Fang Yu wanted to try.
To test what heights the Believer truly held.
After all, his understanding of the Believer was really quite limited.
But Fang Yu didnât expect.
His sneak attack with a strength of five thousand blood was blocked.
It was like crashing into a thousand-ton cauldron; Daoist Qingling remained unmoved!
Blood-red steam, like a thin layer of shield, stood between Fang Yu and Daoist Qingling, blocked at the chest where the Bone Blade aimed, unable to advance even a bit!
Fang Yu laughed.
"Why could it be blocked?"
Daoist Qinglingâs eyes were calm.
But in his heart, waves had already arisen!
Because just now, that intense and terrifying sense of threat that emerged from Fang Yu had surfaced again!
He didnât misjudge this person!
This boy, can be used!
Perhaps growing in admiration for Fang Yu, Daoist Qinglingâs tolerance for him increased significantly, not even bothered by Fang Yuâs sneak attack.
"What you want to ask is really why I could react in time, isnât it?"
Fang Yu tilted his head and thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Something like that, considering your Qi-Blood condition and physical strength, you shouldnât have reacted in time to my ambush."
"Itâs simple, because itâs fast. The speed of mental thought, and Spiritâs thinking, these things will react faster than the body. The flesh is just flesh; the body may not react in time, but that doesnât mean the Spirit canât."
Daoist Qingling continued with a smile: "Your speed has actually reached a point where my eyes canât keep up. In fact, most of my opponents arenât something my body can handle. But the Believer doesnât rely on eyes to judge an opponentâs actions; itâs about perception, Spiritâs perception, the perception of Ling. Even if I close my eyes and lay on the ground, it wouldnât affect my ability to block your attack as long as my awareness is clear."
"Not to mention, along the way, as I ascended Sunset City, I encountered countless ambushes and assassinations. At any time, my strength is ready to be unleashed, and such ambushes are far from being considered threats."
"Additionally, sometimes donât rely too much on your eyes; they can deceive you. Otherwise, when you encounter special demons or Believers, you might suffer greatly."
Fang Yu frowned slightly, roughly understanding what Daoist Qingling meant.
In other words, fighting with a Believer is like opening a blind box most of the time.
Qi-Blood merely sets a lower limit; the truly terrifying part is the immeasurable upper limit.
From Daoist Qingling blocking his attack, at least five thousand blood combat strength is evident.
Itâs not hard to deduce that the Qingling Taoist Templeâs dominance in Sunset City far exceeds that of the Qing Family, which already has a guest elder with a six thousand blood strength.
The only question is...
Fang Yu looked at the top of Daoist Qinglingâs head.
[Qingling: 1000/1000.]
Not a single drop of blood had fallen.
The numbers over Daoist Qinglingâs head when the ambush was blocked were â-0!â
"Your shield is very thick."
A layer of golden glow slowly covered Fang Yuâs fingertips!
Daoist Qinglingâs expression slightly changed instantly.
Crack!
The thin blood-red steam immediately cracked with a fissure like shattered glass, spreading gradually!
-0!
Is that the force that made me fear?
No! Wrong!
It isnât it!
But even so, itâs reaching the point where I have to show my strength...
Daoist Qinglingâs breath sank, about to exert force, but suddenly saw Fang Yu retract the golden glow and step back three paces.
"Daoist Qingling, not just a name. Iâll consider it for three days."
Daoist Qingling looked slightly baffled, then immediately smiled.
"Then I shall wait here for your good news."
Fang Yu clasped his hands, turned, and left.
As Fang Yu departed, the smile on Daoist Qinglingâs face slowly faded until it returned to calmness, even almost twisted with calm.
"Kill him!"
"Just awakened the power of the Believer and dares to treat you like this! Utterly presumptuous!"
"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!!!"
The voices in his mind reappeared.
A whole day of meditation traded only for this brief moment of peace...
Daoist Qingling sat down, chanting the Taoist Scripture, restoring the calm in his heart, the calm of the Spirit.
Becoming more and more frequent... increasingly frequent...
Even though prepared psychologically early on, as the days of losing control drew near like a curse, Daoist Qinglingâs heart still couldnât settle.
...
Stepping out of the main hall, as the door closed behind him,
Nearby, Lei Shenhao stuck to him like a piece of adhesive.
"Junior Brother Diao, Junior Brother Diao, what did the Master say? Did he take you as a disciple?"
Fang Yu didnât deceive him, speaking directly.
"No."
Fang Yu couldnât inherit the Qingling Taoist Temple and stay in Sunset City forever. But following Daoist Qingling, he could certainly learn a lot about the Believer. To get what he wants directly without taking that path, Fang Yu needed to go back and discuss with Ding Hui to see if there was a feasible method.
However, Fang Yuâs manner made Lei Shenhao misunderstand.
"Oh, how come you werenât accepted? Even when Master accepted me as a disciple, he kept talking about wanting to accept more Believer disciples to strengthen Qingling Taoist Temple! Wait a minute! Did Master test your skills?"
Lei Shenhaoâs sudden and irrelevant words left Fang Yu momentarily stunned.
"How did you figure that out?"
"Your clothes are disheveled; one look and itâs clear thereâs been a tussle. Did you not pass Masterâs test? That doesnât make sense. After all, youâre a Qi Practitioner; didnât you manage to hit Masterâs [Spirit Shield]?"