Chapter 145 | I Accidentally Became the Training Target

Fang Xuan suppressed the discomfort in his body.

His immediate priority was to figure out where he was and find his senior sister.

Although his divine sense was damaged due to his injuries, his Transformation Realm foundation was still intact.

He slowly spread his divine sense, sweeping past the exquisite pavilions and towers not far away.

As expected... it was the Fang family.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief.

At least he hadn't landed in some bizarre, dangerous location again.

It was also fortunate that when he first transmigrated, he had immediately smashed the soul lamp of the "Young Master Fang."

As long as no one conducted a soul-search, everything should be fine.

No one would discover that the real Young Master Fang was already... gone.

Furthermore, with his current strength, even if he couldn't win a fight, no one in the Fang family would be able to soul-search him.

......

He rummaged through his ring and found a soft, plain white cloth band that still carried a faint, cold fragrance.

It was his senior sister’s chest binding cloth; he had quite a few of these, all given to him by her.

He used the cloth to re-wrap his right hand, tying it in a neat knot.

Only after completing this did he step onto the small jade-paved path and walk toward the central complex of buildings......

......

As he walked along, the surroundings were serene, and the spiritual energy was several times denser than in the outside world—clearly the result of a meticulously arranged spirit-gathering effect.

Occasionally, he saw servants or guards dressed in uniform uniforms hurrying past; upon seeing him, they immediately stopped and bowed their heads.

Fang Xuan ignored these gazes; he only wanted to find someone to clarify the situation and then immediately look for his senior sister.

Without him by her side, his senior sister—who appeared cold on the surface but was actually incredibly dependent on him—might be hiding somewhere and crying in secret.

Once she started, she would cry for days.

.......

As he neared the central area, he encountered more members of the Fang family.

These young men and women were dressed in fine clothing, and their auras mostly ranged between Foundation Establishment and Void Core, with the occasional surge of a Golden Core Realm cultivator.

They were either talking in small groups or sitting alone in cultivation, but as Fang Xuan walked past, every eye focused on him......

.......

"Look! That must be Young Master Fang Xuan. I heard the Grand Elder brought him back from the outside...... No matter how great a genius one is, they are merely the threshold to meet him."

"The Transformation Realm! My God, he looks even younger than us, doesn't he? This talent...... it's simply terrifying!"

"Transformation Realm? That's impossible! I've cultivated bitterly for thirty years, eating pills like candy, and I've only just touched the threshold of the Void Core! Did he start cultivating in the womb?"

"Shh—keep it down. He's a true heavenly genius, and he surely cultivates day and night without ceasing!

Unlike you, who squanders whatever talent you have on... cough, anyway, you're on different levels. Don't compare yourself; it's just asking for humiliation."

"I heard he was heavily injured and unconscious for nearly a month when he returned, and he just woke up...... Tsk tsk, to be injured like that and still maintain his Transformation Realm cultivation, how deep must his foundation be?"

.......

Fang Xuan turned a deaf ear to these discussions. After passing through several moon gates, a magnificent main hall appeared ahead.

The square in front of the hall was vast and paved with white jade, where several people stood talking.

One of them appeared to be a Fang family elder.

A young girl stood beside him.

The girl seemed somewhat distracted, her gaze frequently drifting toward the direction of the quiet rooms.

When Fang Xuan's figure appeared at the edge of the square, the girl ignored the setting, lifted her skirts, and jogged toward him, her voice sickeningly sweet:

"Brother Fang Xuan! You're finally awake! Do you know how worried I was about you? I......"

"Shut up."

Fang Xuan didn't stop, nor did his gaze linger on her for even a split second. Was this the Fang family version of Shen Qingqing?

His gaze passed over the girl, who froze in place with a suddenly pale face, and landed directly on the elder. He asked, "Where is my father?"

The elder was momentarily stunned by that blunt "Shut up," seemingly not expecting this young master to have such a... direct temper upon waking.

He quickly gathered his thoughts and answered respectfully, "Young Master Fang Xuan, the family head is currently handling important matters at the ancestral grounds in the Southern Wilderness. He is not at this side hall. The Fifth Elder is here; if you have questions, you may speak with him."

Fang Xuan prepared to walk inside.

The girl who had been ignored for a long while, now filled with shame and indignation, seemed unwilling to be dismissed so easily.

She couldn't help but speak again, her voice tinged with a sob: "Brother Fang Xuan! You... don't you recognize me? I am Ruyan! When we were little, we used to......"

Fang Xuan tilted his head and glanced at her.

He was already feeling irritable and was about to snap at her.

Lin Yurou felt a surge of fear from the coldness in his eyes, and her remaining words got stuck in her throat.

Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears began to fall drop by drop, making her look as if she had suffered a monumental grievance.

The Third Elder saw this and frowned, glancing coldly at Lin Yurou. "What kind of thing do you think you are to pester the Young Master here?"

He had long found this woman an eyesore.

Ever since news spread that the Young Master had been brought back unconscious, this woman from a collateral branch—appearing out of some god-forsaken corner—had been coming every day under the guise of being an "old acquaintance" to fish for information. She constantly tried to act concerned and show off her charms; her intentions were clear as day.

She thought she was clever, believing she could climb high by clinging to him.

He had only bothered to humiliate her with patience before because of the Young Master’s reputation.

Now that the Young Master was awake and his attitude was clear, the elder naturally didn't need to be polite anymore.

Under the spiritual pressure of the Third Elder, Lin Yurou felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. She didn't even dare to cry anymore, nor did she dare to say another word, stumbling backward as she fled.

The elder then withdrew his gaze. When he faced Fang Xuan again, his face had changed to one of respect, and he bowed slightly. "An insignificant person disturbed your peace, Young Master."