Chapter 6 (2/2)

Every night at midnight, Fang Han would train through his Mo’dao style high intensity training, completely ravaging his body, and increasing his vitality through the medicine from the golden pellet.

Ever so slightly, his body became stronger and stronger, what were originally skinny muscles were now firm, closely packed together muscle, his four limbs both flexible and powerful.

However, from the front, it just seemed as if he had become a little st.u.r.dier than before, but he knew that his muscles and bone had become a lot stronger, his weight increasing twenty to thirty jin.

After ten days, Fang Han still trained through ‘Golden Toad Jumping Water,’ but he had increased the weight on his back to fifty jin, even eighty jin stones!

The second level of the Mortal Realm, practicing force, is the most basic of the levels, but also the most important, directly affecting the achievements of one’s martial arts.

The more polished on trained their force, the greater their achievements in the future.

“One hundred jin!”

After a month, Fang Han could carry a one hundred jin rock and jump fully relaxed like a frog, each jump traveling four to five steps. Upon repeatedly jumping thirty six times, his face became flushed, and he was out of breath.

Left on the beach was a circle of deep footprints.

“Hai!”

Afterwards, he took the hundred jin rock and threw it, throwing it to a height of about two to three people high. As it fell back down, he used both hands and threw a punch, his entire body emitting a ‘Ge’zhi Ge’zhi’ sound, and actually managed to catch the rock.

“Duan!”

With a low roar, Fang Han one handedly dragged the hundred jin stone, his other hand fiercely punching a small but thick tree, which suddenly fractured and cracked.

“Peng!”

Throwing the hundred jin rock, Fang Han stood on the spot, his body proud and emanating a manly scent, he no longer had the appearance of a servant.

Upon arriving at this point, he finally pa.s.sed the stage of practicing force. His four limbs, waist, every part of his body had been trained.

“I have already reached the pinnacle of the practicing force level. That is to say, I have entered the third level of the Mortal Realm, and can begin learning the ‘Calm Crane Longevity Fist’ that I secretly memorized, as well as the many parts of the ‘Seven Star First.’ Also, comparing the quality of my body with that of the Fang Clan’s core disciples, mine is tougher by a lot! My power as well. The styles I train in are also definitely stronger.”

Fang Han curled a fist, his bones cracking “Pi’li’pa’la,” and he himself filled with self-confidence.

Those Fang Clan core disciples who had also finished power training couldn’t be compared to Fang Han because the things they ate were different, they ate ginseng and bird’s nests, while Fang Han ‘ate’ his ‘Nine Aperture Golden Pellet!’

The same went for comparing body structure, Fang Han could single-handedly lift a hundred jin stone, and do all sorts of actions, as for those Fang Clan core disciples, they couldn’t.

Continuing his training, he began training styles, connecting the power of his entire body to who knows what extent.

Each muscle on Fang Han’s body was like a group of non-united tigers, through training in styles, these tigers would become one, fierce and sharp, resulting in even more matchless power.

Fang Han sat down cross-legged, gazing far away looking at the stars in the sky, observing their movements in the sky, and trying to understand what Bai Hai Chen had said about the various methods of the ‘Seven Star Fist.’

His training in the Mortal Realm had increased his power by leaps and bounds, the ‘Nine Aperture Golden Pellet’ in his heart slowly being dissolved, resulting in even stronger stimulation.

At the same time…

Many acres away, in the Fang Clan’s luxurious mansion, seemingly a dragon princess or fairy, Fang Qing Xue, the first lady who had used “Purple Yin Lightning Knife” to kill Bai Hai Chen, was calming sitting, beside her a powerful, thick-shouldered middle aged man with a pair of blue eyes.

This middle aged man was indeed the head of the Fang Clan, the current governor of Long’yuan Province, Fang Ze Tao, who was also Fang Qing Xue’s father. He had trained to the tenth level, G.o.dly transformation, of the Mortal Realm.

But due to his age, he was no longer in his prime, and his body had begun slowly declining. In the future, he would only become weaker unless he received a miraculous medicine, otherwise, he would only decline, and not go forward.

Truthfully, in front of Fang Qing Xue, he didn’t have much fatherly dignity, after all, his daughter had reached the Divine Realm.

“Father, I have already become a true disciple of the Yu’hua school, and the school head has gifted me a mountain palace on Yu’hua Immortal Mountain. I need to bring some loyal servants there to clean it up, to light fires, to take care of flowers, and to feed the animals,” Fang Qing Xue stated.

“Qing Xue, have you really become a true disciple of the Yu’hua School? Such good news, at this rate, our Fang Clan’s position has become entrenched, even if it’s the emperor, he will try to draw you in. Bring all the loyal servants you want, you can pick whoever you want.”

Fang Ze Tao was surprised with the news, as true disciples were very rare.

Even the Fang Clan’s ancestor wasn’t a true disciple of the Yu’hua School, and was but an outer disciple.

“Also, the School Faction’s Tian Xing Elder, because I became a true disciple, gave me the rights to a couple outer disciples. This is a rare opportunity, we can choose some of the clan’s core disciples to bring over,” stated Fang Qing Xue.

“Outer disciple spots!” Fang Ze Tong sucked in a huge breath.

At this time, a sound suddenly came over from the distance, “Her excellency, first lady, the day the first lady is decreed as the princess is near! Just around the corner!”

“I understand, but let the decree wait, I have some business first.”

Fang Qing Xue waved her hand.

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