My cultivation level increases by one year every day!

When Fang Yuan returned to his family, the competition was nearing its end.

Those still standing on the stage today are all outstanding young talents, such as Fang Yuan, Fang Man, and Fang Ke'er.

These three are all young people who have broken through the threshold of the Innate Realm.

There were also a few older disciples, approaching thirty years old, whose cultivation levels were all at the Innate stage, indicating considerable talent.

The last remaining disciples are those at the ninth level of the Acquired Realm, all of whom possess commendable skills in martial arts.

When the moment came to determine the top ten, everyone turned their expectant gaze toward the arena, each guessing who would make the list.

"The young master is the uncrowned king; I think everyone else has the potential to challenge for second place!"

Everyone fell silent for a moment; everyone knew who would win.

"I really want to see the young master go on stage in person!" a beautiful female disciple said hopefully.

"Foundation Building may very well be the end point for us in the future, but for the young master, it is just the beginning."

"The chances of seeing the young master take action will likely become increasingly rare."

The commotion caused by Fang Yuan's second Foundation Establishment was enormous, and many disciples wanted to know just how powerful he would become.

Fang Yuan watched the disciples' duels after drawing lots with utter boredom, much like a college student watching elementary school students solve equations—it was all so uninteresting.

"After Foundation Establishment comes Core Formation, and to achieve Golden Core, one must undergo Tribulation."

Fang Yuan pondered his future cultivation path. "Martial Dao Marks can absorb Heavenly Lightning, but even a little bit of the aftershocks of Heavenly Lightning can injure me. The True Essence I condense is almost as thin as paper in the face of Heavenly Lightning."

Of course, this could very well be because Fang Yuan's true essence was not of sufficient quality, since heavenly tribulations are reserved for great cultivators at the Golden Core stage and above.

"If my physical body is strong enough, I can completely ignore the heavenly tribulation."

When cultivators undergo tribulation, they usually accumulate many years of experience and use various methods to reduce the power of the tribulation.

Even so, only one in ten can successfully survive the tribulation.

Fang Yuan's martial arts mark can absorb heavenly lightning and transform it into true essence.

To some extent, the heavenly tribulation was also an opportunity for Fang Yuan, just like his current true essence, which contains the power of profound lightning.

"I'll go to the library and see if there are any body-refining techniques," Fang Yuan pondered.

The previous tribulation left a deep impression on him, and his physical body was almost on the verge of collapse.

He didn't want to lose half his life every time he faced tribulations in the future; that would be too much suffering.

Meanwhile, the competition was still in full swing, and the top ten had already been determined, including Fang Yuan, Fang Man, and Fang Ke'er.

The only slight regret is that one of the older disciples happened to draw a lot against Fang Yuan and unfortunately lost.

They had the ability to make the list, but unfortunately, they were unlucky.

With nothing else to do, Fang Yuan focused his consciousness into his dantian and began to comprehend the martial arts imprint.

In an instant, countless profound and ancient runes seemed to come alive, flooding into Fang Yuan's mind, which he had to slowly digest.

Time passed second by second.

Soon the top three families were determined. Fang Yuan opened his eyes at the right moment, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and he was amazed.

Martial arts imprints are indeed incredibly profound, encompassing everything under the sun and involving a vast amount of information about cultivation.

He had just been meditating for a long time and had glimpsed a great supernatural power that could summon the thunder of heaven and earth and annihilate all things.

"The lightning here shouldn't be the Xuan Lightning from the Heavenly Tribulation," Fang Yuan guessed.

Ordinary lightning in the world can harm cultivators, but it is not enough to cause fear.

If it were the profound lightning of a heavenly tribulation, it could easily draw in anyone; who could withstand it? It contained laws and even the principles of the Dao.

"This great supernatural power is very strong, but unfortunately my understanding of it is not enough. I only have a superficial grasp of it and am far from being able to cultivate it."

Fang Yuan cleared his mind and turned his gaze back to the arena. The champion was Fang Yuan, the son of the Grand Elder.

"The aura around me is fluctuating, around the third level of the Innate Realm, almost reaching the fourth level. It's indeed astonishingly fast."

But Fang Yuan knew that this was not something he had actually achieved through hard work; otherwise, wouldn't his cultivation speed be heaven-defying?

Fang Yuan's qi and blood are currently unstable, which is obviously due to his practice of the clan's signature martial art, the Seven Fists of Injury.

To master this martial art, one needs not only talent, but also compatibility with the user, perseverance, and willpower.

The Seven Fists of Wounding reduces one's lifespan by nearly a hundred years with each level of advancement!

However, the resulting boost is that cultivation level increases rapidly, and one can absorb the life force of others during battle to make up for any deficiencies.

Fang Yuan's current state is roughly equivalent to having mastered the Seven Fists of Wounding to the fifth level, and he only has a few decades left to live.

The competition came to a close, and the referees were ready to announce its end.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yuan suddenly stood up, his expression sincere, and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect towards a certain spot.

"Please enlighten me, young master!"

Upon hearing this, all the disciples were shocked, and they stopped in their tracks and turned back.

How dare he?

This was the sentiment of everyone present, including the referee elders.

To attempt a Foundation Establishment cultivator with the innate realm is like throwing an egg against a rock—pure suicide.

Looking across the entire Zhou Dynasty, only Fang Yuan has achieved this, and he was only able to defy the heavens and challenge the emperor at the ninth level of the Innate Realm.

"Do you know what the consequences will be?" Fang Yuan asked.

He did not mock Fang Yuan, because at this moment, Fang Yuan's eyes were filled with pure fighting spirit, without any personal emotions.

"I will die."

Fang Yuan had anticipated this, and a bitter smile appeared on his face, but there was no fear of death in his eyes.

"Fang Yuan, this is unreasonable! Get out of here!"

The elder's words, though seemingly stern, were actually meant to protect Fang Yuan, not wanting him to lose his life in vain.

"Please enlighten me, young master!"

Fang Yuan clasped his hands in a fist salute again, bending even lower, his voice booming like a heavy drum, striking the hearts of everyone present.

"Go all out."

Fang Yuan stepped out from the referee's seat, leaped down gracefully, and landed steadily on the arena.

"good!"

Fang Yuan's expression was solemn, and his aura was overwhelming. His true energy surged and covered the entire arena, making even the flowing air seem to weep.

Immediately afterwards, his pupils suddenly became bloodshot, his eyes turned scarlet, and his true energy gradually turned blood red.

"I feel he's much stronger than before."

Fang Man narrowed his eyes; he had just fought Fang Yuan on the arena.

"It's like an ant trying to shake a tree; it's just overestimating your own strength," Fang Ke'er said coldly, holding her longsword.

at the same time.

Above the arena, two figures were hidden in the air, unnoticed by anyone.

"Zhongde, Yuan'er's way of cultivating is not right."

Fang Zhongwu said, "I'll go down and try to persuade them."

"Thank you for your kindness, Patriarch. This is the path he chose himself; let him walk it on his own."

Fang Zhongde bowed respectfully, realizing that Fang Zhongwu wanted to stop the competition, but still shook his head.

He was well aware of Fang Yuan's obsession.

"If one can truly cultivate the Seven Fists of Injury to the highest level, it is not impossible to break through and then rebuild," Fang Zhongwu said slowly.

The Seven Fists of Wounding could not have become the Fang family's signature martial art; it was simply a life-threatening technique.

When the Fang family ancestor created this martial art, he cultivated it to the Core Formation Realm, broke through and established himself again, and withstood eight Golden Core Heavenly Tribulations!

Although he couldn't withstand the final bolt of lightning, he was still admirable and incredibly powerful!

boom……

Below, Fang Yuan on the arena had already made his move, swinging his fists like a blood-red dragon roaring and surging.

It shook the surrounding air, causing violent vibrations and explosions, and shot out like an arrow.

Fang Yuan remained calm, a wisp of true essence surging to his fingertips. He simply pointed forward with one finger, without any ripples or sound.

The next moment.

Fang Yuan, whose aura was comparable to that of a seventh-level innate cultivator, was struck as if by lightning. His pupils dilated suddenly, and his heart trembled, but he still rushed forward.

That seemingly insignificant finger gesture seemed to carry the thunder of heaven, and a huge explosion resounded in Fang Yuan's ears.

Thud... Thud...

Amidst the interplay of lightning and thunder, a single finger pointed to the sky, and the crimson dragon crumbled in an instant.

Fang Yuan was crushed to the ground by this finger, his robes ripped apart, his flesh torn open, his breath faint, his fate unknown...