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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 181: Hongxuan Emperor, Lü Xianming

The waves slapped against the desk, crashing onto the rocks like shattering crystals.

A youth in white stood atop a rock, facing the sea, ceaselessly throwing punches—it was Fang Jing.

Another year had passed, Fang Jing was nearly ten, and compared to his time at the Xuan Dynasty Imperial Palace, he seemed like a different person. He now had the air of a young man, and although his face was covered with sweat, his eyes were resolute, and he brimmed with vitality.

Not far away, Fang Wang lay on the beach sunbathing, still using the Fox Mask to hide his face. He appeared to be sleeping, but in reality, he was pondering how to integrate all his swordsmanship.

Xiao Zi, looking at Fang Jing's small figure practicing punches, exclaimed, "Young Master, how does this boy's talent keep growing?"

It watched Fang Jing from the start of his cultivation—he was initially mediocre, but gradually, his natural talent seemed to improve. This feeling was strange, yet it truly felt that way.

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