a commotion, Fang Yuan deliberately boarded a carriage.

"This jade cup can absorb true energy; it's like a bottomless pit that can never be filled."

Inside the carriage, Fang Yuan continued to play with the broken jade cup, his fingertips constantly channeling true energy into it.

Fang Yuan was engrossed in his research when suddenly the car shook, and a noisy commotion came from outside.

"The Prefect's son's carriage is at the gate. All bystanders, please make way immediately."

The outer city already has a high population density, and now it is located in a bustling urban area with crowds of people.

But the prefect's son's carriage sped recklessly, completely ignoring the damage it caused along the way and the people it hit.

It was clear that the speeding carriage was about to collide with the convoy on Fangyuan's side.

"Get out of here right now!"

The servant driving the car was very arrogant. He didn't even see who was in front of him before he started speaking rudely.

"A lackey, how dare he bark at me!"

The younger generation of the Fang family are probably like cats that are docile and respectful in front of Fang Yuan.

But outside, aren't they just as domineering as they always are?

Two disciples strode forward, showing no fear of the oncoming carriage, and swung their swords several times.

Thump...thud...

In the blink of an eye, the reins holding the horse down broke, and the frightened horse tried to run wildly, but someone quickly finished it off with a knife.

at the same time.

The carriage, having lost its balance, crashed to the ground. What was originally an enclosed space was now transformed into an open-air structure by the Fang family disciples who had removed the roof from it.

"They are all disciples of the Fang family, not to be trifled with."

"The prefect's son is no pushover either; this is going to be interesting."

Whenever there is excitement or conflict, there is never a shortage of onlookers, especially since this involves the city's top powers.

"How dare you...!"

Chang Huai stood up abruptly, furious, ready to unleash a torrent of abuse, but then he saw a disciple dressed in Fang family attire.

The words that were about to be spoken got stuck in my throat.

"Do the Fang family members still have any respect for the law?"

Chang Huai, his face contorted with rage, roared, "What is the punishment for killing a precious horse in the street?"

A huge accusation was immediately slapped on his head.

The Great Zhou Dynasty has laws that, although their binding force on cultivators is very weak, still need to be maintained and restrained on the surface.

"The second son of the prefect's family, what an impressive air about him."

At this moment, the sound of the Fang family's carriage came from inside. The familiar sound made Chang Huai's body tremble slightly.

"Should compensation be paid for the damages and lives caused by someone rushing into stalls and pedestrians on the street?"

Fang Yuan hated speeding, especially the kind of speeding without any restraint, more than anything else in his life.

Chang Huai's face turned ashen. He was already certain of the identity of the person inside the carriage, but he couldn't refute it.

If you try to intimidate someone with your power, they won't be afraid at all, and if you try to reason with them, you won't be in the right either.

Moreover, in terms of status and position, he was indeed inferior to others, and only with his elder brother present could he have an equal conversation.

"The horse was startled just now, but fortunately, several people came to its aid, preventing any major damage."

Chang Huai suppressed his emotions, knowing he had to swallow his pride and swallow his anger, but it was a pity about his newly acquired steed.

"Who's sitting in that carriage? Who could possibly make Chang Huai bow his head like that!"

"Chang Huai usually bullies others because of his status, but I never expected him to suffer a setback today."

"This is truly gratifying."

Although no conflict broke out between the two sides, the sight of Chang Huai bowing his head brought a sense of satisfaction to passersby.

"Since you're helping me out, why isn't there any reward?" Fang Yuan intended to disgust the other party.

Hearing this, Chang Huai was furious, his lungs felt like they were about to explode, his jaw was clenched, and he wished he could take action right then and there.

But alas, they couldn't win.

Chang Huai took a deep breath, forcibly restrained his emotions, secretly noted down the debt, threw down a bag of money, and left.

"Take this and head home!"