Two days later.
At the scene of the Heavenly Mandate Ceremony.
Fang Yang saw many familiar faces.
Zhu Ge Qing, Wang Ye, Xiao Xiao, Jia Zheng Liang, Little Fire God Hong Bin…
But he didn't see Zhang Chu Lan.
He didn't see Feng Bao Bao either.
Fang Yang didn't even know if Feng Bao Bao existed in this world.
He also saw Lu Jin.
Even without the Heavenly Mandate Scroll, Master Lu's strength was still formidable, a level-eight cultivator.
However.
Fang Yang himself was the object of attention for all the practitioners present.
Wherever he went, he was the center of attention!
Gazes filled with curiosity and investigation.
“Look, that’s Fang Yang!”
“He’s so handsome!”
“Yes, he’s even more handsome in person than in photos!”
“Ling Yu Zhenren, I love you!”
…
“The closed-door disciple of the Heavenly Master, tsk, what good luck!”
“I heard he's the disciple taught in the Heavenly Master's dream, although he hasn't been cultivating for long, his cultivation level is advancing by leaps and bounds, he's already a level-two cultivator!”
“Cut it out, I don’t believe it! Cultivating for only a month and already a level-two cultivator, how could there be such terrifying talent in the world?”
“This is information from the Hidden Dragon guy, it can’t be wrong!”
“Then I still don’t believe it, it must be Longhu Mountain creating a god!”
Twenty days ago, the Heavenly Master personally admitted that he had another direct disciple outside.
News of Fang Yang began to spread on a small scale.
The "Where-To-Find-Them" Company, the Four Great Families, and the Heaven's Will Society all sent people to collect information about Fang Yang.
But the intelligence wasn't satisfactory.
Because the Heavenly Master only said that he had such a closed-door disciple, he didn't say his name.
Finding Fang Yang was like finding a needle in a haystack!
Until two days ago.
Fang Yang appeared at the foot of Longhu Mountain.
All sixty-seven generations of Longhu Mountain disciples shouted in unison, "Greetings to Little Uncle," this scene was witnessed by thousands of people.
The news spread throughout the entire practitioner world in an instant!
Fang Yang’s name, appearance, and cultivation level quickly appeared on the practitioner forum.
After one night.
Fang Yang's popularity on the forum surpassed Zhu Ge Qing's.
He became the heartthrob of female practitioners!
Because Fang Yang is handsome and the closed-door disciple of the Heavenly Master.
At the same time, male practitioners are filled with hostility towards Fang Yang!
Also because Fang Yang is handsome and the closed-door disciple of the Heavenly Master.
…
Fang Yang had already experienced the process of the Heavenly Mandate Ceremony once before, so he was familiar with it.
He drew his lot, entered, and prepared for the competition.
His number was still A, Azure Dragon.
The competition field was packed, not only with practitioners, but also with martial artists, cultivators…
Fang Yang even saw several foreign magicians riding broomsticks.
“Please enter the competition field!”
As the referee for this round, Ji Yun Daozhang, shouted, the contestants from the A Azure Dragon group entered the competition field.
The other three were stunned when they saw Fang Yang enter the field.
“It’s Ling Yu Zhenren!”
“I heard he’s only been cultivating for a month?”
“Damn, a level-two cultivator in only a month, do you want everyone else to die!”
“Brothers, should we form an alliance and eliminate Ling Yu Zhenren first?”
“Will it work? This is his home turf!”
“Humph, even if he's super powerful, he's only a level-two cultivator, the same level as us, what are we afraid of!”
“Hehe, I’ve been annoyed by his handsome face for a long time, let’s do him in!”
“Then we’ve got it sorted, don't do anything sneaky later!”
“Yes, let’s see the real strength of Ling Yu Zhenren!”
Fang Yang walked slowly into the field.
He had wanted to wear a cloak.
After all, he was using Zhang Chu Lan's script!
But the Heavenly Master said it was too middle-school, so he wouldn't let him wear it.
“What was Zhang Chu Lan’s first line when he entered?”
“I remember it was, ‘Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, Grandpa…’”
“Alright, I can’t use that line.”
As Fang Yang entered the competition field, he quietly unfolded a qi-men formation, changing the weather at this moment.
The clear blue sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds.
As Fang Yang released his aura, for a moment, the sky above the competition field was filled with dark clouds.
The other three contestants were immediately stunned.
“What’s going on with the sky?!”
“As expected of the Heavenly Master’s closed-door disciple, such a powerful aura!”
“Crap, this guy’s tough!”
The three looked at Fang Yang with serious expressions.
“Ling Yu Zhenren, I heard that you've been cultivating for a month and are already a level-two cultivator, the three of us would like to see your strength!”
“Three against one, don’t blame us for bullying you!”
Fang Yang gave a cold laugh.
“Bully me?”
“You bunch, dare to see my strength?”
“Overconfident!”
“Relying on your weak strength to barely survive, I never thought that my first opponent, Zhang Ling Yu, would be the likes of you, you ants!”
The lines that belonged to Zhang Chu Lan stunned the three contestants opposite.
“We are ants?”
“That’s right, the ones worthy of me defeating are the leader of Heaven's Will Society, the Ten Elders, all the strong warriors in this world!”
Fang Yang pointed one finger towards the sky.
“The one I’m going to defeat, is this sky!”
In the sky, the dark clouds dispersed, and sunlight fell upon Fang Yang.
The protagonist's halo was shining!
The three contestants were stunned.
“Such an aura!”
“Such arrogance!”
“Our style is completely out of our league!”
“What do we do, attack? We don’t have to be stylish in a fight!”
“You go first?”
“No, you go first!”
One person persuaded the other two.
“You guys wait, he’s right, we are not here to win, but to confirm the difference between us and the strong.”
He stepped forward.
“Ling Yu Zhenren, thank you, you have awakened me, I'm not here to win, but to verify the gap between me and the strong.”
“So, I want to challenge you one-on-one?”
Fang Yang continued to sneer.
“One-on-one? Why?”
“Out of the three of you, who wants to challenge me, who wants to fight me to their heart’s content?”
“Let me know who deserves to be baptized by my Qi… Yang Five Thunders!”
Gosh, I almost followed Zhang Chu Lan's lines and said it smoothly.
Fortunately, the three contestants were already pumped up.
“It’s me!”
“It’s me!”
“It’s me!”
The three fought in a flurry.
In the end, the practitioner who used the Moving Bagua Palm won.
“Ling Yu Zhenren, I have earned the right to challenge you, come on!”
Fang Yang smiled slightly.
“Sit down, calm down the agitated qi in your body, adjust your qi to its optimal state.”
“In this state, I won't attack you.”
This practitioner actually obeyed and sat down with his legs crossed.
“Ling Yu Zhenren, thank you, it’s my honor to fight you!”
Seeing him actually begin to cultivate, Fang Yang looked at Ji Yun Daozhang.
“Referee, if I beat him up now, does that count as a foul?”
Ji Yun Daozhang was stunned.
“Little Uncle, don’t be ridiculous, okay? If you really do that, Longhu Mountain will lose all face!”
“Please, Little Uncle, just be normal!”
Well, this kind of thing really needs a "shameless" person to do it.
Fang Yang shook his head regretfully.
Zhang Chu Lan's script ends here!
Seeing that the opponent had recovered, Fang Yang smiled slightly.
“You use the Moving Bagua Palm, right? I saw you fight those other two guys earlier, I have some insights on the Moving Bagua Palm too.”
“Then let’s have a little fun with the Bagua Palm that I just learned!”