My Martial Arts Level Never Drops

The ceremony ended.

After leaving the main hall, just as Luo Yuntian had once instructed his generation of disciples, Qin Fang gave the new recruits a brief introduction to the Sect's Six Meridians.

The eyes of the new disciples lit up as they listened.

Once he had finished, Qin Fang quietly departed.

After he left, one of the new disciples asked in a hushed voice, "Does anyone know who that Senior Brother Qin… actually is?"

A beautiful, elegantly dressed woman among them sighed softly. "That Senior Brother Qin is a true legend in our Sect…"

Hearing this, many of the new disciples instinctively turned to look at her.

Then, with a sigh, the woman began to recount Qin Fang's history.

...Qin Fang was no nobody in Lanyang City. Not only was he the top scorer in the Martial Arts Examination ten years ago, but he had also served as the Sacrificial Hall Chief Steward—even if, in the end, it was a senior sister who did all the work.

But he was, after all, the Chief Steward in name.

The woman was clearly from one of Lanyang City's Divine Families, so she had naturally heard of this contemporary of hers.

...Although they were contemporaries, she hadn't even reached the Huajin realm back when he was the top scorer.

As the woman recounted Qin Fang's legendary exploits, all the new disciples were left dumbfounded.

"...Senior Brother Qin's status in the Sect is incredibly high now. If you see him in the future, you must show him the proper respect. Otherwise, if you anger him… I'm afraid you won't last long here," she said with a sigh.

"Won't last long?"

At this, another man in lavish clothes sneered. "Forget about lasting long. It would be a matter of life or death."

Seeing that many of the new disciples were looking at him, the richly dressed man lowered his voice. "My older brother is an Inner Sect Disciple of the Heavenly Gang Wuji Sect. I heard that seven or eight years ago, our Sect had a huge battle with the Path of Non-Birth, one of the Three Religions, on Jiulian Island. In that battle… Senior Brother Qin personally killed over ten thousand Cultists from the Path of Non-Birth!"

"What? O-over ten thousand people?!"

Everyone was utterly dumbfounded!

'To kill over ten thousand people in a single battle?'

'What would a scene of such a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood even look like?!'

Their eyes went wide as they subconsciously recalled the Senior Brother Qin they had just met…

'I can't believe that gentle-looking Senior Brother Qin… could be so terrifying when he gets serious?'

A chill ran down their spines.

"Many of the Inner Sect senior brothers know this. Senior Brother Qin is very gentle with us, and no one has ever seen him lose his temper. But if you truly offend him… Hmph, you probably won't even get a chance to regret it."

The man in lavish clothes sighed and shook his head.

"Even the senior brothers of the Sect's Luzhan Lineage greatly admire Senior Brother Qin…"

The hearts of the new disciples pounded with shock.

They instinctively looked in the direction Qin Fang had gone, unable to snap out of their daze for a long time.

Of course, Qin Fang knew nothing of the new disciples' discussion.

In fact, he probably wouldn't care even if he did.

After reporting back to his Martial Uncle, he saw the ten thousand contribution points deposited into his account…

…But for him now, ten thousand contribution points were just a drop in the bucket.

'Speaking of which, quite a few new disciples have joined over the years. Have they reached the entry-level for the Body Technique Leaf Skill?'

Qin Fang mused.

Every year, the Martial Arts Examination brings in new disciples. In a good year, there might be thirty or forty; in a slow year, there would still be twenty-something.

However, not many of them manage to push open the Divine Gate… Even though Qin Fang had already laid out a detailed path through the Martial Arts Third Realm, one that was sufficient for disciples to follow step-by-step all the way to opening the Divine Gate.

But… the Third Realm was still quite difficult, after all.

Besides, it wasn't a hundred-percent guarantee that one could push open the Divine Gate; it just made it more probable.

But in any case… there were surely quite a few disciples who had reached the True Essence realm and could begin practicing the Leaf Skill.

'Maybe I can cash in on this new crop?'

'Forget it, I'll wait until next year… My quota for Yan Gang Stone is used up for this year. I'll have to wait.'

Qin Fang thought with a touch of resignation.

The seventy catties of Yan Gang Stone had long since been completely absorbed, and his True Gang was now far tougher than it was in the beginning.

By sinking seven hundred thousand's worth of Yan Gang Stone into it, combined with his status panel, Qin Fang's 'Divine Gang Mysterious Shadow' had progressed at lightning speed. The first layer had reached Perfection, and the second had now reached Great Success.

His True Gang Avatar could now be considered a true 'Mind-Residing Avatar,' able to move freely within a ten-kilometer radius.

But he only discovered after it had traveled a fair distance… when it was close, he could multitask just fine.

But once it was far away, he could no longer perceive the avatar's situation; at most, he could only tell whether it still existed or had been destroyed.

…His true self couldn't control it in real-time. The wisp of Divine Sense he had separated was the one in control.

Only after the wisp successfully returned could he access its memories and know what the avatar had done.

…Of course, the thoughts and consciousness of the Divine Sense imprint were still his own.

At first, Qin Fang found it a bit frightening. 'Isn't this like creating a split personality?'

But after the consciousness returned a few times, he realized he had been overthinking things.

The 'avatar' was safer than he had imagined.

That sort of thing wouldn't happen.

Because, in essence, they were still a single consciousness.

It hadn't become independent.

The avatar knew perfectly well who it was. Its separation from his true self was like his true self going out to run an errand.

Once the errand was done, it would come home.

Everything it experienced during this process would naturally be recalled by his true self upon its return… It was as if these were things his true self had done but had 'forgotten,' only to suddenly 'remember' them later.

The entire process didn't feel 'abrupt' to his true self in the slightest, nor did the 'avatar' ever feel like its 'consciousness was about to perish.'