From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

Looking at the familiar room, Fang Ren gently pulled down little Xiao Yuan from atop his head and walked to the window, his gaze beginning to drift towards the distant dawn.

"How much time has passed?" Fang Ren asked.

"Hei ha~"

The halo atop Xiao Yuan's head stretched out a branch and inscribed two characters on the nearby table: one night.

"Just one night?"

Fang Ren frowned. He had clearly felt as if he had spent a very long time there, even to the point of calculating it in years.

Xiao Yuan then carved out a few more characters on the table: Time inside and outside differs.

"So how long had I spent there?"

On the table: six hundred and thirty-nine days.

"..."

Fang Ren blinked and said, "If I cultivate there, wouldn't that be many times faster than in this world?"

Xiao Yuan shook its head, tapped his head with a branch, then a flash of light spread out, and a stream of information entered Fang Ren's mind.

The general idea was that time within the Asura Gate was very slow, but if he stood on that giant tree, then time would flow at the same rate as this world. If he wanted to cultivate, he would have to enter various Taoist Gates.

However, even though he had the slow passage of time, it was impossible for him to improve his cultivation level, because the laws within the Taoist Gates would force him to cultivate Taoist principles, not enhance his Realm Cultivation Level.

So it was fine to cultivate Taoist principles there, but increasing his cultivation level was not possible.

After hearing its answer, Fang Ren wasn't disappointed. After all, if he really could obtain more than 1200 times slower passage of time, that would be invincible. Others might cultivate for one year, but he could cultivate for over 1200 years.

"However, it seems that my realm has not improved." Fang Ren felt his internal energy and frowned, "Could it be that after experiencing such long torment, I've simply entered the path of Asura?"

"Hei ha!"

Xiao Yuan nodded, then hopped down from Fang Ren's hand and ran to the table with a silly smile, its round arms resting on its halo as if waiting for something.

Fang Ren watched the little creature without saying anything, just quietly observing it.

Not long after, a slender branch began to extend from the gray halo above the little creature's head. It was curved, and the tip was not yet revealed; instead, half of a body appeared first.

It seemed like there was some weight hanging at the tip of the branch.

Pop——

Suddenly, the branch fully extended, revealing a mature fruit hanging from the pig's head. The fruit was entirely red, with ripples that scorched the surrounding air, visibly distorting it to the naked eye.

Xiao Yuan hugged the red fruit and ran toward Fang Ren, bouncing with a silly smile.

"This... you want me to eat it?" Fang Ren was stunned.

A branch from Xiao Yuan's halo reached out and pulled his hand, picking the red fruit and placing it in his palm.

"What is this?"

"Hei ha! Hei ha~"

Xiao Yuan, with a silly smile, chirped and scrawled on the table, but Fang Ren couldn't understand its meaning. Since it wanted him to eat the fruit, he just went ahead and bit into it.

He bit into the red fruit, and Fang Ren paused, shocked. It was as hot as a piece of red-hot iron. If it weren't for the numbness to pain, he had gained from the Asura Gate, he probably would have been rolling on the floor in agony by now.

After swallowing the red fruit in a few bites, Fang Ren's skin began to heat up. Then, a red aura started to emanate from his body, bathing him in a sanguine light.

This red aura was also incredibly hot, making the surrounding air twist and turn, visible to the naked eye.

Hum——

Suddenly, a series of information surged into Fang Ren's brain. His gaze became vacant for a moment, then returned to normal.

"Nine Extinctions Life-Slaying Technique?"

Fang Ren slightly furrowed his brows. This red fruit turned out to be a cultivation technique.

This technique, as its name implies, is divided into nine levels of cultivation, and it is the Asura Gate's most supreme core technique. It aids cultivation with slaughter, focusing entirely on offensive power without any defensive means.

The main philosophy of the technique is to place oneself in a do-or-die situation, using a resolve to slay enemies with a belief in certain death. As soon as one enters combat, the thought of living must be discarded.

It could be said to be a technique that kills a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of oneself. However, this technique suits Asuras perfectly, as they don't mind the pain. Even if they lose eight hundred, so what?

"Ruthless enough, I like it," said Fang Ren, with a faint smile on his face.

But because of his experience in Asura Gate, his smile was abnormal, looking very terrifying and sinister.

Giggle giggle——

At that moment, the true Qi within his body began to surge wildly, and the red aura around him started to converge.

He furrowed his brow and then immediately closed his eyes to meditate, beginning his cultivation.

Seeing this, little Qianye also immediately jumped onto his head and began to mimic his posture, sitting down with two round arms embraced in front of her chest and eyes closed.

After a long while...

Fang Ren's True Qi suddenly calmed down, and waves of energy surged around the room, lifting the table and the bed into the air.

He slowly opened his eyes, moving his body a little, and then released a clump of gray vital energy from his hands.

Looking at the True Qi in his hand that had solidified into shape, no longer crooked as before, Fang Ren casually flicked it away.

Hum—

The bundle of gray vital energy directly and swiftly struck the glass window, where a small round hole immediately appeared in the center, and the gray vital energy continued to fly toward the distance, turning into strands of light that dissipated in the air after traveling over thirty meters away from Fang Ren.

This True Qi was who-knows-how-many-times faster than the sluggish True Qi he had previously released.

Fang Ren slightly furrowed his brows, looked at his own hands, and once again sensed the energy within his body: "Is this... the peak of intense concentration?"

It was quite evident that he had broken through a major realm as the True Qi could now take shape and easily shift its form. Clearly, he was no longer in the Qi Gathering Realm.

Moreover, he could feel that his consciousness had become many times stronger than before and was showing signs of an imminent breakthrough, which was clearly the peak of the next major realm.

In other words, just one more step, and he would be able to enter the initial stage of the Yuanxin Realm, catching up with the average students of Mediocre University.

Crack—

Suddenly, the door was forcefully pushed open. Lin Bozhong rushed in with a panicked expression, scanning the room vigilantly with True Qi coiled around him.

"Young Master! What has happened! I just sensed..."

Lin Bozhong hadn't finished his sentence when his gaze fixed on Fang Ren in a daze. He blinked blankly for a few seconds, then blinked again.

He suddenly felt like he was dreaming. The Young Master had somehow progressed from the initial phase of the Qi Gathering Realm to the peak of intense concentration overnight, which was blatantly wrong, very wrong.

Even Xuan Nv took a day and a half to go from the initial phase of the Qi Gathering Realm to the initial phase of intense concentration. And to reach the peak of intense concentration, Xuan Nv took a full half-month to break through.

The Young Master's cultivation talent was mediocre at best. Before last night, he hadn't even made a breakthrough in the most basic realm, so how could he possibly have leaped from beginner to the peak of intense concentration in just one night?

"It must be a dream, surely I'm overly concerned for the Young Master,"

Lin Bozhong muttered to himself, slapping his own face. Ouch, it hurt, somewhat realistic for a dream...

Two seconds later...

"Young Master?" Lin Bozhong called out tentatively as he came to his senses.

"No assassins, just had a sudden breakthrough," Fang Ren casually replied as he looked at him.

"A sudden breakthrough..."

Lin Bozhong blinked stupidly, was this sudden breakthrough nearly spanning two major realms?

While in the path of cultivation, there was a concept of accumulating quietly before surging forward. But even that required years of accumulation to be possible. The Young Master had just started cultivation less than two weeks ago; how could there be any accumulation in such a short time?

"Hmm, I didn't expect it to be this fast,"

Fang Ren withdrew the vital energy he had released and took little Qianye down from his head. The little creature seemed a bit tired now, lazily sprawling in the palm of his hand.

Lin Bozhong was suddenly at a loss for words, but after a while, a smile of relief spread across his face.

Although the Young Master had been deprived of his Spiritual Root since childhood and spent 22 years as a mortal outside the family, never having been born with any inherent advantages, now he was young and able to concoct three-level pills, and even his cultivation talent was outstanding!

If the Young Master continued at this rate, reaching the Chongshan Realm within two years wouldn't be too difficult.

However, the key issue was surpassing Song Mobei before Xuan Nv turned thirty-two, and that would be challenging. After all, Song Mobei's talent was recognized as the number one amongst Earth's younger generation.

If the Young Master was progressing rapidly, had Song Mobei ever paused?

Shaking his head, Lin Bozhong stopped thinking about those matters. After all, there were still seven years until those events, and if the Young Master seized these two years, then in the next five years, wouldn't it be possible for the Young Master and Xuan Nv to have a child or something?

Even if the Mu Family didn't give them the opportunity to live together, Xuan Nv's heart ultimately lay with their Young Master, and they couldn't stop it.

With that thought, Lin Bozhong's heart grew even more content.

But with this development... the left faction of the Fang Family was in trouble...

Ding-dong—

A message tone suddenly sounded in the room.

Fang Ren reached into his pocket, touched his cell phone, lit up the screen, and saw over forty missed calls and dozens of emails.

He swiped the screen gently, looking at the familiar contacts displayed and felt a warm sense in his heart. Like Lin Bozhong, who had burst in with a panic-stricken face, although Fang Ren didn't show much on the surface, he was quite moved by Lin's concern for him.

After all, he had spent six hundred and thirty-nine days in Purgatory before seeing these people again; declaring no feelings of longing would be false.

Especially for Mu Huanqing... that was yearning.

And Uncle Han...

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