177: 231 232 177: 231 232 Chapter 231 : A Treasure by Divine Right During the update period of the Heaven’s Chosen Rankings, many fortuitous opportunities arose across the land.
Yet only Fang Luo—with his myriad techniques—and Fang Chen—who couldn’t resist scavenging—left the Fang Clan estate.
The rest of the group remained at ho cultivating.
Now that Fang Mu Ge had erged from seclusion, he took the opportunity to summon the others for a gathering.
It was nice to occasionally sit together and talk.
Suddenly, Fang Mu Ge asked, “Where’s Little Grey?
Dinner’s ready and it still hasn’t co back.
Normally it’s the first one here when it slls food.” “Brother Luo took it out with him,” Fang Ying replied.
It had been a while since she’d seen Little Grey, and she missed it dearly.
“Where’d they go?” Fang Mu Ge asked curiously.
Fang Ting explained the reason.
Fang Mu Ge sighed, “If only our family had a quasi-emperor-level expert, we could solve all our problems easily.” “Quasi-emperor?
What kind of realm is that?” Qū Wúbìng asked in surprise.
The Qū Wúbìng now was vastly different from the one who once fought in the arena.
Back then, he had been small, dark-skinned, and expressionless—a boy who rarely spoke.
Now he was tall and muscular, like a walking tower of iron—a moving embodint of raw strength.
His personality had also changed significantly.
He had fully integrated into the Fang Clan’s big family.
Fang Mu Ge explained, “Above the Saint Realm is the Emperor Realm, which includes the Quasi-Emperor, Great Emperor, and Heavenly Emperor stages.
The Emperor Realm is the pinnacle of the Tianyuan World.
It’s said that reaching its apex leads to immortality.” “Does our Cangzhou have any Emperor-level experts?” Fang Yundao asked.
Fang Yundao was only in his early twenties and had only cultivated for a short ti.
Otherwise, with his top-tier sacred body, getting on the Heaven’s Chosen Rankings would have been effortless.
Now that all three Prefecture Lords were in the Fang Clan, Fang Yundao had grown used to seeking advice from Yin Xianhong and progressed rapidly.
Fang Mu Ge replied, “From what my master said, Cangzhou most likely has no Emperor-level experts.
If any exist, perhaps they’re hidden among the Buddhists of the Western Region.” “Those Buddhists hide themselves too well.
No one knows how many experts they truly have.” “But Cangzhou is vast and resource-rich—why would it have no Emperor-level experts?” Fang Yundao continued, clearly intrigued.
Fang Mu Ge smiled.
“To us, Cangzhou seems vast and resourceful, but the Tianyuan World has over a thousand continents.
Among them, Cangzhou is quite average.
It’s not strange that there are no Emperor-level experts.” “And from what I know, Cangzhou was once powerful in the ancient era.
But after wave upon wave of war, it declined.” “For example: the war between Buddhists and Demon Path, the conflict between the demon race and human race, even invasions from other continents.” “The Great Zhou Dynasty was destroyed during such wars.” Cangzhou originally had three great dynasties: Great Zhou, Great Xia, and Jiuli.
Great Zhou had the best location and was the strongest.
Yet, its fate was the most tragic.
The royal family was wiped out, the imperial palace vanished, and the dynasty fragnted.
Song Yushu, who had remained silent, heard this and her beautiful eyes sparkled.
As soone with an imperial body, whenever she heard about the Great Zhou Dynasty, she felt a stirring in her heart—a desire to unite the Eight Ancient Nations and beco a Divine Empress, reviving the glory of Great Zhou.
Unfortunately, relying on herself alone was too difficult.
She’d rather bet on having a child—but after all these years, there was still no sign of pregnancy.
Thinking of this, Song Yushu made up her mind: Tonight, she would work overti!!!
anwhile, Fang Ting was still eating, completely oblivious to the gravity of the situation.
On the other side, Fang Luo’s journey to the Northern Region to find family was going relatively well, despite a few bumps along the way.
anwhile, Fang Chen had made his way near the Eight Ancient Nations.
Using his Qi-sensing technique, he discovered a rare ore on a barren mountain.
Although not as precious as Saint Gold, it could still be used to forge Heaven-grade weapons and was quite valuable.
After struggling to kill a powerful beast guarding it, Fang Chen was just about to reap his reward and mine the ore— When suddenly, a plump bald man appeared, smiling warmly and radiating Buddhist light.
“Amitabha.
Greetings, benefactor.
This object is fated with our Tianhua Temple.
I hope you will relinquish it.
Doing so would be a virtuous act.” Fang Chen was stunned.
He had never seen soone try to rob him so directly and righteously.
He pointed and cursed: “Your grandma’s leg!
I went through all that trouble to kill that beast, and you just show up and demand the treasure?
Listen here!
There’s no door, no window, and definitely no chance you’re getting this!” The chubby monk kept smiling.
“This is Tianhua Temple’s territory.
Every blade of grass and tree belongs to us.
I hope the benefactor will not persist in delusion.” Hearing the na Tianhua Temple jogged Fang Chen’s mory.
Back when the royal family of Great Qi conspired with demonic cultivators to invade, Fang Luo had sought aid from Buddhist sects.
He had gone to Tianhua Temple, the nearest Buddhist power.
When blocked at the gate, he offered a technique to get an audience with the abbot.
But not only did they take the gift and refuse help—they even drove him away.
Tianhua Temple had several Fusion Stage cultivators.
Fang Luo couldn’t provoke them and had to retreat.
He later shared this with the others, so Fang Chen rembered Tianhua Temple clearly.
He never expected to run into them again—only to be robbed!
Fang Chen sneered, “Highway robbery?
That’s the work of bandits and rogues.
I don’t believe any real Buddhist disciple would do such a thing.
Tell —which mountain bandit shaved his head and ca here pretending to be a monk?” The fat monk’s smile finally broke.
His face turned grim.
“Stubborn fool!
This monk shall send you on!” He struck with a palm, golden light flooding the area, Buddhist chants resounding for miles.
A massive golden palm ca crashing down like a mountain.
Fang Chen scoffed.
First they took bribes without helping.
Now they tried to rob him.
And finally, they resorted to violence.
He’d seen countless scoundrels like this in the Demon Cloud Mountains—bandits who just happened to shave their heads.
But this monk had the seventh level of the Celestial Palace realm.
Fang Chen was only at the third level—he knew he couldn’t win.
So he morized the monk’s face, grabbed the ore, and ran.
BOOM!!
The monk’s seemingly gentle palm made the entire mountain tremble.
Dust billowed, rocks flew.
Fortunately, Fang Chen was fast.
Otherwise, that palm might’ve finished him.
“Where do you think you’re going!” The chubby monk didn’t want to let go of such a juicy prize—and chased him down relentlessly Chapter 232 : Overflowing with Trump Cards If it had been an ordinary third-level Heavenly Palace cultivator facing off against soone four realms higher at the seventh level, they would’ve been instantly obliterated.
But Fang Chen was no ordinary cultivator—he possessed a top-grade spiritual body and was a ranked prodigy on the Heaven’s Chosen List.
Even if he couldn’t win in a fight, escaping unscathed from soone like that was child’s play.
The chubby white monk from Tianhua Temple gave chase for only the ti it takes to drink a cup of tea, and then completely lost track of Fang Chen’s presence.
Enraged, he cursed endlessly.
“Damn it!
If I’d known that brat was this fast, I wouldn’t have wasted ti talking.
Should’ve ambushed him right away!” He had assud that with four realms of advantage over Fang Chen—especially after the latter had just finished battling a great demon—he could capture him effortlessly.
That was why he’d bothered stepping out and exchanging a few words.
He hadn’t expected Fang Chen to slip away so easily.
Thinking about that rare mineral ore made his heart ache.
He wished he could tear the land apart to find Fang Chen again.
But in this barren, scorched land where there was nothing for thousands of miles, digging through it would take forever.
Having co up empty-handed, the chubby white monk could only return in frustration.
Yet, re monts after he left, Fang Chen’s figure reappeared.
“That’s another debt Tianhua Temple owes !” Previously, they had taken one of Fang Luo’s cultivation techniques and done nothing in return.
Now they’d even tried to rob him.
Once Fang Chen had enough strength, he would definitely make them pay.
Fang Chen let out a sigh of relief and was just about to take out the mineral to admire it, when a spatial ripple stirred to his side.
He suddenly felt a terrifying killing intent locking onto him.
“Whoosh!” A bone-chilling aura pierced through him, making his soul tremble.
Just as a short sword glowing with cold light ca within a few ters of his chest, Fang Chen finally reacted, pulling out a talisman and activating it.
“Boom!!” The cold, gleaming short sword struck the protective shield ford by the talisman.
Though the attack was blocked, the impact was imnse—like being hit by a charging beast.
Fang Chen was flung away instantly.
Before he could even stabilize himself, that deadly intent surged again.
Alard, his hair standing on end, he pulled out a jade amulet and blocked yet another strike.
“You’re really afraid of dying, huh?
Got so many life-saving trump cards.” A mocking voice rang out.
The speaker was clad entirely in black, showing only a pair of eyes.
Fang Chen stayed on high alert, contemplating a retreat route as he asked, “Who are you?
Are you with that monk?” “We of Hidden Kill would never associate with a bunch of bald donkeys,” the black-clad figure said with disdain.
If that white monk from earlier had heard this, he might’ve picked a fight with this guy too.
Fang Chen’s eyes widened.
“You’re an assassin from Hidden Kill?” He had long heard of Hidden Kill—back in the Great Qi Dynasty, when Fang Ting ruined the Ninth Prince’s plans, the latter had paid a hefty sum to hire assassins from Hidden Kill to eliminate him.
Luckily, Fang Ting was both fortunate and progressing quickly in cultivation.
He survived three assassination attempts.
What surprised Fang Chen was that Hidden Kill was now targeting him.
Who wanted him dead?
Almost as if reading his mind, the black-clad figure spoke casually, “Just so you don’t die confused—I’m Icebone, ranked thirty-third on the Heaven’s Chosen List.
No one hired .
I just enjoy the thrill of hunting Heaven’s Chosen.” He squinted, a look of intoxicated pleasure on his face.
Fang Chen snorted coldly.
“Then why don’t you hunt soone ranked higher than you?” Icebone was montarily speechless.
But Fang Chen didn’t pause to rest.
“Cowardly scum.
You’re no better than that bald thief who tried to rob earlier.” That line hit a nerve.
Icebone’s expression twisted with fury.
“You deserve to die!!” Icebone attacked again.
Though his realm wasn’t as high as the white monk’s, his power was imnse.
After all, his ranking on the Heaven’s Chosen List was even above Fang Ying and Fang Luo.
Fang Chen was no match.
In just a few exchanges, he’d already suffered minor injuries.
Any more and he’d be seriously hurt.
“You’re dead today!!” The mont Icebone finished his threat, Fang Chen whipped out a teleportation platform and stepped onto it—vanishing instantly.
Huh???
Icebone stood there dumbfounded.
Even though Fang Chen hadn’t landed a blow and there was no one else around, Icebone felt a burning sensation across his face.
After all, he had just made a dramatic declaration—only for the other party to flee in the next second.
How humiliating.
He could only grit his teeth and snarl: “This brat has way too many life-saving cards!” Fang Chen really did have more treasures than anyone else.
His habit of scavenging and looting everywhere made his inventory unmatched.
Had he used all his trump cards, he could’ve killed Icebone—even though the latter was ranked twelve spots higher, beyond even Fang Ying and Fang Luo.
But Fang Chen felt that using sothing so precious on soone like Icebone would be a complete waste.
So he chose to retreat.
If Icebone had known what he was thinking, he would’ve been even more infuriated.
Fang Chen looked down on him that much?
Thought it was a waste to use a treasure on him?
Fang Chen got lucky—the teleportation platform dropped him right near Broken Mountain City.
So he decided to return to the Fang Clan, rest for a while, and wait for another good chance to go treasure hunting.
“These teleportation platforms are really handy.
Too bad they’re so rare.
I only have three.” Back in the Chu Dynasty’s Falling Wood Ridge, when the heir to the Southern Suppression King ambushed Fang Ting’s group, they’d used one of these precious teleportation platforms to escape.
As long as the enemy wasn’t vastly more powerful, a teleportation platform could guarantee a safe retreat.
But crafting one was incredibly complex, and the required materials were extrely rare.
Even cultivators at the Nascent Soul or Soul-Integration Realm wouldn’t usually have one.
Only soone like Fang Chen—King of the Lucky Finds—could possess three of them.
Upon returning to the Fang Clan, he happened to bump into Fang Mu Ge and the others who were about to set out.
“You look a little drained—just had a fight?” “Don’t ntion it.
I almost didn’t make it back,” Fang Chen replied, exasperated.
Fang Mu Ge asked, “What happened exactly?” Fang Chen briefly recounted the encounter.
Only soone like him, with a vast arsenal of life-saving tools, could have made it out.
Anyone else would’ve died three tis over.
Fang Mu Ge sneered coldly.
“Good.
Tianhua Temple and Hidden Kill… Sooner or later, we’ll wipe them out.” Qū Wúbìng said nothing, but silently took note of the two factions.
Hidden Kill was undeniably formidable—though not on par with the sacred grounds or imperial dynasties, they were roughly equal to the Eight Ancient Nations or the four great families of Broken Mountain City.
What made them bolder was their nature as an assassination guild.
Hidden and elusive, they dared to strike any Fang Clan prodigy who wasn’t a disciple of one of the three Palace Lords.
Tianhua Temple, on the other hand, was much weaker by comparison—not even as strong as the Yóu Clan.
That white monk had dared rob Fang Chen simply because he didn’t know Fang Chen ca from the Fang Clan.
He was just used to acting with unbridled arrogance.
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