Heavenly Origin Earth Realm, Re-cultivation!

"Young master, you're finally awake!"

In a room furnished with antique elegance, a youth of about sixteen or seventeen lay on the bed, his eyes fluttering slightly open.

His complexion was very pale, his consciousness not yet fully returned.

Then the sound of his little maidservant's delighted voice reached his ears, and she quickly opened the door and ran out.

In the gap between the door opening and closing, the cool breeze from outside blew in, clearing Fang Yuan's mind somewhat.

"I've transmigrated. The original owner was the young master of a great clan, highly talented, and the designated next family head."

For a moment, fragments of scattered memories tumbled through Fang Yuan's mind like a slideshow rolling past.

"I suffered so much in my last life; at least in this one, I can finally enjoy myself."

In his previous life, Fang Yuan had worked hard to get into a prestigious school, climbed out of the mountains, and landed a respectable job—only to be stabbed in the back by a colleague.

In matters of the heart, he'd been betrayed by his girlfriend, manipulated time and again, and nearly driven to the point of jumping into a river to end it all.

He'd barely managed to pull himself together when the merciless gears of fate turned, and a sports car plowed into him.

Fortune and misfortune intertwine!

"Whatever you left unfinished, I'll do my best to complete it for you."

Fang Yuan could sense a lingering obsession still clinging to this body. After silently reciting these words, the obsession dissipated considerably.

Before long, the door opened again, interrupting Fang Yuan's thoughts.

What came into view was a middle-aged man, dressed in splendid brocade robes, his face imposing, his stride like a dragon's march or a tiger's step.

He approached the bedside, extended two fingers, and pressed them against Fang Yuan's wrist. His tightly knit brows slowly relaxed.

"Yuan'er, what's done is done."

"For now, just focus on recovering. Don't dwell on the Azure Cloud Sect anymore. Even without entering a great sect, you can still become a powerful expert!"

Fang Zhongwu consoled him unprompted, well aware of his son's strong-willed nature.

Fang Yuan's injuries were severe; he couldn't speak, so he could only respond with his eyes.

A moment later, more and more people crowded into the room—all high-ranking members of the Fang family, their faces filled with concern.

Fang Zhongwu stood up, swept his gaze across the room, and silently noted those who hadn't come.

"Everyone, go back. Yuan'er needs quiet rest."

At Fang Zhongwu's request, only the physician and the maidservant remained; the others filed out.

Half a month later.

Fang Yuan's body had recovered considerably. He could get out of bed and walk, thanks in large part to the maidservant's meticulous care.

He lived a life where clothes were handed to him and food was brought to his mouth; lying in bed, his lips never once went dry.

"That cheap father of mine wasn't wrong. Even if I didn't join a great sect, my future achievements wouldn't be low."

The Fang family was one of Clear Sea City's three great clans, still on the rise and vaguely taking the lead among the three.

And Fang Yuan was highly talented, having broken through to the Xiantian Realm at just fifteen, making him the leading figure of the Fang family's younger generation.

On the path of martial arts, one first tempered the body, then reached the Houtian Realm.

Across Flowing Cloud County, the Xiantian Realm already marked a local power with some standing.

Talent, resources, backing—this was a perfect starting hand!

But the original owner wasn't satisfied. To climb higher peaks, he'd participated in the Azure Cloud Sect's trial for new disciples.

The Azure Cloud Sect was a true immortal cultivation sect, filled with countless experts. Any elder sent out could decide the rise or fall of an entire dynasty.

Many self-proclaimed geniuses would take the Azure Cloud Sect's disciple trial at eighteen.

"If it weren't for that bastard meddling, I might already be an Azure Cloud Sect disciple."

Fang Yuan's performance in the trial wasn't bad—solid and unremarkable, fully qualified to become a disciple.

But before the trial, he'd offended a member of the royal family, who maliciously ganged up on him, ultimately causing him to fail.

That opponent had been aiming to kill. If not for his life-saving measures, Fang Yuan would have already died.

"Physical injuries are easy to nurse, but a damaged dantian is still somewhat troublesome."

The dantian stores true qi. For a body-tempering martial artist to break through to the Houtian Realm, they must open the dantian; otherwise, qi cannot be contained within the body.

Fang Yuan found it a headache. A damaged dantian would require a considerable price to repair.

With the Fang family's wealth, they could bear the cost, but a repair would never be a perfect foundation, leaving hidden flaws for the future.

"There's another way: choose to recultivate an internal cultivation method and condense a new dantian. But that would take no small amount of time."

Internal cultivation methods weren't like fist or foot techniques; the former required years, even over a decade, of arduous practice.

With Fang Yuan's talent, even choosing to recultivate, it would take at least three years to condense a dantian.

"Three years—I can afford that."

A confident light flickered in Fang Yuan's eyes. But thinking about how he still lacked the golden finger that was standard for transmigrators, he couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed.

Just then.

A virtual panel suddenly appeared before Fang Yuan, displaying his detailed information.

[You have successfully awakened the talent, Heavenly Origin Earth Realm, gaining Source Point +1]

[Under the blessing of the Heavenly Origin Earth Realm talent, you gain a Source Point each day, non-cumulative.]

[You can use a Source Point to obtain the cultivation equivalent of one year of bitter training.]

Fang Yuan's eyes flickered, and ecstasy surged within him, the corners of his mouth unconsciously lifting.

"What's there to hesitate about? I'll directly recultivate the inner art!"

Fang Yuan glanced at the maidservant, his expression turning stern as he said in a low voice, "I'll be training shortly. No one is to disturb me!"

"But the family head instructed..."

"Did you not understand my words?" Fang Yuan's tone hardened.

Seeing this, the maidservant dared not offend Fang Yuan and could only nod timidly.

Returning to his room and making simple preparations, Fang Yuan's eyes narrowed as he sank his mind, guided the true qi within his body, and decisively shattered his dantian.

Crack!

The moment his dantian broke, a searing pain struck him, a bone-deep agony that pierced to the marrow.

Fang Yuan clenched his teeth, barely managing to steady himself.

Now, a torrent of true qi leaked from his body, and Fang Yuan had to endure this torment.

The shattered dantian was like a punctured balloon, constantly affecting Fang Yuan's state.

And this act of Fang Yuan's was akin to popping that balloon.

After an unknown stretch of time, Fang Yuan completely exhausted his true qi, then swallowed a Rejuvenation Pill to heal his injuries.

"My cultivation has directly fallen to the Body Refining Ninth Layer."

Fang Yuan took a deep breath, unconcerned about the lost cultivation. As long as he had Source Points, he could soon return to his peak!

Recultivating the inner art mainly consumed time; the process itself held no difficulty.

After all, Fang Yuan had long thoroughly comprehended the family's Mysterious Bright Inner Art.

"Add points!"

Once his condition was restored, Fang Yuan tapped the "+" on the panel, carefully sensing the changes within his body.

In an instant.

A powerful aura erupted from within Fang Yuan, the surrounding air rippling outward like waves.

This process was swift, taking less than a quarter of an hour.

[You have trained for one year, comprehending the Mysterious Bright Heart Method, successfully generating mist-like true qi within your body. Your cultivation has not yet achieved a substantive breakthrough.]

Fang Yuan calmed his mind, feeling the changes inside, and was astonished to find that where his dantian had shattered, a dense "mist" now lingered.

Fang Yuan knew that this "mist" was true qi liquefied within his body, yet to coalesce into form.

And this sign often represented that Body Refining Realm martial artists were about to step into the Houtian Realm!