My Gu Can Cultivate on Their Own

Soon, the other disciples also handed in their answers.

Half an hour passed quickly, and not many people gave up or exceeded the time limit.

The questions this time were not difficult. There were no standard answers at all, so they could answer whatever they wanted.

Even if they wrote a bunch of nonsense, there might be some elders who take them as their personal disciples because of their free and unruly character.

Following that, the group of people found their acquaintances to chat, waiting for the elders to finish reading the papers before choosing the disciples.

But it seemed that there would not be any results for a while.

Fang Yuan was not in a hurry, so he sat cross-legged, meditating and cultivating.

In the end, the examiner did not arrive. Instead, there were a few brightly dressed inner sect disciples.

They walked all the way and arrived in front of Fang Yuan.

The male Gu master in the middle, who was surrounded by everyone, had a strong and steady aura. It was obvious that he had a high realm, and he might be a personal disciple of an elder.

"Senior Zhang, this is Fang Yuan." A disciple beside him pointed at Fang Yuan.

He was expressionless and gave him a look.

Another disciple on the other side immediately went forward and shouted: "Hey, Fang Yuan, our Senior Zhang Wenbin is looking for you, come with us."

Zhang Wenbin?

He seemed to have heard of him.

But he did not know him.

The disciple who spoke was instantly unhappy. He was about to flare up when Zhang Wenbin raised his hand and stopped him.

"Very good. As expected of the person who caught Wan Qian's eye. He's a little arrogant."

Zhang Wenbin sneered, "I'm not going to beat around the bush. I'm here today to challenge you. I heard that you've been in the limelight recently. I wonder if you'll still be so arrogant after your crushing defeat."

Hearing the other party talk about Wan Qian, Fang Yuan seemed to know why he came to find him.

When they went to the thousand blade valley to pick herbs, Li Tongzhou, who was partnered up with him, seemed to have mentioned the name Zhang Wenbin.

If he remembered correctly, he was Wan Qian's number one pursuer.

Jealousy made people change their appearances.

He must have heard a lot of news about him and Wan Qian recently.

So much so that he, who was at the third layer of the Enlightenment Realm, shamelessly came to challenge Fang Yuan, an ordinary inner sect disciple who was only at the first layer of the Enlightenment Realm.

"Give me a reason to agree to it."

Zhang Wenbin also narrowed his eyes, saying slowly. "If you win, Wan Qian is yours. If I win, get out of the Gu Immortal Sect."

Hearing this, Fang Yuan's lips curled, he closed his eyes again.

"Idiot."

This Zhang Wenbin was really self-righteous. Wan Qian was not a commodity, and she did not belong to him. How could he decide who she belonged to?

Fang Yuan had no interest in this meaningless battle.

Who knew that Zhang Wenbin would not get angry after being scolded. Instead, he laughed lightly.

"You won't agree? It doesn't matter if you don't agree."

"In the future, you can forget about staying in the Gu Immortal Sect."

"Do you know who my master is?"

"Let me tell you, the one in charge of the inner sect is my master, he is also one of the eight great elders of the sect, he is ranked fourth."

"First Elder and Second Elder do not accept disciples all year round, and Third Elder is out traveling. This Dao seeking trial is completely under my master's control, he is the biggest shot."

"As long as I say the word, I guarantee that no one from my master to the eighth elder will receive your answer sheet."

Fang Yuan turned a deaf ear to it. He only thought that there was a dog barking beside him.

His answer sheet was not for those elders to see.

"Senior Zhang, he doesn't seem to be afraid of you."

"He's not afraid?"

Zhang Wenbin revealed a smug smile. "He's just pretending to be calm."

At this moment, a disciple at the side tugged at Zhang Wenbin's sleeve and said in a low voice, "Senior Zhang, Senior Wan is here."

"Huh? Why is she here?"

Zhang Wenbin turned his head in puzzlement. As expected, he saw Wan Qian's peerlessly beautiful figure slowly walking over from outside the examination hall. Dressed in exquisite sky-blue clothes, she was shining brightly in the crowd.

Wan Qian walked up to him. She did not look sideways and completely ignored Zhang Wenbin and the others. She walked over to Fang Yuan's side and squatted down, holding his hand.

"Why is it so cold?"

Wan Qian was suspicious. She took out a pair of black ice silk gloves from her storage bracelet and put them on him. She said angrily, "It's cold on the mountain, why don't you put on more clothes?"

"Compared to the cold poison in your body, this cold is nothing." Fang Yuan opened his eyes and held her hand. He smiled and said, "What will these gloves do?"

Wan Qian let him hold her without any resistance, and she said softly, "These are made from snowy mountain heavenly silkworm silk. It is also a kind of magic treasure, but its grade is not high. It can only withstand the ȧssassination of Gu worms below silver-quality. Other than that, it can also keep you warm. It is not a good thing."

"It is already very good."

Fang Yuan nodded. Not everyone could have silver-quality Gu worms. He was going to the Scarlet Flame Mystic Realm, and it was just right for him use.

"You... you two!"

When had Wan Qian ever worn such exquisite and flowery clothes?

Her face looked as if she had specially dressed up.

She had never done such a thing for anyone before. She usually wore white clothes without makeup, and it could not be any simpler.

The way she looked now was definitely not done for herself.

This had already made Zhang Wenbin very unhappy.

In the end, when he heard Fang Yuan say, 'Compared to the cold poison in your body, this cold is nothing,' he was about to explode from anger.

What did this mean?

Even a fool would understand.

Although he knew that Fang Yuan was deliberately provoking him, Zhang Wenbin could not help but fly into a rage.

"Very good, Fang Yuan. Just you wait. I won't let you off!"

After saying those harsh words, Zhang Wenbin waved his sleeves and left angrily.

The few followers looked at one another and quickly followed him.

After they had gone far away, Fang Yuan let go of Wan Qian's hand and stared at her with a faint smile on his face.

"Why are you looking for me today?"

Wan Qian returned to her usual cold and dignified look and looked at Fang Yuan. "About the incident last time... I owe you a favor. I just happened to collect a treasure, so I brought it to you."

"Using me as a shield in public. Although Zhang Wenbin got angry and left, I'm afraid that the rumors about us will spread throughout the entire sect tomorrow."

"You won't be at a disadvantage if I gain fame. If you're worried that Zhang Wenbin will take revenge, I'll naturally appear."

"He's just a clown."

Fang Yuan did not care at all. "You said that I won't be at a disadvantage, but I feel like I'm at a huge disadvantage."

"Huh?"

Wan Qian was a little puzzled.

"Do you think that with many male cultivators in the sect wanting to be your shield, even if there's just a little gossip about you, there's a big advantage?"

Wan Qian did not say anything, which was a tacit agreement.

"If you think like that, it's just because you think you're a little pretty. Keeping an ambiguous relationship with someone is equivalent to taking pity on the other party."

Fang Yuan chuckled. "In fact, after you used me, you used a rumor that was useless to me as compensation. But have you ever thought about whether I needed this kind of thing?"

Wan Qian finally understood what Fang Yuan meant. It couldn't be that he didn't care about what he could do with her. He just wanted something more practical.

How could there be such a man!

He didn't want a good impression of a beauty like her, but wanted other things?

She was both angry and speechless. She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the gloves on his hands. "I've already used something else to compensate you. What else do you want?"

"Didn't you say that it was to compensate me for helping you get rid of the cold poison?"

"I... I'll give you something else next time."

"I heard that Zhang Wenbin is the Fourth Elder's personal disciple." Fang Yuan pinched his chin as he pondered.

Wan Qian raised her chin. "So what?"

Although she did not become a disciple of any of the elders, she was not afraid of being pressured by any of them.

"Now you're on opposite sides."

"...."