Profound Yellow Great World

Great Li Dynasty.

Dragon Abyss Province.

Within the Myriad Phenomena Garden of the Inner Residence of the Fang Family, the foremost great clan.

Early in the morning, countless Fang Family disciples had already begun cultivating and training in martial arts. Grunts and shouts rang without pause. Servants passing through the distant manor gates wore envious expressions before hurrying on. Anyone who slowed even slightly might be hacked down outright by the guards on either side, who held Blood-colored Long Sabers.

The Fang Family rules stated: servants caught secretly learning martial arts... death.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fist winds howled, shaking the air.

These Fang Family disciples moved with agility, like vicious tigers hunting sheep, lions pouncing on wild bulls, eagles striking white rabbits, cranes standing atop pine peaks...

Their entire bodies moved in unison with their waists and hips, nimble and dexterous.

Their spinal columns arched like drawn bows, and their fists shot forth like arrows. The sounds of air splitting made ears ring.

At the very center of the Martial Arts Practice Field stood a middle-aged man in a large purple robe. He was nine feet tall, imposing and majestic, his back straight as a sword or spear. He seemed like a mountain bearing down upon them; even from far away, he made breathing feel heavy.

"Giant Spirit Hand" Fang Tong.

His name resounded throughout the martial world, famous north and south of the great river. Countless young martial artists dreamed of weeping and begging to take him as their master.

"Pine and crane bring long life. Our Fang Family ancestor received the Pine Crane Longevity Fist from an Immortal of the Yuhua Sect. It is among the finest body-tempering techniques in the world, unlike those mixed martial arts practiced in the martial world. They may appear powerful, but they damage one's foundation and leave behind countless hidden injuries. Once old age comes, those injuries erupt all at once, leaving one miserable in their later years.

"The Pine Crane Longevity Fist is not only immensely powerful, but can also nourish the body. Even if you cannot enter that mysterious Mystic Divine Realm, it can still prolong your life. You must all learn it well."

"Giant Spirit Hand" Fang Tong's voice was not loud, yet it sounded like thunder in everyone's ears.

After speaking, he made a grasping motion with his right hand. His spinal column straightened, the muscles on both sides trembling. Accompanied by the shriek of tearing air, both hands formed claws and gripped at empty space.

Hiss~

With a soft sound, all ten fingers sank directly into the Blue Granite before him, as easily as if he were gripping tofu.

The Fang Family disciples before him all revealed worshipful expressions. That was Blue Granite, hard as iron. Even a blade might not leave a mark on it, yet he had crushed it with his bare hands.

"This is Crane Claw Imprints Sand. One strike can shatter a man's tendons and bones."

Whoosh~

His arms swept sideways, a vicious wind cutting through the air.

"This move is called White Crane Spreads Wings."

His five fingers gripped the ground, the muscles in his legs quivering lightly as his whole body rose into the air. In an instant, he retreated dozens of steps.

"This move is called White Crane in the Clouds."

"Giant Spirit Hand" Fang Tong continuously changed techniques, demonstrating the Pine Crane Longevity Fist. His movements were as nimble as a starving tiger pouncing on sheep or an eagle striking the heavens, and within the balance of hard and soft, he unleashed enormous power in an instant.

Even the fiercest beasts of the forest could not compare to his savagery. The immense force carried by those repeated air-splitting sounds turned the faces of the watching Fang Family disciples pale, though their eyes burned with fervor.

Pairs of eyes shone brightly, their gazes unwavering, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

"So powerful."

In the center of the crowd, Fang Xuan's eyes blazed with heat. When his gaze fell upon the Blue Granite that had been smashed to pieces, his heart beat even faster.

This is only the Body Tempering Realm. How powerful must Mystic Divine Realm cultivators, immortals, and eternal beings be? Fang Xuan thought.

The youth was named Fang Xuan. He had originally been nothing more than an ordinary office worker on Earth. Who would have thought that after waking from a single night's sleep, he would arrive in this great world and become a concubine-born son of the Fang Family in Dragon Abyss Province? A year had already passed.

Though he was merely a concubine-born son, the Fang Family governed itself strictly. Even great clans could not avoid certain unsavory affairs, but there would never be servants bullying their masters.

What a joke. A master was always a master. No matter how little favored he was, he was still a master. Any servant who dared bully a master would be beaten to death.

Fang Xuan had initially been delighted by the idea of transmigration. In his previous life, he had only been an office worker, laboring day after day in a 996 grind just to afford three meals. Now, he had directly become a member of a great clan. Though he was a concubine-born son, his monthly allowance was three hundred taels. Even if he did nothing, three hundred taels was enough for a month of eating, drinking, and enjoying himself.

Moreover, unlike legitimate sons, concubine-born sons did not bear the pressure of inheriting and building up the family business. They were also the patriarch's sons, and their main duty in the future was to produce heirs.

Tsk, tsk.

He had money to spend and wives assigned to him. This life was a hundred times better than any 996 schedule.

However, on the second day after transmigrating, Fang Xuan was completely dumbfounded. The Tenth Level of Body Refinement, the Mystic Divine Realm, the Fang Family of Dragon Abyss...

This was the Profound Yellow Great World of Eternal Life!

Everyone dreamed of immortality, something that existed only in novels, but the moment he thought of the brutal rules where the strong devoured the weak in the world of Eternal Life, he shuddered to the bone.

This world was far too terrifying...

"Official ranks have nine grades and eighteen levels. The first grade is Chancellor, while the ninth grade is a local inspector. Our cultivation of the body, however, is divided into ten levels.

First level: Nourishing Life.

Second level: Strength Training.

Third level: Technique.

Fourth level: Hard and Soft.

Fifth level: Divine Power.

Sixth level: Breath.

Seventh level: Internal Fortification.

Eighth level: Divine Valor.

Ninth level: Spirit Communication.

Tenth level: Divine Transformation."

"Giant Spirit Hand" Fang Tong's voice rang like a great bell, making everyone's eardrums ache faintly.

"If you can train your body to the tenth level, Divine Transformation, then even five horses cannot tear your corpse apart. Back then, one of our Fang Family ancestors was captured by enemy troops and sentenced to the torture of being torn apart by five horses. Yet our ancestor unleashed the strength of his entire body, pulled all five horses to the ground, and fled at full speed. That is the power of the tenth level, Divine Transformation."

"However, do not think the ten levels of the Body Tempering Realm are the limit. This is only the beginning. Our Fang Family ancestor once received instruction from an Immortal of the Yuhua Sect, so unlike other families, we know that above the Body Tempering Realm lies the Mystic Divine Realm. Only by casting off the shackles of the flesh and entering the Mystic Divine Realm can you truly stand above the world, rank alongside kings and nobles, and bring glory to our Fang Family."

No one asked what the Mystic Divine Realm was. Among the Fang Family disciples, the Mystic Divine Realm was not some secret. They had been told of it from the moment they began practicing martial arts, and it served as a goal for everyone.

"Our Fang Family disciples must cultivate diligently. Those with superior aptitude who train hard may ascend to immortality. If you can reach the fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm, Divine Power, you will qualify to participate in the Immortal Feather Sect's examination. If you pass, you may hope to become immortal. This is the immortal opportunity our Fang Family ancestor obtained. Otherwise, why do you think the Fang Family is the foremost clan in Dragon Abyss Province?" "Giant Spirit Hand" Fang Tong said proudly.

His thunderous voice echoed throughout the Myriad Phenomena Garden. The Fang Family disciples were flushed with excitement, their expressions proud and animated.

The Fang Family patriarch was the Dragon Abyss Province Governor-General. A century ago, the Fang Family ancestor came from the Yuhua Sect, one of the ten great immortal sects, and later followed the Great Li Dynasty Founding Martial Emperor in pacifying the realm.

Dragon Abyss Province, where hidden dragons lay in the depths, had originally been the capital of the previous dynasty. After the Great Li Dynasty was founded, it had initially intended to establish its capital here, but Dragon Abyss was too damp and watery, so the plan was ultimately abandoned.

The Great Li Dynasty ruled by the virtue of fire. Li belonged to fire, and fire was suppressed by water, making Dragon Abyss unsuitable as the capital. Thus, the capital was established in Li Capital to the south.

Yet the imperial court handed this ancient former capital over to the Fang Family, showing how much trust it placed in them.

From another perspective, it also showed the Fang Family's power and background.

"Giant Spirit Hand" Fang Tong changed the subject and continued, "But if your aptitude is poor and you still refuse to cultivate diligently, and you never reach the realm of Divine Power in your entire life, then you can only manage the Fang Family's properties, apothecaries, pawnshops, and other businesses, living out a stable life. A hundred years later, the outstanding disciples of our Fang Family will already have become immortals, while you will be buried beneath the yellow earth. Another hundred years after that, even your ashes will likely be gone."

His words were like a basin of cold water thrown over everyone. Yes! Without hard work, they could only manage the family estate. Though they could enjoy all the wealth and splendor of the mortal world, an ordinary person's life lasted no more than a fleeting hundred years. How could that compare to the freedom of becoming immortal and living forever? A hundred years was merely enough for a few periods of secluded cultivation.

Which was better and which was worse was obvious at a glance.