Chapter 2 Divine Skill_2

A powerful electric current swept through, causing the reeds on the riverbank to catch fire.

Bang!

There was nowhere to dodge.

Bai Haichen's entire body was struck, releasing immediately the smell of charred flesh. His treasure clothes, capable of resisting swords, were torn apart by the intense electric current.

Splash!

He ran wildly, plunging into the roaring Dragon Abyss River.

"Life extinguished, fleeing is futile," Fang Qingxue took a step forward, her body incredibly suspended in mid-air, she walked over the river surface, the rolling waves flowed beneath her feet. She spotted where Bai Haichen had fallen into the water and grabbed with one hand.

A strong suction force emanated from her palm; the river water was actually drawn up to the sky, forming a large column of water. Bai Haichen's body was enveloped in the pillar of water.

"Jiao Fu Huangquan Scroll!" Fang Qingxue looked at Bai Haichen's body. With a flick of her finger, an ancient scroll painting and a palm-sized golden iron box were brought into motion by her mana.

Just as these two extraordinary treasures were about to fall into Fang Qingxue's hands, the situation suddenly changed. Coming into contact with the mana, the ancient scroll painting started to vibrate and with a swish! it opened.

This painting, the background was pitch black, mysterious and gloomy, it was reminiscent of the Nine Netherworlds. In it, a faint figure of a dormant flood dragon was barely discernable, half asleep, half awake.

This flood dragon opened its eyes, rolled up Bai Haichen, and dove into the river. In an instant, it disappeared.

"So, the Jiao Fu Huangquan Scroll cannot be tainted with mana. Once driven by my mana, it awakened some power! Indeed, it's an ancient treasure infused with immense mystery."

Fang Qingxue pondered, looking at the river, not a trace was left. A flood dragon diving into the water, traveling thousands of miles in an instant, how could she catch up?

"Qingxue, you actually cultivated to the Mystical Realm! After a hundred years, our Fang Family has finally produced a powerhouse who reached the Mystical Realm!" Fang Zeshan was extremely excited. Although Bai Haichen had escaped, his heart was still filled with ecstasy.

"Uncle Fang, send someone to spread the word and search the area. Search the entire Dragon Abyss Province, both upstream and downstream of the Dragon Abyss River. Bai Haichen has been struck by my Purple Lightning Yin Thunder Sword, his life force has been severed, he can't live for much longer. The Jiao Fu Huangquan Scroll just absorbed some of my mana, activating the great array contained within, it's not a big problem, once we find this Scroll, I want to present it to the Master of the Yuhua Immortal Sect."

Fang Qingxue said indifferently: "I'll go back first, to see my father."

As she spoke, this stunning woman who had cultivated to the Mystical Realm soared through the air, graceful like an immortal crane, disappearing from everyone's sight.

"Pass on the command, all the officials of each county and city, mobilize manpower, search the entire Province!" Fang Zeshan issued the command.

As the head of the Fang family, the governor of Dragon Abyss Province, and holding the highest power of military and civil affairs, his orders were swift and decisive, no one dared to resist.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

The dark night had passed, and it was already early morning. After finishing his work, Fang Han secretly hid in the reeds by the Dragon Abyss River on the outskirts of the city. According to the method of training he had learned secretly, he kept doing various actions, training his strength.

After being whipped by the Second Miss of the Fang family, Fang Qingwei, and then rewarded with silver, Fang Han intensified his training.

He tied several sandbags to his limbs, running, jumping, and rolling around, striving to develop a strong and full body. Especially his limbs and core.

As for the "Pine Crane Longevity Fist" that the core disciples of the Fang family practiced every morning, Fang Han remembered each move clearly in his mind. But he didn't practice it.

Because he knew that he must work to harden the strength of his limbs and core, increase his flexibility, only then can he effectively practice the techniques. Without strength, any technique would be useless.

Health cultivation, strength training, and technique. These three steps needed to be refined one by one.

Each punch thrown, sweat splashed, under the morning light amidst the reeds, it shimmered with dazzling brilliance.

Oh no!

Suddenly, as Fang Han was punching the rudimentary sandbag hundreds of times, he felt stars in his vision and his head buzzed, his strength was stretched to its limit.

Then, his legs gave out, and with a thump, he collapsed among the reeds on the beach.

"Still not enough. Although I have improved my lifestyle with the five taels of silver these days, I cannot compare to the core disciples of the Fang family; they eat bird's nest, deer antler, and ginseng daily. My five taels of silver can only occasionally get me a few meals with meat, it's impossible for me to undergo such intense daily training."

Lying on the beach, Fang Han sighed.

Although he had made some progress by secretly learning martial arts and training these days, it was far from comparable to the disciples of the Fang family. After all, the disparity in the base of their health cultivation was too great.

At this rate, he would never be able to train his physical body to the realm of Divine Strength.

"Born a servant, I can't get ahead by studying. There's no way to train martial arts properly. Am I doomed to be a servant for the rest of my life? Will there never be a day when I rise to the top?"

Fang Han murmured...

Splash, splash!

At that moment, in the reed bush by the river, the sound of water was heard. It sounded like a big fish had been stranded.

"What's going on?" Fang Han, enduring the soreness all over his body, got up and walked out. To his surprise, he saw a person floating in the whirlpool among the reeds in the middle of the river!