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Chapter 248 - 246 Yang Fu’s Outbound Assignment

Chapter 248: Chapter 246 Yang Fu’s Outbound Assignment

Feng Xun, after entering the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion, had never won against Li Yao in their magical duels, but he had never lost either due to the flexible traits of his Wind Spirit Root. In the end, they would often end up in a draw.

He was helpless against Li Yao’s mastery of the Water Technique, and Li Yao also struggled to find a flaw in his Wind Technique.

But he knew he actually couldn’t defeat Li Yao; it was just that employing some tricks prevented Li Yao from beating him.

At this moment, he had come back to watch the duel between Yang Fu and Li Yao.

The two stood on the platform of the Earth Spirit Pavilion.

Yang Fu, with only the Spiritual Power Wave of a Qi Refinement cultivator, was about to spar with Li Yao, who was at the third level of Foundation Establishment. It truly seemed somewhat exaggerated.

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“Brother Yang, then I will have to offend you.”

“Waterfall Sky Curtain!”

When it came to real combat, Li Yao was extremely confident in himself, the might of a Foundation Establishment cultivator erupting, and his mastery of the Water Technique at the peak of his Heavenly Spirit Root was ferociously powerful!

In his hands, he held two ice-blue hammers, magic artifacts, as the surrounding Water Spiritual Power gathered and condensed above his head into a waterfall.

This falling waterfall could submerge the platform.

Such were the magic spells of the Foundation Establishment Stage, with enormous power and a wide coverage area.

Yang Fu was not at Foundation Establishment, but by then, he had come to understand what it meant to be at that stage—it meant a cultivator who could mobilize the Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth.

“If there is no Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth to mobilize… then how much stronger is the Foundation Establishment compared to the Qi Refinement Stage?”

“Divine Skills: Six Elements Return to Unity.”

Yang Fu extended one hand, his fist gently clenched.

Boom!

The waterfall shattered into pieces, instantly dissolving!

Spiritual Power scattered like air from a deflated balloon, and the Spiritual Power that Li Yao was manipulating around him vanished in an instant.

“The Spiritual Power… it’s gone! The Spiritual Energy around us is gone!”

In the next moment, Yang Fu’s body shot forth like a cannonball.

A simple, unadorned kick, executed with a Divinity Realm body came with trailing afterimages!

Li Yao, shocked by the disappearance of his magic, could only use his magic artifact to defend in a hurry.

Bang!

A small bell appeared above his head, its golden ripples blocking Yang Fu’s kick, but Li Yao was still kicked and sent flying.

He spun a few circles before falling, his face filled with disbelief.

“Is this the Divine Skills you once spoke of, Brother Yang…?”

“Mr. Li has good insight, spotting it right away.”

“Divinity Realm… Martial Cultivators actually have such a miraculous realm. With such Divine Skills at your disposal, the Foundation Establishment magic I’ve cultivated over the years is mostly obsolete. How can we spar?”

Shi Hong couldn’t stand for it: “Is it really that mystifying? Let me try!”

Ah~

Shi Hong was sent flying by an elbow strike from Yang Fu.

The Divine Skill, Six Elements Return to Unity—if within a kilometer radius of Yang Fu, no one could utilize the Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth, a Foundation Establishment cultivator’s greatest reliance disappeared, and they absolutely couldn’t win in a head-on fight.

“If you want to counter Brother Yang’s Divine Skills… you either need to be incredibly powerful to suppress the skill or you need to attack with a sword from beyond a kilometer away.”

Li Yao quickly found a way to break through, but attacks from a kilometer away were too easy to dodge, making it hard to harm Yang Fu.

After several spars, Yang Fushuo simply said,

“Okay, okay, you can’t beat my brother… just give up. This guy is a freak, I’m used to it.”

Li Yao nodded his head: “Indeed a freak.”

After secretly watching the few compete in their magical fights, Feng Xun’s mouth twitched slightly as he thought about how his Wind Technique was fully realized at the Foundation Establishment Stage, riding the wind…

But being directly plucked from the air by Yang Fu would be too embarrassing, completely at odds with the image he’d cultivated over two years in the sect.

Li Yao couldn’t catch him, but Yang Fu had some strange tricks up his sleeve!

“No way, I can’t spar with this guy in the future, or else I’ll lose face!”

Feng Xun felt that his cousin’s defeat back then wasn’t unjustified at all; this guy was truly abnormal.

“Eh? Brother Feng? Why haven’t you left? Has Brother Yang’s Foundation Establishment been successful?”

Upon seeing a junior brother pass by, Feng Xun puffed up with pride.

“Heh~ I’m just passing by. Yang Fu? His talent is average at best; he’s not worth my attention.”

And then he walked away with the stride of an expert.

The junior brother looked on with admiration.

“Such is the unrivaled genius, Brother Feng…”

Yang Fu’s promotion was but a minor episode within the Cloud Hidden Spirit Sect, quickly becoming yesterday’s news.

Only a few people who regularly collected debts from the Six Great Spirit Pavilions would bring it up now and then.

“Do you think… now that Yang Fu’s been promoted, can he go out on missions? He could make money for their Pavilions, and maybe we can pay back some of our Spirit Stones?”

“That makes sense, let’s use that as a reason next time. I want to see if they still refuse to pay up.”

“Right! We’ve got a task in the external assignments that pays well in Spirit Stones, and no one has taken it yet. We should assign it to Yang Fu, let him do it, so the earnings go to the Earth Spirit Pavilion and they must repay us.”

“Are you talking about… that mission? Won’t it be too cruel?”

“Don’t worry, he’s young. He can endure it.”

…

After his promotion, Yang Fu hadn’t told anyone about his eleventh level of Qi Cultivation, and most people assumed he was concealing his true level.

The sect had officially recorded him as being at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

So, a month later, Yang Fu’s external assignment arrived.

A golden mission scroll drifted down from the sky, which Yang Fu caught.

“Mission: Punish Enchanting Demon.”

“On the Lingmiao Continent, there is a spatial rift that connects to other worlds, through which members of the Demon Clan can pass, but their strength is very feeble and poses no threat to the Human Clan. After discussions among the major sects, to avoid unnecessary slaughter, they decided to keep a strict watch over these demons and, over time, a city inhabited solely by the Demon Clan emerged, known as Sunshine City.”

“Your mission is to serve as the City Lord for three years, discipline the disobedient demons, and lead the Demon Clan to self-sufficiency. Pay special attention to the Enchanting Demon Clan; they caused irreversible damage to the previous City Lord. You must strictly punish them…”

After reading, Yang Fu had some doubts.

“My first mission is to serve as a city lord… aren’t they expecting too much from me?”

As far as he knew, even the external missions for Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage were graded, and those like him who had just been promoted usually collected tributes for the Twelve Dynasties, conducted trades with other sects in representation of their own, or participated in public events. Otherwise, they’d help clear Demon Beasts from certain areas.

Only veteran elders were usually qualified for the role of managing a city.

After all, it was a big responsibility to oversee the fate of countless beings.

“Then again, shouldn’t the mission be named… ‘Serve as the Lord of Sunshine City?’ Why is it called ‘Punish Enchanting Demon?’ If they go too far… shouldn’t they be killed outright? Why keep them around?”

“How could the weak Demon Clan, whose status on the Lingmiao Continent is even lower than that of smuggled slaves, cause irreversible damage to the previous City Lord?”

“A strange mission…”

Yang Fu thought for a moment and decided that since there was danger, he should bring more life-saving items.

“Ah… I will be gone for three years, and I’ll miss this place.”

“I should visit home and prepare well, bid farewell to my wife and child.”

“The care of everything here I must entrust to our venerable ancestor.”

Sensing Yang Fu’s petition, Yang Genshuo looked his way.

“Ah? What? Is this task of yours even serious?”