I have a little bit of talent

"What? Heaven Beyond Heaven? This is too dangerous, Elder Huai. This punishment is a bit too much."

Upon hearing this punishment, Mrs. Aoba looked calm, but Luo Zhen was a little anxious.

“You kid, this is already the least punishment. If we wait for the three Taoist sects to come to an end, it won’t be that simple.

"What's more, it's only five years, which will pass in a flash. With Qingye's cultivation level, it's not her turn to go to those dangerous places. This trip is both a punishment and a test. If she returns safely, maybe her cultivation level will improve."

Old Huai shook his head and was speechless towards Luo Zhen. It was really too much for him to protect his wife to such an extent.

Luo Zhen was about to object, but Mrs. Aoba covered his mouth with her hand.

"Thank you Lord Fang Lu for your magnanimity, and thank you Elder Huai for your intercession. I am willing to accept the punishment."

She knew that she had gotten herself into trouble this time. If it weren't for Elder Huai's consideration for the relationship between the two, and according to the Dao Sect's style of doing things, her fate would have been even worse. She might have been abolished from cultivation and become an ordinary person. Fang Lu's arrangement was already a mercy beyond the law.

Although the Heaven Beyond is extremely dangerous, five years is a very short time. If you act with caution, you will be able to return safely.

Seeing that Madam Qingye agreed, Luo Zhen could only lower his head helplessly. He knew very well that this was already the best result, but Tianwai Tian had a bad reputation and all practitioners above the True Person Realm were terrified at the mention of it. He was really worried about Madam Qingye's safety.

“Since you agreed, you should recover first. You can’t go to the Heaven Beyond Heaven with your current half-baked True Person cultivation.

"I'll come back when you're healed."

When Elder Huai saw that Madam Qingye agreed, he knew that the matter had come to a conclusion, so he naturally didn't want to stay here any longer and eat dog food. After giving his instructions, he stepped out and disappeared, leaving the couple looking at each other in silence.

At this time, in the Fang Mansion in Yangzhou City thousands of miles away, Fang Lu and Han Tieyi were chatting in the backyard. At the same time, they watched Tieshan and the Iron Fist disciples practicing boxing, and Zhao Ming was also among them.

With Fang Lu watching, the Iron Fist Sect's disciples were all excited, and they performed their Iron Wire Fist with great vigor. The whole backyard of the Fang Mansion was filled with the sound of fists, and the leaves were blown away.

Except for Tieshan who had already started practicing Qigong and was holding back his strength when practicing punches, fearing that he would damage the flowers and plants in the backyard, the other disciples of the Iron Fist Sect were all trying their best to show themselves well in front of Fang Lu.

Zhao Ming's face flushed red. He had put all his energy into showing off in front of his idol. His blood was boiling and he was using all his strength.

Just as Zhao Ming threw a punch, his blood and qi circulated throughout his body, and he seemed to have a deeper understanding of the Iron Wire Fist, but somehow he panicked and felt that a disaster was about to happen! His fists immediately became messy, and he fell straight to the ground and fainted.

"Zhao Ming, what's wrong with you?"

This sudden change made everyone present panic-stricken. Naturally, they could not practice their boxing any more. Tieshan and other disciples hurried forward to check, but found that there was nothing wrong with Zhao Ming, he was just unconscious.

"Get out of the way, let me take a look."

Han Tieyi's face was solemn. He waved his sleeves lightly, sweeping away the disciples who had gathered in a circle. He placed his palm on Zhao Ming's chest to examine it, and a trace of true energy carefully traveled through Zhao Ming's meridians and internal organs.

"Huh?" Han Tieyi frowned slightly. He actually didn't find out anything. Zhao Ming was much stronger than an ordinary person, and his internal organs were in good shape. How could he faint for no reason?

If there is nothing wrong with the body, then the problem must be with the soul. However, Zhao Ming is still far from reaching the stage of practicing the spirit. His soul is not yet formed, and his sea of ​​consciousness is fragile. It is probably not appropriate to rashly explore his sea of ​​consciousness. Even with Han Tieyi's cultivation and control, he dare not easily test it. It would be bad if he accidentally hurt his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Brother Fang, come and take a look. There must be something wrong with Zhao Ming's sea of ​​consciousness. It's difficult for me to investigate."

Fortunately, Fang Lu was right next to him, and Han Tieyi was not too worried as he thought that no matter how big the problem was, it would not be difficult for him.

"No need to look at him. He is cursed and his sea of ​​consciousness is alerting him to protect himself."

Fang Lu didn't look at Zhao Ming either, but just looked up at the sky. Han Tieyi seemed to sense something and looked in the direction Fang Lu was looking.

I saw a wisp of black air that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye flying from west to east towards the backyard of Fang Mansion. This black air had a faint sense of decay and decay, which made people nauseous. The energy was faintly connected to Zhao Ming. It was the Ten Thousand Demons Soul Devouring Curse.

It turned out that Fang Mu, in the identity of Zhao Ming of the Iron Fist Sect, was cast under the Ten Thousand Demons Soul-Devouring Curse by Madam Qingye. Naturally, the curse was useless to Fang Mu, but this curse was a secret evil spell of the Heavenly Demon Sect after all. Although it was not orthodox, it was extremely mysterious. It actually flew directly from Yunding Mountain in Yizhou where the Fiery Flame Sect was located to Yangzhou City, traveling thousands of miles to track down the real Zhao Ming of the Iron Fist Sect.

When the Ten Thousand Demons Soul Devouring Curse was in the Fiery Fire Sect of Yunding Mountain, it was still about ten feet in size. After traveling thousands of miles, the power of the curse was constantly consumed. When it arrived at Yangzhou City, only a trace of it remained, which was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Even so, the corrupting power of the curse itself was still there. Zhao Ming had only been practicing for a short time and his soul was not yet formed. If he was hit, his soul would be shattered and his body would disintegrate. Zhao Ming felt something in his heart, and there was a great terror between life and death. This is why his sea of ​​consciousness was blocked and he fainted.

"What kind of vicious curse is this? Who did Zhao Ming offend?"

Han Tieyi felt the corrupt aura of the Ten Thousand Demons Soul-Devouring Curse and was extremely surprised.

Although the spell was quite weak at this moment, its essence was extremely high and it was clearly cast by a master.

I am a disciple with average talent and a clean background. How could I have offended such a master of spells?

Although he was confused, Han Tieyi couldn't just watch the black energy enter Zhao Ming's body. Even the gods couldn't save him, so he prepared to take action to directly eliminate the black energy.

An indestructible fist intent rose up from Han Tieyi's body, trying to disperse the only remaining trace of curse power. Han Tieyi was a master in the realm of True Person, and even the Ten Thousand Demons Soul-Devouring Curse in its prime was not a big deal to him, let alone this curse power which had already consumed most of it.

"Brother Han, don't worry,"

Just when Han Tieyi was about to disperse and destroy the curse power with his fist, Fang Lu spoke out to stop him.

Although he didn't understand the meaning, out of complete trust in Fang Lu, Han Tieyi suddenly retracted his fist and looked at Fang Lu in confusion.

This strand of cursed power was no longer obstructed and quickly fell from the air, going straight into Zhao Ming's body.

But just when the curse power completely entered Zhao Ming's body, Fang Lu snapped his fingers in the air, and the curse power immediately turned from black to white. The sense of decay and decline was gone, and only a trace of abundant spiritual power remained, rushing into Zhao Ming's body.

"Good move. This is a blessing in disguise for Zhao Ming."

Han Tieyi saw clearly that Fang Lu purified the corrupt and dirty spell power completely in the blink of an eye, leaving only extremely pure spiritual power to merge into Zhao Ming's sea of ​​consciousness. Originally, Zhao Ming had mediocre talent and might not be able to enter the upper realm of spiritual training in this lifetime, but with the fusion of this strand of spiritual power, his spiritual consciousness was transformed and strengthened, and there was no longer any threshold before the Grandmaster realm. It can be said that he was very lucky.

Although he had known Fang Lu for many years and knew that his cultivation was unfathomable, Han Tieyi was still shocked by Fang Lu's act of purifying the spell power with a snap of his fingers.

If he took action himself, the most he could do was to disperse and destroy the curse power, along with the spiritual power contained in it. It would be impossible to separate and purify it as easily as Fang Mu. This method of control had already exceeded the comprehension of the True Person Realm.

"It's all my young son's fault that caused this misfortune for my nephew Zhao Xian. It would be unreasonable for me not to take action."

Fang Lu looked at Zhao Ming who was lying there with a strange expression, feeling quite helpless.