550: Chapter 550 He came with power, the power to suppress everything.

Fuyao Tower Headquarters.

The council hall was brightly lit.

More than a dozen high-ranking members of Fuyao Tower gathered in one place, and several old Cultivators who rarely showed their faces were also seated in the upper seats.

At this moment, what was placed in front of everyone was not some rare treasure or Magical Artifact.

It was just a copy.

A copy of a Cultivation Technique brought back personally by Shen He.

Yet, these few thin pages of paper made the atmosphere in the entire council hall turn scorching hot.

Some flipped through it again and again, their eyes growing brighter the more they read.

Some closed their eyes to deduce, their fingertips tapping lightly on the table, a look of shock gradually appearing between their brows.

Others simply stood up and paced back and forth, the excitement on their faces almost impossible to suppress.

"Wonderful."

"Simply wonderful!"

A white-bearded old man slammed the copy shut, a brilliant light bursting from his eyes.

His name was Lu Guanlan, an old Cultivator with very high seniority in Fuyao Tower, who had always been obsessed with the deduction of Cultivation Techniques.

Usually, he remained in seclusion and did not come out, but today he was the first person to arrive at the council hall.

"The path this Cultivation Technique takes is completely different from what we practice."

"If we can fully comprehend it, taking another step forward might not be a delusion!"

Another person couldn't help but nod.

This person was named Xu Xuantong, who was in charge of most of the cultivation classics within Fuyao Tower and had always been cautious, but at this moment, he could not hide the burning heat in his eyes.

"Indeed."

"After the ninth level of the Cultivator Realm, the path ahead has been cut off for many years, and the Tianren Realm has almost become nothing but a legend."

"Yet in this Cultivation Technique, there happens to be a new path."

"That old fellow Fan Yuan, how long had he even been cultivating before he could consecutively behead Zhou Buqi and Huo Qingyang?"

"If we could obtain the complete Cultivation Technique..."

Before he finished speaking, the council hall went silent for a moment.

Complete Cultivation Technique.

These four words were like a hook, making everyone's heart itch.

But soon, another cold snort sounded.

"Complete Cultivation Technique?"

The person speaking had a gloomy face, sitting on the right side, his fingers gripping the armrest tightly.

This person was named Zhao Chengyue, who was very close to Zhou Buqi on ordinary days.

Zhou Buqi had operated within Fuyao Tower for many years; although he couldn't be counted as a top leader, he was involved in many interests in the shadows, and Zhao Chengyue had a share in some of them.

Now that Zhou Buqi was dead, and even had his head cut off by Fan Yuan in public.

It was naturally impossible for him not to have a reaction.

"Have you all forgotten?"

"Fan Yuan killed two of our ninth-level Cultivators."

"Zhou Buqi, Huo Qingyang."

"They just died like that."

"Their bodies haven't even gone cold yet, and you are already here talking about recruitment, talking about Cultivation Techniques."

He swept a cold gaze over everyone.

"Does Fuyao Tower still want its face or not?"

In the council hall, there was another silence.

Subsequently, someone chuckled softly.

"Face?"

That person sat on the left, his figure thin, but his eyes were extremely bright.

He was called Gu Hanshan.

He came from a humble background but climbed to his current position through sheer ruthlessness, valuing cultivation and interests above all else.

"We who cultivate seek longevity, we seek the Tianren Realm, we seek to reach higher places."

"Since when has something like face become more important than the Realm?"

Zhao Chengyue turned his head abruptly, anger surging in his eyes.

"The one who died wasn't your person, so naturally you can speak lightly!"

"If it were someone from your sect who died today, could you still sit so calmly?"

Gu Hanshan said indifferently: "If his death could trade for a path to the Tianren Realm, I would personally collect his corpse."

Once these words were spoken, the expressions of many people in the council hall shifted slightly.

Cruel.

But also realistic.

Those who could sit here, who was truly some kind-hearted person?

Zhou Buqi was dead.

Huo Qingyang was dead.

This was certainly a loss.

But if it could be exchanged for a Cultivation Technique that pointed directly to a higher Realm, then those two lives didn't seem impossible to weigh.

For a time, the faces of the few people on Zhao Chengyue's side looked extremely ugly.

Someone wanted to retort, but found that they couldn't find words forceful enough.

Because they also knew clearly in their hearts.

Cultivators who have lived to this point fear not their enemies.

It is that the path ahead is cut off.

Now a ray of light had suddenly appeared on the path ahead.

Who would truly block that beam of light for the sake of two dead men?

At the head, a gray-robed old man who had not spoken yet finally raised his eyes.

He was Jiang Xuan, one of the few people in Fuyao Tower who could truly make final decisions.

He was of advanced age and very high seniority.

He usually didn't ask about trivial matters, but as long as he spoke, no one in the council hall dared to interrupt easily.

"Shen He."

"You have seen it with your own eyes."

"Can that sword really break through a Cultivator's True Qi?"

Everyone's gaze instantly fell upon Shen He.

Shen He sat in a lower position, his face still somewhat pale.

Even now, thinking back to the scene that happened in that mountain hollow, his fingertips still involuntarily felt cold.

Hearing the question, he was silent for a moment before slowly speaking:

"It is absolutely true."

"Zhou Buqi died too quickly."

"Huo Qingyang was the same."

"Their protective True Qi had almost no effect in front of that sword."

A low intake of breath sounded in the council hall.

Being able to break through protective True Qi.

Only Cultivators understood the weight of this sentence.

The reason Cultivators were superior to Martial Artists was because of their protective True Qi, and because they could not be easily harmed by ordinary swords and blades.

But if there was a sword that could cut through this layer of reliance—

Then the gap between Cultivators and Mortals would be forcibly erased by more than half.

Someone couldn't help but ask: "Where did he get such a divine weapon?"

Shen He was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"I do not know."

"But it should have something to do with the person behind him."

Everyone's gaze tightened.

"The person behind him?"

"Yes."

Shen He slowly exhaled.

"Fan Yuan calls him—Sir."

Sir.

When these two words fell, the council hall was silent for a time.

Cutting a tiger with a tree branch.

A divine Sharp Weapon.

And being able to allow a Loose Cultivator like Fan Yuan, who had been separated from Fuyao Tower for many years, to have his cultivation improve greatly in a short period of time.

He was definitely a Tianren without a doubt!

A moment later, someone shook their head and sighed softly:

"I didn't expect it, the legendary Tianren is actually hiding in a small town."

"Aren't all experts like that?" another person sneered, "The key is, what do we do now?"

"What do we do?"

Zhao Chengyue slowly put down his teacup, his voice gloomy.

"Fan Yuan cannot be left alone."

"He has a divine weapon in his hand, and that so-called Sir is standing behind him."

"If he dares to kill Zhou Buqi and Huo Qingyang today, he will dare to put his sword to everyone's necks tomorrow."

He scanned everyone, his tone becoming increasingly cold and hard.

"Rather than waiting for his wings to grow full, it is better to take him down now, kill him, and seize the sword!"

"Whether it is the divine weapon or the Cultivation Technique, they should all belong to Fuyao Tower!"

This sounded like every word was for the sake of Fuyao Tower.

But no one present was a fool.

Who didn't know that Zhao Chengyue was closest to Zhou Buqi?

In the end, he still wanted to avenge Zhou Buqi.

He just wrapped his personal grudge into the two words "the big picture."

Since everyone knew this, naturally no one wanted to respond.

At this moment, Gu Hanshan slowly spoke:

"I actually think Fan Yuan cannot be moved for the time being."

"Not only can he not be moved, he must be recruited back."

"Recruited back?"

Zhao Chengyue's face darkened.

"He killed Zhou Buqi, he killed Huo Qingyang, and instead of taking revenge, we are going to give him status and invite him back to the tower to be honored?"

"If this gets out, what face does Fuyao Tower have left?"

Gu Hanshan's expression was calm.

"Face is for outsiders to see."

"As long as the news doesn't spread, who will know that our Fuyao Tower has lost face?"

Zhao Chengyue was speechless for a moment.

Gu Hanshan continued:

"Fan Yuan is a Treasure Trove; recruiting him back allows us to continue squeezing out his value."

"The Cultivation Technique, the divine weapon, and the Sir behind him can all be slowly dug out."

"As for Zhou Buqi and Huo Qingyang—"

"Just silence those who know."

The council hall fell quiet.

This was cold, but realistic.

No one was in a hurry to retort anymore.

When the words fell, no one in the council hall refuted them.

Many people even nodded slowly.

Shen He sat on the side, watching this scene, and knew that this matter had already been decided.

Recruit Fan Yuan back to the tower.

Stabilize him.

Then squeeze out his value bit by bit.

It sounded sound indeed.

But for some reason, Shen He not only felt no peace in his heart, but instead felt a trace of unease.

These people had stood in high places for too long.

So long that only calculations remained in their eyes, so long that even the most basic awe had become dull.

They said they wanted to recruit Fan Yuan back.

But from beginning to end, not a single person had thought about whether Fan Yuan was willing to come back.

Nor had anyone truly thought about how much ability that "Sir" behind Fan Yuan possessed.

Shen He wanted to warn them.

But the words reached his lips and he slowly swallowed them back.

This was Fuyao Tower, after all.

A behemoth that had stood in Qingzhou for many years, comparable to the Xuandu Mansion and the Zhenyue Palace.

There were thousands of Cultivators and tens of thousands of Martial Artists in the tower, and who knew how many hidden trump cards there were in the shadows.

A Tianren was indeed terrifying.

But no matter how terrifying, what could he do?

If it really came to the point of mutual destruction, Fuyao Tower would pour out in full force; even if the immortals in the sky descended, they might not be able to drown them.

Thinking of this, the bit of unease in Shen He's heart was finally forcibly suppressed.

He lowered his eyes and did not speak again.

The matter was decided just like that.

At the head, Jiang Xuan was silent for a long time before finally raising his eyes slowly.

With just this one look, the council hall became completely quiet.

"Issue the order."

"The deaths of Zhou Buqi and Huo Qingyang will not be announced for the time being."

"Continue to seal off the matter of the tiger corpse at Zouma Lake."

"Silence those who witnessed it. Restrain those who know."

"As for Fan Yuan..."

Jiang Xuan's voice paused slightly, his gaze deep.

"Invite him back to the tower."

"Appoint him as an Elder of the Council, and have him enter the council hall."

The hall was quiet for a moment.

Being able to enter the council hall meant that Fan Yuan had truly returned to the table of power in Fuyao Tower.

It could be considered a step to the heavens.

Now, no one raised any objections.

Soon, one order after another was passed down from the Fuyao Tower headquarters.

A few days later.

Fan Yuan came in response to the summons.

Accompanying him was a young boy.