I became an immortal on earth.

After much persuasion from Gu Tianxiong, Gu Li finally made up her mind not to disturb Fang Wang. She turned and went into the pavilion to prepare for cultivation. 💔♜ ❻❾𝕊н𝐔א.¢𝐎𝓶 🍔🔥

Gu Tianxiong breathed a sigh of relief, thinking how close he had come to disaster.

His quick thinking was truly ingenious.

Ah!

Therefore, I will persuade my daughter to focus on her cultivation from now on and prevent her from having any contact with Fang Wang.

"My dear daughter, I'll help you with your pursuit of him. Just stay away from him for now. Anyway, Fang Wang has no feelings for you, so you won't get hurt." With this thought, Gu Tianxiong's guilt vanished, replaced by gratitude.

There's really no one else who can be a father like him!

Gu Tianxiong turned and left, intending to go and talk to Fang Wang.

The matter of taking a wife and concubines can be put aside for now, but some guarantees must be made!

the other side.

Fang Wang sat on the bridgehead, stretched, and sighed, "I wonder when the Sword Sect will arrive. Judging by the days, it should be about time."

Little Purple lay beside him, gazing at the vast lake, and replied, "Who knows? Maybe he's scared."

If you look closely, you can vaguely see a figure practicing swordsmanship in its snake eyes. The movements are very fast and difficult to see clearly.

Fang Wang turned to look at Xiao Zi and reached out to rub its snake head.

In recent months, Little Purple has been very well-behaved, becoming somewhat unlike itself.

Fang Wang knew the reason, because he was immersed in sword enlightenment, but he found the whole thing absurd.

Is a snake more gifted in swordsmanship than Song Jinyuan?

No wonder it's a snake demon that survived in the Great Sage's Cave.

At this moment, Song Jinyuan walked onto the wooden bridge and stopped behind Fang Wang. He said, "Master's divine sword is still not found."

The Sword Saint imparted the sword intent of heaven and earth to Fang Wang, and the sword energy was used to create a treasure spirit for Fang Hanyu. He even gave Fang Hanyu his own storage ring, but there was no divine sword in that ring.

Before the Sword Saint passed away, the vast majority of sword cultivators came for the Sword Saint's sword.

Legend has it that the Sword Saint's sword is a weapon that surpasses even the finest magical artifacts, containing the ultimate power of the sword, making it coveted by swordsmen from all over the world.

"If we can't find it, so be it. Master must have his own plans. If we are destined to meet it, it will naturally appear before us."

Fang Wang, on the other hand, was quite open-minded. He had three natal spirit treasures and didn't really crave the Sword Saint's sword.

"Yes, here are the seventy-one high-grade magic swords you requested."

Song Jinyuan nodded, then tossed the storage bag into Fang Wang's arms.

Fang Wang raised an eyebrow and asked, "So fast?"

Song Jinyuan said, "Most of them were gifts from various forces, and Fang Hanyu sorted them out. After all, you are a newly promoted Sword Saint, so the treasures given to you must be swords. I also collected two myself, and had several sword servants go out to buy more than ten more."

High-quality Buddhist artifacts can be quite expensive.

Fang Wang was about to take out rare and precious materials from his storage bag when Song Jinyuan turned around and said:

"You are Jian Tianze's master and my junior brother. Consider this a gift from me to you. The sword servants also thank you for imparting your sword intent, so you don't need to take out your storage bag."

Fang Wang turned his head to look. Song Jinyuan took five steps, then leaped and flew towards the distant mountain on his sword.

He couldn't help but chuckle; this senior brother was quite arrogant.

He whispered, "Little Zi, do you see? This is the benefit of having power. When are you going out to establish yourself as a king and collect rare and precious treasures for me?"

"Forget it, I don't have that ability. It's better for me to stay by your side, young master. If you get bored, you can play with me."

Xiao Zi answered casually, which made Fang Wang's lips twitch.

It's all Gu Tianxiong's fault!

That old lecher!

Fang Wang stopped talking, took Song Jinyuan's storage bag, and took out the magic swords one by one to begin refining the restriction.

Not long after, Gu Tianxiong arrived, nagging incessantly, hoping that Fang Wang could promise not to tell Gu Li the filthy things they had talked about before. Fang Wang agreed, but Gu Tianxiong thought he had agreed too quickly and was afraid that he was being tricked, so he insisted on writing a written agreement. It took quite a while before he left.

After Gu Tianxiong left, Fang Wang couldn't help but sigh, "Xiao Zi, do you think he's stupid? Signing a written agreement is practically creating evidence against him!"

Gu Tianxiong could have denied it outright, but now that he has the written agreement in his hand, he'll be in deep trouble if he loses it one day.

"He's always been a bit silly," Xiao Zi replied casually.

……

With the arrival of the one-year agreement, Jian Tianze became very lively. The lakeside was full of people from all the major sects, including the Taiyuan Sect. The group was led by the Sleepy Immortal and Zhao Chuanqian.

"Elder Zhao, surely the Sword Sect won't dare to come?"

Zhou Bo asked, his gaze falling on Zhao Chuanqian, who was meditating at the front. The hundreds of disciples around him were all disciples of the Taiyuan Sect, and their strength was not weak; the weakest were disciples of branch sects.

The other disciples started discussing among themselves, all feeling that the Sword Sect had backed down.

Most people don't know much about Kong Xi of the Sword Sect, but they regard Fang Wang as a legend.

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After four years of cultivation, he became famous in the Nine Meridians Battle. It was later revealed that his natal spirit treasure was the Heavenly Origin Spirit Treasure. He then swept aside thirteen top geniuses. Later, he obtained the Sword Saint's inheritance, killed the Great Demon King, and was known as the Heavenly Origin Sword Saint. All these achievements are enough to make the disciples of Taiyuan Sect proud.

Now, when they travel the world, the cultivators they encounter, knowing that they come from the Taiyuan Sect, are all amazed by Fang Wang's strength, which makes them feel honored.

"What do you know? Anyone might be afraid, but Kong Xi isn't. This old bastard probably came with murderous intent!"

The Sleepy Immortal snorted coldly. Mentioning Kong Xi, he couldn't help but curse. Clearly, the two had a grudge.

Zhao Chuanqian opened his eyes and calmly said, "The Sword Sect's reputation is not to be underestimated. Even if the sect leader were to face him, he might not be able to win."

Sect Leader!

The disciples immediately fell silent. They believed that Fang Wang was indeed powerful, but compared to the sect leader, he was inevitably inferior. After all, they were disciples of the Taiyuan Sect, and naturally thought that the sect leader, Guang Qiuxian, was the strongest in the sect.

How could Fang Wang transcend from a mortal to seek immortality after sixteen years of cultivation?

That's fine too...

Even Zhou Bo, who loved to praise Fang Wang the most, fell silent.

Just as the Sleepy Immortal was about to speak, he suddenly turned his head, frowned, and looked in one direction. Zhao Chuanqian did the same, his eyes becoming sharp.

At this moment, all the Xuanxin Realm cultivators by Jiantianze Lake looked up and gazed in the same direction.

It was a majestic mountain, and the sun was just above its summit. Following their gaze, they saw a figure standing on the mountaintop, his back to the bright sun, his black clothes fluttering in the wind.

Sword Sect!

at the same time.

Fang Wang, who was sitting cross-legged on the bridge, slowly stood up. He gently waved his Qiankun Fan with his right hand and looked into the distance at Kong Xi.

Xiao Zi looked in that direction, flicking her tongue as she said, "Young Master, he's very strong. He seems even more powerful than the previous Great Demon King. No wonder he dared to challenge you."

A breeze stirred on the lake, thick fog rolled in, and Fang Wang's white robes fluttered, his sideburns swayed, and his eyes were filled with anticipation.

How could he not look forward to a battle that the world is watching?

In our youth, who doesn't yearn to be famous throughout the world and become a hero that everyone admires?

Having cultivated immortality for sixteen years, Fang Wang already possessed his own confidence. With his family watching over him in this battle, he was determined to show his strongest form.

"Fang Wang, the Heavenly Sword Saint, I have arrived!"

Kong Xi's voice suddenly rang out, as loud as thunder, startling thousands of cultivators to their feet, and those living in the pavilions also came out one after another.

His voice echoed above Jian Tianze, lingering for a long time.

Fang Hanyu, Song Jinyuan, and the sword servants all came to Fang Wang's side. Their eyes were fixed on the distance. Although they couldn't see Kong Xi's figure clearly, they could feel the powerful sword energy.

"I joined the Xuanhong Sword Sect at the age of eight, and at the age of twenty, I sculpted a spirit, but only managed to create a mid-grade Xuan Yuan Treasure Spirit. At the age of twenty-five, I traveled the world and was fortunate enough to meet the Sword Saint. The Sword Saint's swordsmanship captivated me. Unfortunately, the Sword Saint said that my aptitude was not good enough to become his disciple."

Kong Xi's voice rang out again, and he began to recount the past.

These words moved many sword servants, as they had the same experience; they all wanted to become the Sword Saint's apprentices, but were unfortunately rejected.

"The saying 'the grade of a treasure is determined by fate' has trapped me, causing me to lose my way for a time. But later I understood that cultivating immortality is inherently defying the heavens. If one must defy the heavens, why believe in fate? So I devoted myself to the study of swordsmanship, and two hundred years passed in a single moment of enlightenment. But when I wanted to prove myself to the Sword Saint, I discovered that the Sword Saint had already sailed south to sea!"

unbelievable!

These words resonated with most of Jian Tianze's cultivators, striking a chord with them.

Fang Wang remained unmoved, but sighed inwardly.

Good trick!

After these two remarks, no one will say that Kong Xi is bullying the young; on the contrary, people will empathize with him and may even support him.

"After the Sword Saint left, I roamed the world, challenging all the great sword cultivators on this land, and finally earned the name of the Sword Sect. But what does it matter?"

"Without defeating the Sword Saint, the Sword Sect is nothing but a joke!"

"Unfortunately, fate did not grant my wish. After my seclusion ended and I finally awaited the Sword Saint's return, I learned that he had passed away!"

"Hahahaha! The Sword Saint has passed away! And before his death, he chose a genius possessing a Heavenly Yuan Treasure Spirit as his successor! How ironic! The Sword Saint succeeded; at least he proved to me that he could indeed find someone with greater talent than me!"

"The Heavenly Yuan Treasure Spirit—throughout history, only legends of it have circulated on this land, but no one has ever actually seen it!"

"Fang Wang, you are a person favored by the heavens. You were born to have everything: the strongest talent, the strongest master, the best of everything. But defeating the Sword Saint is the goal I have pursued throughout my life!"

"Today's battle is yours to fight on behalf of the Sword Saint and the strongest talent he pursues! Forget the Suspended Flood Sword Sect and the Taiyuan Sect; there are no grudges, only a battle of destiny!"

Kong Xi burst into laughter, his laughter echoing above Jian Tianze. His heartfelt words moved the vast majority of the onlookers.

At that moment, they seemed to see an ordinary cultivator about to meet his end drawing his sword against his destiny.

They couldn't help but compare themselves to Fang Wang; what were they, the onlookers, compared to him?

At least the Sword Sect dared to challenge them, while they could only come to join in the fun or to curry favor with Fang Wang!