150: 177 178 150: 177 178 Chapter 177 : Submission for Survival At this mont, Shenque Sect Lord Yin Xianhong had already arrived at Fang Ting’s courtyard.
As Fang Ying’s master, she could more or less be considered part of the family, and she even stayed for lunch that day.
Su Xin and his wife had also co.
Of course, their visit wasn’t for Yin Xianhong.
They were primarily there to see off their granddaughter, Fang Ying.
This parting—who knew how many years it would be before they saw her again?
Like Su Xinyan, they were filled with deep reluctance.
Even Little Gray, usually so lively and mischievous, was drooping its head in a rare display of gloom.
Whenever it closed its eyes, all it could think about were the joyful days it had spent with its little mistress.
Truthfully, it wanted to go with Fang Ying.
But Fang Ting, fearing the crowded and scrutinous nature of Shenque Sect, worried that soone would recognize Little Gray for what it truly was—so he had forbidden it from following her.
As the group prepared to part ways, Fang Ting and Yin Xianhong walked at the front.
Su Xinyan and her parents surrounded Fang Ying, giving her endless parting words and reminders.
Even Fang Chu had co, silently trailing behind.
They all knew Fang Ying was intelligent beyond her years and extraordinarily gifted.
They believed Yin Xianhong would treat her well.
But still—they worried.
She was about to leave ho for a long journey.
From Fang Ting’s courtyard… To the Fang family gate… All the way to the city gates—they walked with her.
If Fang Ting hadn’t held them back, they likely would’ve continued escorting her further still.
Just before saying goodbye, Fang Ting gently rubbed his daughter’s head and spoke softly: “Your Brother Luo and Brother Mu are also at Shenque Sect.
When you get there, rember to find them.” Given their talent and cultivation, it was almost a certainty they’d been accepted into Shenque Sect.
It was this certainty that made Fang Ting truly at ease about Fang Ying’s journey.
Fang Ying nodded.
“I understand, Father.” Though she had only t those two older cousins before the age of three, their faces had long since been etched into her mory.
Little Gray looked at Fang Ying, its eyes welling with tears.
My little mistress… once you’re gone, my status in the Fang family will plumt!
I don’t want to lose you—please take with you!!
It couldn’t hold back anymore.
Tears stread down its face.
Even Yin Xianhong—who had seen countless strange things in her life—was montarily stunned.
Back when they first t, her eyes had been entirely on Fang Ying.
She hadn’t even noticed Little Gray’s presence.
Only during this visit did she realize: the adorable creature always by Fang Ying’s side was actually an ancient mythical beast—Suanni.
She was astonished.
A clan that can produce an immortal body truly isn’t ordinary.
And now, watching Little Gray bawling its eyes out—that was even harder to believe.
After all, in the ancient records, Suanni were described as violent and domineering, fiercely proud.
Yet this one had been raised like a house pet—cheerful, playful, and affectionate.
The contrast was simply too much.
Fang Ting waved his hand.
“Alright.
Ti to go.” “Father, Mother, Grandma, Grandpa, Brother Chu, Little Gray… goodbye.” Fang Ying gave her farewells one by one.
Yin Xianhong took her hand and rose into the sky—within monts, they had vanished from sight.
But not long after they departed, Yin Xianhong couldn’t resist asking: “Earlier, your father ntioned two others.
Who were they?
Are they very talented as well?” “They’re my cousins,” Fang Ying replied.
“Before I was three, they were still living at ho.
After that, they left and never ca back.” Her face briefly lit up with a flash of longing.
Yin Xianhong asked instinctively, “Then how did your father know they were at Shenque Sect?” There were only two possibilities: Either Fang Ting was so confident in their talent that he believed they would make it into Shenque Sect.
Or—they had sent word back to him confirming their admission.
The first scenario seed far more likely.
If they had contacted Fang Ting, he would’ve told Fang Ying long ago—not just now during their parting.
Fang Ying shook her head.
“I don’t know.
I only know the entire clan looks up to them.
They always treated very kindly.” Yin Xianhong was filled with emotion.
Looks like those two must also be incredibly gifted.
Fang Ying’s father clearly has absolute confidence in them making it into Shenque Sect.
Which only made Yin Xianhong even more curious.
A family that produced a girl with an immortal body and an ancient beast as a companion… How many other prodigies do they still hide?
After returning to the Fang estate, Fang Ting happened to pass by the guest hall.
Just then, Yóu Chengwu, who had been standing at the entrance, suddenly darted forward like a flash.
Fang Ting nearly thought an assassin from the Hidden Kill organization had attacked again.
He was just about to strike—but then recognized it was only Yóu Chengwu.
Before he could even speak, Yóu Chengwu was already grinning with flattery, bowing and nodding like a servant.
“Hehehe… Clan Leader Fang, you’ve finished your business, I see.” Monts ago, they still harbored a bit of doubt.
But then they saw Fang Ting and his entire family leave together with Yin Xianhong.
That confird it—Fang Ying had indeed been taken in as a personal disciple of the Shenque Sect Lord.
Fang Ting stared at him blankly.
Why hasn’t this guy left yet?
And what’s with this transformation?
Was he beaten?
Drugged?
But soon, Fang Ting understood.
He must have seen the whole scene just now.
If that were the case, such a drastic change in behavior was understandable.
“I already made myself clear,” Fang Ting said coldly.
“I don’t know where Fang Chen is.
If you think they’re not compatible, go find him yourself.
Don’t co bothering .” He had no patience left for soone like this.
Yóu Chengwu hurriedly waved his hands.
“No, no, Clan Leader Fang, you misunderstand!
When your son and my daughter visited our ho earlier, I could already see—they were a match made in heaven!
A perfect couple!” “I was so eager to see them married, but I knew such matters required family involvent.
That’s why I rushed here to discuss it with you!” If it hadn’t been so soon after the last incident, I might’ve actually believed him.
Give it a few more hours, and maybe I’ll get to watch him act high and mighty again… Fang Ting still found it hard to reconcile this bootlicking, sycophantic version of Yóu Chengwu with the cold, calculating scher who had just recently tried to tear their families apart.
As for his dramatic change?
Well… In polite terms: He’s adaptable and learns from mistakes.
In blunt terms: He’s scared to death.
Fang Ting glanced toward the two young n behind Yóu Chengwu.
Thud!
Thud!
Without the slightest hesitation, both of them dropped to their knees on the spot.
“Clan Leader Fang, we were wrong before!
Please, you’re a generous man—don’t take it to heart.
If you feel we deserve punishnt, just say the word.
We’ll accept it without complaint!” As they spoke, they kowtowed again and again.
Truly worthy of being one family.
Fang Ting couldn’t help but wonder—was this how the Yóu family climbed to such heights in Wu Kingdom?
Did they rise on the strength of their… shalessness?
Fang Ting said calmly, “Our Fang clan doesn’t interfere too much in the marriage choices of our kin.
As long as they agree to it themselves, we won’t object.” The Yóu clan might not be much, and neither might Yóu Chengwu—but his daughter?
She wasn’t bad.
She had even been willing to elope with Fang Chen to defy her family.
“Ah, good, good!
I understand, Clan Leader Fang,” Yóu Chengwu said quickly.
“We’ll go back imdiately and send people to find my daughter and your son.
No matter who tries to stop them, they’ll stay together!” Just earlier, he had dispatched people to capture them.
Now he would send people to invite them ho.
Fang Ting rolled his eyes, waved dismissively, and turned to leave.
He had no desire to talk to this man anymore.
Yóu Chengwu didn’t mind in the slightest.
He bowed deeply and said: “Take care, Clan Leader Fang.
Once we’ve found them and set a wedding date, I’ll return to bother you again.” After this exchange, Yóu Chengwu could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
When he had arrived, he had been dead set on tearing his daughter Yóu Luoran and Fang Chen apart.
Now, as he left, he prayed to the heavens that the two of them would stay together forever without even a single argunt.
He also knew—he needed to find them as soon as possible and finalize the marriage.
Only by becoming in-laws with the Fang family could he rest easy.
Only then would he not have to worry about Fang Ting holding today’s offenses against the Yóu family.
And if the Fang family grew even more powerful in the future—who knew?
Maybe they’d even lend the Yóu clan a helping hand.
So, the mont he returned to the Wu Kingdom, Yóu Chengwu publicly announced: He had found a true dragon of a son-in-law—none other than Fang Chen.
Of course, he didn’t reveal too much about Fang Chen’s background or his ties to the Fang family.
He would never tell the world that soone from the Fang family had been taken in as a disciple by a Shenque Sect Lord.
If he did, it would be too obvious that the Yóu clan had only agreed to the marriage because of this.
No—Yóu Chengwu wanted to present himself as a father who had awakened to his daughter’s happiness.
A man willing to embrace and accept Fang Chen as his son-in-law.
Only in this way could he erase the animosity between their families.
The only problem?
He had no idea whether Fang Chen and Yóu Luoran had already left Wu Kingdom.
Even after the public announcent, they still hadn’t returned.
Now, Yóu Chengwu could neither eat nor sleep in peace—utterly consud by worry.
Chapter 178 : Where Destiny Converges The Cangzhou continent was vast and divided into four cardinal regions—East, South, West, and North.
Of these, the Eastern Region was the largest in size and held the greatest concentration of human cultivators.
The Northern Region was dominated by demon clans.
The Southern Region was a haven for devil cultivators.
The Western Region was steeped in Buddhist sects and temples.
At the heart of it all, in the very center of Cangzhou, stood the sacred domain of Shenque Sect.
That region was ho to a sprawling, prival forest, endless and dense.
Towering trees blotted out the sky, their canopies interwoven into a green ocean.
Countless powerful demonic beasts road the forest—many of them had already reached the Nascent Soul realm, capable of human transformation.
No matter which direction you ca from, you had to pass through this forest to reach Shenque Sect, confronting whatever dangers lay within.
This was considered a final test before admission into the sect.
However, for those like Fang Ying and Fang Mu Ge, who had already been personally accepted by a Sect Lord, they were taken directly to Shenque Sect—completely bypassing this test.
As for people like Fang Luo, who had obtained a Shenque Token through their own strength—they would have to traverse this perilous forest to reach the sect gates.
“Mugé has probably already beco a Sect Lord’s disciple and arrived at Shenque Sect… I need to hurry.” Before the forest, Fang Luo stood calmly, then stepped forward and walked in.
For others, this might be considered a trial.
But to him—it was no different from a casual stroll.
With his cultivation at the late Nascent Soul stage, he could even face an opponent in the Celestial Palace realm without fear.
As he made his way deeper into the forest, he casually cut down the occasional beast in his path, his mind drifting with thoughts.
“Ti was too tight… I didn’t get the chance to return ho.
It’s been seven years since I’ve seen little Ying—she’s probably changed a lot.” Thinking of the bright, clever, and sensible Fang Ying, Fang Luo smiled to himself, his sword even slowing slightly.
“With her Immortal Spirit Body, if a Shenque Sect Lord saw her, they’d definitely take her in without hesitation.” “Once I reach the sect and find Mugé, I’ll talk to him—have him speak to his master and help find a suitable Sect Lord for little Ying.” Fang Luo’s body turned into streaks of afterimages as he cut his way toward the central region of the forest.
At that mont, another thought surfaced—Fang Chen.
“He possesses a top-tier spiritual body.
If luck favored him over the years and he ca upon a great opportunity… if he’s grown stronger, he might have obtained a Shenque Token too.” Fang Luo knew well: Fang Chen had great talent, but had started his cultivation a little later.
If the sect’s gates had opened a few years later, the three of them might have entered together.
As it stood… that outco wasn’t guaranteed.
After all, the last ti they parted, Fang Chen had only reached mid Purple Mansion realm.
So Fang Luo continued—thinking and killing—until the trees ahead thinned and the landscape suddenly opened up.
The towering trees that had blocked his vision were gone.
He finally ca to a halt.
Looking into the distance, through drifting clouds and mist, he spotted a mountain gate.
“I’ve arrived.” With a flick of his hand, he shook off the blood from his sword and sheathed it.
Then, without pause, he soared forward at full speed.
After the ti it takes to drink a cup of tea, Fang Luo landed before the sect gates.
Suspended in midair was a massive white stone tablet, carved with three characters that danced like dragons and soared like phoenixes: Shenque Sect.
Fang Luo examined the inscription closely, and within the brushstrokes he sensed a trace of natural law—mysterious, profound.
Even with the experience of a past life where he had reached sainthood, just a few more glances made his head spin and his mind reel.
“They say the first Sect Lord personally wrote this… no wonder it’s extraordinary.” Just then, mocking voices ca from nearby.
“Tch, doesn’t know his place.
Daring to stare at the First Lord’s calligraphy?” “Heard soone once gazed at it too long—suffered a shattered soul and passed out on the spot.
Barely saved.” “And this guy, this clueless bumpkin, actually got a Shenque Token?
What a joke.” “Maybe he doesn’t even have one.
Just ca to gawk.” Fang Luo turned his head slightly.
Three young n, robed in finery, fans in hand, jade pendants at their waists—clearly sons of nobles from powerful clans.
He paid them no mind and walked past.
If Fang Ting were present, he’d sigh and say—this is the fate of Heaven’s Chosen: wherever they go, soone always wants to pick a fight.
Others were arriving as well.
From all directions, one after another, young geniuses appeared.
Each one had powerful cultivation and peerless talent—future rulers of the realm.
Suddenly, a thunderous laugh rang out from behind.
“Hahahaha!
Finally here!!” A golden figure shot through the sky like a cot and landed before the gates in the blink of an eye.
“Move!” His voice bood like a thunderclap, shaking the surrounding trees and flowers.
The man radiated intense golden light, as if forged from sunlight.
His qi and blood surged like a dormant volcano ready to erupt.
The three young noblen were instantly enraged.
“Who the hell are you to tell us to move?!” “You’re looking for death!” Arrogant from their elite origins and powerful talent, they were used to praise and flattery.
No one had ever dared talk to them this way.
They imdiately prepared to attack.
“Die!” The golden figure didn’t raise a hand or a foot—he simply shouted.
A single word.
“Die!!” A mighty shockwave of sound exploded from him like a mountain crashing into the sea.
The ripples blasted outward in all directions, reducing everything in its path to dust.
Even distant geniuses were thrown violently into the air.
“Wha—?!” The three noble sons turned pale with fear.
Even drawing on their deepest techniques, they couldn’t withstand the attack.
Luckily, they ca from powerful clans and had defensive treasures to save them.
Even so, they were left battered and terrified, eyes wide and breath short.
“Still alive?” The golden youth raised an eyebrow, preparing to strike again.
That alone sent the three of them into full panic—they fled into Shenque Sect’s gates, barely escaping with their lives.
“Hmph.
Cowards.” His single shout had cleared the field—within a dozen miles, no one remained standing.
Even the earth itself had been blasted bare.
Then— “Hm?” He turned his eyes toward one figure who remained completely unaffected.
Standing calm, untouched, like a breeze in the sky.
Fang Luo.
A grin spread across the golden youth’s face.
“You’re not bad.
Looks like you’re worth a fight.” “At least this won’t be boring after all.” Fang Luo remained unmoved, his expression calm and indifferent.
The two of them walked—one after the other—into the gates of Shenque Sect.
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