Fang Yuan [1]

Boom!

Somewhere within the phoenix soul pavilion, in one of the seclusion caves, it trembled as a muffled explosion echoed through the stone walls, dust scattered, a few pebbles tumbled from the ceilings and then silence.

A moment later, the massive stone door rumbled open.

Fang Yuan emerged, shirtless, smoke curling faintly from his shoulders.

He casually brushed dust off his arms, cracked his neck, and muttered with a tsk.

"Hah… So close. Damn it."

He stretched with a long groan, joints popping, muscles flexing with spiritual energy that hadn't quite settled.

A flick of his wrist summoned the translucent interface before his eyes.

[ACTIVE QUESTS:]

[Quest: Win the Championship in the Upcoming Coldwind City Tournament]

Reward: 100,000 SP

+ Divine-Grade Cultivation Manual.

He blinked once.

Only one left.

Because the other had already been claimed.