Bring it on!

In the ten thousand-acre spiritual field under the jurisdiction of Qingyun Mountain's Dao Gate, there appeared a famous foodie.

For the past two months, Fang Xing had been eating more than ten catties of meat every day, not to mention other foods like rice, fruits, various alcoholic beverages, and occasionally buying some nourishing medicinal herbs to nurture his body. In this environment, Wang Zhi and four other Dao disciples followed Fang Xing, eating heartily and gaining a rosy complexion, fat and strong, with even their bellies protruding and their chins doubling up.

However, Fang Xing didn't gain weight, in fact, he became somewhat leaner.

Now his physique looked fragile, like a piece of paper, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

But his eyes became very bright, his mental state extremely good, every move filled with a sense of strength.

"The Qingyun Cultivation Scripture is indeed extraordinary. I've only been practicing for two months, yet I've undergone such a change. It's no wonder my nine uncles claimed to be top-notch experts in the martial world, but were cleanly killed by a single eagle and a sword..."

Beside the medicinal field in the mountain forest, Fang Xing sat in front of a campfire, staring absent-mindedly at a wild rabbit roasting on the fire.

Over the past two months of indulgence in eating and drinking, Fang Xing had squandered all the silver coins he had scavenged from the other Dao disciples' hands long ago. What to do without money?

He couldn't really let these guys go sell themselves, and with his bear-like appearance, he doubted anyone would buy him.

So, Fang Xing often took a few Dao disciples to hunt in the nearby mountain forest. There were many wild beasts around Qingyun Mountain, and as long as one had the ability, they could catch some to improve their lives.

Fortunately, after he cultivated a bit of spiritual energy, Fang Xing felt that his senses were sharper, his reactions faster, and even his strength had increased significantly.

He would often pick up a handful of small stones and when he spotted a hare or pheasant flying up, he would throw the stones, hitting them every time within thirty zhang (around 90 feet).

There was even one time when Fang Xing encountered a wild wolf alone. After being bitten twice, he managed to grab the wolf's tail, jump onto its back, and with a flurry of punches, beat it to death.

When Fang Xing carried a dead wild wolf back to the wooden house on his small body, Wang Zhi and the others were almost scared out of their wits.

Since then, Fang Xing had become like a god in their hearts, and each of them was close to swearing loyalty to him.

Fang Xing was also good to them, not diminishing his heroic nature despite his young appearance.

"Good food to eat together, good wine to drink together. If you can't drink, pinch your nose and chug it down."

Now, the title "Big Brother Fang" was deeply rooted in the hearts of the five Dao disciples, no longer just a verbal title.

"My spiritual power can now successfully circulate a cycle. I wonder if it counts as reaching the first level of Spiritual Awakening!"

Muttering to himself, Fang Xing pondered. According to the rules of Qingyun Mountain's Dao Gate, if a Dao disciple reached the first level of Spiritual Awakening, they could be promoted to an outer disciple, raising their status by one level. They wouldn't have to mess around in this medicinal field anymore. There were also some other benefits, but the Qingyun Qigong Scripture mentioned how to cultivate, but not how to divide levels of cultivation.

Because of this, Fang Xing didn't know what level he was at now.

"Big Brother Fang, we've picked up some firewood..."

Not far away, behind a row of pine trees, Wang Zhi came over with a smile, carrying a bundle of dry firewood on his shoulder.

Normally, they couldn't leave the spiritual field unattended. So, the five Dao disciples took turns accompanying Fang Xing to hunt. This time, Wang Zhi and another disciple, Little Freckle, went to gather firewood when they found it was running out. They had just returned.

When Fang Xing heard about this incident, even Little Freckle looked worried, his face turning pale.

"Scared of what? I'll go back and take a look!"

Fang Xing disdainfully threw away the grass roots in his hand and ordered Wang Zhi to wrap up the roasted wild rabbit in leaves.

In front of the third spiritual field, three Daoists were coldly staring at them as they emerged from the forest, their faces dark as if they could wring water out of them.

Among them, the leader, in particular, had a malicious smirk on his face, squinting his small green eyes.

"So it's this guy?"

Fang Xing was amused when he saw him from afar.

This leading Daoist turned out to be the fat Daoist who had been scolded by Fang Xing in front of the mountain gate back then. His surname was Yu, called Yu Sanliang, an outer disciple of the Dao Gate. The other two were Dao disciples, brought over temporarily by the fat Daoist to show some presence.

"Hehe, it's time for duty, but you guys are sneaking around in the woods. You really have guts! Believe it or not, I'll report to the Medicinal Affairs Hall and you'll all be in big trouble!" The fat Daoist saw Fang Xing from afar, his fat face trembling, and sneered, "Especially you, just entered the sect a few days ago? Openly violating the sect rules, do you want to be expelled?"

The fat Daoist was somewhat pleased with himself. He wasn't part of the Medicinal Affairs Hall but the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall, basically doing odd jobs and running errands. This time he had received an order from above to come to the medicinal field and handle some matters. Suddenly, he remembered that he had sent a kid here three months ago and wanted to see if the kid had been punished badly, seizing the opportunity to vent his three-month-old anger.

"Oh, it's Brother Zhu? I'm Brother Yu..."

Fang Xing walked over with a smile, mockingly instructing the little Dao disciples to help the fat Daoist sit down.

"Nonsense, who's surnamed Zhu? I'm Brother Yu..." The fat Daoist's fat face trembled, pointing at Fang Xing and scolding.

Fang Xing, still smiling, assessed the fat Daoist and calculated how to deal with him. Just then, he suddenly felt a strange piece of information appearing in his mind: "First level of Spiritual Awakening, physically weak, quantity of spiritual energy in meridians..."

It was information about the fat Daoist's cultivation level, his overall state of cultivation, all appearing in Fang Xing's mind.

"This treasure can even assess someone's cultivation level?"

Fang Xing couldn't help but be surprised, his face changing.

The fat Daoist, seeing Fang Xing's expression change, thought he was afraid and immediately became extremely pleased, waving his fat hand in front of his face and sneering, "What? Scared, huh? Kneel down and kowtow to me a few times, and I might spare you this time..."

Fang Xing's expression fluctuated, slowly circling around the fat Daoist twice.

The fat Daoist, feeling uncomfortable being stared at, shouted, "What are you trying to do, you little rabbit? Believe it or not, I'll slap you flying with one hand!"

Fang Xing suddenly jumped up, slapped the fat Daoist in the face, and shouted, "Slap your grandpa! Who told you to come here and show off your power in the Medicinal Affairs Hall's territory? I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

He then kicked the fat Daoist's bent leg hard, causing him to fall to the ground uncontrollably. Fang Xing then stepped on his back.

"You, a Miscellaneous Affairs Hall member, dare to flaunt your power in the Medicinal Affairs Hall's territory? This is for you!" Fang Xing shouted, punching and slapping, raining blows down on him, as if beating a dead pig.

The fat Daoist wailed, tears and snot flowing together, trying to use his spiritual energy to push Fang Xing away.

Little did he expect that Fang Xing's spiritual energy also surged, neutralizing his protective spiritual energy, and Fang Xing continued to beat him mercilessly.