The reason was very practical. Only with this martial art did he have a chance to shatter his fate and defy the heavens to change his destiny. Otherwise, he could only remain a lowly servant with no future in sight.
Had he been an ordinary man, muddling through life in a daze, it would have been one thing. But Fang Han was ambitious and fiercely independent.
Watching those Fang Family playboys spend every day drowning in luxury and extravagance, did he not like it? Did he not yearn for it?
Of course he did. That was why he wanted to become the master of his own fate, a powerful martial artist who could fight for wealth and power and enjoy a good life.
As for the possibility of death, Fang Han did not think the odds were high. He did not know whether it was because his talent was exceptional or his luck was good, but ever since he began cultivating, he had been improving at a rapid pace. He had encountered few obstacles and noticed no abnormalities.
He had even made plans already. Once the time was right, he would find an opportunity to fake his death and escape, leaving the Fang Family, perhaps even leaving Kaiyan County altogether to make his way in another city. In the future, he might even build a Fang Family of his own.
When he finished his breathing exercises, Fang Han looked at the little bottle, now completely empty. The secret medicine was being used up too quickly; he would have to go to the black market for more herbal ingredients again.
Compared with legitimate herbal merchants or pharmacies, herbal ingredients in the black market generally cost twenty or thirty percent more. There was no helping it. People who could not show their