Thunder-Control Celestial Heaven-Reaching Pagoda.

The thirty-sixth floor.

At that moment, Sen Wei pressed a hand down, the air seeming to fill with a dragon’s roar.

A boundless Cyan Aura gathered into a giant palm. With a single hand that seemed to blot out the sky, she instantly pulverized a Northern Barbarian Lion Ten Thousand Beasts King into a bloody mist, annihilating it completely.

The next moment, the world roared.

Everything around them shifted and wavered like ripples on water.

Before Fang Yang and the other two, cluster after cluster of treasured light appeared, waiting for them to choose.

For the most part, they were Tier Four Spiritual Objects.

Some of the special Tier Four Spiritual Objects were even comparable to Tier Five Spiritual Objects.

’With my true strength, I’m afraid I would have been stopped back on the thirty-first floor.’

Fang Yang lowered his gaze, thinking, ’If I want to turn my situation around, I still have a long way to go.’

He hadn’t forgotten the matter of Sen Yue’s blood sacrifice.

Right now, they were in a honeymoon period, so everything was fine.

But as an otherworldly demon, he was not accustomed to ceding all control to others.

He had to prepare for the possibility that one day, he might have to part ways with the Sen clan!

The ripples continued to spread.

Treasured light filled the sky.

Sen Hui stepped forward, observing them carefully.

When she saw a chunk of iron glowing with a red-and-white treasured light, her eyes curved into crescents as she smiled.

"I never expected to find a Red Bright Divine Iron Spiritual Object here, and more than one at that! Ah Yang, this is perfect! You need to forge a new set of battle armor!"

Red Bright Divine Iron, a type of Fire Path Divine Iron, was rumored to be born alongside the Anomalous Flame, Crimson Bright Flame.

And the Crimson Bright Flame was ranked ninety-third on the Mortal Anomalous Fire List, possessing extraordinary power.

Incidentally, this Anomalous Flame was perfectly compatible with Fang Yang’s Fierce Flame Pill Cauldron.

Fang Yang smiled. "Indeed."

"In that case, let’s choose this one," Sen Wei nodded.

The thirty-sixth floor...

The forty-fifth floor...

The fifty-fourth floor...

Countless days and nights seemed to pass. Under Sen Wei’s lead, Fang Yang and Sen Hui frantically cleared floor after floor of the Thunder-Control Celestial Heaven-Reaching Pagoda.

Now, they had reached the fifty-fourth floor.

A floor like this was meant for Tier Five Great Cultivators—and only those with extremely profound cultivation at that.

It had to be said that on this trip, Fang Yang had truly benefited from his association with Sen Hui.

"Red Bright Divine Iron, Cold Thunder Stone, Streaking Lightning Luminous Clouds..."

Sen Hui nodded her delicate head in satisfaction. "Ah Yang, once I ask Grandpa Hua for help, you’ll have a set of Tier Five battle armor and a war spear..."

Hearing this, Sen Wei said calmly, "If you have the chance in the future, you might be able to upgrade this set of battle gear into a Sacred Artifact."

A set of battle gear that could touch upon the Saint Realm!

What an incredible gesture.

Even with Fang Yang’s disposition, his heart couldn’t help but stir.

The Fang Clan had long since fallen into decline. For them to gather a full set of battle gear like this for him would take until pigs could fly.

"Thank you," Fang Yang said with sincere gratitude.

Afterward, the trio continued onward under Sen Wei’s lead.

However, after the fifty-fourth floor, the difficulty soared.

Even the common grunts were all Tier Five Fierce Beasts.

No matter how heaven-defying Sen Wei was, she was still only at the Tier Four Elementary realm. She couldn’t possibly keep advancing while dragging two deadweights along.

Under these circumstances, Fang Yang took the initiative and suggested they withdraw for now to rest and reorganize before trying again.

In truth, Fang Yang knew he couldn’t keep riding this express train; he had to quit while he was ahead.

Still, for him to reach the fifty-seventh floor of the Thunder-Control Celestial Heaven-Reaching Pagoda with a mere Tier Three Middle cultivation was an achievement that would probably shock a whole crowd of Tier Five Great Cultivators!

SWOOSH...

A sound like rushing water echoed.

The Token in Sen Wei’s hand once again transformed into white light, expanding outward to envelop Sen Hui and Fang Yang.

The next moment, their figures dissipated, and they returned to the world outside the pagoda.

...

The Thunder-Control Celestial Heaven-Reaching Pagoda was the core of the Xuan Yu Blessed Land.

While Fang Yang was clearing the floors with Sen Wei and Sen Hui, many others had arrived at this place.

Under the direction of the Sen clan and other members of the Changkong tribe, a massive, bustling city had actually been built around the Thunder-Control Celestial Heaven-Reaching Pagoda.

When Fang Yang squinted and got a clear look at his surroundings, he saw a bustling scene full of life.

"Fang Yang made it to the fifty-seventh floor?!"

"It wasn’t just Fang Yang. The two young ladies of the Sen family did as well."

"Wow, doesn’t that mean Fang Yang got six Spiritual Objects in a row, with at least one of them being a Tier Five Spiritual Object...?"

"The fifty-seventh floor... even some Tier Five Great Cultivators can’t reach it. To think they managed to pass it is truly extraordinary."

"Fang Yang was only at the Tier Three Elementary realm... wait, he-he’s already Tier Three Middle..."

The crowd burst into an uproar when they sensed the aura emanating from Fang Yang.

The public could actually accept Sen Wei’s and Sen Hui’s rapid cultivation progress.

After all, they were Sen Yue’s younger sisters and were even personally taught by a Saint, or perhaps even a Great Saint.

But Fang Yang was just a descendant of the utterly ruined Fang Clan. By what right could he possibly keep pace with Sen Hui?

Instantly, many people were filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred toward Fang Yang.

If not for their fear of the Sen clan’s power, some would probably be cursing Fang Yang under their breath, calling him Sen Hui’s boy toy!

"Ah Yang, forging the battle armor will take seven days at the earliest."

Sen Hui looked down, though she couldn’t see the tips of her own toes. "For the next few days, why don’t the two of us go explore the area?"

In that instant, Fang Yang’s body stiffened, and his pupils dilated slightly.

He felt a faint pressure—it was Sen Wei.

’He knew Sen Wei wanted to go with them too!’

Fang Yang maintained a calm expression. "Just the two of us? Isn’t Sister Wei coming with us?"

"Right, just the two of us!" Sen Hui said decisively.

Sen Wei: "..."

The sky was azure blue.

White clouds drifted lazily.

Since Second Uncle Fang, Fang Min, Fang Hao, and the others had also arrived near the Thunder-Control Celestial Heaven-Reaching Pagoda, Fang Yang temporarily bid farewell to Sen Wei and Sen Hui and went to the Fang Clan’s Residence.

When Second Uncle Fang appeared at the residence with Fang Yang, Fang Xuan, Fang Duanhai, and the other Fang disciples instantly swarmed forward.

They all crowded around Fang Yang, chattering away.

Just like the outsiders, they were also stunned that Fang Yang had advanced to the Tier Three Middle realm and reached the fifty-seventh floor of the pagoda.

"Alright, alright, stop asking. Ah Yang needs to rest." Second Uncle Fang put on a stern face and shooed the crowd away.

Fang Yang smiled and, under their reluctant gazes, walked slowly into the inner chambers of the palace.

「The next morning.」

At the first light of dawn, Fang Yang went to find Sen Hui as they had arranged.

They first strolled through the city, soaking in the lively atmosphere.

Afterward, at Sen Hui’s suggestion, he went boating on the lake with her.

At this moment, although only he and Sen Hui were on the small boat, Fang Yang understood that in the shadows, many pairs of eyes were likely watching them closely.

’At the very least, Sen Wei was definitely watching in secret!’

Under these circumstances, Fang Yang was on his best behavior.

However...

"Ah Yang, last night, I saw Chen Ying."

As she said this, Sen Hui’s fair face was wreathed in smiles.

But in that same instant, Fang Yang’s body tensed, and he felt the atmospheric pressure around him suddenly change.

Fang Yang’s expression didn’t change as he said, "Back when I was studying at the academy, she helped me out a lot. She’s a good friend I got along well with."

"Just friends?"

"Yes, we’re just friends."