In just a few days, his status had completely transford.
This was the reality of the cultivation world—strength commanded respect.
So of the older clan mbers also discussed among themselves.
"The Patriarch’s decision to raise him was wise," one elder comnted. "Who could have known he would awaken such talent?"
"His alchemy skills alone make him invaluable to the clan," another elder added. "If he continues to grow, he might beco our greatest asset."
Xian Tiandi heard so of these conversations but showed no particular reaction.
He had experienced this kind of thing many tis in his past life. People’s attitudes changed based on strength.
That was simply how the world worked. He held no grudge against those who had looked down on him before, nor did he feel particularly grateful to those who praised him now.
Just as they were about to board their carriage and depart, another group arrived at the courtyard entrance.
The sound of approaching horses and carriage wheels drew everyone’s attention.
It was the Fang Clan delegation.
At the front of the group walked the Fang Clan Head, a dignified man in his late forties.
He had sharp features that gave him a sowhat severe appearance. His eyes were keen and observant.
He wore fine robes of green and gold, colors associated with the Fang Clan. His bearing was that of soone accustod to authority and respect.
Behind him walked several family mbers and guards. The guards were all at least at the Qi Condensation Realm, showing the Fang Clan’s strength.
The family mbers were well-dressed and carried themselves with the confidence of nobility.
But the person who drew the most attention was a young woman around sixteen years old.
She walked beside her father with graceful steps. She had delicate features that could be called beautiful—large expressive eyes, a small nose, and lips that seed to naturally curve into a smile.
Her bright, lively eyes sparkled with curiosity as she looked around, taking in everything.
Her personality seed completely different from the typical reserved noble lady. Where most noble daughters walked demurely with downcast eyes, she looked around openly with obvious interest.
Her expression was animated and friendly rather than cold and distant.
This was Fang Ling, the younger sister of Fang Bai.
Everyone in Xianling City knew about Fang Bai—he was the Fang Clan’s genius who had joined the Verdant Fla Sect several years ago and had made quite a na for himself there.
Apparently, his younger sister was also talented. She had just been accepted into the Blue Rain Sect.
The arrival of the Fang Clan was sowhat surprising. The Fang Clan and Xian Clan had been rivals for years, competing for influence and resources in Xianling City.
While not outright enemies, the two clans were definitely not close allies. They competed in business, in cultivation resources, and in reputation.
The courtyard fell quieter as people watched this unexpected developnt.
Fang Ling’s eyes scanned the gathered people until they landed on Xian Tiandi.
Her eyes brightened with recognition and interest. She walked forward with confident steps, moving ahead of her father slightly. Her gaze was fixed directly on Xian Tiandi as she approached.
"So you’re Xian Tiandi," she said with a bright, genuine smile. Her voice was clear and pleasant. "I’ve heard so much about you these past few days. Everyone in the city has been talking about you."
She continued without any hesitation or shyness. "The arena match where you defeated Zhou Kang, the alchemy certification where you achieved Peak Mortal Grade at sixteen. You’re quite impressive."
Then she added sothing that made several people nearby stiffen in surprise. "And quite handso too. I find you very interesting."
The directness of her statent caught many people off guard.
Noble ladies typically didn’t speak so openly, especially not to young n they’d just t.
But Fang Ling seed completely comfortable with her boldness.
Xian Tiandi wasn’t dense or socially awkward like so his current age.
He had lived thousands of years in his past life and had encountered countless types of people.
He recognized this kind of straightforward approach imdiately. So people simply had more open personalities.
He t her gaze calmly and replied with a slight smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes but was polite nonetheless.
"Thank you for the complint, Miss Fang. And you’re quite beautiful yourself. It’s rare to et soone so... direct and genuine."
His response was smooth and natural. He neither beca flustered nor ignored her complint. He simply acknowledged it and returned one of his own.
Fang Ling’s cheeks flushed slightly at his response. A light pink color spread across her face.
She hadn’t expected him to reply so smoothly and naturally. Most young n either beca awkward and nervous or tried too hard to appear unaffected.
Xian Tiandi’s calm, natural response was refreshing.
"You’re quite smooth with words," she said with a small laugh, her blush deepening slightly. "No wonder people find you interesting."
The people watching showed various reactions to this exchange.
Ying Yue’s expression behind her veil beca complicated.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched this beautiful young noble lady openly flirting with her Young Master.
A strange, uncomfortable feeling arose in her chest.
She didn’t like seeing this. ’Who is this girl?’ Ying Yue thought, feeling oddly possessive.
Xian Long looked confused by the entire interaction. He was still young and didn’t quite understand the subtext of what was happening.
He just knew that this pretty girl was talking to his Big Brother in a strange way.
Zhou Kang raised an eyebrow in surprise. He hadn’t expected to witness this kind of scene. ’Xian Tiandi is surprisingly smooth,’ he thought with a hint of amusent.
The clan mbers whispered among themselves, speculating about what this ant.
Was the Fang Clan trying to establish better relations with the Xian Clan?
Was this young lady genuinely interested in Xian Tiandi?
The Fang Clan Head, who had been walking behind his daughter, coughed slightly to interrupt the mont.
The sound was deliberate and aningful. "Ling’er, mind your manners," he said to his daughter.
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