Fang Yuan Do's

CHAPTER 25 - The Enchanting Light of Spring

"Is he Fang Yuan or Fang Zheng?"

Some students murmured, there were still people who could not tell the difference between Fang Yuan and Fang Zheng, the 2 twin brothers.

"This is Fang Zheng. Fang Yuan always put on a cold expression, he would never look tense." Answer someone.

"Oh, there will be a spectacle. After all, Fang Zheng is the only A-class talent from our clan in 3 years."

The crowd turned their eyes to the field.

Fang Zheng could feel the pressure between the gazes fixed on him, and this made him feel even more nervous. Standing on the stage, his fingers trembled slightly.

He threw out his first moonblade, initially intending to aim at the grass puppet's chest.

But because he was tense, he missed, in the end the moonblade was imprinted on the neck area of the grass puppet.

The young teenagers immediately let out a slightly surprised voice.

They thought Fang Zheng was doing it on purpose.

Instead of aiming for the easiest spot that was the chest of the puppet, he instead chose the neck, this was a great show of confidence towards his own attacking skills.

They could not help but look forward to Fang Zheng's next move.

However this made the faces of Gu Yue Mo Bei and Gu Yue Chi Cheng dark.

On the field, the ones who could see Fang Zheng's fault were the academy's elder and Fang Yuan.

'How dangerous!' Looking at the moonblade, Fang Zheng exclaimed in his heart while secretly feeling lucky.

He took a few deep breaths, trying his best to calm down. Then he threw out 2 moonblades.

This time he did nothing wrong, and the two moonblades struck the grass puppet's chest accurately.

This result made the academy elder nod his head, and Mo Bei and Chi Cheng calmed down as well.

Fang Zheng's results were no different from their results, so everything depended on how the academy's elders decided to judge them.

Other students cast their votes *******. Fang Zheng's appearance was unattractive, making them feel a little disappointed.

The next few groups are also not interesting.

No one could perform better than Mo Bei, Chi Cheng and Fang Zheng. The kids started whispering.

"At this rate, the top scorer in today's scoring should be among the three of them."

"The three of them managed to hit the grass puppet, I wonder who will be considered better by the academy elders."

"Wait, this is the last group. Fang Yuan's up."

"Oh, that C-class talent is a 'cold genius'? Heh heh."

Just when it was the last group, Fang Yuan finally took the stage.

"That's Fang Yuan...."

Gu Yue Mo Bei raised his head and looked at Fang Yuan for a moment, then he lowered his eyes indifferently.

"The last time you got really lucky, picked the weak-willed Moonlight Gu by accident and got the number 1."

"Let's see how you look this time!"

Gu Yue Chi Cheng hugged his hand, waiting to see Fang Yuan humiliate himself.

"Sister... This time it won't be like the last. I've been training so hard for so long, I can definitely surpass you."

Among the crowd, Gu Yue Fang Zheng pursed his lips, subconsciously clenching his fists tightly.

Previously in the assessment to refine Gu vitals, he as someone with class A talent actually got the second position.

He's naturally not happy with this.

Especially after he understood that Fang Yuan could win and get the number 1 due to sheer luck, this made him even more dissatisfied.

To Gu Yue Fang Zheng, winning over her own brother, Fang Yuan, had a special and great meaning.

Many gazes were fixed on Fang Yuan, and the eyes of the academy elders were fixed on him as well. Fang Yuan was emotionless, his expression cold and detached.

He stood still, his primeval essence flowing into Moonlight Gu in the middle of his palm. With a swoosh in the air, he launched the first moonblade.

This moonblade was flying very high. It not only passed through the head of the grass puppet, but also flew over the bamboo wall.

It lasted for nearly 15 meters before the light became dim and disappeared into thin air.

"Pffff..." One cannot help laughing.

"It's too outrageous, isn't it." Someone sneered.

"He is a genius. No wonder he managed to become number 1 in refining Gu." Others spoke cynically.

In the early years when Fang Yuan was making poems and showing wisdom, it had stirred up discontent among these people.

Many of them are waiting to see a 'good show'.

They waited to see 'genius' Fang Yuan reveal such an embarrassing act, and his moonblade did not disappoint them.

Waves of laughter swept through the crowd.

The academy elder shook his head slightly, secretly laughing at himself.

Why should he care so much about Fang Yuan for no reason?

He was only C class and only the boys got the number 1 in refining Gu due to sheer luck.

In his heart he made his decision. Even though Mo Bei, Chi Cheng and Fang Zheng's results were the same, he would still choose Fang Zheng as number 1.

The war between Gu Yue Mo Bei and Gu Yue Chi Cheng was the epitome of the political struggle between the 2 strongest elders in the clan.

The academy elder had always been in the middle and had no intention of entering the middle of the political vortex.

The academy elders leaned more towards the clan leader, Gu Yue Bo, and Fang Zheng a set with the clan leader.

Add in the fact that he had A-grade talent, choosing him as number 1 meant showing a biased attention towards him, and that was something that the authority over the clan could accept.

A warm spring breeze blew, the fragrance of flowers drifted to the training ground. Sunlight shone on Fang Yuan's body, sending a desolate black shadow onto the ground.

His expression was still cold as he silently stared at the 10-meter-long grass puppet. The moonblade in his palm gave off a faint blue light.

Of course, he deliberately threw out the first moonblade. Right now he only had 2 chances left to act.

Considering the position of the academy elders, to obtain the number 1 he had to create a result that exceeded everyone's expectations in the next 2 attacks.

"With only 2 chances left to attack, it was impossible. Brother, I've finally won over you."

Gu Yue Fang Zheng's eyes did not blink as he looked at Fang Yuan.

From youth to adolescence, the shadow of life brought by her brother finally faded slowly at this moment.

Fang Zheng could feel the victory so close. Both of his fists were subconsciously clenched tightly, his entire body so full of excitement that he trembled slightly.

"Sister, my victory this time is only the beginning. Furthermore, I will continue to win you over and over again until I cast all the shadows in my heart."

"I will prove to the clan, the superiority of an A-grade genius!" Fang Zheng said to himself in his heart.

But at this moment, Fang Yuan acted. The palm of his right hand was like a knife, splitting the void.

With a sharp tearing sound, the blue light that enveloped his palm was flung out.

It flew through the air, turning into a curved blue moonblade, shooting towards the grass puppet.

A moment later, Fang Yuan's right palm lit up again in a layer of blue light. He flipped his palm and shot out a third moonblade.

These two attacks connected smoothly like flowing water, it was a seamless combination.

The two moonblades were flying rapidly, the distance between the two moonblades was less than half a meter in the air.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the two moonblades accurately struck the neck of the grass puppet.

"It's..." Fang Zheng's pupils shrank, a bad premonition emerging from his heart.

In the next moment, the students slowly opened their mouths wide as they put on astonished expressions.

They saw the grass puppet's head slowly tilted to one side, then fell from its neck and fell to the ground.

With a reflection, it rolled 2 to 3 meters away.

Fang Yuan had decapitated the grass puppet!

This result had exceeded the expectations of everyone on the field.

"Is this luck or skill?" The academy elder frowned.

This doubt floated in the hearts of the other students. For a moment, the entire training ground fell silent.

"How did this happen..." The Fang Zheng.

He looked at Fang Yuan blankly, the surging emotions in his heart instantly descending, falling far to the lowest point.

Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes, acting as if he was oblivious to the gazes that befell him from the crowd.

Geck, tok...

Under the blue sky and white clouds, a group of parrots suddenly flapped their wings and flew through the air.

They dragged their incredible peacock tails, long and slender, clucking in the air as they flew playfully.

Fang Yuan stood in the middle of the training field, looking up. Under the bright sunlight, the colorful feathers of the birds were increasingly dazzling and beautiful.

His expression was indifferent, as if the person who had just decapitated the grass puppet was not himself.

'Ah, the light of spring is truly dazzling...' He breathed in his heart.