“Junior Brother Jiang, do you still remember a disciple named Cao Zhen?”
That disciple spoke with a slightly complicated tone.
Cao Zhen?
How could Jiang Fan forget?
After all, he was Feng Guchan’s most beloved new disciple, a prodigy with a Spirit Root reaching Seventh Grade.
Regarded as the strongest newcomer in Green Cloud Sect at that time.
He was defeated by Jiang Fan in the subsequent rookie competition.
In a fit of anger, he left Green Cloud Sect.
Before leaving, he even vowed to make Green Cloud Sect regret it.
“What, has his cultivation greatly advanced, and now he’s showing off?” Jiang Fan asked.
That disciple sighed, “It’s more than just a great advancement in cultivation.”
“It’s simply rapid progress.”
“He has now become a Ninth Layer Foundation Establishment expert.”
Oh?
Jiang Fan was greatly surprised.
After just a few months, this person had already broken through to the Ninth Layer of Foundation Establishment.
He remembered that when Cao Zhen left Green Cloud Sect, he was only at the Sixth Layer of Foundation Establishment.
Such speed must have been due to encountering some great opportunity.
“He really has good luck,” Jiang Fan murmured.
A disciple hesitated and said, “Junior Brother Jiang, it’s obvious that Cao Zhen is coming for you.”
“Why not avoid him for now, and come back in a day or two.”
“We’ll all pretend we didn’t see you.”
“Otherwise, if he knows you’re back, he definitely won’t let it go, and he’ll surely give you trouble.”
Nowadays, with Cao Zhen having broken through to the Ninth Layer of Foundation Establishment, there were hardly any rivals for him in the entire Green Cloud Sect.
If he wanted to trouble Jiang Fan, no one could stop him.
Jiang Fan, however, gave a light smile, “Isn’t it delightful to have friends coming from afar?”
“How could I avoid an old acquaintance?”
He handed the carriage over to a few disciples, then with his hands behind his back, strode into the sect.
Leaving everyone with an elegant figure.
At the same time.
In the Sect Master Hall.
Cao Zhen, dressed in luxurious attire and wearing a jade crown, stood boldly.
With hands behind his back, he stood proudly in the center of the hall.
He glanced sideways at Tao Zhengjun, who was lying on the ground and wailing incessantly, and said indifferently:
“Once able to fight me for ten rounds.”
“Now, defeated in a single move.”
“Should I say you’re too weak to withstand a single blow,”
“or should I say that Sect Master Peak fails to cultivate talents?”
Both were newcomers.
But the difference in their current strength was as vast as heaven and earth.
Liu Wuchen’s face was dark and sullen.
Several elders of Green Cloud Sect sitting with him also looked grim.
Because, after Cao Zhen left Green Cloud Sect, he joined True Thunder Sect, and now represented True Thunder Sect.
An outer sect disciple so overwhelmingly crushing a disciple of their own sect.
As elders of their own sect, they were deeply embarrassed.
Of course, except for Feng Guchan.
“Cao Zhen, you can’t put it like that, Tao Zhengjun is a rare prodigy practicing dual cultivation of body and magic.”
“Even with casual cultivation, he wouldn’t be that weak.”
“It can only be said that Sect Master Peak is too disappointing.”
“They just squander talents.”