Sun Yuan sent Fang Che back home and, after explaining a few things to Fang Qianyi, he left.
The disciple was talented and bright but what he lacked was accumulation; it was necessary to search for some Heavenly Treasures.
The Sect Hierarch and the others were truly stingy, not leaving any Spiritual Medicine or Spirit Pills for my disciple.
Fang Qianyi was quite interested in the girl who was unconscious that his son had saved. He arranged for her to stay in the side room and instructed Qiuxue and Dong Mei to take good care of her.
However, he still couldn't rest assured. He took some Elixir Pills, personally went to administer them to Ye Meng, and pushed her blood through her palace to spread the medicinal power.
He ordered Dong Mei to summon the physician.
He personally took a snow-white towel and wiped Ye Meng.
He couldn't help but laugh, "My son has good taste; this girl is indeed a great beauty."
His eyes shifted, and checking to ensure no one was around, he murmured to himself, "I'll check where this girl is injured, and how severe it is."
Thus, he checked her over from top to bottom—head, face, neck, shoulders, chest, abdomen, buttocks, thighs...
Laughing until his mouth couldn't close, he exclaimed, "Not bad, not bad, the breasts are not small, the buttocks are plump, still a virgin, huh...good taste, good taste."
Suddenly coughing, he murmured solemnly, "This child, the injuries aren't light..."
At the doorway, a figure appeared; it was Qiuxue carrying a bowl of medicine, "Miss, the medicine is ready."
"Oh oh..."
Fang Qianyi coughed, "Take good care of her."
"Yes."
Fang Qianyi turned around and left.
Neither of them noticed that the color in Ye Meng's face on the bed was turning slightly red.
And behind her delicate little ears, it was already flushed red.
Ye Meng slowly woke up in the evening.
After one night, she recovered a bit of her essence Qi, forcefully thanked them, and after three days, she finally had some strength to move, and her recovery accelerated.
Fang Che had been continuously training.
The martial arts he now needed to practice were many; every day, he basically had no spare time.
He practiced the Blade Technique, Sword, Spear, Saber, Halberd from Infinite Scripture.
But from his past life, he only chose some skills to practice, abandoning the others.
Firstly, because his starting point in his past life was too low, the techniques and moves weren't impressive; secondly, after reaching a certain point in his past life, the opportunities and cultivation methods he received all had too strong a character.
If he used them, and his old rivals and brothers from those days saw, they'd likely have thoughts.
So, he was very cautious.
If it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't use them.
"If one day, even if you consider me a demon from the Yixin Sect and strike me down, I will have no complaints."
He thought that in his heart, and when the moment came, he would do the same.
But, naturally, Fang Che didn't want it to really come to that point.
So now, his cultivation was desperately intense, to a degree that anyone who saw would be astounded.
This wasn't like training but rather forging himself as if he were a piece of raw iron.
Especially the Blade Technique, Sword, Spear, Saber-Halberd from Infinite Scripture, Fang Che pondered even more carefully.
He deeply absorbed every single detail.
These four techniques virtually encompassed everything.
They were all basic moves. But there were myriad variations.
For example, in the 'Sword' category, even just drawing a sword divided into many types.
Sword Drawing Form, Left Waist Draw Sword Technique, Right Waist Sword Drawing Technique, Sword Drawn Stance Technique, Sword Drawn from the Sheath Stance Technique, Flying Scabbard Drawing Sword Style, Left Sword Drawing Technique, Right...
Fang Che couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.
It was so comprehensive.
As for the Piercing Sword Form, Sword Slashing Technique, Flicking Sword Technique, Sword Splitting Technique, Sword Point Form; Beng Sword Style, Sword Interception Technique, Slash Sword Style, Sword Raising Technique...
Each style was dozens of times more numerous than the Sword Drawing Form.
As for the saber, spear, and halberd; it was the same.
No specific moves, only various stances.
The most orthodox stances from heaven to earth.
But Fang Che knew that these were the real masterpieces! Once familiar with them, any saber or sword move would be offhanded.
Even, there might be no need for specific moves.
Because you would have mastered any method of attack in any situation.
"For these four weapons, the records here must have reached the pinnacle, right?"
All this was well learned, yet what was still lacking was proficiency.
But after understanding all these, the various cultivation techniques and saber techniques from Sun Yuan, including the famous 'Flying Heaven Saber Technique,' for Fang Che, it all seemed naturally formed.
Even the Blood Spirit Seven Forms from Yin Shen Palace seemed interlinked.
Cultivating them was not troublesome.
Then, he focused on the Bingche Spirit Platform and Phantom Bones, Shifting Forms.
That being said, simultaneously cultivating so many skills, even if Fang Che were several times more talented, he absolutely couldn't manage it all.
So, he got up at dawn, practiced the basic forms of Blade Technique, Sword, Spear, Saber-Halberd for two hours.
Then he had breakfast with spirit beast meat and medicinal meals.
Then, it was the Flying Heaven Saber Technique, Blood Spirit Seven Forms for two hours.
Lunch.
Then again, Flying Heaven Saber Technique, Blood Spirit Seven Forms for two hours.
Dinner.
Then it was Phantom Bones, Shifting Forms, and Bingche Spirit Platform for two hours.
Supper.
Then he fell asleep reading Infinite Scripture.
In between, he supplemented with various Elixir Pills.
And various cultivation resources he could get his hands on.
Another seven days passed.
Fang Che had pushed his cultivation to the Martial Artist's Sixth Layer.
In half a month's time, progressing two levels, although they were minor levels, this pace, without any resource support, was certainly astounding.
But Fang Che was still not the slightest bit satisfied; instead, he felt beset by crises, unsure about achieving his goal of becoming 'Number One in the Southeast Road.'
Because he knew, in the great families, there weren't shortages of geniuses.
And these geniuses, from birth, had masters flush their meridians with True Yuan, their techniques were also top-notch; moreover, their cultivation resources were definitely incomparable to what he currently had.
The only thing he could rely on to catch up was the Infinite Scripture and the foundational techniques of Blade, Sword, Spear, Halberd.
And... his unprecedentedly outstanding talent!
Hard work, this word, was even more his most crucial winning secret.
So, he truly didn't dare to slacken at all.
This day, Fang Che was practicing his cultivation when he sensed someone spying on him. Turning his head, he saw at the doorway of the side room, a delicate figure leaning against the door frame, slowly moving out.
Unspeakably fragile and pitiful.
Upon noticing Fang Che's gaze, she trembled like a frightened doe.
"She really is quite attractive, with a naturally dazed and adorable quality."
Fang Che observed her, pondering internally. It was undeniable that Ye Meng was distinctly beautiful and well-shaped, though somewhat frail.
But the most distinctive feature was her eyes.
Larger than those of ordinary women, her round eyes were exceedingly adorable. This made her appear much younger than her eighteen or nineteen years—her large eyes conveying an instant sense of unworldly naïveté as soon as they opened.
Fang Che remained silent, watching her coldly.
The woman shivered slightly, realizing that this new master was not easy to approach. Gaining courage, with a pale face she said, "Ye Meng is deeply grateful to the young master for saving her life."
Fang Che nodded slightly, setting down the long spear in his hand and said indifferently, "You now know your new name is Ye Meng?"
"Yes."
Her voice was soft, and her large eyes blinked innocently, somewhat dazed yet pitiful.
"I have purchased you, and from now on, you are my person, do you understand?"
"The servant understands."
"From today onward, abide by your duties, be diligent, avoid doing or thinking what you should not—do you comprehend?"
"The maid understands."
"Wash up thoroughly and recover quickly; this young master is short of attendants."
"Yes."
After thinking for a moment and confirming her identity, Fang Che took out a Tianmai red fruit, "This is for you to eat. Have it quickly, and from now on, you must not have a second heart."
Not have a second heart?
Ye Meng's heart sank: could this fruit be some kind of controlling mechanism of the Demon Sect? A poison?
Already at her lips, what should she do?
She hesitated internally but did not show it. She took it with her hand, "Thank you, young master."
"Eat it quickly."
Fang Che watched her with a cold gaze.
Ye Meng's heart sank even further.
He actually intended to watch her eat it.
Remembering her mission, Ye Meng took a deep breath, her expression turned resolute, "Yes."
And she put it directly into her mouth.
Seeing Ye Meng swallow the fruit, a smile flickered across Fang Che's inwardly as he observed her nearly transparent psychology, he couldn't help but praise silently: This girl is quite something.
He turned his head, paid her no more attention, and concentrated on his cultivation.
He was sure that Ye Meng was a spy sent by the Guardian to infiltrate and report on his movements.
Yet in Fang Che's heart, she was one of his own.
Despite the fact that they all viewed him as a disciple of a demon, an heir to an evil sect, a terrorist,
Indeed, she was truly one of his own, united in spirit.
So, Fang Che did not hesitate to benefit her.
Stepping back, if this girl wasn't a person sent by the Guardian, she would still be Fang Che's person in the future, cultivating a capable assistant, which was also a necessity for Fang Che.
So from his perspective, regardless of which side this girl was on, as long as she was not from the Yixin Sect, she would fully reap this benefit.
The Tianmai red fruits were limited to nine.
Fang Che had consumed three, Fang Qianyi three, Ye Meng one, and two were set aside, not intended for anyone else; Fang Che planned to give those to Fang Qingyun.
His own cousin.
Fang Qingyun.
A straightforward fellow.
The Fang Family genuinely treated him and his mother well, truly as family members; this was something Fang Che could feel distinctly.
Thus, he would naturally not be stingy with his Big Cousin.
Fortunately, the Tianmai red fruits were Heavenly Treasures, and since he had harvested them himself, the fruits' tightly sealed peels would last a bit longer.
But currently, the situation necessitated his Big Cousin's prompt return, as Fang Che had no means of sending them to the Martial Arts Academy himself, not to mention this secret was inexplicable.
Hopefully, he would return soon… otherwise, it would be a pity for the potency to diminish.
…
Upon consuming the Tianmai red fruit, although she did not know what it was, Ye Meng could feel that since she had swallowed the fruit, the fictitious injuries she had been maintaining within her organs were healing at a visible rate.
In just a moment, she had fully recovered!
Moreover, her body was undergoing subtle changes.
It was… an improvement in innate talent, impurities continuously expelled!
The internal injuries that had persisted due to years of practicing martial arts and combat also completely vanished.
Her entire being was, essentially, reborn.
She couldn't help but be greatly astonished.
It wasn't poison!
Instead, it was such an extraordinary treasure!
Her true foundation and cultivation level was not the frail young girl she appeared to be but rather a Martial Arts Innate Grandmaster nearing the peak,
Just one step away from becoming a Martial General!
In this Bibo City, she was undoubtedly a top expert.
Only because of her innate physique and the refining methodology she practiced, her ability to conceal was strong, particularly her cultivation method, reputed to be the best at hiding one's cultivation level.
Even Emperor Level powerhouses, without her acting, wouldn't have the slightest clue about her true state.
Never had she expected, upon accepting this mission to come to Bibo City, to be nearly exposed by a single fruit.
Shocked, she immediately returned to her room.
The impurities being secreted from her body were already starting to emit an odor.
She hastily removed her clothes, fetched hot water, and began to bathe.
The more she washed, the more astonished she felt.
As a martial artist, she was naturally well-aware of the process of cleansing the marrow.
If she wasn't mistaken, this could be the legendary Tianmai red fruit, the Bone Marrow Cutting Heavenly Fruit, or the Xian Ling Red Fruit!
And Fang Che actually gave her such a precious thing?
This didn't make sense.
And now… her breakthrough was imminent, what should she do?
For a moment, Ye Meng was utterly confused.
After washing, she dared not leave her room.
Because her inner essence was surging, fearing even a fart might disrupt the barrier and lead to a breakthrough.
Just then, she heard Fang Che's impatient voice at the door, "Why haven't you finished washing yet? So slow."
"Almost done…" Ye Meng's voice trembled.
This wasn't intentional trembling, but nervousness.
What to do, what to do? She was about to be exposed…