My cultivation level increases by one year every day!

"The young master has been defeated? How is this possible?"

The members of the Wangcheng Fang family stood frozen in place, their faces filled with disbelief.

That's a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

"The young master has won!"

Compared to the dejection and listlessness of Wang Chengfang and others.

The members of the Fang family in the county town shouted in unison, as if they wanted to release all the emotions they had been suppressing for a long time.

From the start of the battle, they faced all sorts of doubts and ridicule.

The young master (Fang Yuan), whom they admired and were even proud of, was being slandered.

But they found it difficult to refute.

The barriers of intellectual boundaries are deeply ingrained in people's minds and are very difficult to break down; this is a common understanding among intellectuals.

The Great Zhou Dynasty has existed for three or four thousand years, and there is no historical record of anyone being able to use their innate body to attack someone in the Foundation Establishment stage.

Fang Yuan created a myth, he created history!

It will surely leave a significant mark on history.

"May Heaven bless our Fang family, may our ancestors protect us, and may a prodigy emerge from our ranks!"

Some of the local villagers in Fangjia Village do not have a clear stance; they only hope that Fangjia can prosper.

Upon seeing Fang Yuan, with such extraordinary talent, suddenly appear out of nowhere, everyone was filled with gratitude and bowed deeply towards the ancestral hall.

Even when facing powerful figures from the capital, you still shine so brightly.

At this moment, Fang Yuan's feelings were complicated, a mixture of joy and disappointment.

To everyone's delight, Fang Yuan's strength was astonishing; he actually managed to defeat Fang Lian across borders, bringing great honor to the family.

But the stronger Fang Yuan becomes, the more difficult, even hopeless, it will be for him to catch up with or even surpass him.

"I cannot stay in the family to cultivate; I must go out and gain experience and opportunities so that I can break through to the Foundation Establishment stage as soon as possible."

Seeing his brother's defeat, Fang Xuan's mind went blank. He recalled the words he had said at the prefect's mansion and found them increasingly ridiculous.

"Brother Zhongwu, well done!"

Fang Runan withdrew his gaze, gave Fang Zhongwu a meaningful look, and said calmly.

"Thank you for your concession."

Fang Zhongwu responded with a smile, and even pretended to apologize, saying, "The child didn't know his own strength and hurt your son."

"But don't worry, Brother Runan, I have the best medicine, and he will recover quickly."

Fang Runan snorted coldly, waved his sleeve, and prepared to return to the ancestral hall, as the ancestral worship ceremony was not yet over.

"You're relying on the advantage of your magical artifact. I haven't lost yet, let's fight again!"

Fang Lian, who had just gotten up from the ground, felt his face burning and stared intently at Fang Yuan.

Dragging his heavily injured body, he drew a spirit sword, his expression filled with resentment.

He had never suffered such humiliation or been so humiliated in his life.

He didn't want to become a stepping stone for Fang Yuan's fame; he was determined to save face and avenge himself.

"Haven't you lost enough face already?"

Fang Runan's gaze was cold.

His voice, as resounding as a great bell, boomed in Fang Lian's mind, instantly bringing him to his senses.

"Seventh Brother, take the young master to heal his injuries. Fang Xuan, you accompany him."

Fang Runan knew that his son was no longer suitable to participate in the ancestral worship ceremony, so he gave the order.

"Each one is less and less capable than the last."

In the ancestral hall, Fang Zhongwu first offered the first incense, then Fang Runan, and then Fang Yuan, who all performed the kneeling ceremony.

Looking at the spirited Fang Yuan, Fang Runan couldn't help but think of his own offspring and couldn't help but sigh.

It's one thing to be less skilled than others, but to be unable to even keep one's temper in check—all that composure has been wasted.

The ancestral worship ceremony has ended.

Dejected, Wang Chengfang and his entourage planned to return home that afternoon and leave Fangjia Village overnight.

"After a long and tiring journey, and finally returning to your ancestral home, why not stay a couple more days?"

Fang Zhongwu saw him off at the door and even tried to persuade him to stay.

Fang Runan ignored him and followed a group of people to the village entrance, where he suddenly heard a commotion.

"I'll see today which petty thief dares to steal my things."

"If you dare to obstruct me again, don't blame me for slaughtering your entire village!"

Fang Runan frowned subconsciously as he looked at the huge crowd gathered at the village entrance.

"To act so recklessly in Fangjia Village is suicidal!"

Fang Zheng, observing Fang Runan's expression, noticed his displeasure and realized he himself was frustrated and had nowhere to vent his anger.

He strode forward, his steps steady, an inexplicable aura rising up, shaking the ground beneath his feet.

Fang Zheng was able to firmly hold the position of Grand Elder, so his cultivation level was naturally unfathomable.

Many villagers turned around and immediately made way for the newcomer.

"Good that you're scared now!"

The young man who spoke up assumed the villagers were making way for him out of fear, only to run into Fang Zheng, who was filled with rage.

"Is it you?"

Fang Zheng seemed to recognize the person in front of him, and his face showed some surprise.

"So it's Elder Fang!"

A hint of surprise flashed in the young man's eyes, but he reacted quickly and immediately clasped his hands in a salute.

"Young Master Ye, what are you doing here?"

Ye Lingkong didn't answer, but instead asked with a smile, "Elder Fang, why are you here?"

Fang Zheng's face twitched; he wanted nothing more than to slap the kid, but he held back.

For a moment, an eerie silence fell over the scene.

At that moment, Ye Lingkong caught a glimpse of Fang Runan, who was still in the village, out of the corner of his eye. His expression changed slightly, and he bowed respectfully from afar.

"Junior Ye Lingkong greets Duke Dingguo!"

Upon hearing this name, many elders of the Fang family glanced at him slightly.

The Ye family, one of the top families in the capital, has produced many famous generals throughout the generations and is one of the pillars of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

This is a powerful family that is in no way inferior to the Fang family.

Ye Lingkong is the most talented person in the Ye family this generation. Before he turned thirty, he had already reached the ninth level of the Innate Realm.

He was originally the most promising prodigy to break the long-standing Foundation Establishment record.

However, the Ninth Prince, living in seclusion in the palace and keeping a low profile, broke the record earlier.

But this still cannot deny that Ye Lingkong's talent is indeed very strong.

Before the Ninth Prince was born, rumors about him circulated throughout the capital, making him the undisputed number one among the younger generation.

"I lost something here and came here specifically to look for it. I would be grateful if the Duke could grant me this favor."

Ye Lingkong could still be somewhat unrestrained when facing Fang Zheng, but the person in front of him was of a very high status, so he had to restrain himself and even be cautious in his words and actions.

"What did you lose?"

"I was training in a cold pool in the back mountains of Qixi County when I found a Yin She grass, but it was guarded by a demon snake."

Ye Lingkong quickly said, "I went to great lengths to kill the demon serpent, but someone beat me to it and stole the Yin She Grass."

After saying that, Ye Lingkong looked furious and scanned Fangjia Village, trying to find the person who had stolen the goods.

"Then come and see for yourself who stole your things?" Fang Runan said calmly.

Ye Lingkong had the intention, but he couldn't do it, and repeatedly said he dared not.

It's not worth risking offending the Fang family for a single Yin She grass, especially since we might not even be able to find it again.

"I have long heard that the Duke is a man of great loyalty and righteousness, and that he returns regularly to pay respects to his ancestors. Therefore, I will not disturb the final resting place of the Fang family ancestors."

Ye Lingkong cupped his hands in greeting, "Please forgive my rudeness, Duke."

Thinking of the Fang family's traditions, and with so many powerful figures gathered together, how could he not think of the ancestral worship ceremony?

Fang Runan ignored Ye Lingkong, waved his hand, and the eight demonic tigers at the front stepped forward, leading the convoy forward.

Ye Lingkong shook his head and prepared to leave.

At that moment, a voice transmission entered his ears.

He paused slightly, then turned to look at Fangjia Village, his eyes flickering...