studiobondurri Chapter 132. Nine Heavens of Breath Soil as a gift, the whole clan makes a pilgrimage, only asking t
Chapter 132. Nine Heavens of Breath Soil as a gift, the whole clan makes a pilgrimage, only asking t
Thousands of miles away, at the Fang family's ancestral home.
At the summit of Wanren Mountain, shrouded in mist, the ancient manor, with its thousand-year history, is as silent as a tomb.
Inside the council chamber.
A dozen or so elders of the Fang family sat around a huge rosewood round table, each with a deep and imposing aura, and white hair and beard.
They are the pillars of the Fang family; any one of them could make the entire Chinese martial arts world tremble with a stomp of their foot.
But today, these old monsters, who usually secluded themselves in seclusion and whose minds were as still as ancient wells, had faces full of anxiety and doubt.
The patriarch's supreme summons had not been issued for a century.
What unsettled them even more was the faint spiritual imprint in the summons, which was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.
The patriarch, Fang Tianwen, possesses pure Yang Qi, and is only one step away from becoming a legendary "land immortal." Who could have injured him so severely?
Has that old monster at the summit of Kunlun broken through the barrier?
Or did secular regimes resort to forbidden weapons they could not even imagine?
Inside the hall, even the sound of breathing had disappeared.
Suppression lingers and ferments in everyone's heart.
"Squeak—"
A sickening scraping sound broke the deathly silence.
The massive door, forged from thousand-year-old ironwood and weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, was pushed open a crack from the outside.
A figure leaned against the door frame and slowly walked in.
It was none other than the family head, Fang Tianwen.
His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and his body was unsteady, as if all the bones in his body had been removed.
"Master!"
"Big brother!"
All the elders stood up abruptly, and several elders flashed to Fang Tianwen's side and helped him up.
The first thing I touched was the cold, sweat-soaked clothing.
Fang Tianwen waved his hand, refusing to be helped.
He walked back to the head of the table slowly but firmly, and sat down.
Those eyes, which once looked down upon the world with an imposing and awe-inspiring gaze, now burned with an inconceivable light.
In that light, there was lingering fear and bewilderment from a collapsing worldview.
But more than anything, it was a fanaticism that burned away reason, a resolute determination to risk everything after witnessing a miracle!
He looked around at everyone, his hoarse voice sounding like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other.
"I just..."
"I have seen God."
A single word was uttered.
The suffocating silence of the past was replaced by an even more utter silence.
You could hear a pin drop.
Even a pin drop is inaudible.
An elder with a fiery temper moved his lips, seemingly wanting to rebuke the patriarch for going astray in his cultivation, but Fang Tianwen's next look silenced all his words.
It was a kind of pity that saw through their insignificance and ignorance.
"I'm not crazy."
Fang Tianwen did not explain the word "god," knowing that it was beyond their comprehension.
He changed the subject.
"Qingxue, you all know."
"Of course I know! Our Fang family's once-in-a-millennium Qilin girl is a prodigy!" An elder stroked his beard and praised, trying to ease the tension.
"Just now, I spoke with her through the telepathic jade."
Fang Tianwen paused for a moment, then dropped the first bombshell.
"She has already broken through."
"She's broken through?" The Second Elder was overjoyed. "She's already reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, could it be... that she's touched the threshold of Pure Yang? Truly a blessing for our Fang family!"
Fang Tianwen slowly shook his head.
He looked at the crowd and spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice not loud, but it sounded like a divine pronouncement, a divine decree.
"She has already entered the realm of 'Land Immortal'."
"boom!"
It was as if an invisible giant hammer was slamming down on the top of each elder's head!
"Land-based...deities?!"
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! She's only in her twenties!"
"Brother! Are you sure you're not seeing things?! This place only exists in legends; no one has seen it in a thousand years!"
The entire council chamber is completely out of control!
Someone accidentally crushed a purple clay teacup in their hand, and the scalding tea spilled all over their hand without them even noticing.
Someone suddenly stood up, knocking over the armchair behind them with a loud, ear-piercing crash.
Another elder, without even realizing it, tore off a small tuft of his beard that he had been maintaining for over a hundred years!
"I didn't see wrong."
Fang Tianwen's voice was like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing all the noise.
"And her breakthrough..."
He looked at the elders' blank faces and said the truth that was enough to shatter their lifelong beliefs.
"Just because one of her masters offered her a cup of tea and a bite of food."
"..."
This time, even the hall was no longer deathly silent.
All that remains is an empty, bewildered, and stagnant state, where values have been utterly crushed to dust.
The elders looked at Fang Tianwen as if they were looking at a complete madman.
Fang Tianwen ignored their gazes and simply recounted Fang Qingxue's sights and sounds in a tone that was almost like a dream.
Use the tender leaves of the World Tree to make tea.
Water the vegetables with the blood and essence of a true dragon.
Kitchenware is crafted from divine metal obtained effortlessly through spatial magic.
With each word he spoke, the elders' faces grew paler and their bodies trembled more violently.
When Fang Tianwen finally said that he had only used a wisp of his spiritual power to try to spy on the courtyard house, he was nearly shattered on the spot by the backlash of an unparalleled will...
puff.
An elderly elder's legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, muttering, "God...it's real...God..."
The Second Elder barely managed to stay upright by holding onto the table; his Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his voice was so dry it sounded like it was about to tear apart.
"Big brother...is everything you said...true?"
"Absolutely true."
Fang Tianwen nodded.
Then, he slowly stood up.
An extreme, resolute madness bloomed on his face!
"Our Fang family has lived in seclusion for a thousand years. What do we seek? Isn't it this extraordinary opportunity that allows us to break free from the shackles of martial arts and transcend the mortal realm?!"
"Now, the opportunity has arrived! No! A miracle has occurred!"
"Qingxue was chosen by that supreme being and taken as a maid—what an incredible blessing! It's an extraordinary stroke of good fortune that would make our Fang family's ancestral graves emitting auspicious smoke!"
He walked to the center of the hall, his voice suddenly rising to a deafening crescendo!
"Relay my master's order!"
"Firstly! Open the ancestral hall and invite out the foundation of our Fang family's fortune that has suppressed it for eight hundred years—the 'Nine Heavens Breath Soil'!"
"Secondly! Open the treasure vault! All the millennia-old treasures, rare materials, and divine weapons—not a single one will be left behind; they will all be packed into boxes!"
"Thirdly!" His gaze flashed like lightning as he looked at the youngest elder, who was in his forties. "Third Elder, you must do it immediately! Select three outstanding direct descendants, aged sixteen to twenty, who are exceptional in appearance, talent, and character, and have them accompany me!"
"Patriarch! You are trying to... destroy the very foundation of our Fang family!"
"Please bring out the Heavenly Breath Soil! Absolutely not!"
All the elders rose in shock, unable to comprehend such a mad act.
Fang Tianwen, however, merely gazed in the direction of the capital, his eyes burning with the flame of a pilgrim.
"We're not going to bring Qingxue back!"
"We're going on... a pilgrimage!"
"It is to offer our humblest, yet most devout loyalty, to that great being!"
"It is a great honor for the Fang family that Qingxue can serve by the senior's side! If the other children of the Fang family are fortunate enough to guard the door, sweep the floor, or even tend to the flowers and plants for the senior, it will be an unparalleled glory for them, and indeed for the entire Fang family!"
He waved his hand, his voice booming like thunder.
"Prepare the car! We... are going to offer our family's everything to our senior!"
That afternoon.
A dozen or so black sedans formed a low-key yet austere convoy, silently driving away from the thousand-year-old manor deep in the mountains, speeding towards the capital.
Inside the lead carriage, Fang Tianwen sat upright and solemnly.
In his arms, he solemnly held an ancient jade box, inside which was the "Nine Heavens Breath Soil," which carried the fortune of the Fang family for a thousand years.
The dignity and arrogance on his face had long since vanished.
Instead, it was the expression of the most devout believer, about to meet a deity.
His journey was a pilgrimage.
It is also... a gamble on the entire Fang family's past, present, and future!