Chapter 6087: How Do You Cultivate?

At this moment, Yin Wushang's Physical Body gradually recovered, his face pale.

"You… why did you injure me?!" Yin Wushang gritted his teeth and pointed angrily at Xiao Fan.

"I felt like it, is that not allowed?" Xiao Fan stood with his hands behind his back, staring coldly at Yin Wushang.

"I let you escape earlier, and now I have struck you with a sword; are you unconvinced?"

"You, you, you… Xiao Fan! You are going too far!!" Yin Wushang roared.

"Yin Wushang, hold your tongue." At this moment, the Ancestor of the Xuanyin Ancient Clan shouted in rebuke.

He still felt lingering fear; as long as Yin Shenyue was fine, it did not matter that Xiao Fan had injured Yin Wushang.

By comparison, Yin Wushang's value was far inferior to Yin Shenyue's.

"Old Ancestor, I…" Yin Wushang gritted his teeth and silently lowered his head.

"Xiao Fan, you are very strong." Yin Shenyue let out a breath and put away the Magical Artifact in her hand.

"You have won."

Saying that, Yin Shenyue turned and stepped off the Arena.

"I am indeed very strong." Xiao Fan grinned and scanned the other Prodigies of the Xuanyin Ancient Clan.

"Is there anyone else who wants to fight? If there is! Then come up and spar!" Xiao Fan said with a smile.

There was silence.

Xiao Fan had defeated the Young Lord Yin Shenyue, so naturally, no one dared to continue fighting him.

That would be purely asking for trouble.

"So quiet? Are you all afraid?" Xiao Fan smiled faintly.

The surroundings remained silent.

"Sigh… what cowards." Xiao Fan sighed lightly.

Even with Xiao Fan's provocation, none of the Xuanyin Ancient Clan's Prodigies went up to the stage.

Wu Tongtian was very satisfied with this result.

"Old Ancestor of the Xuanyin, what do you think of our junior?" Wu Tongtian asked with a smile, looking at the Ancestor of the Xuanyin Ancient Clan.

"Very good, very strong…" The Ancestor of the Xuanyin Ancient Clan nodded.

"He is average, just a bit stronger than the Prodigies of your Xuanyin Ancient Clan."

"…"

In this battle, Xiao Fan successfully established his prestige and easily suppressed the group of Prodigies from the Xuanyin Ancient Clan.

By now, the Old Ancestor of the Xuanyin had a clear idea in his mind.

Regarding the matter of the Imperial Mausoleum, Immortal Emperor Wuliang had contacted the major ancient clans, hoping they could send people in to stop the people of Immortal King Ting Yue.

Naturally, the various ancient clans dared not refuse the words of Immortal Emperor Wuliang.

But now, the Old Ancestor of the Xuanyin had to carefully consider the matter.

The strength displayed by Xiao Fan alone was enough to make the Prodigies of the Xuanyin Ancient Clan feel unreachable.

Moreover, when the Imperial Mausoleum opened later, Yin Shenyue would not be able to enter.

If other Prodigies of the Xuanyin Ancient Clan entered and became enemies with the people of Immortal King Ting Yue, they would only be slaughtered.

Thinking of this, the Old Ancestor of the Xuanyin already had a decision in his heart.

"Is there anyone left who wants to fight?" Xiao Fan stood on the Arena and yawned.

"I am getting sleepy from waiting…"

"Hehehe… Lord Wu, shall we call it a day? We have lost." The Old Ancestor of the Xuanyin laughed.

"Lost? Very well." Wu Tongtian smiled and nodded.

"Young Friend Xiao, you are very strong." The Old Ancestor of the Xuanyin smiled.

"Senior, you overpraise me; I am just averagely strong." Xiao Fan smiled and cupped his hands at the Old Ancestor of the Xuanyin.

"Hahahaha… everyone, I have prepared a banquet, let us gather properly afterward." The Old Ancestor of the Xuanyin laughed.

A moment later…

Xiao Fan and the others followed the Old Ancestor of the Xuanyin into the banquet hall of the Xuanyin Ancient Clan.

The Old Ancestor of the Xuanyin ordered people to prepare a sumptuous feast.

Xiao Fan and the others ate heartily, without any reservation.

During this time, the way Yin Shenyue looked at Xiao Fan was very strange.

The Old Ancestor of the Xuanyin would occasionally send a Voice Transmission to Yin Shenyue.

The various experts of the Xuanyin Ancient Clan looked at Xiao Fan with strange expressions.

They were all very curious about how exactly Xiao Fan cultivated; he was clearly only in the Illusion Immortal Realm, yet his strength was so formidable.

The few disciples of Immortal King Ting Yue who were previously at odds with Xiao Fan also gathered around Xiao Fan, wanting to befriend him.

Xiao Fan did not mind this at all, his face indifferent.

"Brother Xiao, how do you Cultivate?"