Blood of a Mythical Beast?

Fang Xing was nervous. He knew that the [Scripture of the Revered Spirit] was mysterious and its ability that allowed him to convert Jing into Qi without restraint would be enough to cause anyone—even this white-haired youth—to covet it. Furthermore, the gap between their levels of cultivation was too wide, and this man could easily send Fang Xing to his death with a single finger. The difference was so great that Fang Xing wouldn’t be able to see a glimpse of survival even if he fought with all that he had.

However, the white-haired youth unexpectedly only let out a quiet sigh. “There are still some flaws with the recruitment methods used by the Qing-Yun Sect. How did someone with such a peculiar physique like yours end up as a D-Ranked disciple in the outer court? Even I myself only found out about this by chance.”

“Physique?” Fang Xing asked, curious. “What do you mean my physique?”