My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The eastern market of Chang'an was bustling with activity.

Sunlight pierced through the bustling street scene, but it couldn't dispel the eerie feeling that had suddenly frozen in the air.

Outside the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

Fang Yi'ai stood quietly like an iron tower.

His emotionless eyes were fixed on the monk Bianji, who was standing in the shadow of the eaves on the street corner.

Just a moment ago.

Fang Yi'ai's beastly instincts, honed through grueling training amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, sent him a frantic warning.

A cold, sticky, and nauseating force was trying to get past him and into the Moon-Viewing Pavilion on the second floor.

Their gazes collided violently in mid-air!

The wicked smile on the face of the monk Bianji, who was under the eaves, froze instantly.

"The life force of mortals..."

For the first time ever, a look of horror flashed across Bianji's peach blossom eyes.

In his line of sight.

The Fang Yi'ai before my eyes is no ordinary person.

It's a human-shaped volcano that's burning fiercely!

That pure, powerful, and vigorous yang energy of the body cultivator, like tangible smoke, soared straight into the sky.

He is born to be the nemesis of all evil spirits and dark techniques!

"Click."

The lotus mudra that Bianji had secretly formed in his hand actually developed a crack under the impact of this terrifying evil energy.

The pink wave of desire that was about to entwine around Princess Gaoyang vanished instantly, like snowflakes meeting the blazing sun!

"puff!"

Bianji felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a trickle of golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Suffering from the backlash of the technique, he severed his connection with that aura without hesitation.

"What terrifying physical strength!"

Bianji lowered his head and, using the shadows as cover, quickly disappeared from sight.

A storm raged within him.

"How could even a random, uncouth warrior passing through the Tang Dynasty possess such power to break the law? This Chang'an city is practically fraught with danger at every turn!"

He dared not linger, crushed a concealment talisman, and slipped into the intricate alleyways like a stray dog.

He must look for new opportunities.

Outside the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

Fang Yi'ai frowned slightly as he looked in the direction the monk had disappeared.

"That strange bald monk."

He withdrew his gaze, patted off imaginary dust from his clothes, and strode towards the Physical Cultivation Academy.

To him, it was just like encountering a bug that wanted to bite him. Since the bug ran away, he couldn't be bothered to chase it.

however.

Fang Yi'ai was unaware of this.

His merciless "backhand slam on the table" has already caused a magnitude 10 earthquake in Chang'an!

In just half an hour.

Shocking! Princess Gaoyang of the Tang Dynasty caused a ruckus at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, only to be swiftly and decisively subdued by a mysterious brute!

The once timid scholar transforms into a muscle-bound thug; the son of the Prime Minister makes a powerful comeback!

These sensational headlines instantly dominated the headlines of Datang Lingwang.

The people of Chang'an, besides watching movies, love nothing more than gossiping about the royal family.

What's more, this is the first time that arrogant and domineering Princess Gaoyang has suffered such a huge humiliation in broad daylight!

Inside the Prince of Qin's residence.

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Li Chen was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea, looking at the headline news on his Lingjing phone, when he sprayed a mouthful of tea directly onto Li Chengqian's face.

"Big brother, what exactly did you do to that brat Fang Yi'ai?"

Li Chen stared wide-eyed at the Crown Prince beside him, who was shirtless and training his biceps with a giant black iron boulder.

"Wasn't he a timid, spineless coward before? How come he's become even more irritable than you? He even dares to rub that little firecracker Gao Yang against the table?"

Li Chengqian put down the boulder and wiped away his sweat with a smug look on his face.

"I only taught him one lesson."

Li Chengqian grinned, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth.

"When you can use your muscles to reason, never waste your breath on a woman."

"I took him to those rebellious hidden sects and fought our way up from the outer sect to the inner sect."

"This kid has guts. Right now, he's my most prized body cultivator disciple. Don't even mention Gao Yang, even if a Nascent Soul stage demon beast stood in front of him, he'd dare to go up and give it an over-the-shoulder throw!"

Li Chen was stunned.

Good heavens, they've transformed a refined scholar into a heartless, ultimate killing machine.

The style of this Tang Dynasty painting is getting more and more distorted.

the other side.

The princess's residence was in complete disarray.

"I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"

Princess Gaoyang, like an enraged lioness, smashed the precious Western Region porcelain and glass vases in the room to pieces.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and there were still several clear red finger marks on the back of her fair neck.

That was sculpted by Fang Yi'ai.

Whenever she closed her eyes, Fang Yi'ai's cold and ruthless face, as if he were looking at a dead object, would appear in her mind.

And that absolute power that is completely suppressed and impossible to resist.

humiliation!

No one has ever dared to treat her like this before!

"Fang Yi'ai! You coward! You muscle-bound brute!"

Princess Gaoyang whipped the rosewood bed in two.

She gritted her teeth, her phoenix eyes burning with a fierce flame of revenge.

"If I don't beat you to a pulp, I'm not a princess!"

the next day.

Zhuque Avenue was teeming with people.

Fang Yi'ai had just come out of the physical cultivation camp, holding a few meat buns in his hand, eating them expressionlessly.

Suddenly, pedestrians on the street ahead were violently dispersed.

Princess Gaoyang was dressed in a fiery red outfit and held a specially made crimson whip in her hand.

With a dozen or so fully armed Golden Core stage guards, they directly blocked Fang Yi'ai's path.

"Fang Yi'ai! Prepare to die!"

Princess Gaoyang didn't waste any words and shouted.

The long whip in his hand transformed into countless fiery shadows, accompanied by sonic booms that tore through the air, engulfing Fang Yi'ai in a devastating onslaught.

The surrounding people were so frightened that they retreated, but they couldn't help but stick their heads out to watch the spectacle.

"A fight has broken out! Princess Gaoyang has come seeking revenge!"

Faced with countless fire shadows.

Fang Yi'ai didn't even blink.

He calmly put the last bite of the meat bun into his mouth.

then.

He took a sudden step forward.

"boom!"

The bluestone slab underfoot instantly cracked into countless pieces.

Fang Yi'ai neither dodged nor flinched, but instead stretched out his large hand, which seemed to be cast from refined steel, and precisely probed into the shadow of the whip.

"Snapped!"

Sparks flew as he gripped the whip tightly in his hand once more.

"you!"

Princess Gaoyang was shocked and tried to pull back her whip.

But Fang Yi'ai suddenly pulled.

An irresistible, strange force came.

Princess Gaoyang was pulled off balance and flew towards Fang Yi'ai.

Fang Yi'ai remained expressionless and stepped aside.

He reached out his large hand and gently pushed her shoulder.

"Ouch!"

Princess Gaoyang spun halfway in mid-air before landing headfirst in a nearby hay bale stall.

Only two long legs clad in red cloud boots were visible, flailing about outside.