19: Chapter Nineteen : You Dare Mock the Seven Star Sect?!
19: Chapter Nineteen : You Dare Mock the Seven Star Sect?!
Chapter Nineteen : You Dare Mock the Seven Star Sect?!
Fang Ting was on his way ho, unaware that the Fang family had just received an uninvited guest.
The visitor was a young man clad in a blue martial outfit, a broad, gleaming sword strapped across his back.
Though youthful, his bearing was anything but humble.
Due to his prestigious background, even in the patriarch’s absence, the Fang family’s Grand Elder personally ca out to receive him.
“An esteed disciple of the Seven Star Sect graces us with his presence—please forgive us for not greeting you sooner.” The young man in blue tilted his chin slightly.
Though only at the late-stage Qi Absorption Realm, beneath the Grand Elder in cultivation, he carried himself with a lofty, dismissive air.
“I’m here on my master’s orders to retrieve a certain artifact that belongs to him,” he said coolly.
Previously, the Zou family had gone through so backdoor channels to borrow a mid-tier mystical artifact from Elder Zhou of the Seven Star Sect, in hopes of wiping out the Fang family.
Unexpectedly, they were the ones who got annihilated instead.
When the agreed return ti ca and the Zou family vanished without a trace, Elder Zhou sent his disciple to retrieve the item—and while he was at it, dole out so punishnt and perhaps wring out a little extra benefit.
But by the ti the disciple reached Yunshan City, he heard that the Zou family had been wiped out—by the Fang family, no less.
Which ant the artifact was now most likely in Fang family hands.
That’s why he had co.
“The patriarch is currently away on business,” the Grand Elder replied respectfully.
“I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the artifact you’re referring to.” The young cultivator’s face darkened, and he suddenly slamd his palm down onto the table.
The solid wood cracked and shattered into pieces.
“How dare you feign ignorance in front of !” The artifact had been with the Zou family.
The Zou family had been eliminated by the Fang family.
If the artifact wasn’t in their hands, where else could it be?!
The Grand Elder broke into a cold sweat.
His face was both puzzled and indignant.
“I truly don’t know anything about this artifact you ntion.” Apart from Fang Luo and the city lord, no one else actually knew the details.
But the young cultivator didn’t care.
He abruptly stood up, his tone murderous.
“A re Fang family dares to ignore the will of the Seven Star Sect?
Fine!
I’ll report this to my master.
Prepare for your annihilation!” With that, he flung his sleeves and stord off.
If not for the fact that he was no match for the Grand Elder, he might have made his move right then and there.
The Grand Elder stood there, dumbfounded.
He couldn’t make heads or tails of how things escalated so quickly into a threat of total extermination.
By the ti he snapped out of it, the young man had already taken off, soaring away on his flying sword, leaving behind only a trail of fear and unease.
Fang Ting didn’t return until late in the afternoon.
On the way, he’d been worrying about whether Fang Mu Ge would have trouble adjusting to life in the sect.
After all, the boy was only fourteen and it was his first ti away from ho, thrown into a totally unfamiliar environnt filled with strangers.
He had no idea that Fang Mu Ge had already beco the darling of the senior leadership in Lingyue Sect.
Even the sect leader greeted him with beaming smiles and unusual warmth.
If Lingyue Sect had a position of “Holy Son,” he would’ve been nad one the very day he joined.
Upon returning, Fang Ting checked the storage ring that Elder Su had given him.
The ring’s internal space was massive—enough to contain the entirety of Yunshan City—and the treasures inside were even more astonishing.
First were the spirit stones.
There were at least three hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones.
To put that in perspective: a single bottle of the commonly used Fasting Pills only cost five stones; a basic Yellow-grade artifact cost two hundred.
The entire annual inco of the Fang family’s businesses barely reached ten thousand.
So these three hundred thousand were nothing short of a fortune.
In the past, many body refinent stage clansn didn’t even have a proper weapon.
With this windfall, they could all be equipped with better artifacts, and their monthly stipends could be increased by 50%.
Next ca the artifacts—ten in total, all of them Mystic-grade.
Previously, apart from that one Superior Mystic artifact lent by the Seven Star Sect, the Fang family had only one Inferior Mystic artifact of its own.
This new batch dramatically elevated the family’s overall strength.
Then there were manuals and martial techniques—again, nearly all Mystic-grade.
Lastly, there were life-saving items.
Aside from the precious Lingyue Sect token, the most formidable was a Golden Sword Talisman.
This talisman held three sealed sword strikes, capable of instantly killing early-stage Foundation Establishnt cultivators and even injuring mid-stage ones if caught off guard.
With this, Fang Ting no longer feared any elder from the Seven Star Sect.
The ring also contained a wealth of talismans, array disks, dicinal pills, and pill formulas—each one a treasure in its own right.
Holding the heavy storage ring, Fang Ting couldn’t help but sigh.
“The first Child of Destiny saved the Fang family.
Now the second one not only protects us, but also accelerates our rise.” “With them around, I could practically retire from my role as patriarch.” After the brief mont of emotion, Fang Ting summoned the seven clan elders, along with Fang Mu Ge’s parents.
The Grand Elder was the first to arrive and imdiately reported the visit from the Seven Star Sect’s disciple.
Fang Ting remained unruffled and replied calmly, “Don’t worry—I’ll handle it.” If the Seven Star Sect elder still dared to make a move after learning Fang Mu Ge had beco the personal disciple of Lingyue Sect’s Grand Elder, then Fang Ting wouldn’t hesitate to send him to his grave with the Golden Sword Talisman.
Seeing his confidence, the Grand Elder finally breathed a little easier.
Monts later, Fang Mu Ge’s parents arrived and anxiously asked, “Patriarch, how is our Mu Ge doing?” “I called you here for this very reason,” Fang Ting said with a soft voice.
“Rest assured—Mu Ge is doing very well.” “His talent exceeded all our expectations.
He’s been personally accepted as a disciple by the Grand Elder of Lingyue Sect.” The seven clan elders imdiately gasped in shock.
“Good heavens!
The Grand Elder took him in as a disciple?!” “That boy Mu Ge is incredible!
Heaven truly smiles on our Fang family!” “This is wonderful!
With this backing, we can finally focus on growing our clan without worry!” It was only now that the Grand Elder understood why Fang Ting had been so calm.
With this kind of backing, even the Seven Star Sect would have to think twice.
Fang Mu Ge’s parents didn’t fully understand what kind of status the Grand Elder of Lingyue Sect held, but seeing the shock and elation on the elders’ faces made it clear: their son’s position was beyond extraordinary.
This ant one thing—no one in the sect would dare bully Fang Mu Ge.
Their anxiety finally eased, replaced by pride and joy, though their concern for their son still lingered visibly on their faces.
Later, Fang Mu Ge arranged new jobs for his parents—prestigious, well-paid, and easy—on par with what Fang Luo’s father had.
He also gifted them a large amount of spirit stones and dicinal pills.
After they left, Fang Ting took out the newly obtained Mystic-grade artifacts.
“These were requested by Mu Ge on our behalf.
Each of you may pick one that suits you.” The seven elders stared wide-eyed, breathing heavily.
“All Mystic-grade?!” “Mu Ge is truly a blessing from the heavens to our Fang family!” “First Fang Luo was taken in by a master, now Mu Ge shows such astonishing talent… we’re destined to rise!” Each elder chose an artifact, leaving the remaining three for Fang Ting.
It wasn’t that they didn’t recognize the best artifacts—they had, in fact, left the finest ones behind deliberately.
They knew that, as the clan’s leader and strongest cultivator, Fang Ting was best suited to wield them.
“In addition to the artifacts, we also have so Mystic-grade manuals and techniques.
I’ll place them in the training hall so our clansn can pick according to their needs.” “Finally, starting today, everyone’s monthly stipend will increase by 50%.” Fang Ting’s announcents left the seven elders brimming with excitent.
“Now that we have both resources and powerful allies,” Fang Ting concluded, “it’s ti for the Fang family to go all-in on developnt!
Our goal—relocate to a grand city like Lingyue City!” “Yes, Patriarch!!” the elders replied in unison, voices full of resolve.
In the past, the idea of moving to Lingyue City was unthinkable—real estate alone was unaffordable.
They had been content just to hang on to their corner of Yunshan City.
But now, with two prodigies—Fang Luo and Fang Mu Ge—leading the way, they had the confidence and the ambition to dream big.
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