158: 193 194 158: 193 194 Chapter 193 : The Dao’s Chosen Son Yu Tianzhuo imdiately asked, “What kind of physique is this?” Everyone turned to look at Elder Kong.
He stroked his beard awkwardly—just like last ti, he still didn’t know.
Fang Luo spoke up: “I’ve seen this phenonon in an ancient text.
This should be the celestial on for the Innate Dao Body.” “Innate Dao Body?” The crowd was astonished—none of them had heard of it before.
Elder Kong was shocked: “That’s a top-tier sacred constitution!” Just as there are rankings among spiritual bodies, sacred bodies also vary in grade.
Fang Ting’s Flawless Sacred Body was already considered upper-middle tier among sacred bodies.
But this second child of his had an Innate Dao Body, a top-grade sacred constitution, second only to the legendary Immortal Body.
Fang Luo explained slowly: “The Innate Dao Body is known as a Child of the Great Dao.
Born with an affinity to the Dao itself—not only is cultivation speed incredibly fast, but combat ability and comprehension are also unmatched.” “Among sacred bodies, there are few that can rival it.” This kind of physique, if discovered near a Holy Land, would lead to the child being imdiately recognized as the current generation’s Holy Son.
In ancient clans, they would be hailed as a Divine Son.
“Good!
Good!
Good!” Yu Tianzhuo bead with joy.
Though it wasn’t quite as terrifying as Fang Ying’s Immortal Body, a top-tier sacred body was still an incredible blessing.
The celestial phenonon didn’t last even a full tea’s ti before dissipating.
Soon after, the door to the birthing room opened.
The midwife stepped out and declared: “Congratulations to the Clan Leader—it’s a son.
Both mother and child are healthy.” They entered the birthing room.
Fang Ting walked to Yu Shufei’s side, and Fang Ying also approached, her face filled with concern.
Only after confirming that Yu Shufei was doing well did Fang Ying turn to her little brother.
The newborn, who had been crying just monts ago, fell strangely silent upon seeing her.
“Daddy, was I this ugly when I was born too?” Fang Ying’s blunt and candid words made everyone burst out laughing.
“All babies look like this,” Su Xinyan replied gently.
Fang Ying asked again, “Daddy, what’s my brother’s na?” “Since he has the Innate Dao Body, let’s call him Fang Yundao,” Fang Ting said after a mont’s thought.
Fang Chu, with his uniquely wired brain, couldn’t help but mutter inwardly: [Made it up on the spot!
Totally didn’t have a na prepared!] He rembered how, back before Fang Ying was born, Fang Ting had said, “If it’s a girl, she’ll be called Fang Ying; if it’s a boy… we’ll decide later.” Clearly, Fang Ting had stayed true to that promise.
After Fang Yundao’s full moon (one month), the Fang clan—now fully prepared—got ready to set off for Duanshan City.
The Fang clan now numbered well over a hundred thousand mbers, but they wouldn’t all move at once.
Aside from three minor branches in Yunshan City, Yuhe City, and Lingyue City, there was also a group living near Qixing Mountain, close to the entrance of the Azure Dragon Secret Realm.
The secret realm’s operations involved many industries crucial to the Fang family, so a substantial number of clan mbers were assigned to stay behind and manage things.
Fang Ting turned to Fang Chu beside him and asked: “You’re really not coming with us to Duanshan City?” Fang Chu shook his head firmly.
“Sorry, Uncle.
I don’t plan to go for now—maybe in a few years I’ll suddenly feel like going.” [My current strength isn’t enough.
Duanshan City is filled with powerful factions and countless experts.
It’s too unstable and dangerous.] [I’ll stay here and grow steadily.
Once I’m strong enough to protect myself, it won’t be too late to go.] There was a reason he was called the Steady King—and it wasn’t just a nickna.
Fang Ting didn’t press him.
After all, for Fang Chu—who could freely enter and exit the Azure Dragon Secret Realm—staying here truly was more convenient.
When the Fang clan arrived outside Lingyue City, many forces ca to see them off—including even Empress Song Yushu of the Da Qian Dynasty.
The Fang family was not like other factions.
When most forces grew strong, they beca like mountains pressing down on those around them—feared and resented.
People worried that if they sohow provoked such a power, they’d be destroyed.
Or worse, the stronger force might seek to expand and devour them whole.
But the Fang family focused solely on their own developnt.
They neither feared nor competed with others.
Leaders of various factions stepped forward to offer their farewells.
“Wishing Clan Leader Fang smooth travels and prosperous growth for the family.” “If we et again out there, we hope Clan Leader Fang might lend a helping hand.” Whether sincere or just polite formalities, it didn’t matter—after today, they likely wouldn’t et again.
Fang Ting responded graciously to each one.
Finally, it was Empress Song Yushu’s turn.
“Take care.
Visit often.” Though she had much to say, in the end, those simple words were all she voiced.
With a wave, the Fang family began boarding their treasure ships.
In an instant, the fleet disappeared into the sky.
The ships used by the Fang clan were all Earth-grade treasures—not only fast but capable of carrying vast numbers of people.
In the entire Da Qian Dynasty, only the Fang family owned such vessels.
The sight left many faction leaders with mixed emotions.
“As far as I know, thirty years ago the Fang family was still a naless clan in a backwater border town.
Now they’re headed for greater horizons—it’s truly enviable.” “We always knew they’d rise—but we didn’t expect it to be so fast.” “The Fang family’s luck is unmatched.
The younger generation is full of prodigies and monsters.
Only out in the world can they truly thrive.” “If only we had ford a marriage alliance with them back then… We might be seeing the outside world right now too.” Su Xin and his wife, along with Yu Tianzhuo and his wife, had joined the Fang family’s relocation.
Though they were leaving, as long as the Fang family remained, Lingyue Sect would remain the number one sect in the Da Qian Dynasty.
No one would dare touch Myriad Treasures Pavilion’s branch store, either.
Back then, everyone believed that those two marriages were the Fang family’s way of reaching upward—relying entirely on Lingyue Sect and Myriad Treasures Pavilion for their success.
Now it was clear: the Fang family’s fortune was unstoppable.
Their rise was inevitable.
Su Xin, Yu Tianzhuo, and their daughters had simply possessed sharp insight.
The Fang family’s Qianlong Guard commander, Fang Yan, had previously married Qiao Yanran of the Qiao family.
Thanks to that connection, the Qiao family was now a well-known clan that no one dared to provoke.
Soon, word of the Fang clan’s move to a major city in the Eastern Domain spread throughout the dynasty.
Lü Zhen, City Lord of Yuhe City, drank as he sighed deeply.
As for his daughter, Lü Qingqiu, who once scorned Fang Ting—she had shut herself in her room for many years.
Whether she was obsessed with cultivation or simply broken inside, no one knew.
Chapter 194 : The Power of a Na After crossing the desert, they arrived back in Wuguo.
There were far too many mbers in the Fang family to travel via teleportation arrays, so they could only continue flying toward Duanshan City.
Even with the speed of their Earth-grade flying vessels, the journey would still take several months.
Fortunately, the journey was uneventful—just like when they crossed the vast desert without encountering a single beast.
This was most likely due to the presence of Fang Ying.
Without the blessing of her luck, they probably wouldn’t have made such a smooth and peaceful journey.
Last ti, Fang Ting and the others had arrived via teleportation array and appeared directly inside the city.
This ti, flying in from the outside, the sight of the city built atop Broken Mountain was even more awe-inspiring.
Seeing it up close, the Fang clan mbers were shocked and speechless.
This drew so snide comnts from nearby travelers entering the city with them.
“Another bunch of bumpkins—look at them, completely stunned.” “Looks like a clan.
So many of them want to settle in Duanshan City?
Good luck with that.” “Probably headed straight to the mines before long.” After entering the city, they flew for several more hours before finally arriving at the blessed land they had purchased—Lake of the Veiled Moon.
The Fang family’s arrival in Duanshan City didn’t catch the attention of ordinary people, nor did anyone care much.
But news of it would soon reach the ears of various local powers, who would certainly try to probe the Fang family’s strength.
Anticipating this, Fang Ting had already instructed the elders to spread a specific rumor throughout the city: That the Fang family’s young lady was a disciple of Yin Xianhong, one of the Lords of Divine Gate Pavilion.
The purpose was clear—to send a ssage to the local factions: the Fang family had backing.
If anyone had ideas, they had better behave themselves.
As for why he didn’t also publicize that Fang Mu Ge and Fang Luo were also disciples of a Pavilion Lord—Fang Ting simply wanted to develop the family steadily without attracting too much attention.
The move worked.
Factions who had been eyeing the Fang family quickly restrained themselves.
Even Yóu Jingyi of the Yóu family, who had lost the wine recipe at the auction, chose to temporarily forget about it.
The three Lords of Divine Gate Pavilion were Holy King–level cultivators.
On top of that, during their years as Pavilion Lords, they had taken in countless prodigies.
Even if only a small number of them rembered their kindness, the connections ford represented trendous influence.
No faction dared publicly offend Divine Gate Pavilion or challenge its authority.
So mid-level and minor factions even ca to Lake of the Veiled Moon to offer gifts, hoping to form friendly ties.
Fang Ting ordered his people to investigate each faction.
Those with good reputations could be considered for cooperation.
But if any had a bad reputation or questionable dealings, their gifts would be returned, and ties cut.
And so, the Fang family smoothly settled into Duanshan City.
Under normal circumstances, with the Fang family’s current level of strength, if Elder Kong weren’t present, they would’ve been picked clean within a few days by the city’s factions.
Even with Elder Kong—a Fusion Realm cultivator—they might survive a few more days, but the outco would be the sa.
That’s the power of having backing.
Without Divine Gate Pavilion as a supporter, Fang Ting would never have considered leaving the Da Qian Dynasty so soon.
And even if he had, he wouldn’t have dared co to a place like Duanshan City.
Not long after the Fang family moved to the city, Fang Ting brought Fang Chen and Fang Ying to Treasure Gathering Pavilion’s main hall.
Last ti they had co for the auction, the first item had been a stone egg.
The auctioneer had said that more stone eggs found in the Sea of Stars ancient ruins would soon be delivered for sale.
Buying stone eggs was like gambling.
And both Fang Ying’s luck and Fang Chen’s Qi-Observing Art were incredibly useful.
So Fang Ting had been closely watching this matter.
The mont a new batch of stone eggs arrived, he brought the two of them over.
For this, Treasure Gathering Pavilion had specially prepared a large hall.
Upon entering, they saw that three walls were lined with shelves, and on those shelves sat dozens of stone eggs.
The eggs varied in size and color, almost none were identical.
Altogether, there were more than eighty.
In front of each egg stood cultivators using various thods to try and discern what was inside.
“I think this black stone egg has a living beast inside!
If I buy it, crack it open, and bathe it in spiritual energy, I’ll hatch an ancient monster!” “If you’re so sure, why don’t you buy it yourself?” “The prices are insane.
These are just stone eggs—not confird ancient beast eggs—and each one costs 3,000 high-grade spirit stones.
Most people can’t afford that kind of risk.” “But if one does hatch an ancient beast, that’s an insane profit.” “Dream on.
If it were that easy, Treasure Gathering Pavilion would’ve kept them for themselves.” “True.
Maybe all these stone eggs are already dead.” The hall was crowded, and so people had been there since early morning—the first to see the new batch.
Yet, despite all that ti, not a single egg had been sold.
The reason was simple: no one could see what was inside.
The price was high.
No one dared gamble blindly.
That was exactly why Treasure Gathering Pavilion had chosen to sell these eggs—because they couldn’t tell what was inside either.
Any egg that showed a high chance of hatching was either kept by the Pavilion or sold privately at a higher price.
Among these eighty-plus eggs, ninety-nine percent were likely dead.
Breaking them open was a waste.
Selling them at 3,000 high-grade spirit stones each was pure profit.
The mont they entered the hall, Fang Chen couldn’t wait to rush forward and begin using his Qi-Observing Art to inspect them one by one.
This place was like a personal paradise to him.
Fang Ting said: “Ying’er, you go pick one too.
If it hatches, it can be a companion for Little Gray.” Fang Ying’s eyes lit up.
“Okay!” She cheerfully began wandering around the hall, looking here and there—not like soone picking out a 3,000-spirit-stone egg, but more like soone shopping for clothes.
Others were using secret arts and magical tools, trying all they could to probe the eggs before making a decision.
Fang Chen was examining them thodically with his Qi-Observing Art.
Fang Ying, on the other hand, relied entirely on gut feeling.
She stood before a shelf, gave the egg a glance— “Too ugly.” “Too lumpy.” “Too small.” If none were satisfying, she moved on.
In this manner, she quickly scanned all eighty-plus stone eggs.
Eventually, she picked one that was barely acceptable, hugged it, and brought it back to Fang Ting.
“Daddy, I want this one.” “Alright.
Then we’ll buy that one,” Fang Ting replied without hesitation.
Their behavior stunned the rest of the hall and sparked a wave of chatter.
“I’ve never seen anyone pick stone eggs like that.
Are we sure she’s not shopping for clothes?” “I noticed that girl earlier.
She didn’t use any secret arts or eye techniques—just picked at random.” “Must be nice to be rich and foolish.” “Shh!
That’s the new Fang clan that moved to Lake of the Veiled Moon—their daughter is a disciple of a Divine Gate Pavilion Lord!” “…In that case, what a brilliant thod of selection!”
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