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I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm

Reincarnated as the son of the Duke in the Qi Dynasty, Fang Wang's mind housed a Heavenly Palace, where his consciousness could enter to cultivate. He could practice any cultivation technique or secret art to great perfection, only emerging when it was truly perfect. No matter how long he spent in the Heavenly Palace, in reality, it was but a moment's time. At the tender age of sixteen, Fang Wang stumbled upon the mythic realm of martial arts, unbeknownst to anyone else. However... One day, Fang Wang overheard whispers that Zhou Xue, the foster daughter of his uncle, had gone mad, prophesying doom for the Fang household. Curiosity piqued, Fang Wang stealthily approached Zhou Xue's room, catching her muttering to herself, "Sigh, even as a former celestial dignitary, I find myself powerless to alter the fate of my family. Is the heavens playing tricks on me... If only I could rewind time by just one month..." A reincarnated celestial dignitary? Fang Wang's perception shattered, a mix of shock and excitement washing over him. Who needs martial arts when you can ascend to immortality? Embarking on a journey spanning the vast landscapes, Fang Wang sought the one celestial art in the mortal realm capable of turning one into an immortal god.

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Chapter 44: Divine Nurturing Sword Qi, Sword in the Eye

After the battle with Xu Lang, more information about Fang Wang began to spread.

Before joining, he was only in the seventh level of the Qi Cultivation Realm, but three years after joining, he defeated a direct disciple in the ninth level of the Spirit Elixir Realm!

This news was spread by the disciples of the third vein and swept through the city like a whirlwind. All who heard it were shaken. The prodigies of legend had appeared among them, making it seem unreal. Many people doubted this, thinking that Fang Wang was just as low-profile as Ye Xiang, giving the impression he was a new disciple.

Time would prove the truth!

In an inn within the main city, Zhao Zhen sat by the window. He was not looking at the Golden Mirror in the sky, but was pouring himself a drink, his right hand trembling as he did so.

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