During the time Fairy Mengli was away, Fang Xian and his group strolled leisurely through the Lingxiao Sect.
Every corner of the sect exuded a unique aura of cultivation. Pavilions and towers were scattered among the mountains, shrouded in mist, resembling a fairyland.
As they walked, they came to a spiritual field.
The spiritual grains in the field swayed gently in the breeze, their ears shimmering with a faint spiritual light. These grains were carefully cultivated, containing abundant spiritual energy, and were an important cultivation resource for the Lingxiao Sect.
Further on, a magnificent alchemy room came into view. The rich aroma of pills wafted from within, attracting the attention of everyone.
After a long while, Fairy Mengli hurried over with light steps, a smile on her face.
Seeing Fang Xian and his group, she quickened her pace and said,
"I've kept you all waiting. The Sect Master wishes to see you. Please follow me."
Fang Xian smiled slightly.
"Thank you for your trouble, Fairy."
"You're welcome."
The group followed Fairy Mengli towards the sect leader's location.
As they walked, the spiritual energy grew increasingly dense; a gentle breath allowed them to feel the spiritual power flowing joyfully within their bodies.
When they entered a valley shrouded in mist, the scene before them was breathtaking.
The valley was filled with rare spiritual flowers and herbs, each unique in form, their blossoms radiating vibrant colors. Their fragrance not only soothed the mind and body but also aided in cultivation.
In the center of the valley lay a natural spiritual spring, its water crystal clear, constantly bubbling and making melodious sounds. Every drop of water contained immense spiritual power.
Passing through the valley, an ancient palace came into view.
The palace, constructed of massive amounts of spirit jade, emitted a soft glow. Its doors were tightly shut, flanked by two colossal guardian beast statues, imposing and majestic, seemingly protecting this mysterious area.
Fairy Mengli stepped forward and gently knocked on the door.
After a moment, the door slowly opened, and the group entered the palace.
The palace interior was spacious and bright, with smooth jade floors and walls inlaid with various precious gems. These gems not only served a decorative purpose but also gathered spiritual energy, making the spiritual atmosphere within the palace even more concentrated.
At the far end of the palace, a man dressed in a purple-gold robe sat regally on a massive jade throne.
His face was handsome, his eyes deep-set, and he exuded a powerful and mysterious aura that made it difficult to look directly at him.
This man was the Sect Master of the Lingxiao Sect
—Lord Yunshan.
Fang Xian stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Yunshan Jun, saying, "I have long admired your name, Sect Master, and have come to pay my respects today. I hope to have the opportunity to spar with you and improve my cultivation."
Yunshan Jun looked at Fang Xian with interest, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.
"You are not from this world, are you?"
Fang Xian was slightly taken aback, secretly marveling at Yunshan Jun's ability to see through him at a glance.
Yunshan Jun seemed to sense his confusion and explained with a smile.
"As a Quasi-Saint, I can perceive some causality. Judging from the causal threads on you, you do not belong to this fantasy world."
"However, we cultivators are single-mindedly devoted to the Dao, focusing only on our own cultivation, and do not concern ourselves with the conflicts of the great world."
"Moreover, this Great Thousand World is no match for us Quasi-Saints. Since you've come, I accept your challenge."
Upon hearing the Sect Master's words, Fairy Mengli's beautiful eyes widened, staring at Fang Xian in disbelief, her gaze filled with shock and worry.
In her understanding, the Great Thousand World was far too weak, and Fang Xian's solo arrival was incredibly audacious.
The Sect Master stood up, his aura suddenly surging. Within the previously tranquil palace, spiritual energy surged like a raging tide.
A smile played on his lips, tinged with anticipation.
"Since you are the strongest in the Great Thousand World, I'd like to experience your skills firsthand."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Sect Master lightly touched the ground, instantly vanishing from his spot. When he reappeared, he was already before Fang Xian, his right fist, imbued with boundless spiritual power, slamming towards Fang Xian with earth-shattering force.
The fist whistled through the air, ripples spreading across the space as if it were about to collapse under its weight.
Fang Xian remained calm, his chaotic energy surging around him, forming a black shield that steadily blocked the punch.
With a deafening roar, the powerful impact shook the surrounding air, shattering the tables, chairs, and ornaments in the palace into dust that scattered in the air.
"Interesting."
A glint of excitement flashed in the sect leader's eyes. He rapidly formed hand seals and chanted incantations.
In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky, and bolts of purple lightning, as thick as buckets, descended upon Fang Xian with divine might.
The lightning flickered with an eerie light, and the air was thick with a pungent, acrid smell, as if the entire world was about to be destroyed by its power.
Fang Xian's figure flashed, moving like a ghost among the lightning bolts. His speed was so extreme that only afterimages remained.
Every time lightning was about to strike him, he skillfully dodged it. Simultaneously, he continuously waved his hands, unleashing a torrent of chaotic energy that surged towards the Sect Master.
Seeing this, the Sect Master swiftly crossed his hands in front of him, forming a spiritual energy barrier.
The chaotic energy crashed against the barrier, producing a deafening roar and sending countless sparks flying.
The immense power made the barrier teeter on the brink of collapse, and the Sect Master's expression subtly changed.
"It seems you do possess some skill," the Sect Master remarked admiringly.
He took a deep breath, and a colossal phantom of spiritual energy appeared behind him.
This phantom was tens of feet tall, with a majestic face, wielding a massive spiritual energy spear, radiating a terrifying aura.
The phantom swung the spear, thrusting it towards Fang Xian.
Where the spear struck, black cracks tore through space, from which black energy turbulence surged forth.
Fang Xian's eyes narrowed; he knew this was the Sect Master's strongest attack.
Chaotic power erupted from his body, forming a massive chaotic vortex.
The vortex spun rapidly, engulfing everything around it, including the incoming spear and the phantom of spiritual energy.
To everyone's astonishment, the chaotic vortex collided violently with the spear and the phantom, unleashing a dazzling light.
The light illuminated the entire palace, blinding everyone.
With a deafening roar, the entire palace shook violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.
As the light gradually faded, everyone looked closely and saw Fang Xian and the Sect Master standing in place, their auras slightly disordered, but both unharmed.
Fairy Mengli watched in disbelief as Fang Xian fought a near-perfect battle against a Quasi-Saint.
Liu Yunyan, Li Muwan, Luo Hongxia, Elder Tianqiong, and Elder Tianlan were overjoyed, their eyes filled with admiration.
Fang Xian looked at Lord Yunshan, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Now, I'm going to get serious."