Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 814 Looking for me? I've reached the Nascent Soul stage (Third update, please vote)
In the woods, Fang Yu rubbed his warm belly, looked back at the direction of the Hidden Moon Sect that had disappeared from sight, and sighed.

"Is this what Sun Wukong ate back then? He ate it by the handful, just like eating fried peanuts? No wonder he was so strong."

Upon hearing this, Laozi was so angry he almost rolled his eyes. He stopped speaking in classical Chinese and immediately gritted his teeth, saying, "You brat! I had completely forgotten about you!"

"Hehe~ Lao Jun, don't be angry yet. How am I supposed to achieve the Nascent Soul stage after I consume this Golden Elixir?"

Lao Jun snorted coldly and ignored Fang Yu, implying that he should handle things himself.

The commotion in front of Yellow Maple Valley has returned.

The overwhelming pressure from Linghu Laozu's Nascent Soul cultivation came abruptly and left just as quickly.

Like a tsunami suddenly receding, leaving behind only a mess and a group of drenched, terrified people.

The cultivators from the six major sects seemed to have been pulled from the brink of drowning. They clutched their throats, coughing and panting greedily and pathetically. Their faces changed from deathly pale to flushed with relief, and those whose crotches were soaked were even more ashamed.

After a brief silence came an even more turbulent uproar, fueled by anger and rage.

"The oppressive aura... has dissipated?"

"Ha! They must know they're in the wrong! Huangfeng Valley is harboring the murderer and seizing the opportunity. Even their own ancestor couldn't stand it anymore and didn't dare to stand up for themselves!"

Once the fear subsides, the greed and anger that were briefly suppressed are revealed even more ferociously.

"Old man Zhong! Even your Yellow Maple Valley's patriarch has cowered! Why don't you quickly open the great formation, hand over that scoundrel Fang Yu, and give the disciples of my six major sects justice, and restore a bright and clear world to the cultivation world of Yue Kingdom!"

An elder from the Hidden Moon Sect stepped forward, his voice carrying spiritual power, striking the protective array of Yellow Maple Valley like a heavy hammer, creating ripples.

"Hand over Fang Yu!"

"eye for eye!"

"Yellow Maple Valley, do not make your own mistake!"

The roar converged once more, even more turbulent than before, carrying a furious rage at being fooled and a self-assured confidence that it had seen through the truth.

In their view, the disappearance of the oppressive aura was a sign of Linghu Patriarch's retreat and irrefutable proof that Huangfeng Valley was in the wrong!
We're definitely taking advantage of this today!
Deep within Huangfeng Valley, in a secluded, spiritually rich area of ​​the back mountain, lies an ancient stone chamber.

Linghu Laozu leaned back on the jade couch, his signature sharp gaze, which seemed to pierce through people's hearts, was now fixed on the young man sitting cross-legged opposite him.

To be precise, it was nailed to the young man's empty left sleeve, and to the dantian, which, even through the tattered blue shirt, still radiated a warm, powerful light, as if it were nurturing a small sun!
The young man was Fang Yu.

"You—" Linghu Patriarch's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a dry voice, filled with disbelief and horror, "Your foundation... this light, this energy... peak Core Formation stage? No! That's not right! This is clearly the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator about to form?! And it's only been a few days?! What kind of incredible luck have you stumbled upon, you brat?! This is unheard of!"

Fang Yu grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth. The golden light in his belly seemed to brighten with his smile: "Hehe, Ancestor, you have sharp eyes! How about it, you didn't misjudge me, did you? Going out for a stroll and casually adding another Nascent Soul cultivator to our Yellow Maple Valley, this deal is a sure win, a great thing indeed!"

"Good news?!"

Linghu Patriarch sat bolt upright, his hair and beard bristling like a raging old lion. His voice suddenly rose, filled with a furious disappointment, "Fang boy! You're good at everything, except you think too simply of people! What do you think a Nascent Soul cultivator is? A cabbage on the roadside?! Do you know how crazy and ruthless some old monsters, especially those nearing the end of their lifespan, are when they want a sliver of hope to seize a young body with boundless potential?!"

He pointed at Fang Yu's glowing belly, his fingers trembling: "You! A mere 'Qi Refining' cultivator! You have a nearly formed Nascent Soul Dao Embryo in your dantian! And you dare to swagger back to Yellow Maple Valley? Do you think those bloodthirsty wolves outside are just for show?! Believe me, if you go out and show your face now, they'll devour you alive on the spot, chew you up and swallow you whole! Skinning and pulling out tendons will be the least of your worries; soul-searching and refining will be your ultimate fate!"

Fang Yu's smile faded slightly, but his eyes still showed no fear, instead carrying a strange sense of lingering satisfaction. He touched his nose and said, "Ancestor, please calm down. Human nature is complex, I understand, but..."

He paused, then a strange smile appeared on his lips. "These past two days, I've actually met a rather unusual 'silly fool.' He watched me refine the Golden Elixir and then watched me swallow it whole. Not only did he not get jealous or make a move, but he also insisted on holding me back, saying that the medicine was too potent and he was afraid I would explode. He insisted on protecting me and channeling his energy to calm me down! Don't you think there are good people in this world?"

Linghu Patriarch nearly choked on his breath, spitting out angrily: "Bullshit! I've lived for almost a thousand years, and I've never heard of a Core Formation cultivator who isn't envious of others' heaven-defying opportunities, but instead tries to take advantage of them. You're either dreaming, or you've been sold out and are counting the money for them!"

The patriarch forcibly suppressed his urge to complain, pointed at Fang Yu's glowing dantian, and his tone turned solemn:
"The opportunity has entered your belly, but you've also shouldered a tremendous calamity! Now, calm your mind! Listen carefully! The path of the Nascent Soul is about stealing Yin and Yang and seizing creation! Your foundation is exceptionally violent, and ordinary methods of forming the Nascent Soul are useless to you; they might even backfire! I will pass on to you the mental technique of 'Sumeru Mustard Seed Guidance,' which will guide the raging power of the Nascent Soul into it, first transforming it into form, then focusing your mind! It's like, well, like carving a channel to release the floodwaters from an erupting volcano! Watch closely!"

Linghu Laozu's withered fingers traced patterns in the air, their tips shimmering with spiritual light as they outlined profound and intricate rune trajectories. Each turn contained the profound principles of spatial compression and the guidance of power.

Fang Yu's eyes instantly focused, and his relaxed expression vanished.

A thought flashed through his mind.
hum!
At the severed point on his left shoulder, a dazzling white light suddenly erupted, and a pure white chakra skeleton, as solid as a tangible substance, instantly took shape.

He mimicked the movements of Linghu Laozu with both hands, his fingertips glowing faintly as he clumsily but earnestly sketched in the air.

"Old man Zhong! If you don't hand over the man today, I'll raze your Yellow Maple Valley gates to the ground!"

"Hand over Fang Yu! Blood must be paid for!"

"Give us an explanation! Give us an explanation!!" The shouts were like a tangible tide, one wave higher than the next, crashing against the crumbling dam of reason.

Greed and killing intent intertwined on the faces of the cultivators from the six major sects. The sense of "justice" brought about by their large numbers made them almost break through the thin layer of light.

at this time--

hum!
An indescribable pressure, without warning, crashed down like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens!
The clamor abruptly ceased, like a duck being choked.

The cultivator who was waving his magic weapon and spitting as he spoke just a second ago suddenly froze and shattered his expression, leaving only a deep-seated fear instinctively crawling up every inch of his skin.

Nascent Soul Intimidation!

Those with weaker cultivation levels had their knees buckle and collapsed to their knees with a series of thuds.

The Core Formation elders could barely stand, but their faces were ashen, the sharp light in their pupils replaced by fear, and their Dao hearts trembled under the invisible hammer.

"Humph!"

From the direction of the Hidden Moon Sect, the woman in the Moon Palace suddenly took a step forward!
"Elder Linghu, do you really intend to meddle in the trivial matters between the younger generation?!"

But the response to Ni Chang was a young man's shout.

"What do you mean by 'Ancestor'? I'm only twenty!"

A figure, accompanied by an increasingly powerful and approaching terrifying pressure and dazzling golden light that seemed to melt the entire Yellow Maple Valley gate, was flying over at a speed that appeared slow but was actually a thousand miles in an instant!

All eyes were drawn to the figure of the golden light source as if by an invisible magnet!
close!

Closer!
The figure's outline became increasingly clear.

hum! ! !
When that figure hovered in the air directly in front of the Yellow Maple Valley gate, less than a hundred feet above the ground, the immense and terrifying pressure, far exceeding that of an ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, accompanied by dazzling golden light like a small sun, suddenly exploded to its peak!
A powerful storm of spiritual pressure swept down, making those with weaker cultivation levels almost unable to stand!
The light dimmed slightly, revealing the figure at the center of the golden glow.

He wore a worn-out, blue servant's uniform, covered in mud, ash, and even faintly smelling of burnt grass.

A strange arm emitting white light.

A young face, slightly dusty yet exuding a cynical air, now gleaming brightly in the golden light.

Fang. Fang Yu?!
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

All the cultivators from the six major sects, from the Core Formation elders to the Qi Refining disciples, had expressions that were uniformly cracked.

The fairy in the rainbow dress was still frozen in place, her straight back swaying slightly the moment she saw that face. It was as if she had been hit hard by an invisible hammer. In her beautiful eyes, raging anger and shocking disbelief intertwined and collided like ice and fire!
The old Taoist priest of Qingxu Sect froze in mid-air as he twirled his beard, his cloudy old eyes wide open, completely unaware that he had broken off several precious strands of his beard.

The burly man from Tianque Fortress's face froze completely, his mouth half-open, big enough to fit a duck egg.

Elder Huadaowu's hand holding the magic weapon trembled slightly.

Countless gazes, like searchlights, focused on the "culprit" in the air, radiating golden light and exuding terrifying pressure at the Nascent Soul level.

Qi Refining Stage?
Being chased by a Nascent Soul monster?

Certainty of death?

All knowledge, all predictions, and all the excuses of the younger generation's blood debts were instantly crushed by the blinding golden light and overwhelming pressure in the face of the barbaric, unreasonable, and utterly absurd reality before them!

Fang Yu hovered in mid-air, seemingly oblivious to the hundreds of colorful and hilarious faces below him.

He touched his belly, which still radiated a warm, powerful golden light through his tattered blue robe, feeling the force of the nascent soul within it that was almost tearing his meridians apart. Finally, his gaze swept over the deathly silent crowd below, as if they had been collectively petrified.

He grinned, revealing a smile that appeared particularly simple, unpretentious, and even somewhat naive under the golden light.

Who just said that?

"We need to see him alive or dead, or at least his body."

Fang Yu put away his smile and used the pressure of his Nascent Soul stage cultivation to intimidate the entire audience!

"Are you mute?!"

(End of this chapter)