I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm - Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Chapter 84 Danger Approaches, Return Quickly! [Third Release, Request for Monthly Tickets]

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“Grandfather, what about the second matter?”

As soon as Fang Wang heard his grandfather agree, he immediately shifted the topic and asked.

Fang Meng’s smile faded as he asked, “Regarding the transformation of the Grand Qi Dynasty into a Cultivation Dynasty, have you been involved? Or do you know anything about it?”

Upon hearing this, Fang Wang shook his head and answered, “I am busy with cultivation on normal days and have not inquired about these matters, Grandfather. What do you wish to know?”

“In recent years, there has been a subtle atmosphere in the court, with officials disappearing. The rate at which ministers are replaced is faster than all the women in the Imperial City giving birth. Coming to find you this time, I noticed some cities are far less lively than before, and the common people are fearful for their safety. I have made inquiries, and it is said that the local yamen are forcibly conscripting people to mine the Spirit Veins, and once they go, they are never heard from again. I followed our ancestor in the uprising and then unified the land together in battle. Although there have been those in Grand Qi who wished us harm, there is a part of my heart and efforts in the land of Grand Qi. I do not wish to see it destroyed by anyone.”

“Moreover, the Fang Residence is the Duke’s Mansion, and you are born into wealth and privilege, which is derived from the commoners.”

Fang Meng spoke gravely, measuring his words carefully while gauging Fang Wang’s expression.

People’s beliefs can change with their situation, and he also feared that Fang Wang had completely adopted the standpoint of a Cultivator, that as long as it was beneficial to the Cultivation World, he would not care about the life and death of the countless common folk.

After listening, Fang Wang pondered and then said, “Well, once I return to Great Abyss Gate, I will make inquiries with my master. If he can’t give a satisfactory explanation, I will seek out the Sect Leader.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Meng inwardly breathed a sigh of relief, then he smiled and patted Fang Wang’s shoulder heavily.

“Good grandson, eternal life is illusory. The most important thing in a life is what kind of person one becomes, and if one could become an Immortal, one must then consider what kind of Immortal to be,” Fang Meng said with earnest and profound meaning.

What kind of Immortal?

An Immortal who acts willfully and does as they please!

These thoughts ran through Fang Wang’s mind, but he dared not voice them out loud. He was not foolish; he understood his grandfather’s meaning.

For someone like Fang Meng, the greater good of family and country was above all else.

Afterward, Fang Meng changed the subject and began to discuss the affairs of the Fang Realm with Fang Wang.

After sixteen years, the Fang Family had produced several hundred Cultivators, and although the vast majority were in the Qi Cultivation Realm, it was enough to ensure the Fang Family’s safety.

Once upon a time, a single Qi Cultivation Realm Cultivator had almost wiped out the Fang Residence. Now, looking back, grandfather and grandson both sighed with emotion.

That night, they talked for a long time.

…

The next day at noon, Fang Wang was meditating at the bridgehead, practicing Qi Gathering.

In the battle with Sword Sect’s Kong Xi, although it was fought with ease, the consumption of Spiritual Power was immense. The Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation depleted his Spiritual Power greatly, and just facing Kong Xi had used up half his Spiritual Power. He must recover his Spiritual Power as soon as possible to maintain it in an abundant state.

Xiao Zi lay on his left, continuing to contemplate the sword.

Even the liveliest of scenes must eventually disperse. Most factions had already departed, including the Fang Family Members who had left early in the morning. Those remaining were also preparing to go.

Fang Wang planned to return to Great Abyss Gate after his Spiritual Power had recovered. He had not been back in a long time, and it was time to return. After so many events, he would return with a resounding reputation, which was quite invigorating to contemplate.

Just then…

Fang Wang seemed to sense something, opened his eyes, and flipped his right hand to take out his Disciple Token, from which came the voice of Guang Qiuxian:

“The sect is in danger! Return quickly!”

Guang Qiuxian’s tone was incredibly grave, and this was the first time Fang Wang had heard him speak in such a tone.

Fang Wang frowned deeply, wondering whether Guang Qiuxian was summoning him specifically, or all disciples.

Very soon, a figure swept in like a breeze and stopped behind him; it was Fang Hanyu.

“Fang Wang, did you hear the Sect Leader’s message?” Fang Hanyu asked in a low voice.

Fang Wang stood up and looked at him, replying, “The sect is in danger, return quickly?”

Fang Hanyu nodded, then said, “It seems that this call is directed at all disciples. It looks like Great Abyss Gate has encountered a serious issue. We must go back, Fang Xin and the others are still inside Great Abyss Gate.”

Fang Wang hesitated; he had just been through a considerable battle and was in the midst of recovering his Spiritual Power. Returning now seemed inadvisable.

If Guang Qiuxian was calling all disciples on the outside…

Could it be…

A thought suddenly came to Fang Wang—Zhou Xue once mentioned that Great Abyss Gate faced an assault by many sects of the Demonic Dao because it had produced several Earth Origin Spirit Treasure geniuses. Now that Great Abyss Gate had birthed a Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure, could the previous calamity have been brought forward?

Wait!

If the Demonic Dao were to invade, choosing this moment, could it be because they had just learned of his battle with the Sword Sect? After the battle ended yesterday, many had departed immediately, clearly spies.

Fang Wang had already slain a Great Demon King, equivalent to someone in the Condensation Spirit Realm, and if they could launch an invasion against Great Abyss Gate while he had just finished a great battle, the likelihood of success would naturally be higher.

First destroy Great Abyss Gate, then encircle or subdue him, this genius of the Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure?

Countless thoughts flashed through Fang Wang’s mind when, suddenly, figures on Flying Swords came skimming over the lake, the Tai Yuan Sect Disciples.

Zhao Chuanqian approached Fang Wang first, speaking swiftly, “Great Abyss Gate is in trouble; we must return first. Fang Wang, you two stay in Sword Heaven Marsh!”

After speaking, he took off on his Flying Sword, with the others following closely.

The Greedy Sleeper, usually jesting and laughing, now wore a serious expression, and although the other disciples looked towards Fang Wang, they dared not speak.

Fang Wang saw that Gu Li was among them, too; she, wearing a veil, did not look towards Fang Wang, her gaze as cold as ever.

A group of several hundred people flew northward on their swords, quickly crossing the mountaintops and vanishing without a trace.

Fang Wang’s brows were tightly furrowed; it was clear Zhao Chuanqian was relaying a message to him—they had come to the same conclusion.

The calamity facing Great Abyss Gate was certainly related to Fang Wang’s grand battle.

Fang Hanyu said in a grave voice, “You stay. I’ll go back. I can’t bear to watch our kin suffer!”

Having said that, he was about to leap up, but Fang Wang held him down by the shoulder.

Fang Wang took a deep breath and said, “Wait for me one day, all right?”

“But…”

“Can you alone turn the tide? The Great Abyss Gate is not so weak that it could be easily annihilated! Remember, the Great Abyss Gate has the protective formation!”

Fang Wang said solemnly. Hearing this, Fang Hanyu found it reasonable and nodded in agreement.

Afterward, Fang Wang sat down again, circulating his energy to gather qi, while taking out spiritual energy pills from his storage bag and consuming them to speed up the recovery of his spiritual power.

Fang Hanyu went to find Song Jinyuan and informed him of the situation.

Song Jinyuan wanted to speak but stopped himself. He really wanted to keep Fang Wang behind. What did the life or death of the Great Abyss Gate have to do with him?

But, if Fang Wang could abandon the Great Abyss Gate, might he also abandon Sword Heaven Marsh in the future?

The sun set and the moon rose.

A day passed, and Sword Heaven Marsh had completely fallen into silence, a silence that was terrifying.

As noon approached, Fang Wang got up and rushed towards Fang Hanyu, who had already been waiting for a long time.

“Let’s go,” Fang Wang said. Although his spiritual power had not fully recovered, seventy percent was enough to handle the situation.

Xiao Zi immediately burrowed into Fang Wang’s embrace.

Fang Hanyu nodded, and the two brothers leaped up, landing on their flying swords, which carried them flying north.

Song Jinyuan and a group of sword servants watched as the two brothers departed.

Gu Tianxiong walked over from the side and said with a smile, “Young Song, I should be going too. Next time, we’ll spar again.”

Song Jinyuan turned to look at him and bowed with his fists clenched.

The sparring between the two had ended with Song Jinyuan’s victory, and thanks to Gu Tianxiong, Song Jinyuan had regained confidence. Gu Tianxiong was humorous and fun-loving, and Song Jinyuan had long considered him a friend.

Gu Tianxiong turned around and walked in another direction, leaving behind some words:

“When we meet again, I don’t know how much Fang Wang will have grown. Young Song, you need to work hard, lest you lose even the qualification to follow him.”

Song Jinyuan wasn’t offended, but instead, he smiled.

…

Over the mountain ranges, Fang Wang and Fang Hanyu controlled their flying swords, traveling at a great speed. In just one hour, they had flown over nine hundred miles, which was still not their full speed, considering the long journey ahead.

Throughout the trip, neither of the two exchanged words, each occupied with his own thoughts.

Suddenly.

Xiao Zi poked her head out from Fang Wang’s embrace. Fang Wang seemed to sense something, squinting his eyes, and he came to a stop immediately.

Fang Hanyu stopped as well and asked in surprise, “What’s wrong?”

Fang Wang’s gaze was deep as he said, “Hanyu, go back, take another direction to return to the Great Abyss Gate.”

Hearing this, Fang Hanyu’s brows furrowed tightly, and he pressed for an answer, “Why?”

“Idiot! There are enemies ahead! And in huge numbers, we’ve been ambushed! If you stay, you’ll only hold us back!” Xiao Zi shouted, her tone extremely tense.

Ambush?

Fang Hanyu suddenly turned his head to look forward, seeing the mountains rise and fall with no end in sight, with no trace of people to be seen.

He naturally wouldn’t question Fang Wang’s judgment and turned back, teeth clenched, “I must stay with you!”

Fang Wang took a deep breath and said, “Such a grand deployment must be to ambush me. Hurry back, listen to me, think about Fang Xin and the others. Besides, I can escape on my own if I can’t fight them off; I can’t be worrying about you at that time, can I?”

After hearing this, Fang Hanyu clenched his teeth, not lingering any longer, and immediately controlled his flying sword to return the way they had come.

Once he had disappeared into the horizon, Xiao Zi couldn’t help but ask, “Master, what should we do? Hide?”

Fang Wang fixed his gaze ahead, saying, “We can’t hide. If we do, they’ll investigate, and that will put Hanyu in danger. Moreover, my clan members are also heading this way.”

Half an hour earlier, he and Fang Hanyu had spotted the figures of the Fang Family members. They were proceeding on foot, about four hundred miles away from their current location.

Fang Wang continued to ride the sword forward, but not as fast as before.

Although Xiao Zi was scared, she still positioned herself on Fang Wang’s shoulder, vigilantly surveying their surroundings.

After about ten miles, a cold laugh rang out:

“Fang Wang, the Heavenly Sword Saint, do you understand that blood debts must be paid in blood?”

Fang Wang’s eyes locked onto a peak several miles ahead, where hundreds of cultivators were standing, with a man in a blood robe at the forefront, wearing a skull crown, and a red scorpion scuttling over his bare chest, both ferocious and terrifying.

It wasn’t just that peak—other cultivators also began to appear on other surrounding mountains, and from the woods on both sides of him as well, figures sprang forth.

Green Cicada Valley!

Fang Wang recognized their identity.

Indeed, who else but Green Cicada Valley would dispatch so many people to ambush him?

Fang Wang slowly descended, landing on the mid-mountain slope below.

He raised his right hand and drew out the Heavenly Palace Halberd, whispering, “What follows will be a fierce battle; are you ready?”

In his spiritual perception, there were at least ten thousand enemies surrounding him from all sides—a number that likely wasn’t the full extent of his foes.

For the sake of ambushing him, Green Cicada Valley had indeed mobilized a massive force!