Chapter Three : The Threat Revealed, the Body Reforged
Just like last time, after a few polite refusals, Fang Ting accepted the gift with a show of reluctance—but in truth, he couldn't wait to get his hands on it.
Seeing that Fang Luo wasn't leaving right away, Fang Ting decided to probe further, hoping to draw out more details about the future calamity that would befall the Fangfamily. The more he knew, the better he could prepare.
"Fang Luo, what's your opinion on the current situation in Yunshan City?"
[I was just wondering how I might bring this up. Didn't expect Sixth Uncle to ask so directly.]
Though that thought crossed his mind, Fang Luo's expression remained humble and bashful as he scratched his head.
"How could I possibly understand something like that?"
Fang Ting chuckled lightly and took a sip of his spiritual tea.
"Different perspectives reveal different insights. You've lived in the city for over ten years. Just speak freely about what you've seen and thought."
"Alright, then I'll share what I've observed."
Fang Luo began to analyze seriously. "On the surface, the three major clans of Yunshan City seem to get along, but in reality, they're constantly at odds—each one eager to wipe out the other two."
"After all, Yunshan City is only so large, and the surrounding resources are limited. If one clan could dominate the rest, they'd have exclusive access to everything."
Fang Ting nodded. That much was obvious—most people knew it.
Fang Luo continued.
"Previously, the Zou and Wei families held the upper hand over us. But after your breakthrough to mid-stage Profound Core, our Fang clan has become their equal—and maybe even started to outshine them. Their Profound Core cultivators are old and declining, while you're still in your prime."
"That's why the Zou and Wei families are watching us closely. They're likely already scheming against us."
[In my past life, it was precisely because those two families felt threatened by Sixth Uncle's rise that they joined forces to eliminate the Fang clan.]
[They first looted our clan's Black Iron Mine. Then they ambushed Sixth Uncle along the road to the mine, using formations and powerful artifacts to take down our strongest asset.]
[Finally, they collaborated with the city lord—who wanted a share of the spoils—and seized all our clan's property and businesses. The Fang family was wiped out completely.]
[But now that I'm here, I'll never let that happen again.]
Fang Ting was struck by sudden clarity—it explained everything. Their clan hadn't provoked any major enemies, yet they were annihilated in less than a month. Of course it had to be those two old enemies.
In hindsight, it all made sense.
Now, thanks to Fang Luo's memories of his past life, Fang Ting finally had the missing details.
He nodded solemnly. "What you said makes a lot of sense. We'll need to increase our vigilance and take precautions."
"Yes, caution is necessary," Fang Luo agreed.
[Once I'm strong enough, those two clans will be the first I eliminate—permanently erasing that threat.]
They continued chatting for a while. Fang Luo skillfully balanced bold insight with subtle restraint—offering ideas without seeming too unusual or suspicious.
Fang Ting, for his part, acted along with full cooperation.
When Fang Luo finally left, Fang Ting handed him more cultivation resources. Fang Luo returned to his quarters to begin training, while Fang Ting sat back to enjoy the passive benefits.
Afterward, he opened the wooden box Fang Luo had given him. Inside were one cultivation technique, two martial arts manuals, and one pill formula.
In the Tianyuan Realm, cultivation techniques, martial arts, magical artifacts, and pills were all graded from Heaven, Earth, Mystic, to Yellow, with even rarer Saint and Immortal tiers above.
The highest-level techniques currently owned by the Fang clan were of low-grade Mystic rank. The Zou and Wei families were in the same boat.
But what Fang Luo had given… were low-grade Earth-level techniques!
Even in the Lingyue Sect's grand library, such manuals were considered rare treasures. Their value was unimaginable.
It wasn't that Fang Luo didn't have better ones—rather, the Fang clan didn't need or deserve anything too high-level right now. If something too valuable leaked, it could bring disaster.
The upgraded Qi-Gathering Pill formula followed the same principle—it slightly enhanced the pill's effects without being so miraculous as to draw unwanted attention.
Fang Luo, who had cultivated for nearly a thousand years in his previous life, understood all too well: "A man's wealth is his own ruin by attracting envy."
Fang Ting stared at the manuals and pill formula with mixed feelings.
"Other people's cheat abilities are so nice. My system doesn't even have cashback, let alone a newbie gift."
Unexpectedly, the system's voice rang out in his head at that moment.
"This system does have a newbie gift."
Fang Ting froze.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?!"
"You didn't ask."
"I…!"
A series of unkind phrases surfaced in Fang Ting's mind, but he restrained himself.
"Fine. What's in the newbie gift? Give it to me. Now."
"Congratulations to the host for acquiring a growth-type special constitution: Flawless Body."
"Growth-type constitution: As the host's cultivation improves, the body evolves—from Flawless Spirit Body → Flawless Saint Body → Flawless Immortal Body."
"Current cultivation: Profound Core. Initial stage: Flawless Spirit Body. Begin integration?"
Fang Ting shot to his feet.
A growth-type special constitution!
In this world, there were those favored by Heaven who were born with rare physiques. They cultivated faster, fought stronger, and broke through bottlenecks more easily.
For ordinary cultivators with average aptitude, even with abundant resources, their limits were low unless they had great fortune.
But those with special constitutions had vastly higher ceilings.
Special physiques were ranked: Spirit Body, Saint Body, and Immortal Body.
Spirit Bodies were one-in-ten-thousand. Saint Bodies were even rarer—there had only been one recorded in the entire history of the Qi Dynasty.
As for Immortal Bodies—they existed only in legend. Fang Ting wasn't even sure they truly existed.
From the system, Fang Ting learned the characteristics of the Flawless Body.
In essence, it was pure and flawless—transcendent and untainted.
The Flawless Spirit Body granted complete immunity to all poisons—physical, spiritual, and even pill-related.
Normally, cultivators relied heavily on pills, and over time, even beneficial ones would accumulate toxins in the body. If these weren't purged, they would damage the foundation.
But with the Flawless Spirit Body, that problem was gone. Fang Ting could consume pills freely with no risk to his foundation.
The Flawless Saint Body was even more impressive—no bottlenecks at all. Once the required energy was gathered, one could break through immediately, without inner demons or blockages.
In short, possessing the Flawless Saint Body meant your cultivation path had no ceiling.
"With the system's feedback from the Children of Destiny, and this Flawless Saint Body with no bottlenecks… why would I even need to work? I could just lie down and wait."
"Maybe one day I'll wake up from a nap and find myself already ascended."
The thought thrilled Fang Ting.
He immediately laid out formation disks around the room—multiple layers of protection in case the fusion caused any disturbances.
"Begin fusion."
The process wasn't as violent as Fang Ting had expected. The pain crept in slowly, then spread across his body, seeping into every limb and even down to each hair strand.
He could feel his blood, flesh, and bones being refined and purified.
Despite the intense pain, Fang Ting felt an undeniable joy.
The transformation lasted about half an hour before the pain gradually subsided.
At that moment, Fang Ting felt completely different—renewed from the inside out.
If he'd had any poison on hand, he might've drunk it just for fun.