Becoming Immortal in the Mortal World
Reborn as the heir of the Duke’s Mansion in the Qi Dynasty, Fang Wang possessed a celestial palace within his mind, allowing his consciousness to enter and cultivate. Within this palace, any technique or supreme art could be trained to complete mastery; only upon perfecting it could he emerge. No matter how long he spent inside, only an instant passed in the real world. At sixteen, without anyone’s knowledge, Fang Wang stepped into the legendary realm of martial myths. However, one day Fang Wang heard that his fourth uncle’s adopted daughter, Zhou Xue, had gone mad, claiming within the mansion that the Fang family would soon be wiped out. Quietly, Fang Wang approached the outside of Zhou Xue’s room and overheard her muttering to herself: “Alas, I was once a supreme immortal lord, yet now I’ve returned to my youth and cannot change my family’s fate. Is Heaven mocking me on purpose? If only I’d come back a month earlier, things wouldn’t be this way…” A reincarnator? And an immortal lord at that? Fang Wang’s understanding of the world was shaken, but amid the shock, he felt a surge of delight. If one could cultivate immortality, who would bother with martial arts? …Traversing the vast world and endless mountains and rivers, he sought but one immortal art that could grant instant ascension.
Becoming Immortal in the Mortal World
The setting sun cast its dying light over the city of Nanqiu, bathing the towering walls in a golden glow. Moss crept along the corners of the ramparts, while citizens, merchants, and caravans queued at the city gates. Within, streets branched in every direction, lined with inns, shops, and bustling alleys. Children romped through narrow lanes; townsfolk hawked their crafts along the roadside. Wandering martial artists beat drums and gongs, drawing crowds to their performances. Wisps of smoke curled from the courtyards, shrouding dusk in a gentle haze.
Fang Wang, sixteen years old, stepped through the gates of the Duke’s Residence. He wore a fitted white robe, his bearing refined and handsome—part scholar’s elegance, part youthful hero’s vigor. The doormen greeted him with smiles, to which he nodded back, never putting on airs.
“The Shadowless Step truly lives up to its reputation. Soon, within five paces, no one could touch me.”
A smile played on Fang Wang’s lips. His internal energy had reached the fabled Mythic Realm; he had mastered the finest swordsmanship, palm techniques, and footwork of the age. He felt invincible.
After all, he was only sixteen!
He had been reincarnated for sixteen years, and now stood at the pinnacle of the mortal world. The rest of his life stretched before him—ripe for enjoyment.
As he walked on, imagining the future, the servants along the way greeted him, calling him “the Thirteenth Young Master.”
His grandfather, Fang Meng, was a founding hero of the Great Qi Dynasty, honored as a second-rank Duke.
