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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 49 Zhou Xue's Tactics [Seeking Monthly Passes]

Fang Wang maintained a distance of thirty feet from the mysterious figure on the map; the smoky haze wavered, and the figure gradually solidified as if a ghost had appeared. Even under the bright light of day, it was quite eerie.

"You... what are you?"

Before Fang Wang could ask, the Green Snake anxiously inquired. It was more frightened than Fang Wang, on two accounts: one was out of genuine fear, and the other was fear of being misunderstood by Fang Wang.

The figure was blurred, only allowing for a rough outline to be seen.

"Junior, do you wish to lay your hands on the Heavenly Gang Saint Body Technique?"

A voice aged with time emanated from the mysterious figure, its tone calm.

Fang Wang, holding the Heavenly Palace Halberd, replied, "Wouldn't it be a pity if such a fine technique weren't passed down?"