C11

At this moment, the atmosphere was tense and tense. Fang Xiaoru and Shu Shaoqing looked at each other in silence. At this moment, Fang Ling unexpectedly took a few steps forward and arrived beside Fang Xiaozi. His eyes were calm as he looked at Shu Shaoqing. Everyone looked at Fang Ling in astonishment. They could not believe that Fang Ling was not afraid in front of the two strongest people in the Nine-edged Palace! Most importantly, Fang Ling's actions could be said to be a silent decision.

At this moment, even a fool would know that the Fang family and the Great Ming Empire had irreconcilable conflicts. At this moment, all the large and small families within the Nine-sided Palaces were faced with a choice, either to choose the Fang family to fight against the Imperial Zhu family to the end! He could either choose to destroy the Fang Clan, which had passed down through generations. One was the master of the Great Ming Country, and the other seemed to be vulnerable. However, no one knew how many generations the clan had been in existence, or how powerful the Fang Clan was, relying on the Haoyun Mountains.

In such a situation, the Qian Family had already turned towards the royal family represented by Shu Shaoqing. The Qin family and the Tyrant Fist Dojo hadn't made a choice in the first place. Shu Shaoqing and Fang Xiaoru had been secretly trying to win each other over. However, the Qin family seemed to have completely fallen on the Fang family's side.

Under such circumstances, it was natural that he could not stay still. First, he would probe out the situation, and then there would be threats! Fang Ling naturally could see through all of this. Fang Ling did not expect this seemingly refined and refined young master Shu to be so insidious. He was an existence that would use any means possible to succeed. However, Fang Ling Yiran was not afraid. Even in his previous life, when he was besieged by a thousand of the Alliance's elites on a barren planet for a whole year, he was able to persevere. At this point, after a month of adapting, Fang Ling could not allow anyone to threaten the Fang family.

"En!" Shu Shaoqing was astonished. Another cold killing intent flashed in the depths of his eyes as he stared at Fang Ling and said, "Young man, you're not bad at all." It's a pity that you're too young and don't know how powerful the royal family is. This kind of decision might be an act of your own will, but the Fang family cannot afford it. I truly feel that it's a pity that a talented youth like you died so early, but since we each have our own masters, I have no choice but to do so. "

"Fang Xiaoru, perhaps the Fang Clan has some trump card up their sleeve. However, I must remind you that the Imperial Bloodline is not something that the Fang Clan can contend with. If they use an egg against a rock, the Fang Clan will be destroyed!" "You better take care of yourself." The young man raised his eyes and looked at Fang Xiaoru once again. He turned around and left the Qin family with a resentful expression on his face and a cold sneer on his face.

Fang Ling took a deep look at the gradually fading Little Qing. After connecting the information he had gotten in the past month together in his mind, Fang Ling finally understood who his enemy was. It was the Great Ming Country's royal family. This was beyond Fang Ling's expectations and it was the most reasonable explanation.

Only the Great Ming Kingdom's royal family dared to assassinate the young genius of the Fang family without a care in the world, so the Fang family had no choice but to endure. If it were not for the fact that Fang Xiaoru's seven sons were assassinated one after another by the royal family, the Fang family would be like a waning sun in the eyes of the crowd, a desolate scene to behold. This way, the imperial family's scheme would be successful. No one would be optimistic about such a clan, and when the time came, the Fang family would have to face the world alone. Even if they had any trump cards, they would not be able to withstand the attacks of the other clans.

However, it was obvious that the Fang family was not completely unprepared. From Fang Xiaoru's words and the actions of the Fang family, the Fang family also had some moves that were not known to the public. Furthermore, they were at the peak of the tenth level of martial arts. However, even if the Fang family was weak, Fang Ling would not run away. Since he acknowledged the family, his blood was flowing with the Fang family's, and he had to fight for the survival of the family!

The youth's blood was still hot, killing the enemy and protecting his home!

In the Fang family, Fang Xiaoru had something to discuss with Qin Yue. Fang Ling returned to the Fang family under the protection of sixteen Nine Killing Soldiers. He could not wait to head straight for the Fang family's library.

The Fang family's Book Collection Hall was established in the depths of the Fang family. It was said that there were Elders in the clan overseeing it. Along the way, the Fang family's people all greeted Fang Ling respectfully. Fang Ling could tell that everyone's respect was from the bottom of their hearts. It seemed that the news of him battling the Qin family's Martial Arts Practice Grounds had already spread.

Arriving at the Compendium Pavilion, there was a towering, ancient, four story pavilion surrounded by green shade. The front door was empty, only the old servant slowly swept the floor. The old servant's eyes were cloudy and his face was full of wrinkles. His large nose was very impressive.

"Master Guan, this is the Patriarch's Medallion." Fang Ling stretched his hand into his pocket and took out the token Fang Xiaoru had given him, as he said respectfully.

At this moment, Fang Ling's heart was in turmoil, because when Fang Ling subconsciously probed the other party, he could actually feel the existence of Spiritual Qi under Elder Guan's frail body! No wonder Fang Xiaoru had repeatedly told him to be respectful towards Elder Guan. This meant that Elder Guan was the one who truly guarded the library, and as for the clan elders who guarded the fourth floor, this saying had never been confirmed. Who knew if it was true or false?

"Oh, what a strong soul force! "He's purely strong, how could such a soul force appear in such a barren place?"

Fang Ling was shocked, but he did not know that Elder Guan was even more shocked. The moment Fang Ling's soul perception extended out, Elder Guan felt it. Although this spiritual energy was similar to a child playing with a large blade, it was still extremely powerful. A hint of golden light flashed across Elder Guan's eyes as he looked towards Fang Ling. His expression became even more excited, as if he had discovered something. However, in the next moment, Elder Guan seemed to have thought of something and restrained his expression. Hiding under his wrinkled skin, he reached out to check the token and gave it back to Fang Ling.

"Cough cough, it really is the Patriarch's Token. Other than the fourth floor, you can freely enter the first three floors."

It was as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. Old Guan's voice was hoarse, like the grinding of sand, as if he had just entered an ear-piercing situation. However, Fang Ling did not think too much about it.

The first floor of the Compendium Pavilion was filled with ordinary battle techniques and cultivation techniques. It could only be considered common and could only be practiced to the fifth floor or even the sixth floor. No wonder it was covered in dust and no one cared about it. Fang Ling casually picked up a martial skill book and flipped through it. He then shook his head and put it down. He walked up to the second floor and once again flipped through the pages. There were only some slightly higher tier cultivation techniques. Fang Ling directly went up to the third floor.

There were only ten bookshelves, and beside each bookshelf, there was a table and a chair. It seemed that it was for the convenience of reading, and each bookshelf had a huge luminous pearl embedded on the top of the bookshelf, causing the three-storey building to be extremely bright.

Fang Ling could not wait to start looking through them one by one. Very quickly, the next part of the Nine Killing Technique was found. Just when Fang Ling wanted to find a table to properly look through, an inconspicuous object attracted Fang Ling's attention.

Fang Ling's gaze shifted down to the corner of the bookshelf at the very edge where a small, dark cauldron lay quietly. This small cauldron was covered in mud and had a hint of rust on it. Fang Ling curiously walked over. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the small cauldron, carefully examining it before him.

"Hey!"

Fang Ling let out a surprised cry and flipped the small cauldron over. Looking into the cauldron, one could only see a few tiny words faintly discernible.

"The Dao gave birth to one, one gave birth to two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to all living things ?" Spirit essence is said to be the three treasures, so when I forge the three cauldrons, I nourish the spirit essence, and when I condense the three pellets, it is said to be the Essence essence pellet, the True essence pellet, and the Divine Origin pellet! He wanted to use this as a way to reach the peak, break the immortal path, and ascend to the top! "This cauldron is made of true essence, able to refine all living things to replenish itself. It contains a great array of true essence that cannot be refined. It is the world's number one cauldron."

"Cauldron, I didn't expect that this would be a miraculous cauldron. There's nothing I can't refine, turning into a miraculous medicinal pill." The person who created the Cauldron really could be described as a godly person. He actually thought of such a method to condense three Cauldrons and use them to cultivate essence, energy, and divine treasures. According to some legends in my past life, when one reached the pinnacle, they would be able to communicate with the energy of heaven and earth, and step into the Qi Refining realm. In the past, there are some legends that say that the 'God of Qi Refiners doesn't die', but these are just Qi Refining, and this person was actually thinking of using the three treasures of essence, energy, essence, true essence, and divine cauldrons to cultivate at the same time. Although he didn't know what realm the Divine Level was in, this person must be a supreme existence in the world. "I wonder if this kind of person has succeeded or not, but for this True Essence Cauldron to appear here, I think that it must have failed."

Fang Ling's thoughts churned. He sighed, he thought, and he was overjoyed. He did not expect that he would be able to obtain such a treasure under such circumstances. Following the method in Giant's memories, he immediately took out a drop of blood and dripped it onto the small cauldron. With a flash of light, Fang Ling felt a trace of connection with the small cauldron.

"As expected! "This little cauldron is incredibly damaged."

On the surface, the small cauldron looked intact, but in Fang Ling's perception, cracks had spread throughout the small cauldron's body. More importantly, the True Essence Array was only left with a small array of less than one-hundredth of its true essence, faintly flickering with spirit energy. The other parts of the cauldron were lifeless and unresponsive. Fang Ling tried probing again but to no avail. He could only put it away and wait for later.

"This Zhen Yuan Cauldron can be considered as a pleasant surprise, but the most important thing right now is to break through. I originally planned to slowly build up my foundation so that I can break through more easily." However, the situation in front of him seems to be brewing with danger. Only by breaking through to the 7th level of the Martial Way as soon as possible can he have a sliver of the ability to protect himself. "

Fang Ling felt that something big was going to happen from the series of events today, as well as the confrontation between Shu Shaoqing and Fang Xiaoru. Although today he did not shed off all decorum, but it had already reached a critical moment, and a sense of crisis enveloped Fang Ling's heart.