The solitary peak.
Snowflakes fell on the summit.
A frozen world, with only a single ditation mat.
Fang Yuming sat on the mat, his cultivation with him, yet his face was still flushed from the cold.
His face was full of confusion.
He was punished by the Sect Leader to reflect in seclusion here.
But—
What exactly did he do to make the Sect Leader so furious?
Fang Yuming was at a loss.
The cold wind blew.
Occasionally, Fu Caier's cries could be heard from the front mountain.
...Who upset her?
Unfortunately, he couldn't go to her.
Once his confinent ended, he would definitely find her to get to the bottom of it and stand up for her!
Wu Xiaode silently felt Fang Yuming's thoughts, almost gritting his teeth uncontrollably.
This kid still wanted to grovel!
Haven't I done enough?
He looked into the Void, where lines of prompt runes slowly appeared:
"Congratulations."
"In just five seconds, you've changed the fate of 'eternal simp' Fang Yuming."
"You now qualify to enter the next phase of the trial task:"
"Shadow of Reversal."
"Description: You've won a whole day to control Fang Yuming's body; after a day, Fang Yuming will regain control of his body."
"Within this day, you must change his fate again so he can never return to his original fate."
"After a day, if his original fate resus, you will be thoroughly erased by the Law of Destiny!"
"If you truly prevent him from returning to his original fate, you will beco the new Fang Yuming, opening a new line of destiny."
"Ti starts now!"
A tir imdiately appeared in the Void, counting down from 24 hours.
Only one day...
Wu Xiaode shook his head.
He could feel the rules of destiny already surrounding him.
No suicide.
That way, both he and Fang Yuming would be completely obliterated.
Neither could he kill Fu Caier.
—If Fang Yuming committed such irrational actions, turning from the sect's well-regarded Second Brother to a murderer of his fellow disciples—
The Law of Destiny would still erase both of them.
It had to be reasonable and logical.
He couldn't radically break character.
Wu Xiaode glanced at the creeping ti, a sense of urgency rising in his heart.
—Fang Yuming was in confinent!
What could he do in such a day?
He couldn't stay here.
Slip away.
But where to go?
Where to go, what to do, to permanently change Fang Yuming's fate?
Wu Xiaode closed his eyes, pondering.
The mountain wind quieted, snow silently falling.
After seven or eight breaths.
He abruptly opened his eyes.
No!
Staying on this solitary peak, nothing could change fate.
There were many plans, pick one to execute!
He looked around, quietly got up, and slid down the steep cliff.
This place was already far from the sect; he deliberately avoided so routes with people, quickly leaving the mountain range.
After he left.
Several figures suddenly appeared at the mountaintop.
The Sect Leader.
The Supre Elder.
The Law Enforcent Elder.
The Sect Leader murmured:
"This child's talent is good, his background is clean, he has good character, the disciples support him, but I always felt he was sowhat impulsive emotionally; now it seems he's not after all..."
"Being able to say that sentence, he doesn't seem like soone who would be trapped by love," the Supre Elder agreed.
"But he doesn't follow rules, even daring to run during confinent," said the Law Enforcent Elder.
The Sect Leader and the Supre Elder exchanged smiles.
"Who among us didn't slip away back in the day?"
"That's not a big deal."
"In comparison, I'm more curious about what he's going to do."
"Mm."
...
Wu Xiaode was now Fang Yuming.
He flew for a while.
About twenty minutes later, a bustling marketplace appeared ahead.
This was the most prosperous market within tens of thousands of miles!
The two cultivators guarding the market gate saw Wu Xiaode from afar, cupped their hands, and smiled, saying:
"Yuming, the friend from Fuyun Sect, you've arrived."
The Fuyun Sect was a great sect under heaven, Fang Yuming ranked second among all the True Disciples in the sect.
Golden Core Realm cultivation, promising future.
Graceful and noble in appearance.
Born into an esteed family.
"This is the entry fee, no change needed, have a drink on , friends."
Wu Xiaode tossed a Spirit Stone.
—So generous and wealthy.
"Thank you, Brother Yuming," the two gatekeeping cultivators said joyfully.
Once Wu Xiaode entered the market, one of the gatekeeping cultivators sighed:
"How old is Brother Yuming?"
"Nineteen," the other said.
"Tsk, I'm nineteen too, why am I only at Qi Refinent, while Brother Yuming is at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core Late Stage."
"You're dreaming, aren't you? We're only at the fifth or sixth layer of Qi Refinent; once we reach the ninth layer, we can establish our Foundation."
"After Foundation Establishnt, you must break through three realms and survive the Heavenly Tribulation to form the Golden Core."
The two gatekeeping cultivators talked in low voices.
Wu Xiaode, however, didn't care about their conversation; upon entering the market, he turned seven or eight corners along the street, crossed a bridge, went through two alleys, and finally arrived at his destination.
He stood before a building, looking up.
He saw an ancient-style, deep-red building, with a large plaque hanging in front:
"Yuelao Pavilion."
On either side of the door were lines that read:
"One thread binds the affection, sworn allegiance unto the mountain and sea."
"Two hearts knot the marriage bond, enduring as heaven and earth."
Alright!
This is it!
Wu Xiaode clenched his fist.
Whether he could change Fang Yuming from groveling to Fu Caier, thus leading to his demise, depended on today!
He stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"Coming!"
The door quickly opened, and a pretty young woman looked at Wu Xiaode—or rather, Fang Yuming.
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