Chapter 13: Soaring Proficiency

  "Damn, it's really too tempting, it's simply criminal. Fang Yan looked at the alluring and unconventional bondage art, moistening his somewhat dry lips. He wasn't that kind of person who would jump on a woman at first sight. After cursing in his heart, he continued to say: "Although it's very tempting, I'm almost suffocating, but still, I have no interest in used shoes."

  "Hmph, you cowardly scum, how dare you call yourself a man? You don't even dare to touch what's delivered right to your doorstep." As Fang Yan's rising anger gradually dissipated, his eyes, which had been shining like stars, regained their brightness. Wang Yan couldn't help but let out a cold snort.

  "You've talked too much nonsense, you'd better think about whether Wang Yanran and those women will send someone to rescue you. If they don't fall for it, then you can only blame your own bad luck." Fang Yan sneered, turning around to untie the ropes behind him.

  Fang Yan seemed to be holding a small chick, picked up Wang Yan, without any tenderness or care, and jumped off, disappearing among the treetops.

  Fang Yan couldn't just wait here forever. There were many treasures left behind by predecessors in this Sword Grave space, and if he didn't explore it thoroughly, it would be a waste of the three years it took for the Sword Grave trial to open again.

  It was raised by Fang Yan, Wang Yan struggled for a moment and then gave up, staring at Fang Yan's evil and handsome face, thinking of the previous scene, Wang Yan had some lingering fear in her heart, before that she was really too bold, if Fang Yan couldn't hold himself back and broke her chastity that she had kept for over 20 years, it would be...

  However, what made Wang Yan most astonished was that, with her charm and the extremely flirtatious movements she had just made, Fang Yan this guy actually remained unmoved. She even began to suspect whether he was a man or not, facing beauty yet being so calm and collected.

  Fang Yan held Wang Yan in one hand, as if holding air, his movements unaffected. A moment later, Fang Yan stopped and stood on the treetop, with the occasional howling of demonic beasts coming from beside his ears.

  Now, Fang Yan has obtained many spoils of war from Wang Yonggao and others, including a large number of first- and second-grade spiritual herbs, as well as two third-grade spiritual herbs. With the help of the Xianjie system's reverse heavenly equivalent exchange subsystem, Fang Yan exchanged all of them for cultivation points, leaving only the two third-grade spiritual herbs in reserve.

  The amount of experience points for cultivation is no longer a worry, but the proficiency of Shuiying Sword still needs to be strengthened. Practicing every day only increases the proficiency by 50 or 60 points, which is just a drop in the bucket. I don't know when I'll be able to reach the level of a top master.

  Fang Yan discovered that during his battles, the proficiency of this Water Shadow was rising extremely fast, twice as much as his usual cultivation. He knew that the world's boundary comprehension and legendary epiphany also had a certain effect on his proficiency.

  During the Qi Refining stage, he had a six-level difference in combat power with those at the eighth or even ninth level of the Qi Refining stage, such as Wang Yanran. Fang Yan was still somewhat weaker; if possible, his cultivation would have to reach the seventh level of the late Qi Refining stage before he could engage them head-on. For now, what he needed to do was use his accumulated merit points to cultivate and enhance his abilities, while undermining the power of the Wang and Gao families.

  Battle is one of the best ways to improve your strength.

  Fang Yan ignored Wang Yan's murderous gaze, binding her to a sturdy tree trunk with a low head, smelling the faint body fragrance emanating from her, and whispering in a low voice: "The surrounding demonic beasts are equivalent to three-stage initial demonic beasts of the Qi Refining period seventh level. If you want to die, just scream for help!"

  Wang Yan heard the words and immediately stopped arguing, feeling the howling sounds around her, she knew that Fang Yan's words were not false. They had already entered the depths of the Sword Grave space, where there were all kinds of fierce beasts everywhere, thinking about her own life, she could only wisely shut up.

  Fang Yan held his sword, his figure like an arrow off the string, shooting out in a flash of lightning, and instantly disappearing from Wang Yan's line of sight.

  As Fang Yan left, a complex expression flashed in Wang Yan's beautiful eyes. At this moment, Wang Yan's thoughts also underwent some subtle changes, and Fang Yan probably had the strength of six layers of Qi Refining. Thinking of this, Wang Yan couldn't help but sneer repeatedly, although she didn't know what strange encounter Fang Yan had in this Sword Grave space, his cultivation broke through three layers in a row. The actions before her eyes were enough to explain that the violently rising strength had made him overly confident, even to the point of arrogance, and he actually dared to challenge a third-level demon beast equivalent to seven layers of Qi Refining alone, which was simply seeking death.

  "Roar!"

  The howls of the demonic beasts around them grew louder, and Wang Yan even imagined the scene of Fang Yan being torn to pieces by the demonic beasts. Her eyes regained their usual luster, and a hint of pleasure flashed in her beautiful eyes. It's best if this kind of trash dies.

  As time went by, Fang Yan still hadn't returned, and the beast's roar grew weaker. Wang Yan felt that the possibility of Fang Yan dying at the hands of the demon beast was growing greater, and the smile at the corner of her mouth was also becoming more apparent, only lacking a loud laugh to confirm that Fang Yan, this good-for-nothing, had finally died.

  An hour later, a steady and powerful footsteps gradually sounded in the distance.

  Upon hearing the footsteps, Wang Yan's heart sank, and she looked up to see her gaze frozen in shock, staring incredulously at the appearing Fang Yan.

  "You're not dead?" Wang Yan muttered to herself, a pungent smell of blood rushing towards her face. She had forgotten the pain from the vines that had left bruises on her bare hands, her face filled with shock.

  Fang Yan slowly walked out of the forest, looking at Wang Yan's astonished face, shrugged and smiled lightly: "Disappointed you, I'm not dead yet! But it was you who missed the best opportunity to escape."

  He didn't want to come back originally, Fang Yan was in a fierce battle with the demon beast, and his progress with the Water Shadow Sword could be described as rapid. The best way to hone one's skills is through actual combat. This hour-long battle with the demon beast was equivalent to two days of normal training for him. In just an hour, his proficiency with the Water Shadow Sword had increased by 100 points. He had already mastered the basics of this sword technique and could now unleash some of its true power.

  Because he was worried that Wang Yan's death would ruin his plan, so he came back to take a look. Unexpectedly, this woman actually dared to try and escape, the rope was almost worn through by her. If he had come back any later, it's possible that Wang Yan would have successfully escaped.

  Wang Yan disobeyed and tried to escape, Fang Yan's face turned cold, ready to teach her a lesson. However, just at this moment, a sudden change occurred. Fang Yan didn't know how many monsters he had killed, the strong smell of blood on his body attracted nearby monsters. A huge black shadow was rushing towards Wang Yan.

  "Abominable beast, seeking death!" A massive black shadow pounced over, and Fang Yan let out a loud roar, unleashing the Mountain-Crushing Fist. A gigantic fist shadow hurtled towards the black shadow.

  "Bang." With a loud crash, the huge black shadow flew out. Fang Yan rushed forward, swung his sword and stabbed, bringing up a splash of water, only to hear "Whoosh!" A hot stream of blood splattered all over the ground, a black shadow heavily smashed onto the ground, less than two meters away from Wang Yan, kicking up dust everywhere.

  As the dust settled, Wang Yan's eyes slightly opened, and when her gaze fell on the true face of the huge black shadow, she couldn't help but exclaim: "A three-stage long-haired striped tiger."

  Long-haired striped tiger, three-stage initial demon beast, awakened the ancient tiger ancestor's bloodline, two zhang long, resembling a fierce tiger, with two sharp fangs growing at the corners of its mouth, the fangs exuding a metallic luster, showing extreme sharpness, most particularly its long hair, like steel casting, permeating black and white stripes.

  Once, Wang Yan was chased by a three-stage long-haired tiger with spots and fled in disarray, separated from Wang Yanran, then met Gao Jie and others, and finally fell into Fang Yan's hands.