Rising Fame, A Stunning White-Clad Figure

The mountains rise and fall, and a gentle breeze rustles through the trees, creating soft, green waves.

Beside a mountain stream, Fang Hanyu leaned against a large rock, Zhou Xue was healing his wounds, while Zhou Xingshi stood not far away, wary of their surroundings.

"Two hours have passed, why hasn't he caught up yet? Could something have happened to him?"

Zhou Xingshi couldn't help but turn around and ask, because his life was tied to Fang Wang's, and he was most afraid that something would happen to Fang Wang.

While bandaging Fang Hanyu's wounds, Zhou Xue calmly said, "Don't worry, he's not dead."

How can you be so sure?

"I have my own ways of confirming it, just like I was able to confirm before that this kid wasn't dead."

Zhou Xue's answer stunned Zhou Xingshi. Upon careful recollection, he realized that before finding Fang Hanyu, Zhou Xue was certain that he was not dead.

Could it be that this woman tampered with Fang Wang and Fang Hanyu?

Although Fang Wang was stronger in Zhou Xingshi's mind, he felt that Zhou Xue was more dangerous and more unpredictable.

After a while, Zhou Xue stood up, looked down at Fang Hanyu, and said, "Your body is ruined. I have a way to give you a phoenix-like rebirth, even surpassing your former self, but you'll have to endure a lot of suffering. Are you willing?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Hanyu immediately looked up, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'm willing! I don't want to be a cripple for the rest of my life! I'm not afraid of any pain!"

"Okay, when Fang Wang comes back, I'll take you somewhere to get treatment."

After Zhou Xue finished speaking, she walked to the stream, squatted down, and began to wash her hands.

Zhou Xingshi was secretly curious: Fang Hanyu was so badly injured, yet he could still be reborn.

He was even more curious about Zhou Xue's background. It was obvious that Zhou Xue had a deep background in cultivation before entering Taiyuan Sect.

Afterwards, Zhou Xue and the other two waited in the mountain stream for Fang Wang to return.

About half an hour later, they finally heard a whooshing sound coming from the air. Zhou Xue and Zhou Xingshi immediately turned their heads to look, and then both of them breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

The visitor was none other than Fang Wang.

Fang Wang arrived riding a flying sword, carrying the Qingjun Sword in his hand. The blade was stained with blood. Not only that, his white clothes were also stained with blood, and his waist was covered with blood-red cloth bags, which were all storage bags.

His appearance was extremely stern, but Zhou Xue and Zhou Xingshi were not worried. As long as he could still fly on his sword, it meant he wouldn't die.

Fang Wang landed, and the flying sword disappeared into his storage bag. Zhou Xingshi quickly walked over and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

For some reason, Fang Wang felt a little awkward. Shouldn't Zhou Xue be the one to come up to him and show concern first?

Why is it that a man is the one who shows concern for him first?

"I'm fine, I'm not injured, but my spiritual energy is almost depleted," Fang Wang replied.

Even though his Xuan Yang Nerve was at its peak, it was almost depleted after more than two hours of intense fighting, since all his opponents were cultivators.

Zhou Xingshi nodded, then stepped aside.

Zhou Xue walked over, examined his body, and asked with a smile, "How strong is Li Hongshuang? Fighting him should broaden your horizons, right?"

Seeing Fang Wang return safely, she felt a surge of pride. After all, she had taught Fang Wang martial arts, so in her heart, she already considered Fang Wang her disciple.

To escape from the hands of the number one genius of Qingchan Valley in less than a year of cultivation is an absolutely remarkable achievement!

"Very impressive, it has truly broadened my horizons," Fang Wang nodded.

Zhou Xingshi was secretly alarmed. As a scion of a prominent family, he knew Li Hongshuang better. Li Hongshuang was not of the same generation as them. Fang Wang had only been cultivating for a short time, yet Li Hongshuang, who was exceptionally talented and had been cultivating for a longer period, could not defeat Fang Wang. This made him admire Fang Wang even more.

Zhou Xue examined his body and was relieved to find out that he was not poisoned.

"By the way, is there any way to prevent the head from decaying? I'm waiting to take it back to Taiyuan Sect to increase my contribution," Fang Wang suddenly asked, then took a cloth bundle from his waist.

Zhou Xue frowned and said, "At the critical moment of life and death..."

You still have the nerve to care about these things? Aren't you afraid Li Hongshuang will catch up with you?

"Don't be afraid."

"Apart from Li Hongshuang, there are no outstanding figures among the disciples of Qingchan Valley in this area. They are all henchmen under Li Hongshuang. It is estimated that Qingchan Valley intends to cultivate power for Li Hongshuang. What use are the heads of henchmen? Let them go."

Zhou Xue waved her hand, realizing that Fang Wang was only seventeen years old and his youthful spirit was still somewhat immature.

"What a coincidence, it is Li Hongshuang's head."

Fang Wang raised an eyebrow and said calmly, but inwardly he was overjoyed.

"What?"

Zhou Xue froze, and Zhou Xingshi also turned to look at Fang Wang, his eyes widening.

Fang Wang flicked his right hand, and Li Hongshuang's head fell to the ground, neck down, her eyes wide open, her deathly gaze chilling.

"It really is Li Hongshuang...you..."

After Zhou Xue clearly saw Li Hongshuang's face, she looked up at Fang Wang, her eyes filled with undisguised surprise.

Zhou Xingshi, on the other hand, had a look on his face as if he had seen a ghost.

Despite leading hundreds of Qingchan Valley disciples, Li Hongshuang was beheaded by Fang Wang alone.

How is that possible!

Even after seeing Li Hongshuang's face clearly, Zhou Xingshi still found it unbelievable.

"How strong was he when you fought him? Did he bring out his natal spirit treasure? His natal spirit treasure is a large banner..." Zhou Xue asked, frowning.

Fang Wang rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Of course, you guys thought I killed an imposter? Killing him wasn't easy; I fought with almost all my might."

Zhou Xue took a deep breath and stopped talking. She squatted down, took out a medicine bottle from her storage bag, and sprinkled the powder on Li Hongshuang's head.

Fang Wang turned to look at Fang Hanyu not far away and asked, "Hanyu, I've avenged you. I killed at least three hundred Qingchan Valley cultivators along the way. How about that, brother, am I a good friend?"

Fang Hanyu didn't know what to say. He had already learned how strong Li Hongshuang was. Such a powerful being was actually killed by Fang Wang. He felt that expressing gratitude would be pretentious, and praising her would be insincere. He could only nod slightly.

Fang Wang looked at Zhou Xue, Zhou Xingshi, and Fang Hanyu and saw that they had all quieted down, and he couldn't help but purse his lips.

The response wasn't strong enough!

Shouldn't we gasp in shock and exclaim how terrifying it is?

"By the way, before I left, I burned Li Hongshuang's body. He shouldn't be able to come back to life, right? After all, cultivators can possess bodies, and I'm worried about the possibility of them using methods like resurrection." Fang Wang asked as soon as he saw Zhou Xue get up.

As he spoke, he squatted down and rewrapped the spoils.

Zhou Xue replied, "The head is with you. If the body is truly burned to ashes, it certainly cannot be brought back to life."

The Profound Yang True Fire of the Profound Yang Nerve...

Zhou Xue was filled with emotion. If she were entangled by the Xuan Yang True Fire, she would surely be reduced to ashes.

To everyone's surprise, the future master of Qingchan Valley died just like that...

She suddenly felt that Fang Wang's existence would bring about great changes to the future, and since she was reborn, the future would definitely be created by them.

Afterwards, Fang Wang took a bath in the river and changed into clean clothes before they continued on their way. Zhou Xue said she would take them to a place with a great opportunity, and that she would also help Fang Hanyu heal his injuries there.

The atmosphere became quite subtle on the way there.

Zhou Xue and Zhou Xingshi kept glancing at Fang Wang, but remained silent, which made him somewhat impatient.

Little did they know that beneath their seemingly calm exterior, the turmoil within them had never subsided.

Zhou Xue sighed inwardly, feeling that because of her, a monstrous figure who had never appeared in her previous life had suddenly emerged.

Zhou Xingshi was completely dumbfounded. The two of them were both created on the same day, so why was there such a big difference between them?

……

Inside an inn, Gu Li and three fellow disciples sat around a table drinking tea. Every table on the first floor was occupied.

"There are so many people. The legacy of the Jihao Sect has spread far and wide. This is good, the more people there are, the easier it will be for us to complete the rescue mission," Zhou Bo remarked.

They were all disciples of the Third Branch, and they came as a team.

After being politely refused by Fang Wang, Gu Li was still worried, so she came with Zhou Bo and the other two who were forming a team at the time.

She wore a bamboo hat and a yellow dress, looking like a female knight-errant. Her head was slightly lowered, so her face was not visible.

Just then, a man in plain clothes rushed in, shouting, "Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened! Li Hongshuang, the direct disciple of Qingchan Valley, known as the most talented disciple of Qingchan Valley in the current generation, has been killed by a disciple of Taiyuan Sect!"

These words caused an uproar throughout the inn.

The diners here are no ordinary people; they are all cultivators, most of whom are independent cultivators, or possibly disciples of the nine major sects disguised as independent cultivators.

"That Li Hongshuang is at the ninth level of the Spirit Shaping Realm! Many of the direct disciples of the Taiyuan Sect might not be his match. Moreover, killing him is tantamount to declaring war on Qingchan Valley!"

"Li Hongshuang is dead, this has blown up."

"Tsk tsk, Li Hongshuang is not only backed by Qingchan Valley, but also by the Li family. A thousand years ago, the dynasty on this land was established by their Li family."

"Hmph, so what if he's dead? He was just a demonic cultivator."

The rogue cultivators inside the inn were buzzing with discussion. Then one of them asked the man who had delivered the information, "Waiter, who killed Li Hongshuang? Do you have any more information?"

The man who delivered the news was actually the innkeeper's waiter. He stood with his hands on his hips, chuckling, "It's true! It's said that the Taiyuan Sect disciple who killed Li Hongshuang used the 'Amazing Swan Divine Sword Technique.' Do you know the origin of the 'Amazing Swan Divine Sword Technique'?"

Upon hearing this, someone immediately stood up and said, "I know this is the ultimate technique of Yang Yuanzi, the third peak master of Taiyuan Sect. A hundred years ago, he used this sword technique to force his way into Qingchan Valley and escape unscathed. Could it be that Yang Yuanzi was the one who made the move? The Jinghong Divine Sword Technique is mastered by Yang Yuanzi alone. I have never heard of any Taiyuan Sect disciple being proficient in this sword technique."

"Half right, half wrong. The person who killed Li Hongshuang did use the Jinghong Divine Sword Technique, but he was very young and definitely not Yang Yuanzi. According to the surviving Qingchan Valley disciples, that person was dressed in white and wielded the Jinghong Divine Sword Technique to the level of thirty-two sword strikes. He was definitely an unknown genius of the Taiyuan Sect. Now, the Qingchan Valley disciples call that person 'White-Clad Jinghong.' Qingchan Valley has already sent a Spirit Core Realm cultivator to track down the whereabouts of White-Clad Jinghong."

The waiter shook his head, and his words sparked another round of discussion among the rogue cultivators in the inn.

Zhou Bo turned around and asked in a low voice, "White-Clad Astounding Beauty? Who in the Third Lineage has obtained this inheritance?"

He had been in the third lineage for over ten years and had never heard of anyone receiving Yang Yuanzi's true teachings. Even his eldest disciple, Li Yu, had failed to obtain the Amazing Divine Sword Technique.

The two disciples of the third branch shook their heads. Although Gu Li did not say anything, for some reason, she inexplicably thought of someone.

Could it be him?

impossible……

How long has he been a spirit?