He progressed from the beginner level of martial arts master to the intermediate level, and then to the advanced level, like a carp leaping over the dragon gate.

He began to awaken his memories of his past life as the Sword Emperor the night before last, and it has only been less than two days since then.

However, his cultivation in these two days is equivalent to the diligent cultivation of an average person for ten years.

This was only because his physical body was not strong enough, and he deliberately suppressed his cultivation. Otherwise, he could have directly stepped into the Martial Grandmaster realm and taken an even more amazing step on the path of cultivation.

"This Yin-Yang Mountain is truly a sacred place for cultivation tailor-made for me."

Fang Han was filled with emotion as he slowly rose from the cold stone.

He originally came to Yin Yang Mountain to entrust his younger sister, Fang Yingxue, to Tantai Qiuyue, but he never expected to have such an unexpected gain.

He will definitely come here to cultivate often in the future. Although the spiritual energy of the Qiankun Continent is abundant, cultivation in other places will definitely not be as fast as here!

He took out some dry food, ate a little, then poured out some old wine from his wine flask and drank it down.

The spicy liquor flowed down my throat, instantly dispelling the slight chill of the morning.

After eating and drinking his fill, he began to stretch his muscles and bones, preparing to practice his boxing.

"call!"

As Fang Han suddenly stepped forward and threw a punch, a deafening explosion resounded.

A faint golden light shimmered on his fist, exuding an aura of overwhelming power.

After practicing his fist techniques, Fang Han's mind stirred, and a cold light flashed, and the Xuan Tie Sword appeared in his hand like a snake emerging from its hole.

In an instant, his figure transformed into a phantom, and the sword in his hand thrust out dozens of times with the fluidity of flowing water.

The sword's momentum was like a surging tide, wave after wave, one after another, endlessly surging forward.

This is the Creation Sword Technique, created by Fang Han by fusing countless top-tier sword techniques, refining it through countless trials and tribulations, and expending immense effort.

However, with his current cultivation level, he can only unleash a few dozen moves.

With his current strength, he can only control his sword with his true essence, making it difficult for him to unleash truly devastating killing moves.

"My physical body is still too weak, and my true essence is not strong enough. It seems that I need to continue refining the essence blood of the Ironclad Water Ape and cultivating the Savage Body Refining Technique in order to improve my strength to a higher level."

Not long after, Fang Han sheathed his sword, stood up, frowned slightly, and muttered to himself.

...

Fang Han seemed tireless, continuing his cultivation in the cave without taking a moment's rest.

When the gentle morning light once again spilled into the cave like golden threads, the Ironclad Water Ape had already consumed two-thirds of its essence and blood.

Although he deliberately suppressed his cultivation level, keeping it at the level of a high-level martial artist, he had already begun to grasp the basics of the Savage Body Refining Technique and could be considered to have entered the realm of martial arts.

Although it's only the beginning, the wonders of this technique are already evident.

Even for a master of the Martial Grandmaster level, it would be extremely difficult to injure him if he did not have a spiritual weapon or a divine artifact.

At this moment, his physical strength, tempered by his essence and blood, had reached an astonishing level.

"With my current strength, even without using any martial arts techniques, I am more than capable of dealing with experts at the Foundation Establishment stage. In Yanming City, anyone who wants to bully my Fang family will have to ask my sword first."

A confident glint flashed in Fang Han's eyes as he pondered to himself.

At this moment, his concern for his family welled up in his heart. He knew that his parents, Tang Zhendong and Tang Yumei, were under tremendous pressure, and he did not want this situation to continue for too long.

Every extra moment of waiting is torture for his parents; he has to go back to protect his family.

He knew that the Su family would soon make a move against the Fang family, the Zhao family would soon learn of Zhao Jian's death, and even someone from the Fang family might rebel at this crucial moment. He had to go back as soon as possible.

Just as Fang Han was about to set off, a series of faint footsteps suddenly came from outside the cave;

The sound seemed particularly abrupt outside the silent cave, like a pebble breaking the surface of a calm lake, instantly alerting him.

"Could it be Hu Mei, the sorceress from the Joyful Union Sect? Sure enough, this kind of woman is not to be trusted!"

Fang Han's mind stirred, and in a flash, he arrived outside the cave.

The heavy rain stopped yesterday, and today the sky is as blue and clear as if it has been washed clean.

The red sun slowly rose from the east, its golden rays like ten thousand sharp arrows, showering the earth.

Bathed in the brilliant sunlight, the mountainside appears as if draped in a magnificent golden veil, a scene of dreamlike beauty.

However, the dozens of peaks of Yin-Yang Mountain remained shrouded in thick fog, as if sealed by a mysterious force.

The fog, like thick cotton wool, swirled and swirled, concealing the true face of the mountain peaks in this vast white expanse, mysterious and eerie.

Fang Han's guess was absolutely correct; the person who arrived was indeed Hu Mei.

However, Hu Mei did not come alone this time; a young woman was standing next to her.

The young woman appeared to be in her early thirties, with a captivating beauty, like a poppy blooming in the dark night, exuding a deadly allure.

She wore a tight-fitting, purplish-red dress, the fabric of which seemed to have a life of its own, like flowing flames leaping and dancing in the morning sunlight.

The long dress perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure, showcasing her feminine grace and allure.

Although Fang Han was still more than ten feet away from the young woman, he could faintly smell a subtle fragrance.

The fragrance was faint and elusive, like a lover's whisper, gently lingering around his nose and stirring his heartstrings, yet carrying an indescribable sense of danger.

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