The Hanging Young Master of a Wealthy Family

The morning mist swirled around Moon Lake at Yunyang Martial Academy, when a shrill scream shattered the quiet dawn.

"Dead body!"

"Someone's hanged themselves!"

The piercing cry startled the roosting birds, sending them flapping their wings into the night sky.

On a crooked willow tree by the bank of Moon Lake.

A corpse hung, swaying in the breeze like a piece of dried salted fish.

An old man with white hair sat on the ground, his eyes filled with terror as he stared at the dangling body.

Suddenly, a white shadow streaked through the woods like a phantom.

While still twenty or thirty meters away, she flicked her hand, shooting out a beam of white light.

The rope snapped instantly, and the body plummeted from the tree.

The white shadow moved like a trailing spirit, reaching the corpse in an instant to catch the falling body.

"Gh-ghost!"

The old man shrieked, rolled his eyes back, and fainted on the spot.

As the first light of dawn appeared, the surface of Moon Lake shimmered, the sunlight spilling over the white shadow.

This was no ghost, but a woman of peerless beauty.

Her skin was as white as snow, her features as delicate as a painting, and her temperament cold and aloof. At this moment, the morning light reflected off her white robes, casting a soft glow that made her look like a fairy from the Moon Palace.

The woman looked at the old man, a flash of awkwardness crossing her face.

She immediately turned her gaze to the face of the corpse—a frail youth of no more than eighteen or nineteen years.

"Hanging himself at such a young age?"

The woman's delicate brows furrowed; she pressed her hand against the young man's chest, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"There is still a spark of life!"

Her palm glowed with a soft white light as she pressed down gently.

The young man's body jolted violently; he coughed up a breath and slowly opened his dazed eyes.

The woman suddenly looked up, her gaze sharp as lightning, piercing into the dark woods.

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

"A Hua Jin martial artist!" she whispered, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes.

Suddenly, the woman's body stiffened.

A cold hand touched her face. She slowly lowered her head to meet a pair of blurred, joyful eyes.

"So beautiful!"

"Have I reached the Immortal Realm? How could such a beautiful woman exist in the mortal world!"

The young man looked intoxicated, his fingers subconsciously giving a light squeeze.

A crisp sound of a slap echoed across Moon Lake.

Fang Mo sobered up instantly, but then his vision went black, and his final consciousness was submerged.

"Galactic Federation News Flash: The Fourth Interstellar Expeditionary Force has discovered the largest known deposit of Blue Crystal Ore in the Wild Wilderness of the Third Colony Star, Zhiyuan Star. It is enough for the Federation to mine for hundreds of years. The Federation has decided to establish a new city base and will recruit pioneering companies and a large number of martial artists to participate in construction and defense..."

"Yunyang Morning News: According to reliable sources, Luo Jiangyan, the super genius from Yunkong Martial Academy in Ningjiang City, has secretly arrived in Yunyang. Known as the youngest Dan Jin martial artist, she is here to participate in the June Yunyang Martial Academy entrance exam to select martial arts talents for Yunkong Martial Academy..."

"Yunyang Entertainment Morning Post: Wealthy Young Master Hangs Himself at Moon Lake Fang Mo, the eldest young master of the Fang Group, committed suicide by hanging at Moon Lake early this morning. Known as the 'Waste Young Master' of Yunyang, he lacked the bones for martial arts and was recently expelled by his school for poor grades, cementing his reputation as a failure. Insiders reveal the suicide may have been caused by his engagement being broken off by Qin Muxue, the genius girl of the Qin Family, a prominent martial arts family in Yunyang..."

Fang Mo turned off the television.

"I actually made the news!"

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

"Still, you really were a complete loser!"

In his mind, a massive ancient bronze mirror floated, releasing magnificent divine light, with large golden characters emerging upon it.

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

All skills in the world hold no mysterious secrets; there is nothing to it but practice!

Cooking: Beginner (30/100)

Calligraphy: Beginner (80/100)

Painting: Beginner (20/100)

Dancing: Beginner (10/100)

Eight Brocades: Beginner (20/100)

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

He also discovered that the antique Bronze Mirror he had picked up on the day of his transmigration had entered his mind, becoming a mysterious divine object.

It even bestowed upon him an Innate Divine Ability.

Whether it was calligraphy, painting, or martial arts, as long as he practiced, his proficiency would increase, regardless of his aptitude or comprehension!

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

Human technology had already ventured beyond the planet to conduct interstellar colonization.

Martial arts were equally prosperous.

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

The entire population practiced martial arts, and the martial path was supreme.

He had originally been a martial arts enthusiast on Earth; in order to save a girl, he had stepped forward, only to be sent to this world by a thug's blade.

However, the body he had transmigrated into was a weakling who couldn't even truss a chicken, dull-witted and incapable of either literary or martial pursuits.

Although he was the eldest young master of the Fang Group, the richest in Yunyang, he was unloved by his father, disliked by his kin, his mother had passed away early, and his stepmother was vicious.

He had been expelled from the academy and had his engagement broken by his fiancée, leading him to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

Somehow, he had ended up committing suicide by hanging himself from a tree by Moon Lake.

No matter how you looked at it, he was a tragic figure!

At this moment, the hospital room door was pushed open, and two people walked in.

In front was a dark-skinned, thin old man in his fifties, his graying short hair neatly groomed, wearing a black button-up shirt, his face carrying a faint smile that exuded the arrogant temperament of a wealthy person.

Following behind him was 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 family butler, and the other was the lawyer responsible for handling legal affairs for the family.

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

Fang Mo looked at him calmly; although this Uncle He addressed him as Young Master, he had never truly respected him.

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

"That's good!" Uncle He seemed not to care about Fang Mo's attitude and smiled slightly. "Today, I came first to see how you are, and secondly, there are some documents here that you need to sign!"

The lawyer stepped forward, took the documents out of the briefcase, and placed them in front of Fang Mo.

"This is a declaration for you to voluntarily renounce your inheritance rights to the Fang Family!" Uncle He stood with his hands clasped, his voice flat. "Of course, there is another one; this is a hotel under the family's banner. Once you sign, this hotel will belong to you!"

"So, you are banishing me?"

Fang Mo looked at Uncle He with a calm expression.

Uncle He was somewhat surprised; Fang Mo was not angry at all, appearing almost excessively calm.

It seemed the shock this time had been quite significant, enough to make him seek death!

"If the Young Master insists on interpreting it that way, that is also fine!"

Uncle He looked at Fang Mo, his smile fading, and said with a look of feigned pity:

"You went too far this time, Young Master, losing all face for the Fang Family. The Patriarch and the Old Madam are both very angry. Being able to get this hotel is already enough for you!"

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

The total investment in this hotel was no more than a few million.

One had to know that the Fang Group was the richest in Yunyang, a business empire worth tens of billions, and he was the first in line for inheritance, yet now he was only receiving a hotel worth a few million.

Moreover, given the temperament of his stepmother, would she really give him a hotel worth a few million?

There was likely some trick waiting for him in this hotel!

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