After Fang Yu realized that he had transmigrated and understood his situation, he grasped something very important: a certain webnovel site's orphanage had lost one of its generals.
Fang Yu Male Sixteen years old The Great Primordial World Great Li Dynasty Son of the Fang Family patriarch of Dragon Deepwater Province. Divine Strength Realm!
That was who he was now. He had parents and sisters, but no brothers, which meant the brothers at that webnovel site's orphanage had lost one of their generals.
What a pity!
How lamentable!
How tragic!
But right now, the most important thing was to latch onto a powerful patron!
That was right, a powerful patron!
A patron guaranteed to become a Heavenly Lord—should he latch on or not?
As the saying went: "A bootlicker keeps licking, and in the end, gets everything he wants."
He couldn't guarantee much else, but latching onto Fang Han would absolutely never put him at a disadvantage or lead him astray.
However, before that, he had to confirm one thing.
His cheat!
Right now, he could only pray that he wasn't one of the orphanage's generals without a cheat.
That wouldn't do. Otherwise, he'd have to consider whether he should make himself an orphanage general the old-fashioned way.
"System!"
"Old man!"
Before he could finish speaking, a streak of white light surged out of him. The next moment, Fang Yu and the white light vanished from the room together.
Red Water Peak was a waterfall-covered mountain on Colorful Cloud Mountain, the Seven Mysteries Sect's base. Since it lay in a remote area, the sect's disciples rarely came here.
They had to work hard at martial arts every day. Where would they find time to loaf around? If your martial skills didn't advance, they would regress. That was the first lesson taught to every disciple of the Seven Mysteries Sect.
Once your martial skills began to regress, it wouldn't be long before you left the Seven Mysteries Sect.
The strongest person in the Seven Mysteries Sect now wasn't its sect leader, nor any of the three reclusive Grand Elders. It was the current master of Red Water Peak: Fang Yu.
The moment he arrived at the mountain, he defeated the sect leader and numerous elders. He had even repelled the combined attack of the three Grand Elders in ten moves. With his peerless divine strength, he could have destroyed the entire Seven Mysteries Sect single-handedly.
But he hadn't. Instead, he'd ordered everyone in the sect to find him something: a small, dark-green bottle.
Whoever found it would be rewarded with all the gold, silver, jewels, and martial arts manuals they could ask for.
After seeing Fang Yu shatter a ten-thousand-jin boulder with a single palm and move with the speed of a flying swallow, no one dared even think of keeping the bottle for themselves.
At the summit of Red Water Peak stood a newly built courtyard, complete with covered walkways, waterside pavilions, artificial hills, flowing streams, green bamboo, and lush woods.
In a pavilion in the courtyard, Fang Yu was reclining on a wicker chair while a beautiful girl of about sixteen, with bright eyes, pearly teeth, and a green robe, massaged and waited on him.
Fang Yu hadn't expected that he would be able to enter the world of A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality whenever he wanted.
Most importantly, time flowed much faster in A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality than in the Great Primordial World.
After testing it, he'd found that one month in the world of A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality amounted to just one hour in the Great Primordial World.
With such a windfall, he'd have far more time to cultivate than other people. Naturally, he couldn't let this opportunity pass him by.
And since he'd come to the world of A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality, he absolutely had to obtain the Heaven-Palm Bottle.
As for the master of the Samsara Hall in the Immortal Realm—or the future Heavenly Venerable Han—Fang Yu, who was guaranteed to become a Heavenly Lord, didn't need to worry about him at all.
For now, the Heaven-Palm Bottle would still be quite useful to him.
He remembered that the ability to accelerate the growth of spirit medicines required at least a Wood Attribute supreme divine ability in the Great Primordial World—something on the level of a Dao artifact.
So he had to obtain it. That was why he'd subdued the entire Seven Mysteries Sect with overwhelming strength and tossed them a few martial arts manuals collected by the Fang Family.
He understood the principle of offering both a stick and a carrot.
Even though they were just manuals the Fang Family had picked up casually, the Seven Mysteries Sect's higher-ups were astonished by them and had become even more convinced of Fang Yu's power.
And so they'd sent their most beautiful young disciple, Zhang Xiuer, to serve him.
"How long has it been? Have you still not found it?" Fang Yu opened his mouth and ate a fruit that looked like a "grape," his expression impatient.
The Seven Mysteries Sect's efficiency had truly disappointed him. They'd spent a full half month searching and still hadn't found the Heaven-Palm Bottle.
He was only in the Divine Strength Realm and needed a large supply of precious medicinal ingredients to temper his body and strengthen his flesh and bones, making his physical form ever more powerful. Eventually, he would be able to convert his spiritual power into mana and break through into the Divine Ability Secret Realm, bringing him close to the level of this world's cultivators.
That was why he didn't dare go to the cultivation world right now. He was only at the fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm, the Divine Strength Realm. If he went to the cultivation world, he might die.
Finding the Heaven-Palm Bottle came first. Once he had it, he could cultivate medicinal ingredients until they had grown for long enough.
The Fang Family might be the foremost family in Dragon Deepwater Province, but in reality, the medicinal ingredients its young members used to temper their bodies were at most a hundred years old, and only a handful of them got that privilege.
Why? Because in the Great Primordial World, thousand-year-old spirit medicines had already become sentient, like the Nine-Twist Ginseng in the Mortal World.
The two worlds were on completely different levels. To put it bluntly, if no cultivators showed up, his Divine Strength Realm alone would be enough to sweep through the entire martial world of the Yue Kingdom. There was nothing to worry about.
Han Li hadn't joined the sect yet, so there was still a good chance Fang Yu would obtain the Heaven-Palm Bottle. As for someone hiding it, that was certainly possible, but he'd already demonstrated the godlike power he possessed in this world. Surely no one would dare risk so much.
Besides, he'd ordered them to search in groups of three to five, minimizing the chances of anyone hiding it.
"Reporting to Young Master, the sect leader has been sending disciples to look for the green bottle you want these past few days. I beg you to give us a little more time."
Hearing the impatience in Fang Yu's voice, Zhang Xiuer was startled. A hint of panic spread across her lovely face, and she dropped to her knees with a thump, pleading with him.
Seeing this, Fang Yu suddenly felt that he might have fallen into depravity—but it really did feel good.
"Enough, get up! If you still haven't found what I want, there'll be no need for the Seven Mysteries Sect to exist."
Fang Yu's voice was cold and utterly devoid of feeling.
"Yes, Xiuer understands."
At his words, Zhang Xiuer's delicate body trembled, and she hurriedly replied.
She felt no affection for the Fang Yu standing before her, only boundless fear.
Even though Fang Yu was the most handsome man she had ever seen, whenever she remembered how he'd shattered a ten-thousand-jin boulder with one palm, like a demon god come to life, fear filled her heart.
If Fang Yu wished, her life could be snuffed out with a single thought.
"Mm. Get up."
As the goddess of the younger generation of the Seven Mysteries Sect, Zhang Xiuer held no interest for Fang Yu. She wasn't even as appealing as the original owner's bedchamber maid.
But she was only there to warm his bed. She couldn't do anything else, or the maid would die.
He wasn't allowed to break his fast before reaching the Divine Courage Realm or turning twenty, since it would affect his potential.
And he was definitely going to join the Eclosion Sect, but he could only do so after breaking through to the Divine Courage Realm.
So he had to get the Heaven-Palm Bottle, and he had to latch onto Fang Han. Fang Han was guaranteed to become a Heavenly Lord. How could he possibly miss out on such a massive patron?
There was no shame in doing it for a guaranteed Heavenly Lord.
"Thank you, Young Master."
Hearing Fang Yu's words, Zhang Xiuer felt a little relieved. She carefully patted her chest, got up, and curtsied.
Then she continued massaging him and feeding him fruit, making him feel utterly at ease.
While Fang Yu enjoyed Zhang Xiuer's gentle service, the whole Seven Mysteries Sect was busy searching for the Heaven-Palm Bottle.
Nothing was more enticing than gold, silver, jewels, and martial arts manuals.
Night fell. After warming Fang Yu's bed, Zhang Xiuer took her leave and went down Red Water Peak, planning to relay his words to the sect leader.
"Ow!"
Suddenly, just a few steps down the mountain, Zhang Xiuer struck something with her foot. Pain shot through it, and she curled up on the ground, clutching her legs and sobbing softly.
Her bright eyes grew misty. Crystal tears streamed down as if they cost nothing, as though she were finally venting all the pain and grievances she'd been carrying these past few days.
Fang Yu hadn't bullied her, but how could a girl barely in her teens not be frightened when faced with such a terrifying monster day after day?
Even so, she still had to wear a gentle smile and serve Fang Yu every day. She didn't dare tell anyone about the misery she endured.
The sharp pain in her foot was only a trigger. Compared to the suffering she'd endured from fear and anxiety these past few days, it was nothing.
"Xiuer, why are you crying?"
She didn't know how long it had been. Her sobs gradually faded, and just as Zhang Xiuer was about to stand, a gentle and familiar voice sounded behind her.
Startled, she leapt to her feet, eyes red, and turned to face Fang Yu, who had appeared behind her without her noticing. She stammered, trembling and barely able to speak.
"Y-Young Master, forgive me. I... I..."
"Enough, don't say anything more. I don't blame you. From now on, you don't have to keep serving me."
Seeing the girl terrified like this, Fang Yu felt embarrassed—and began to wonder about his looks. He remembered that he wasn't ugly. He was definitely a rare beauty of a man.
"Young Master, Xiuer absolutely didn't mean that."
Hearing Fang Yu's words, Zhang Xiuer felt as if she'd been struck by lightning. Her expression changed drastically, and she hurried to explain.
"Xiuer only hit something with her foot just now. It hurt so much that I cried out."
As she spoke, the bright eyes that had only just stopped weeping grew misty again. Her eyes brimmed with tears, as if they were about to spill over at any moment.
"What did you say? Your foot hit something?"
At that, Fang Yu's expression changed, and he hurriedly asked her to confirm.
"Yes, yes, right here..."
As if she'd found a lifeline, Zhang Xiuer pointed to the patch of ground where she'd been standing.
But her face turned pale when she saw that all the scattered leaves on the ground were the same dull, withered yellow. She couldn't pick out the object she was trying to find among the jumbled leaves.
"Young Master, I..."
Seeing this, Zhang Xiuer was about to speak again, but Fang Yu raised a hand to stop her. Then he picked up a fairly sturdy branch from the ground.
His blood and qi churned, a cold gleam appeared in his eyes, and a mighty aura surged out around him.
At that moment, the branch in Fang Yu's hand seemed to have become a peerless sword. Under Zhang Xiuer's astonished gaze, the "sword" in his hand swept toward the spot she'd pointed out, like a flood-dragon churning rivers and seas.
Whoosh!
In an instant, a mighty sword aura swept across the ground, clearing away every withered yellow leaf.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
A moment later, piercing sounds tore through the air. The fragile dead leaves scattered like sharp blades.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
They all embedded themselves in the nearby tree trunks. The sight gave Zhang Xiuer another glimpse of Fang Yu's strength. But for some reason, she no longer felt afraid. Instead, her gaze held much more admiration and reverence.
"So it was here. No wonder we couldn't find it. Hahaha!"
Just as Zhang Xiuer was so stunned by the sight that she couldn't speak, Fang Yu's sudden laughter snapped her back to her senses.
By then, Fang Yu was already holding something in his hand.
It was a round bottle-shaped object with a long, slender neck. Mud covered its surface, turning it completely gray-brown and hiding its original color.
Fang Yu opened his mouth and sent out a blade-sharp stream of energy, instantly blowing all the mud away to reveal its true appearance.
The bottle was a beautiful, luminous green. Delicate, dark-green leaf patterns adorned its surface, and a small cap was tightly sealed over its mouth.
"Is this the treasure you were looking for, Young Master?"
Gathering her courage, Zhang Xiuer asked in a hushed voice, her expression tense.
"That's right. Tell your sect leader to stop sending people out to look. I've found it. As for the gold, silver, and jewels I promised him, I'll send them along in a few days. As for the martial arts manuals, tell him to have someone bring me some blank paper. I'll copy them out myself."
With the Heaven-Palm Bottle in hand, Fang Yu was naturally in high spirits. He put on what he believed was a kind and amiable smile as he spoke.
Gold, silver, and jewels were no problem. The two worlds were exactly alike, and as a young master of the Fang Family, he couldn't say he had as much as he wanted, but he came close.
The Fang Family had no shortage of those things, but martial arts manuals were another matter. If he took out too many at once, even he would be in trouble. He could only copy down the martial arts he'd learned and hand those over to the Seven Mysteries Sect.
"And Xiuer, you've made a great contribution this time. What would you like? Gold, silver, and jewels, or martial arts manuals?"
Of course, Fang Yu hadn't forgotten the greatest contributor—Zhang Xiuer.
"I want to serve Young Master for the rest of my life. I beg you not to reject me just because I'm plain."
Hearing Fang Yu's words, Zhang Xiuer was still somewhat afraid, but she felt much better than before. Only now did she dare to make that request.
"Serve me for the rest of your life? Weren't you afraid of me earlier?"
Fang Yu asked playfully.
At his words, Zhang Xiuer lowered her head and said nothing.
"All right, then. From now on, you can live on Red Water Peak."
Seeing this, Fang Yu stopped teasing Zhang Xiuer and simply agreed.
"Thank you, Young Master. Xiuer will go inform the sect leader and the others right away."
Hearing him agree, Zhang Xiuer lifted her tear-streaked little face, curtsied, and replied happily.
"Before you go, wash your face first. Otherwise, they'll all think I did something to you."
Fang Yu held back a laugh as he reminded her.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiuer's little face turned red. She murmured, "Mm," then ran off shyly.
Seeing her go, Fang Yu lowered his eyes to the Heaven-Palm Bottle in his hand, overjoyed.
The Heaven-Palm Bottle could do more than accelerate the growth of spirit medicines. It also contained the laws of time, which would be a huge help when he studied and comprehended the laws in his future cultivation.
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