No one expected Fang Yuan to strike someone as soon as he arrived. The elites present all fell silent, as quiet as chickens, feeling their throats incredibly dry.
Mo Wuhen, who was considered the number one elite in their group, and a firm first place at that, was instantly defeated by Fang Yuan?
As the duo who had offended Fang Yuan, Lu Tianrang and Xiang Yang trembled all over.
One looked up at the sky, sighing about how blue it was, while the other looked down at the ground, marveling at its vastness, not daring to turn their necks even slightly.
They feared that in the next moment, Fang Yuan would flash to their faces with just a blink.
Even Lin Jing, who had always been calm, showed some surprise. After all, Fang Yuan had always repaid his grudges on the spot. Last time it was because Mo Wuhen provoked him, but what was the reason this time?
Could it just be that he was in a bad mood?
The members of the Chongwu Guards also had stiff expressions. Normally, in the case of student bullying, they would at least intervene and scold them.
But thinking about the glorious achievement of Fang Yuan slaying the Five-Stage Crocodile Demon... um... better pretend they didn't see it.
"Wait a minute, Fang Yuan, what do you mean by this?"
It was still Qin Da Ye, who had enough courage. He spoke up during the dead silence in the room.
He had no choice but to speak up. As the leader of the Chongwu Guards, his status was the highest here!
If a subordinate struck another subordinate in front of you and you, the highest authority, said nothing, it would be very embarrassing.
[Purging an evil thought in the heart of a genius, virtue points +20]
A prompt appeared in his mind, and Fang Yuan turned around to look at the bewildered Qin Hai, saying:
"Qin Da Ye, he insulted me in his heart, so I taught him a lesson. This shouldn't violate any rules, right?"
"You know he insulted you in his heart?" Qin Hai asked, surprised.
"Yeah, I have mind-reading skills," Fang Yuan nodded, his statement technically accurate. [Eye of Disaster] could indeed be considered a form of mind-reading.
As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw blue, green, and pink names everywhere. Among them, there was even an orange name, so if I don't strike you, who should I strike?!
Fang Yuan's current method for dealing with orange names was simple and brutal: hit first, see the result. If it turns blue, then all is settled. If it turns red, he would directly eliminate the person.
If it didn't change... well, he'd keep hitting until it did.
Still, the rule was that he would respond to others' attitudes with the same attitude.
Hearing Fang Yuan's words, everyone immediately stopped their thoughts, keeping their minds empty, and resolutely not thinking about anything related to Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan's explanation sounded very perfunctory, but it could very well be true, considering there were many bizarre martial arts talents in the world!
Qin Hai took a deep breath and helplessly said:
"Alright, this will be the last time. I'll emphasize again, when people from Jianghai Palace are on a mission, fighting each other is not allowed..."
Last time... so this time is an exception, right?
Besides, this wasn't even a mutual fight. Mo Wuhen didn't even strike back, the bias is too obvious...
Yan Nan sighed and walked over to Mo Wuhen. It seemed like he would have to help wake this kid up again.
He reached into his pocket, only to realize that the healing pills were gone—Fang Yuan had eaten all of them!
A few more days passed, and the group finally returned to the Jianghai Palace's Elite Camp.
Immediately, Shi Mo gathered the top fifteen elites and started tallying the points for this mission.
However, Mo Wuhen didn't show up, still in a coma. Fang Yuan's punch had been quite heavy.
"Mo Wuhen, 56 points"
"Lu Tianrang, 19 points"
...
"Lin Jing, 23 points"
"Bai Feng, 20 points"
Each person's points were announced, and because the mission was interrupted early, the scores were all low, some even only in single digits.
Mo Wuhen's score was so high because he had fought alongside the Chongwu Guards and briefly resisted the demon tide.
As for Fang Yuan, his score wasn't announced at all—after all, it couldn't be calculated.
He had killed probably hundreds of demons on the way, including a Five-Stage Crocodile Demon. How could that be calculated? It was impossible!
"Given that the mission ended too early, we will offer some compensation in the form of rewards."
Shi Mo added, and upon hearing this, the elites looked a bit more energized.
"Now, let's start choosing rewards. Fang Yuan, you can go first," Shi Mo looked at Fang Yuan.
Naturally, those who had contributed the most went first.
The students didn't object. Fang Yuan was powerful, and he deserved to choose first. They didn't dare complain.
"Alright!" Fang Yuan agreed immediately.
The two left the Elite Camp and arrived at the Treasure Pavilion, which was a key location in Jianghai Palace, guarded year-round by two Four-Stage martial artists.
Shi Mo took out a green token and used it to successfully enter the Treasure Pavilion.
Before Fang Yuan could get a clear view of the surroundings, Shi Mo continued:
"Keep going. The items outside are for other students. You deserve better!"
"Special treatment?"
Hearing this, Fang Yuan became intrigued and followed Shi Mo deeper into the pavilion, arriving at the innermost part—a pitch-black metal room.
"This is the core area of the Treasure Pavilion, where the top-tier items of Jianghai Palace are stored," Shi Mo said. "Originally, students from the Elite Camp are not qualified to access these items, but your achievements are so great that we'll make an exception."
As he spoke, he inserted the token into a slot on the door.
The next moment, the black door slowly opened.
"Go in. Lord Chongwu Hou has ordered that you can choose three items from here," Shi Mo said. "You have one incense stick's time to make your selections."
Fang Yuan stepped inside. The room wasn't large, and everything was clearly visible. There were all sorts of items scattered around, weapons, manuals, pills... it looked like a random jumble, almost like a flea market.
Among all these items, what caught Fang Yuan's attention most was a large sword.
The sword was broad and heavy, pitch black with a faint red glow.
Such a majestic, domineering sword was hard not to notice.
"It has a bit of the feel of the Xuan Iron Heavy Sword from The Divine Sculptor..." Fang Yuan evaluated, then shifted his gaze to another nearby item: a pill in a wooden box with a note below it:
"Creation Pill: Can increase your martial arts talent by one level."
"What?!"
Fang Yuan was stunned. Could it really directly upgrade his martial arts talent?!
How broken is that?!