Chapter 58

In the painting of the Western Suburb Smoke and Dust, a white tiger flapped its wings and flew leisurely through the void.

In this small space, it had always been the sole ruler. Even the crocodile in the lake, which was several yards long, was no match for it.

Without any natural enemies, the life of the white tiger was very leisurely.

"Ao!"

A few monkeys playing on a small hill annoyed this great ruler, so it let out a fierce roar to express its displeasure.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

The monkeys, who were beaten by the white tiger, scattered like rats seeing a cat, quickly disappearing into the dense forest of the monkey mountain.

One monkey, in its haste, fell onto a rock.

The white tiger was very pleased and was about to continue its daily patrol!

However, when it was about to turn toward a platform, it suddenly stopped in mid-air.

What is that kid doing in seclusion on the platform? There's no fun for me there...

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

A whirlwind suddenly formed in the air, and an immense amount of spiritual energy, as if finding a direction to vent, swirled toward the direction the white tiger was looking at.

This whirlwind startled the white tiger. In its life, it had never seen wind exist in this space!

Its gaze followed the whirlwind, and it saw that the funnel-like whirlwind was descending toward the platform it didn't want to go to.

What's going on?

The white tiger spread its wings and flew toward the platform!

At the Fang family courtyard, it was the time for the servants to clean for the day.

Since these servants had shared life and death with the Fang family, they worked particularly hard.

As the head steward, the thin monkey was increasingly taking on the appearance of a steward. Just the day before, his cultivation had broken through to the fifth level of Qi Condensation.

This made him not only more steady but also more authoritative.

"The head steward, someone from the city lord's residence just came. City Lord Jin Shangming is looking for the young master to discuss the Thousand Mile Token..." A young man in a blue robe stood respectfully beside the thin monkey and reported in a low voice.

The thin monkey waved his hand and said, "Tell the messenger to reply to the city lord that the young master is currently in seclusion. Everything will be discussed after he comes out."

"But the messenger said that the matter of the Thousand Mile Token is being urgently pushed from above. If it's delayed, it might be taken by other families!" The young servant said, a bit anxious.

In his mind, the Thousand Mile Token was the symbol of the greatest power in the city.

A family with the Thousand Mile Token was recognized by the State of Lu as the top family.

The thin monkey chuckled, lightly patted the young man's shoulder, and said calmly, "Even if we Fang family don't compete for it, it will still be ours!"

"In this Dinging City, who would dare to take it if we don't want it?"

The young man's spirit was instantly lifted. In an instant, he seemed to have come to a realization.

Yes, with the young master and the Fang family's status in Dinging City, who could take the token representing the top family if the young master doesn't want it? Who would dare to take it!

I really was worrying too much.

"I'll go tell the messenger then." The young servant was about to run off.

At that moment, a whirlwind suddenly came from the horizon, heading straight for the back courtyard.

The whirlwind, several dozen yards long, made the thin monkey's spirit vibrate as it passed by him. The large amount of spiritual energy inside made him feel a sense of devouring.

But when the whirlwind stopped and swirled in the back courtyard, the thin monkey's expression changed.

Although he didn't know what the whirlwind represented, he knew that the back courtyard was where Fang Ling was in seclusion.

"Everyone, all the guards immediately enter combat readiness. Additionally, anyone who dares to intrude into the Fang residence will be killed without mercy!"

While the Fang residence was in a flurry, in the city lord's residence of Dinging City, Jin Shangming was drinking tea in distress.

"Tell me, that Fang Ling, such a big matter as the Thousand Mile Token, and he doesn't even show his face to this official! How can I..."

Jin Shangming, throwing his teacup, vented his anger at a scholar by his side.

Although the scholar understood his master's frustration, he didn't dare to speak rashly. After all, the Fang family's power in Dinging City was boundless, and anything he said would be wrong.

"Master, I heard that in two months, the major cultivation sects will be recruiting disciples. Young Master Fang Ling will definitely enter a cultivation sect."

Jin Shangming's face instantly lit up. As long as Fang Ling entered a cultivation sect, his authority as the city lord in Dinging City...

"Ha ha ha, good!"

Patting the scholar's shoulder, Jin Shangming was about to speak when he heard someone shout, "Look, what's that?"

"Ah, why isn't the whirlwind moving!"

Jin Shangming and the scholar quickly ran out of the room, their gazes simultaneously fixed on the whirlwind the servants were pointing at.

The scholar didn't quite understand what was happening. After all, he had no impression of cultivation. But as the city lord and a cultivator himself, Jin Shangming's face showed a hint of envy the moment he saw the whirlwind.

"Seventh level of Qi Condensation!"

And just as he said this with envy, on the roof of Huwei Martial Hall, Guan Wushang, the head of Huwei Martial Hall, was also staring intently at the whirlwind.

After a while, he said softly, "Seventh level of Qi Condensation!"

He had been striving to break through the seventh level of Qi Condensation all his life, but he still hadn't managed to do so.

From the position of the whirlwind, he knew it was the Fang residence. And in the Fang family, only one person had broken through to the seventh level of Qi Condensation.

"Master, did Fang Ling break through?" Luo Chan, Guan Wushang's senior disciple, asked, a bit disbelieving.

"Who else could it be!" Guan Wushang's expression was a bit melancholy, but he then said, "Prepare some gifts for the disciples. Oh, and take out that piece of meteoric iron I got recently."

Luo Chan was taken aback. That meteoric iron, Guan Wushang had planned to forge a divine weapon. Now giving it to Fang Ling, it would be hard to find such material again.

Seeing his disciple's hesitant look, Guan Wushang grunted, "You must give to gain. The more we show our generosity now, the better."

He then added, "This is good. With this gentleman breaking through to the seventh level of Qi Condensation, entering a cultivation sect is a sure thing. Life in Dinging City will be easier from now on."

Like Guan Wushang, many people had climbed to their rooftops to watch the Fang family. Most of them were the heads of families in Dinging City!

Their expressions were similar to Guan Wushang's, a mix of envy and relief, and they quickly instructed their subordinates to prepare some precious gifts.

Fang Ling, sitting on the stone platform, was unaware of all this. His eyes were tightly closed, and he had entered a state of no sorrow and no joy.

After an unknown amount of time, the spiritual energy gathered in the sky began to dissipate.

At that moment, Fang Ling opened his eyes.

His eyes were round, without the sharpness they used to have.

But now, the small world before him appeared different in his eyes.

Previously, he saw the space around him as pure.

But now, the space was filled with a faint spiritual energy.

Lifting his hand lightly, Fang Ling's thoughts flickered, and a fist-sized fireball appeared in his hand.

The fireball was crimson and slowly burned in Fang Ling's hand.

Looking at the fireball, Fang Ling's face showed a smile.

"Boom!"

Fang Ling threw the fireball into the crocodile lake nearby. Instantly, the fireball turned into a flame covering half a yard, burning fiercely on the lake surface.

The crocodile, which had been resting, ran around frantically.

After twenty breaths, the flame finally extinguished.

A first-level spell, Flame Spell, that a seventh-level Qi Condensation cultivator could cast!

At the moment the flame extinguished, Fang Ling couldn't help but let out a long roar to the sky!

A surge of exhilaration rushed to his heart!

From today, he, Fang Ling, was a cultivator.

He had taken a huge step on his path of cultivation.

Cultivator!

He was now a cultivator!

With a wave of his sleeve, Fang Ling flew up more than ten yards, and with the spell, the spiritual energy around him gathered like water.

This phenomenon occurred because he now had spiritual energy within his body.

At the moment of breaking through to the seventh level of Qi Condensation, he had completely transformed his internal energy into spiritual energy.

Cultivators could move mountains and fill seas, catch stars and grasp the moon because they used spiritual energy!

And spiritual energy was the most important distinction between cultivators and ordinary practitioners.

The white tiger, sensing Fang Ling's joy, also let out a long roar and quickly rushed to Fang Ling's side.

When Fang Ling felt he couldn't support himself and gently landed on its back, the white tiger, though a bit reluctant, didn't resist much.

This treatment was likely due to the many pills Fang Ling had fed it over the past few days.

Standing in the air, various thoughts flashed through Fang Ling's mind.

The doubts about coming to this world, the struggles in the Lashan Secret Realm, the satisfaction of slaying Qing Luo and others, the difficulties in refining the Nine Turn Dao Pill...

But all of this was now in the past, and he, Fang Ling, would have a new beginning.

Seventh level of Qi Condensation, under twenty years old, these were the disciples that major cultivation sects vied for.

What's next for me...

Half an hour later, Fang Ling walked out of the small space.

As soon as he appeared outside the courtyard, he saw the thin monkey leading all the family members, bowing respectfully to him, "Congratulations, Lord, on advancing to the seventh level!"

"Congratulations, Lord, on advancing to the seventh level!"

Fang Ling laughed and said, "No need for formalities."

"Lord, the city lord's residence, Treasure Pavilion, Huwei Martial Hall, the Ma family, the Xie family, the Li family, and others are waiting at the gate. They have all come to congratulate Lord on achieving the seventh level of Qi Condensation!" The thin monkey said, listing over a dozen forces, almost including all the prominent figures in Dinging City.

Fang Ling wasn't surprised by this situation. He calmly said, "Please invite them," and then walked toward the hall.

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