Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin: I Set Taboos in the Heavens

After the incident on the grasslands came to an end, Fang Qing returned to the Heavenly Academy. He wanted to maintain his genius persona and recruit some young disciples.

These young disciples must have a sense of justice and a desire to improve themselves.

He was generous in promoting disciples of the Heavenly Academy who possessed these admirable qualities.

Fang Qing no longer kept to himself, but frequently appeared in places where disciples gathered, such as the "Transmission Academy," "Discussion Platform," and "Hundred Herbs Garden."

Or, within the training academy, he might casually offer a few words of guidance to outer and inner disciples who are stuck at a bottleneck, often hitting the nail on the head and enlightening them instantly.

Or, on the forum, he would discuss the profound meaning of the techniques with some elite students. Although his words were few, they always went straight to the essence and made people think deeply.

Or he would identify medicinal herbs and explain their properties in the herb garden, and his extensive knowledge would make the elders guarding the garden nod in approval.

What is even more striking is his demeanor in dealing with people. When faced with respectful inquiries, he is gentle, polite, and patient in answering their questions.

He remained calm and simply smiled when faced with those who harbored jealousy or made provocative remarks.

He showed no arrogance towards the lowly servant disciples, and would occasionally give them low-level pills or cultivation tips that he himself didn't need.

This image of someone with exceptional talent, formidable strength, yet humble, gentle, and broad-minded quickly spread among the lower-level disciples of the Heavenly Academy.

Some of the younger female disciples were particularly attracted by his charm.

"Is that Senior Brother Fang Qing from the Holy King Sect? He is indeed as rumored... handsome and extraordinary, with a transcendent air."

"More than that! I heard that a few days ago at the Dao Discussion Platform, he enlightened Senior Brother Zhang, who had been stuck at the peak of the Qi Sect for three years, with just a few words, helping him break through in one fell swoop!"

“My cousin is an inner court disciple. She said that Senior Brother Fang is a very kind person who never puts on airs. Last time, he even pointed out the flaws in her swordsmanship!”

"If only I could join the Holy King Sect and stay by Senior Brother Fang's side to listen to his teachings, how wonderful that would be..."

Such discussions quietly spread among the female disciples.

Many female disciples, who were talented, beautiful, and from good families, began to appear intentionally or unintentionally in places where Fang Qing might pass by, or to find some excuse to visit and ask Fang Qing for advice.

Fang Qing always maintained a just-right distance from this, neither being too close to cause gossip, nor being aloof and unapproachable, which only added to her mystery and attraction.

Of course, it wasn't just his demeanor and appearance that were captivating. It was the speed at which his cultivation level improved that truly shocked and even terrified everyone, including some high-ranking elders.

One day, five-colored thunderclouds gathered in the sky, and the sounds of dragons roaring and elephants howling echoed through the mountain peaks.

Six times it was fatal, but it's broken!
Half a month later, strange phenomena reappeared, with numerous images spreading, alarming several legendary elders who investigated with their divine senses.

Fang Qing actually survived seven life-threatening ordeals and successfully transcended the tribulation!
When the month was up, the phantom of the Five Elements Dao Wheel appeared in Fang Qing's residence, slowly rotating as if the Great Dao had manifested.

Eight fatalities, a natural outcome.

When Fang Qing reappeared before everyone, the aura emanating from him, as profound as the sea and as harmonious as the Dao, had already reached the eighth level of the Life-Taking Realm!

In just over a month, they broke through several obstacles!
Such speed is unprecedented not only in the history of the Heavenly Academy, but also in the ancient myths that have been passed down through generations.

"The eighth level of the Deadly Technique... How exactly did he cultivate it?"

"Could it be that he is the reincarnation of a powerful being, whose memories have been awakened and whose cultivation has naturally returned to normal?"

"Such talent surpasses even that of the Crown Prince back then!"

Amazement, awe, envy, fear... all sorts of emotions arose throughout the academy.

As a result, Fang Qing's status among the elite students rose accordingly. Some elite students who had previously held a wait-and-see attitude, or even secretly attached themselves to the Crown Prince's faction, began to actively gravitate towards the Holy King's faction.

Fang Qing seized the opportunity, improved the sect rules, established rewards and punishments, and allocated resources, managing the Holy King Sect in an orderly manner. It had become a significant force within the academy, wielding considerable power.

Just as Fang Qing was making waves in the academy, tens of thousands of miles away, deep in a desolate wasteland shrouded in a gray, deathly aura year-round—the Heavenly Corpse Kingdom.

This is a paradise for the dead, a forbidden zone for the living.

Countless ancient corpses are buried beneath the rotten soil, and the air is filled with an ever-present miasma of corpse poison. Various undead creatures such as zombies, skeletons, and corpse demons roam about.

Ordinary cultivators would avoid this place like the plague, but for Yang Qi, who cultivates the "Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique," this place is an excellent treasure for tempering his physical body and condensing the power of hell.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In a huge pit of bones, Yang Qi was shirtless, his bronze skin stained with dark red blood and bone fragments.

His body was filled with a bloody aura that rose like smoke, and behind him, a huge phantom of a divine elephant roared to the sky. With each step he took and each punch he threw, dozens or even hundreds of bronze-skinned, iron-boned zombies were shattered into dust.

His "Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique" is now in need of a massive amount of death energy and combat tempering. The Heavenly Corpse Kingdom is exactly what he wants.

He fought his way deep into the heart of the kingdom. Wherever he went, zombies and skeletons fled in terror, and even some corpse generals and bone demons equivalent to the Life-Taking Realm were brutally destroyed by his ferocious power.

His physical body grew stronger with each destruction and rebirth, and his aura became increasingly refined and ferocious.

On this day, following a faint premonition, he stumbled into an ancient sacrificial site.

This place seems to have once been a secret place for an ancient sect to refine war corpses. It is now in ruins, but on the central altar, there is a pool carved from a single piece of "Netherworld Cold Jade". The pool contains a shallow pool of milky white liquid that exudes a rich fragrance of life.

Around the pool lay the remains of seven or eight golden-armored corpse kings, their auras terrifying and comparable to those of the fifth or sixth level of the Death-Taking Realm. They seemed to have fought each other to the death for this item.

"This is... the Fountain of Life?"

Yang Qi's pupils contracted slightly, then he was overjoyed.

The Fountain of Life is formed from the purest life essence between heaven and earth, possessing the miraculous effects of healing flesh and bone, reviving the dead, and nourishing the very essence of all things.

For cultivators who refine their bodies, it is an invaluable elixir that can greatly replenish the loss of vital essence during the physical tempering process and even promote the transformation of their life level.

He carefully collected the last remaining pool of life-giving essence in a specially made jade bottle.

These springs are enough to elevate the physical foundations of him and his cousin Fang Qing to a higher level.

"It's time to go back. Having gained so many benefits, it's time to go back and meet up with my cousin."

Yang Qi carefully put away the jade bottle, his gaze sharp as a knife.

His figure blurred, transforming into a blood-red rainbow that broke through layers of deathly miasma and sped towards the Heavenly Academy.

Behind them, only countless broken corpses and the dried-up Netherworld Jade Pool remained, silently recounting everything that had just happened.

Tianwei Academy, a unique mountain peak in Fangqing.

When his cultivation reached the eighth level of life-snatching, he naturally had his own mountain peak at the Heavenly Academy, just like the True Inheritance Peak of the Feathered Gate back then.

On his True Inheritance Peak, many disciples still followed him. Many female students longed to be by Fang Qing's side, even hoping for a fleeting moment of pleasure.

But at this moment, Yang Qi arrived, his cultivation having already reached the sixth level of the Life-Seizing Realm. (End of Chapter)