Chapter 11

"Kill him, I must kill him!" A voice like a wolf's howl echoed incessantly within the vast estate of the Chen family, which spanned five miles.

Many passing servants, upon hearing this voice, quickly moved in other directions, fearing to stay even a moment longer.

In the spacious room, Chen Zhenghua, lying diagonally on the bed, fiercely threw a teacup at the maid serving him, and shouted harshly, "You lowly wretch, even you mock me. Do you believe I won't sell you to the lowest brothel right now?"

The teenage maid, trembling, cowered like a frightened little animal, allowing the cut on her forehead to bleed uncontrollably.

However, the maid's silence was seen by Chen Zhenghua as silent resistance. He picked up the iron paperweight from the table, gathered all his strength, and threw it fiercely at the frail maid.

"Die..."

Although Chen Zhenghua's legs were broken, his cultivation at the fifth level of Qi Practitioner remained. The iron paperweight, infused with his internal energy, had the force of a thousand pounds.

"Bang!"

The frail maid had no time to dodge and was struck on the head by the iron paperweight, falling to the ground immediately.

"Ha ha ha... You mocked me, but how can a lowly wretch like you mock me, the eldest son of the Chen family!" Chen Zhenghua looked at the fallen maid, his voice filled with a mad impulse.

"Enough!"

A cold voice came from outside the room. With this voice, the head of the Chen family, Chen Shengnan, stepped in.

Seeing Chen Shengnan's cold face, Chen Zhenghua shut his mouth.

Chen Shengnan did not pay much attention to the maid lying in a pool of blood. He waved his hand, and a guard quickly picked up the maid's neck and left the room.

From the guard's actions, it was clear that he was well-versed in this task.

"Bang!"

A slap landed fiercely on Chen Zhenghua's face.

"Father, you..." Chen Zhenghua touched his face, surprised and somewhat angry as he looked at Chen Shengnan.

Chen Shengnan looked at Chen Zhenghua coldly and said harshly, "A small setback has made you like this? How can you inherit the family business of the Chen family in this state? How can you make the Chen family the first family of Nanhua Continent?"

"Father, I was wrong." Seeing Chen Shengnan's gloomy face, Chen Zhenghua felt his heart tremble.

What he cared more about was Chen Shengnan's words: how to lead the Chen family to become the first family of Nanhua Continent.

This meant that Chen Shengnan had thoughts of deposing him.

And a deposed family heir usually did not meet a good end. Chen Zhenghua's mind quickly flashed back to the image of his uncle being roasted alive in an iron cage.

Chen Shengnan nodded and said, "Good, knowing your mistake is good. Take this Rebirth Pill and cultivate well in the next few days. Don't cause any more trouble."

Taking the Rebirth Pill from Chen Shengnan, Chen Zhenghua nodded rapidly, "Father, rest assured, I will cultivate well."

"Humph!"

Chen Shengnan took a few steps in the room filled with broken objects and then said sinisterly, "Don't provoke that Fang boy for a while."

Chen Zhenghua wanted to agree, but he was very unwilling. He mustered his strength and said, "Father, that boy has disgraced our Chen family. If we let it go like this..."

"Let it go? How can we let it go! But that boy has a Foundation Establishment cultivator backing him, so we have to avoid his sharp edge!" Chen Shengnan said sinisterly, "Moreover, there are many ways to make someone disappear. Direct killing is the most foolish."

"Father, you mean..." Chen Zhenghua's face showed increased anticipation.

Looking at his son's face, Chen Shengnan felt a bit disappointed. But he still nodded, "Yes, after some time, when most people have forgotten about this matter, let that boy die silently."

"Then... what if that Lin person investigates?" After a moment of excitement, Chen Zhenghua asked with some concern.

Chen Shengnan chuckled, "Cultivation is ruthless. To a cultivator, mortals are just passersby, and they will forget them completely after some time. Besides, your Uncle is about to advance to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. Even if he investigates, without evidence, what can he do to us!"

Chen Shengnan, feeling somewhat proud and expectant, continued, "Moreover, your second sister..."

Chen Shengnan stopped speaking halfway through the sentence.

Chen Zhenghua was very curious about his second sister's situation, but seeing his father's face grow colder, he wisely swallowed his question.

He knew that his father had great expectations for his second sister. His second sister had been taken away by his Uncle, who was at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, as if to serve a great person...

"Father, I understand!" Chen Zhenghua clenched his fists and said solemnly.

Chen Shengnan nodded, "Good, understand. By the way, cultivate well in the next few days. The Nine Lotus Sect's triennial selection is coming up. Although you may not be able to reach Foundation Establishment, serving as a servant in the Nine Lotus Sect for three years will be very helpful for you to take over as the head of the Chen family."

...

"Xiao Ling, this should be the large garden Aunt Fang mentioned. Look, the fish pond Aunt Fang talked about is still here!" Amidst the garden's flowers and plants, Hua Shuying ran around happily, like a dancing butterfly.

Fang Ling stood on a square stone, watching Hua Shuying's joy. In the original owner's memory, this girl was undoubtedly a stern older sister, but in reality, she was just a sixteen-year-old girl.

In the era he came from, at her age, she should have been preparing for her high school entrance exam.

"Xiao Ling, what if we build a pavilion here and fish like Aunt Fang and the others?" Hua Shuying stood by the lake, smiling at Fang Ling.

Fang Ling nodded, "Good, we'll build a large pavilion where we can fish and rest."

As he spoke, Fang Ling looked around. The walls that the Chen family had built were all torn down, and the connected houses were enough to recreate the grandeur of the Fang family in the past.

A century-old family, now reduced to dust!

The vast Fang family now had only him and Hua Shuying left.

Although Fang Ling did not know the reason for the Fang family's decline, he could guess from today's situation.

In this world, everything is illusory; only one's own strength is real.

After half an hour, the tired Hua Shuying went back to rest. Fang Ling stood in the large garden and began to cultivate the Fang family's ancestral Cultivation Technique.

After thirty-six cycles of cultivation, the sky was already filled with a bright moon.

Through these thirty-six cycles, Fang Ling felt his spirit was very full.

"Bang!"

A punch landed on a stone, and three cracks immediately appeared.

Two thousand pounds of strength, with no significant increase.

Fang Ling was not disappointed by this. He had just broken through to the third level of Qi Practitioner, and it was impossible to advance further in one go.

But deep down, his thirst for strength made him a bit restless.

Although Lin Mucheng had spoken, Fang Ling knew the Chen family would not let it go so easily.

If they couldn't do it openly, they would do it secretly. It's easy to dodge an open arrow, but hard to avoid a hidden one.

With Fang Ling's habits, he preferred to eliminate danger beforehand. But now he had no ability to eliminate the Chen family.

The third level of Qi Practitioner was not ordinary in Dinging City, but there were at least a thousand people in the entire city with this level of cultivation.

The Chen family had at least five hundred people with this level of cultivation.

Not to mention those at the seventh level of Qi Practitioner or higher, who could destroy him with one hand.

"Swish!"

With a light sword sound, a long sword shimmering with a faint golden light appeared in Fang Ling's hand.

The Jinghong Sword, the treasure sword sent by Li Mingli from the Treasure Pavilion.

Although Lin Mucheng did not value this sword, it was indeed a good sword, capable of cutting through iron like butter and slicing hair with a breeze.

But what Fang Ling liked most was that this sword had once belonged to the Fang family.

The ancient sword scabbard bore the character "Fang" in an ancient style.

It seemed that Li Mingli had sent this sword partly because of this character "Fang."

"Jinghong Sword Technique"

"Pointing Heaven Sword"

"Jinghong Shadow"

"Lightning Jinghong"

...

The thirty-six forms of the Light Splitting Sword Technique, Fang Ling practiced faster and faster. When the last form was executed, Fang Ling had already merged with the sword light.

"Slash!"

With Fang Ling's light shout, two beams of sword light heavily slashed the trunk of a large tree. As the sword light flashed, the massive tree crown fell to the ground.

Standing under the tree crown, Fang Ling took a deep breath.

He was not satisfied with the sword technique he had performed. According to the records of the Light Splitting Sword Technique, when fully mastered, one strike could split into nine beams of sword light.

And each beam of sword light could turn from virtual to real.

One reason for his short practice time was his cultivation talent.

According to the annotations in the Light Splitting Sword Technique, some people had already reached the first level of the technique, splitting into three beams of sword light, after their first practice.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Ling did not become discouraged.

He could only rely on himself.

Since his talent was average, he would make up for it with diligence. He believed he could master the Light Splitting Sword Technique.

But this comfort made him feel a bit bitter. Diligence had a good chance of helping him master the Light Splitting Sword Technique, but with his talent, breaking through to the ninth level of Qi Practitioner and becoming a Foundation Establishment cultivator was undoubtedly more difficult than climbing a mountain.

Just as Fang Ling was about to practice the Light Splitting Sword Technique again with the Jinghong Sword in his hand, the moonlight shone on the Jinghong Sword.

With the moonlight, Fang Ling felt his vision darken.

When he opened his eyes and looked ahead, a space of a thousand feet suddenly appeared before him.

This space appeared suddenly, and from outside this space, Fang Ling saw a thin barrier like the one in the Lashan Secret Realm!

Seeing this strange scene, Fang Ling's heart stirred. One of the thousand maps in his mind, which had been dormant, suddenly lit up with the appearance of this space.

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