Fang Family

"Enough staring. Big Sister's talent is beyond anything we can compare to. We share the same Fang surname, so why is the gap between people this enormous? We're still fumbling around in the Technique Realm, while Big Sister has already reached the sixth level of the physical body, the Inner Breath Realm." Fang Hong draped an arm around Fang Xuan's shoulders and spoke enviously.

The third level of the physical body was the Technique Realm, where one improved bodily coordination through practicing all kinds of techniques. The sixth level, the Inner Breath Realm, involved cultivating one's inner breath. One's Divine Strength was unmatched, granting the strength of a thousand jin, with force like a galloping horse.

There were more than thirty Fang Family disciples practicing in Myriad Phenomena Garden, both men and women. They gathered in twos and threes, each finding an open spot, but at the very center of the Martial Arts Practice Field stood Fang Qingxue in white, and no one dared approach her.

One reason was that they felt ashamed of their own inferiority; the other was that they simply did not dare get close.

Fang Qingxue, dressed in white, looked exceedingly delicate. Yet when she practiced the Pine Crane Longevity Fist, her clothes billowed violently, and her body moved like a swimming fish, like a dragon. Especially with that recent Crane Dance in the Sky, her single punch forcibly compressed the surrounding air into a momentary vacuum. The blue stone floor beneath her three-inch golden lotus feet cracked outward in a spiderweb pattern.

If such a punch landed on a person, its result was unimaginable. Fang Xuan suspected it could directly blow him apart.

Fang Xuan slapped away Fang Hong's arm from his shoulder, his face full of disgust. "You reek of sweat. Stay away from me."

"Pfft, aren't you the same? Let's go. I'm not practicing anymore. My whole body aches. I'm heading back to take a bath and grab something to eat. I heard Star Plucking Pavilion hired a new chef who's especially good at cooking fish. Want to try it?" Fang Hong asked.

"No, my mother told me to come home for dinner." Fang Xuan shook his head.

"Alright, then I'll be going first."

"Mm."

After Fang Hong left, Fang Xuan wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel. He looked once more at Fang Qingxue, who was still cultivating meticulously at the center of the Martial Arts Practice Field, his gaze filled with emotion.

Fang Qingxue—the Reincarnation of Lightning Mother!

Eternal Life was an incomparably vast world, with All Heavens and myriad realms scattered like stars.

The Immortal Realm stood high above all else. It was the origin of All Heavens and myriad realms, a world countless cultivators desperately wished to enter.

Below it came many great worlds, such as the God Realm, Buddha Realm, Dragon Realm, Ghost Realm, Treasure Realm, Law Realm, Martial Realm, Book Realm, and more.

Among them were even Immortal Kings seated in power, though that had been during the ancient era.

During the ancient era, Immortal Kings emerged in great numbers: the Creation Immortal King, Origin Immortal King, and Truth Immortal King of the Immortal Realm.

The World Free King Buddha of the Buddha Realm.

The Progenitor Saint King of the God Realm.

The Primordial Ancestral Dragon of the Dragon Realm.

The Primal Demon Lord of the Demon Realm.

And some other hidden Immortal Kings as well.

These Immortal Kings stood above all. Deathless and indestructible, even if heaven and earth returned to chaos, it would merely mean they had grown a year older.

Just thinking about it stirred one's heart.

He had let his thoughts wander too far. At present, Fang Xuan was merely a small fry at the third level of the physical body, the Technique Realm. Even that was only because he had built up his body's foundation through deer antler and ginseng every two days, a black-boned chicken every three days, and all sorts of tonics.

Fortunately, he had transmigrated into the Fang Family, the foremost family of Dragon Abyss Province in the Great Li Dynasty. If he had been an ordinary commoner outside, leaving aside martial cultivation techniques, he could not even afford all these tonics.

"Poor scholars, rich warriors" was no empty saying.

Shaking his head, Fang Xuan strode out of Myriad Phenomena Garden. Along the way, every servant who saw him stopped and bowed respectfully, not daring to show the slightest impropriety. Only after Fang Xuan had gone did they dare continue their work.

What an evil old society!

"Hyah!"

A clear voice rang out. From around the corner, Fang Qingwei rode over on a tall, snow-white horse, followed by a group of servants.

Seated atop the white horse, Fang Qingwei had a cold and noble bearing. Her exposed swanlike neck was exceptionally fair, though her eyes were set a little too high—practically on her forehead.

I should've known better than to take this road. Fang Xuan grumbled inwardly.

He then bowed. "Greetings, Second Sister."

Fang Qingwei did not dismount. Looking down at Fang Xuan, she drew in the golden riding crop in her hand and said, "Thirteenth Brother, have you just returned from Myriad Phenomena Garden?"

Thirteenth, my ass. Your whole family is thirteenth.

"Second Sister's Wisdom Eye is sharp. Your little brother was just about to return and bathe," Fang Xuan said.

Fang Qingwei frowned. "No wonder you smell of sweat. Practice properly from now on. Do not tarnish the Fang Family's reputation."

"Second Sister's reprimand is correct."

"Go on, then."

"Your little brother takes his leave."

With that, he stepped aside and let Fang Qingwei ride past.

Fang Xuan felt no dissatisfaction. After all, she was the Fang Family's second young miss, deeply favored by the family, and her cultivation talent was excellent as well. She had already reached the peak of the fourth level of the physical body, the Suppleness Realm, only one step away from the Divine Strength Realm.

Upon reaching the Divine Strength Realm, one would possess the strength of a thousand jin, with force like a galloping horse.

He could not compare. He simply could not compare.

But thinking of Fang Qingwei's future fate, Fang Xuan could not help sighing at the unpredictability of destiny. She had been dealt an unbeatable hand, yet somehow played it into complete ruin.

That was Fang Han—the cheat-powered Fang Han, the reincarnation of the Gate of Eternal Life's artifact spirit, the beloved son of this world. No, he should be called its beloved father. Or perhaps its beloved mother. Damn it, he was this world's daddy.

If Fang Qingwei had truly married Fang Han, she would have won without lifting a finger!

What a pity. What a pity indeed.

"I should find another chance to get close to Fang Han and see whether I can show him a little favor. That's a thigh to cling to—a particularly thick one," Fang Xuan muttered.

Compared to the other old demons, Old Demon Fang might eat people, but he upheld the principle of repaying every meal and avenging every slight.

Every opponent of his would be devoured, while every one of his subordinates would receive immense benefits.

If he handled his relationship with Fang Han, Old Demon Fang, well, becoming an Immortal King might be uncertain, but becoming a Heavenly Monarch would be guaranteed.

A Heavenly Monarch!

An existence that shattered free from every restraint of heaven, earth, cosmos, order, and law. Even if the universe were destroyed and returned to chaos, one could still survive.

At the thought, Fang Xuan felt an urge to hurry over and grovel before Old Demon Fang. Rather than painstakingly train here, he might as well lie flat.

"But who says I don't have a Golden Finger too?" Fang Xuan thought inwardly.

Feeling the countless Bright Points of varying sizes within his sea of consciousness, Fang Xuan's heart burned with excitement.

When he had first transmigrated here, Fang Xuan had truly wanted to immediately cling to a powerful thigh. But after learning about his Golden Finger, ambition had gradually begun to grow.

What others can do, I can do as well.

Eternal Life! Perhaps I can achieve it too.

"Mother, I'm back!" Fang Xuan called loudly.

Then, with practiced ease, he rushed toward the kitchen. Sure enough, amid the smoke and fire, a woman who looked to be in her thirties was busy at the stove.

"Greetings, Young Master." The maid tending the fire and chopping vegetables hurriedly rose and bowed.

Fang Xuan waved his hand, then leaned toward the stove. His right hand reached toward the basin beside it, where fried Silver Qiao Fish had already been prepared.

Smack~

As chopsticks struck the back of his hand, Zhao Xuemei scolded, "No manners."

Zhao Xuemei was the mother of this body. Originally just a maid, she had spent one night with the family head when he was drunk and was subsequently elevated to the position of concubine.

She had a gentle temperament and never fought or competed with anyone. Every day, what she loved most was coming up with new ways to prepare all kinds of delicious food for Fang Xuan.