My cultivation level increases by one year every day!

The levels of martial arts skills, from low to high, are: beginner, minor mastery, major mastery, peak, and perfection.

Fang Yuan's perfect movement technique allowed him to fight like a fish in water, and his opponents couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

"Is all you can do to hide?"

Fang Yuan felt a kind of restlessness, a sense of energy he couldn't channel.

Fang Yuan remained calm and composed, using the Phantom Steps to move with unhurried speed, drifting like a ghost within the limited space.

Clang!

Suddenly, a sword's cry rang out.

The snow-white blade pierced straight through Fang Yuan's continuous sword strikes, aiming for his heart.

Upon seeing this, Fang Yuan was greatly alarmed.

He retreated backward repeatedly, simultaneously channeling his inner energy to cover his body, forming a thin film, in an attempt to retract his sword and defend.

bang...

But Fang Yuan's sword strike was too fast and extremely sharp, tearing through the true energy armor and producing a loud bang.

In the end, the sword's edge stopped less than a finger's width from Fang Yuan's neck.

One sword strike, and the enemy is defeated!

"How is this possible?"

Fang Yuan stared blankly at Qing Feng, who could take his life at any moment, his eyes filled with disbelief.

From the moment he made his move, he gave it his all.

Even when he mobilized his true energy to form armor, his reaction was very fast, but the armor was as fragile as paper and could not be broken at all.

"Such strong combat talent, and such exquisite control over the rhythm of battle."

To outsiders, all they might see is a sword strike.

But in the eyes of the Fifth Elder, that sword strike was not so easy to deliver.

It requires extensive combat experience, a grasp of timing, and even the ability to instantly mobilize one's inner energy!

"Yuan'er's combat level has improved significantly since the trial at Qingyun Sect."

The Fifth Elder seemed to have thought of something and sighed softly, "It's just a pity..."

On the stage, Fang Yuan sheathed his longsword, looked at the distraught Fang Yuan, and said calmly:

"If you're not willing to give up, you can continue!"

Fang Yuan remained silent for a long while before slowly raising his head, cupping his hands, and saying, "My skills are inferior; I humbly admit defeat."

He's not a sore loser.

I just can't accept losing so quickly, especially after breaking through to the Innate Realm.

"Fang Yuan wins this battle!"

The Fifth Elder, acting as the temporary referee, made the final decision with a single blow.

"I thought it would be a great battle, but it ended so quickly." Someone said, still feeling unsatisfied.

"The time it takes to brew a cup of tea?" someone scoffed. "It doesn't even take fifty breaths."

"Young Master is mighty!"

"I knew this would be the outcome; Fang Yuan overestimated himself a bit."

The female disciples below, who admired Fang Yuan, blinked their eyes with undisguised adoration.

"This mountain may never be able to be crossed again."

The disciples who had previously held onto some ideas now had all their illusions shattered.

Having reached the Innate Realm, he thought he could narrow the gap with Fang Yuan, but in reality, the gap had widened.

"The clan competition will be held soon. I hope everyone will work hard in their cultivation and achieve good results."

Fang Yuan stood on the stage, a smile on his face, looking at his fellow clansmen, and did not hold back his words of encouragement.

"We will definitely follow in the footsteps of the young master!"

Fang Yuan smiled, returned the three-foot-long sword to Ke'er, stepped off the stage, and gradually disappeared under the gaze of various eyes.

"If Fang Yuan hadn't just entered the Innate Realm, defeating him wouldn't have been so easy for me."

On his way to his cheap father's study, Fang Yuan reviewed the battle he had just fought and pondered to himself.

That sword strike just now was the perfected level of the Nine Swords of Gale, as fast as lightning, with all nine swords combined into one.

To outsiders it looked easy, but in reality, it took most of his true energy to break through his true energy armor.

This is still based on the fact that Fang Yuan has not fully mastered his own power.

If Fang Yuan insists on continuing the fight, Fang Yuan will have to put in a lot of effort to win.

Of course, Fang Yuan understood that guy's character and knew he would never do such a thing, hence this sword strike.

"The gap between the Innate Realm and the Acquired Realm is still quite large!"

Defeating an enemy beyond one's realm is not so simple; otherwise, what's the point of having realms? Are they just for show?

Given enough time, it wouldn't be difficult for a master of the Innate Realm to slaughter dozens or even hundreds of cultivators at the ninth level of the Acquired Realm.

The further you progress, the more difficult it becomes to bridge the gap in skill levels.

To be invincible among those in the same realm is already an extremely rare talent.

"I still need to break through to the Innate Realm as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too difficult."

Compared to defeating enemies across borders, Fang Yuan prefers to crush them with his superior cultivation, which is much easier.

"With the talent of the Heavenly Origin Earth Realm, my cultivation will far surpass my peers, and may even surpass the older generation."

Before long, Fang Yuan arrived at his father's study.

The study is simply furnished; most of the books are just for decoration, with a few shelves set up and books piled on top.

Fang Zhongwu sat at the table, still looking at a file, his brows slightly furrowed.

Fang Yuan didn't disturb him and picked up his teacup to sip his tea.

A moment later, Fang Zhongwu put down the dossier in his hand, his face quite displeased.

"A bunch of bandits and thieves dare to covet our family's mines? They've really given us a lot of face."

Fang Yuan did not interrupt.

The Fang family owns numerous businesses and is a large and powerful family, so they are bound to encounter some petty and unscrupulous individuals who dare to harass them.

"I heard you just fought with Fang Yuan?" Fang Zhongwu asked with a smile after calming down.

Fang Yuan shrugged and said helplessly, "They've openly declared war, I can't just ignore it, can I?"

As the head of the Fang family, Fang Zhongwu was aware of every little thing happening in the family.

Fang Yuan could even predict that his father was fully aware of the entire battle that had just taken place.

"No wonder you asked me for the Qi Condensation Pill. Are you trying to return to the Innate Realm?"

Fang Zhongwu suddenly felt that he could not see through his son. He seemed to be shrouded in a fog, making him difficult to fathom.

Only a few days have passed since he destroyed his dantian, and he's already back to his peak.

"More or less," Fang Yuan gave a vague answer.

Fang Zhongwu didn't ask any further questions. With a wave of his hand, a pile of precious medicinal herbs appeared in front of him, their fragrance rich and refreshing.

"This is a Qi Condensation Pill."

To Fang Zhongwu's right is a white jade bottle.

"Now that you've returned to the Innate Realm, do you need me to protect you?" Fang Zhongwu asked, somewhat worried.

"This isn't too difficult; it's just a matter of walking the same path again."

Fang Zhongwu still believed in his son's talent and nodded slightly.

"By the way, I think Ke'er has a crush on you, so why don't you..."

Before Fang Zhongwu could finish speaking, Fang Yuan immediately waved his hand to interrupt him, his eyes slightly widening.

"Don't try to play matchmaker, I'm still young."

Fang Zhongwu was a little unhappy. "In a few years, you'll be able to take my place. It's time to think about marriage."

"Why can't you take on greater responsibilities and build up the family business sooner?"

Fang Yuan sighed helplessly and simply said, "Have you forgotten that I'm already engaged?"

"Oh dear, I almost forgot about that."

Fang Zhongwu pondered for a moment, his expression becoming somewhat serious.

"In a few days, it will be time for our family to worship our ancestors, and people from the branch family should also come."

"Since you failed the Qingyun Sect's trial, the Murong family might have some reservations..."