My cultivation level increases by one year every day!

three days ago.

Qingyun Sect.

The mountains stand tall and varied in height, and the air is filled with a rich spiritual energy, as if shrouded in thick fog, making it seem like a fairyland.

One place from the top of the peak.

A young man dressed in a black robe, with broad shoulders, handsome features, and thin lips, was fiddling with a potted plant in front of him.

At this time.

Behind the young man, an old man with white hair reaching his temples appeared silently. He did not say a word to disturb him and stood respectfully.

"How's the matter I asked you to investigate going?" Zheng Kun carefully placed the potted plant down and turned to ask.

The white-haired elder respectfully replied, "Reporting to the Nineteenth Prince, Fang Yuan is indeed still alive, but those who know the news are limited to the sect's higher-ups."

"The Foundation Establishment Tribulation descended, auspicious colors fell, and the extraordinary phenomenon lingered for a long time. Such talent is truly amazing."

Zheng Kun spoke slowly, his eyes gleaming with an unusual light as he gazed into the distance.

"But back then, I beat him half to death."

As past scenes flashed before his eyes, he thought of the Qingyun Sect disciples' trials, and a cold smile crept onto his lips.

"Does this old servant need to handle this?" the white-haired old man asked, bowing.

Zheng Kun shook his head, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

"Things are different now. His talent has attracted the attention of the sect, and even the elders want to take him as a disciple."

"Moreover, he has a Golden Core True Monarch behind him. Killing him is too risky, and it may not even be successful."

Zheng Kun's eyes gleamed, and his thin lips moved with an eerie quality.

"I have always been kind to others. Prepare a generous gift and go to the Great Zhou Dynasty to negotiate peace with him on my behalf and resolve this grievance. If he has any conditions, as long as they are not too unreasonable, you can agree to them on my behalf."

The elderly man with white hair nodded slightly.

He followed this prince, who was out of favor in the deep palace, until he joined the Qingyun Sect.

This prince's growth rate was astonishing; he truly rose rapidly through the ranks, soaring to great heights.

"What if Fang Yuan doesn't agree to a settlement?" the white-haired old man asked.

Zheng Kun was silent for a moment, then grinned and said, "Then let's kill him, but don't step down yourself and cause me trouble."

"I'll point you in the right direction. It won't be long before the Great Yan Dynasty and the Great Zhou Dynasty are about to go to war."

"Judging from Father's intentions, our dynasty will intervene."

"I believe that many other major corporations will also be interested in this unparalleled genius."

The white-haired old man immediately understood and nodded, saying, "I'll take care of it right away."

"I've been mostly in seclusion for the past year, focusing on improving my cultivation and breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage. The Human King Mountain will be opening soon."

Zheng Kun spoke to himself, gently stroking the potted flowers, and said, "It's a pity that no one takes care of these flowers."

"I don't trust anyone else to manage things if Old Qin leaves early and returns early."

"This old servant obeys!"

……

Let's go back three days.

Misty mountains, beside a cold pool.

An hour later, Fang Yuan had completely refined the Frost Python. His blood and qi surged, and his strength was approaching the 40,000 jin mark.

The entire essence and blood of a Foundation Establishment demon was estimated to have increased Fang Yuan's strength by more than 6,000 jin!

His physical body is now extremely strong, like a finely polished piece of jade, radiating brilliance. If he takes another step forward, it will be comparable to the sturdiness of a low-grade spiritual weapon.

this means.

Fang Yuan could defeat a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator with his bare hands without using any true essence.

The Demon Refining and Body Transformation Technique is truly heaven-defying!

"If only I could hunt down a few more Foundation Establishment level demons." Fang Yuan, having tasted the sweetness of it, was now savoring it.

The great demons that ordinary cultivators fear are all mobile treasure troves of essence and blood, and perfect tonics, in Fang Yuan's eyes.

"If I want to encounter a powerful demon again, I'm afraid I'll have to enter the inner circle of the Falling Mist Mountain Range," Fang Yuan thought to himself.

The Foundation Establishment Demons are similar to the Foundation Establishment True Immortals among cultivators; they are equally rare, each occupying a territory in the mountains.

The reason it appears to be so large is because the Luowu Mountain Range is extremely vast and its inner perimeter is a paradise for powerful monsters, which gather like clouds.

"I can handle ordinary Foundation Establishment stage demons without much trouble, but if I'm surrounded, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape."

Since breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage, Fang Yuan has not yet gone all out, as his cultivation has improved so rapidly that it is difficult to assess his combat strength.

The Frost Python only put some pressure on Fang Yuan; it wasn't a crisis.

"While the Cold Essence Fruit is not yet ripe, continue hunting demonic beasts and strive to refine your physical body to the stage where blood and qi become mist."

Blood Qi Turns into Mist is the third level of the Demon Refining and Body Transformation Technique. In its initial stage, the strength reaches 40,000 jin, and the physical body is comparable to a low-grade spiritual weapon.

Fang Yuan left a wisp of his divine sense near the cold pool, not going too far away, to ensure he could return quickly.

But after two days, Fang Yuan hadn't encountered many demonic beasts, but he had met many human cultivators.

After all, his battle with the Frost Python caused quite a stir, attracting many cultivators from the Misty Mountains, mostly hunters who hoped to take advantage of the chaos.

However, these cultivators were generally not very strong.

Fang Yuan could easily scare them away by simply unleashing his aura. However, a few Foundation Establishment cultivators, skilled and daring, tried to break in.

But the result was that Fang Yuan slapped him into a pulp.

"It seems we'll have to wait until after we harvest the Frost Essence Fruit before we go hunting monsters."

Monsters have a strong sense of territory, and it's almost impossible for other monsters to appear near the icy pool.

into the night.

The sky is filled with countless stars, like the most dazzling scroll slowly unfolding.

A night breeze swept in, stirring the yellowed fallen leaves.

Tweet!

In the stillness of the night.

A loud bird call rang out.

The massive black figure obscured the moonlight as it swooped down, creating a series of whistling sounds as it struck the corpse of the ice python below.

"How dare you covet my prey? You're asking for death!"

Fang Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, his true essence surged, and his body transformed into lightning, shooting towards the sky and slashing at the eagle demon that flew in from the inner perimeter of Luowu Mountain.

Whoosh... Boom...

In an instant, a sword aura as thick as a forearm surged out, more than a hundred feet long, falling like a thunderbolt.

The eagle demon let out a screech, instinctively showing some fear. Its flapping wings spread nearly a hundred meters wide, moving at an extremely fast speed. It turned its body to the side, narrowly avoiding the sword energy aimed at its vital points, but a long, deep wound was still left on its back, so deep that the bone was visible, and blood fell like raindrops.

"Trying to leave?"

Knowing he was no match for the eagle demon, he tried to escape at top speed, but Fang Yuan wouldn't let him succeed and extended his five fingers.

With a deafening boom, the pitch-black night flashed with blinding white light, and the surging true energy in his palm wove into a lightning net, binding the eagle demon tightly.

Tweet!

The eagle demon was struck by the lightning net, its skin torn and bleeding, and it let out a series of painful cries. Its demonic aura shook the surface of the cold pool, causing ripples to spread.

Fang Yuan stepped into the air, gathering his true essence and unleashing his blood energy. He then raised his fist and smashed it into the eagle demon's massive head.

The force of tens of thousands of pounds erupted, instantly shattering the eagle demon's head and slamming it heavily into the ground, creating a large crater.

"I'm just worried about not having enough essence and blood to temper my body!"

Fang Yuan smiled and delivered the final blow to the dying eagle demon, sending him on his way.

Not far away, the commotion from the icy pool once again drew the attention of many cultivators nearby, their faces showing surprise.

Foundation Establishment cultivators have very keen spiritual senses; they were able to clearly detect the aura that the eagle demon had just unleashed.

"That was a Foundation Establishment Stage 6 demon beast, only one step away from becoming a Great Demon, and it died just like that?"

"That ended way too quickly; it didn't even take ten breaths to go back and forth."

Two days ago, a Foundation Establishment cultivator attempted to go to the Cold Pool.

Although he couldn't see Fang Yuan's true face, he vaguely saw the enormous corpse of the Ice Python and trembled as he said:

"Even a Foundation Establishment level demon is no match for this master inside. What is a Foundation Establishment level six eagle demon?"

"Brother Zhang, do you perhaps know who the powerful figure inside is?"

In the northeastern region of the Fallen Mist Mountains, strange occurrences were happening frequently, quickly attracting the attention of many cultivators who secretly speculated about the identities of those involved.

Some people suspected that there was a great opportunity inside, but dared not step in rashly, with bloody lessons before their eyes.