The Hanged Young Master of a Wealthy Family

Morning mist curled around Moon Lake in Yunyang when a scream tore through the tranquil dawn.

"Someone's dead!"

"Someone hanged himself!"

The shrill cries startled the roosting birds into flight, their wings flapping as they vanished into the night sky.

On a crooked willow by the shore of Moon Lake—

A corpse hung there, swaying in the wind like a dried salted fish.

A white-haired old man sat on the ground, his eyes filled with terror as he stared at the hanging body.

Suddenly, a white figure flashed through the woods like a ghost.

When she was still twenty or thirty meters from the corpse, she flicked her hand and sent out a streak of white light.

The rope snapped at once, and the body fell from the tree.

The white figure followed like a shadow, arriving beside the body in an instant and catching it.

"Gh... ghost!"

The old man screamed, rolled his eyes back, and fainted on the ground.

The first light of dawn appeared. Moon Lake shimmered with ripples, and sunlight fell upon the white figure.

She was no ghost at all, but a woman of peerless beauty.

Her skin was white as snow, her brows and eyes picturesque, and her bearing cool and aloof. With the morning light reflecting off her white robes in a hazy glow, she looked like an immortal maiden from the moon palace.

A trace of awkwardness flashed over the woman's face as she looked at the old man.

Then her gaze fell upon the corpse's face. He was a frail youth of no more than eighteen or nineteen.

"Hanging himself at such a young age?"

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly. She pressed a hand to the young man's chest, and her eyes lifted faintly.

"He's still alive!"

A gentle white glow lit up in her palm as she pressed down softly.

The young man's body jolted violently. He coughed out a breath and slowly opened his hazy eyes.

The woman suddenly looked up, her gaze sharp as lightning as she stared into the shadowy woods.

Whoosh!

A black shadow darted out and vanished after a few flashes.

"A Transforming Strength Practitioner!" she murmured, a sharp gleam flashing through her eyes.

Suddenly, the woman's body stiffened.

An icy hand touched her face. She slowly lowered her head and met a pair of unfocused yet delighted eyes.

"So beautiful!"

"Have I arrived in the immortal realm? How could there be such a beautiful woman in this world!"

The young man looked utterly entranced, his fingers unconsciously giving her cheek a light squeeze.

Slap!

The crisp sound of a slap echoed over Moon Lake.

Fang Mo instantly woke up, but darkness immediately swallowed his vision, and his last shred of consciousness sank away.

"Galactic Federation Bulletin: The Fourth Interstellar Expeditionary Army has discovered the largest known reserve of Blue Crystal Ore in the Wild Plains region of Zhiyuan Star, the Third Colonial Star. It is enough for the Federation to mine for centuries. The Federation has decided to establish a new city base and will recruit pioneering companies and large numbers of martial artists to participate in its construction and defense..."

"Yunyang Morning News: According to reliable sources, Luo Jiangyan, the super genius of Ningjiang Advanced Martial Academy and Yun Kong Martial Academy, has secretly arrived in Yunyang. Luo Jiangyan is known as the youngest Core Strength Practitioner. She has come to take part in Yunyang Martial Academy's major examination this June and select Martial Arts talents for Yun Kong Martial Academy..."

"Yunyang Entertainment Morning Post: Wealthy Young Master Hangs Himself at Moon Lake Fang Mo, eldest young master of Fang Group, hanged himself at Moon Lake early this morning. This young master has been called Yunyang's useless young master, possessing no martial artist Bone Structure. It was recently reported that his grades were so poor that the school advised him to withdraw, confirming his title as a useless young master. An informed source revealed that the reason for his suicide may have been the termination of his engagement by Qin Muxue, the genius young lady of the Qin Family, a Yunyang Martial Arts Family..."

Click!

Fang Mo turned off the television.

"It even made the news!"

He touched his bandage-wrapped neck and looked at the frail body reflected on the television screen, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"But you really were useless!"

In his mind floated an enormous ancient Bronze Mirror, releasing majestic divine light. Massive golden words emerged upon it.

[Innate Supernatural Ability: Practice Makes Perfect, Dao Achieves Itself]

Of all the myriad skills in the world, there are no mysterious secrets to them. Nothing else—only hands made familiar through practice!

Cooking: Beginner Practice (30/100)

Calligraphy: Beginner Practice (80/100)

Painting: Beginner Practice (20/100)

Dance: Beginner Practice (10/100)

Eight Brocades: Beginner Practice (20/100)

After Fang Mo woke up, he discovered that he had actually transmigrated.

He also discovered that an ancient Bronze Mirror he had picked up on the day of his transmigration had entered his mind and become a mysterious divine artifact.

It had even bestowed upon him an Innate Supernatural Ability.

Whether it was calligraphy, painting, or martial arts, as long as he practiced, his proficiency would increase and he could improve. It had nothing to do with Bone Structure, and nothing to do with comprehension!

The world he had transmigrated into was one where technology and martial arts were equally important.

Human technology had already left the planet behind and entered the age of interstellar colonization.

Martial arts flourished just as greatly.

For martial artists, splitting stone tablets and shattering rocks was ordinary. Powerful martial artists could sever mountains and rivers with a wave of their hands.

The whole populace practiced martial arts, and martial arts reigned supreme.

He had originally been a martial arts fanatic on Earth. To save a girl, he had stepped forward, only to be sent to this world by a thug's knife.

But the body he had transmigrated into was that of a useless weakling who could not even truss a chicken, dull-witted and incapable in both letters and martial arts.

Though he was the eldest young master of Fang Group, Yunyang's richest corporation, his father did not love him, his Lineage did not like him, his mother had died early, and his stepmother was vicious.

He had been expelled from the academy, then had his engagement broken off by his fiancée. He drowned his sorrows in alcohol.

For some reason, he had hanged himself from a tree by Moon Lake.

No matter how one looked at it, he was a pitiful character!

Click!

At that moment, the hospital room door was pushed open, and two people entered.

The one in front was a thin, dark old man in his fifties. His short gray-white hair was neatly groomed, and he wore a black traditional jacket. A faint smile rested on his face, while the arrogant bearing of a wealthy man showed through.

Behind him followed a middle-aged man in a black suit, carrying a black briefcase.

Fang Mo recognized both of them. The old man was Uncle He, the Lineage's steward, while the other was the lawyer responsible for handling the Lineage's legal affairs.

"Young Master, how are you feeling?" Uncle He asked with a smile.

Fang Mo looked at him calmly. Although this Uncle He called him Young Master, he had never truly respected him.

"I'm fine," Fang Mo replied flatly.

"That's good!" Uncle He seemed unconcerned by Fang Mo's attitude. He smiled faintly. "I came to see Young Master today, and also because there are some documents here that Young Master needs to sign!"

The lawyer stepped forward, took out the documents from his briefcase, and placed them before Fang Mo.

"This is a declaration. Young Master voluntarily gives up his inheritance rights to the Fang Family!" Uncle He clasped his hands behind his back, his voice calm. "Of course, there is another one. This is a hotel under the Lineage. Once you sign it, this hotel will belong to Young Master!"

"Are you driving me out?"

Fang Mo looked calmly at Uncle He.

Uncle He was somewhat surprised. Fang Mo was not angry at all; he seemed far too calm.

It seemed the blow this time had been too great. He was bent on dying!

"If Young Master insists on seeing it that way, that is not impossible!"

Uncle He looked at Fang Mo. The smile vanished from his face, replaced by an expression of regret.

"Young Master went too far this time and utterly disgraced the Fang Family. The Family Head and the old madam are both very angry. Being able to receive this hotel is already enough!"

Fang Mo took the hotel share certificate, glanced at it, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

The total investment in this hotel was only a few million.

One had to know that Fang Group was Yunyang's richest corporation, with a business worth tens of billions, and he was the first in line to inherit it. Yet now, all he was getting was a hotel worth only a few million.

And with that stepmother's temperament, would she really give him a hotel worth several million?

There was probably some hidden trick in this hotel waiting for him!