All Milfs are my disciple

Zi Xiao's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched Fang Ming charge at him without hesitation, a surge of killing intent wrapped tightly around the tip of his sword. The sheer decisiveness in Fang Ming's movements caught him completely off guard. Without wasting a second, Zi Xiao hastily circulated his Qi and raised both palms. A translucent wall of spiritual energy materialized before him, forming a protective shield. The surface shimmered faintly under the morning sun, like a pond rippling in a storm.

But it was too late.

Fang Ming's sword, infused with dense spiritual energy and fierce intent, moved faster than what Zi Xiao had anticipated. Before his defensive barrier could fully solidify, the sword was already upon him. A thunderous sound echoed across the sky as the tip of Fang Ming's blade struck the incomplete barrier. The impact caused a violent explosion of Qi, and a blinding light engulfed the area.

The resulting shockwave tore through the air, crashing down like a tempest upon the entire gathering. Dust and leaves scattered into the wind, and the weaker cultivators in the audience were immediately forced to their knees by the sheer weight of the energy. Only the elders, seated in dignified silence, remained unaffected. Their expressions remained calm, their gazes sharp, as they observed the clash without any sign of interference. Not one among them moved. Not one offered assistance.

Zi Xiao, on the other hand, was blasted backwards, his body flung through the air like a ragdoll caught in a hurricane. He crashed through several invisible layers of spiritual pressure before landing far in the distance—hundreds of meters away. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth as he skidded through the air and finally crashed onto the ground with a heavy thud, sending a cloud of dust billowing into the sky.

He groaned, pushing himself up slightly as his body trembled from the internal damage. His eyes, still filled with disbelief, locked onto the figure floating high in the air. Fang Ming stood with a calm yet imposing posture, his white robes fluttering gently in the breeze, his sword still radiating a sharp aura.

"Damn it…" Zi Xiao clenched his fists as blood dripped from his lips. His mind raced with confusion and alarm. This bastard... he doesn't seem like someone who's merely at the first level of the Saint Realm. Just what kind of cultivation method is he using? How the hell does someone cultivate this fast…?

His gaze narrowed, and a seed of dread began to sprout in his heart. If no one stops him… If he's left unchecked, this Fang Ming may one day become another variable. Another thorn in the side of the Heavenly Court's grand plan...

But before he could gather his breath or rally his strength, Fang Ming moved again.

He gave no warning, no pause for his enemy to recover.

With a swift flash of his blade, he dashed forward again, his sword gleaming under the sky like a falling star. Zi Xiao had no choice but to respond. Gritting his teeth, he summoned his spiritual energy once more, drawing his sword with a sharp motion. The clash resumed, blades meeting in midair, sparks flying with every collision. Sword Qi tore through the sky in countless arcs, creating rifts in the air itself as the two cultivators battled overhead like gods of war.

Their duel lasted for dozens of rounds, each exchange more intense than the last. Cultivators below watched in awe and fear, their hearts pounding as they witnessed a fight beyond their comprehension. Fang Ming's movements were precise, his strikes merciless. Zi Xiao, though experienced, was slowly being overwhelmed.

Finally, during the seventy-first exchange, Fang Ming unleashed a powerful strike that broke through Zi Xiao's weakened defense. The force of it sent Zi Xiao spiraling toward the ground. He slammed into the earth with a deafening crash, forming a crater beneath him as dust and debris scattered into the air. Blood flowed from his mouth and wounds, soaking into his robes.

Groaning, he slowly pushed himself up from the broken earth, his limbs trembling, body battered and bruised. His once-proud demeanor now looked haggard and defeated.

Floating in the air, Fang Ming looked down coldly, his sword still pointed downward. His face was devoid of emotion, yet the pressure he exuded was suffocating.

"Every person here," he began, his voice calm yet thunderous, echoing across the silent courtyard, "is or can be a future disciple of the Divine Palace. And we… do not sell our disciples."

His words fell like a divine decree. Every elder, every cultivator, even the outer disciples, felt the weight behind them. Zi Xiao, still kneeling and gasping for breath, lowered his gaze, his heart filled with humiliation and fury.

At that moment, a soft chime rang out in Fang Ming's consciousness.

[Ding!]

[It has been detected that because of your heroic act of saving Li Yao, her favorability toward you has increased.]

A translucent blue screen hovered in his vision, visible only to him.

[Name: Li Yao]

[Age: 22]

[Cultivation: Qi Gathering – 5th Level]

[Luck: Blue]

[Story: Her family was destroyed by a disciple of the Heavenly Court. The disciple, lustful toward her, proposed marriage. Her father refused. In retaliation, the disciple used his background to slaughter her entire family. Li Yao barely escaped with her life.]

[Bloodline: Phoenix Bloodline (Currently Inactive)]

[Favorability: ★★☆☆☆ – She admires your righteousness and is extremely thankful for saving her life and giving her new hope.]

Favorability Levels:

★ – Good impression

★★ – Admiration

★★★ – One of the most special people in her life

★★★★ – Deep love

★★★★★ – You are everything to them. Will do anything for you.

(Negative favorability means they are your enemy.)

Seeing the notification, a faint smile tugged at the corners of Fang Ming's lips. He glanced down toward the crowd below, eyes pausing briefly on the figure of Li Yao—her hands trembling, her eyes wide with emotion.

He chuckled softly to himself.

"It seems… my acting isn't that bad after all. It really seems to work."