Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms - Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Returning to the Capital

“You’re residing in the Soaring Light City, right? What brings you here? My big brother is still outside and hasn’t returned yet,” Fang Zhixue asked.

Xia Song nervously glanced at Great Mountain Tiger before squeezing out a strained smile. “We heard that the Fang Clan is residing near the spirit spring, so we came here to pay a visit.”

“You’re guests? Come with me.” Fang Zhixue grinned.

Great Mountain Tiger began heading toward the Fang Manor with her on its back.

Xia Song and the others had come on horseback, but the earlier massive wolf had sent them fleeing in fright. This left them with no choice but to walk, but their height was nowhere close to Great Mountain Tiger, and Fang Zhixue was sitting on its back.

This made them look like Fang Zhixue’s servants and lackeys, but none of them dared to express any dissatisfaction. They nervously followed her.

“Imperial Duke Fang’s means are incredible. He can even tame such faes…”

Xia Song had been observing Great Mountain Tiger, and he could tell that the latter was stronger than the major sect masters. It was at least on par with Ki Manifestation martial artists!

The Auspicious King Manor had been in the Soaring Light City for so many years, but they had never seen a fae, let alone tame one. It was as if the Fang Clan had a halo around them.

They soon reached the Fang Manor.

The Fang Clansmen were accustomed to Great Mountain Tiger’s existence. Fang Chen had informed Fang Canghai about Great Mountain Tiger and the others before he left.

Furthermore, Victorious Buha, Great Mountain Tiger, and Azure Sky had been helping them chase off troublemaking faes during this period of time, allowing the Fang Manor to swiftly finish construction.

Everyone on the Fang Manor, from the servants to Fang Zhentian, were already used to the three faes, and they knew that they were Fang Chen’s disciples.

“My parents are busy, so they won’t be able to host you. You don’t mind if I bring you around?”

Fang Zhixue leaped off Great Mountain Tiger’s back and patted its bum. The latter caught the drift and took its leave.

Xia Song and his siblings eyed Great Mountain Tiger as it left, and only after its figure was nowhere to be seen did they finally heave a sigh of relief.

“Of course not, of course not,” Xia Song hurriedly replied.

“Good.” Fang Zhixue nodded with a smile.

She often hung out with martial artists back in the capital, so her demeanor was unlike that of a typical distinguished young miss. She was casual in her words and gestures, so the atmosphere wasn’t too uptight.

Xia Song and the others weren’t dissatisfied by her casual attitude. On the contrary, it helped them to recover from their earlier fright.

“Big sister Fang, was that massive tiger a fae?” the Auspicious King’s youngest daughter, who was only thirteen years of age, asked out of curiosity.

Xia Song was taken aback. “Little Sister, don’t ask unnecessary questions!”

“It’s nothing much. It’s a matter of time before you know about it anyway,” Fang Zhixue replied with a casual wave of her hand. “Great Mountain Tiger is a fae, but it has been enlightened. It’s currently my big brother’s disciple.”

Fang Chen’s disciple?!

Xia Song and his siblings were shocked. Has Fang Chen reached a level where even faes want to take him as their master? This made them realize that they knew next to nothing about him…

An hour later, Xia Song and the others stood up and took their leave.

Just as they were walking out of the Fang Manor, they saw Fang Chen standing not far away with his back facing them. Behind him was a crouching Great Tiger Mountain, a kneeling ape, and a massive serpent!

Xia Song and the others felt goosebumps all over.

“Big Brother, you’re back!” Fang Zhixue exclaimed.

“Mmhm.” Fang Chen nodded. He looked at Xia Song and the others and acknowledged their presence with a nod.

“Imperial Duke Fang.” Xia Song was the first one to greet Fang Chen.

He couldn’t help but glance at Victorious Buha and Azure Sky. Victorious Buha was even larger than Great Mountain Tiger, whereas Azure Sky was as big as a bucket at its thickest area.

Just looking at them sent shivers down his spine.

Faes! Even more faes!

The three faes appeared to have submitted to Fang Chen. Xia Song couldn’t imagine what kind of means Fang Chen must possess for those faes to submit to him.

“Are you heading back now?” Fang Chen asked with a smile.

“Urk. Y-yes, we’re heading back now.” Xia Song nodded in a fluster.

He quickly left with his siblings, his footsteps looking flustered. Just being there placed great psychological pressure on him. He feared that he might embarrass himself if he continued to linger around.

After they left, Victorious Buha turned to Fang Zhixue and politely greeted her, “Senior Aunt.”

“Hehe, you’re too polite.” Fang Zhixue grinned.

She felt exhilarated to have a fae possessing means comparable to a Ki Manifestation martial artist addressing her so respectfully.

“Did you stumble into any problems in your cultivation?” Fang Chen asked.

“We did encounter some problems, but the Old Master has resolved our doubts,” Victorious Buha replied.

Great Mountain Tiger and Azure Sky nodded as well.

They were filled with awe for Fang Zhentian. The latter’s cultivation wasn’t as high as theirs, but his understanding of the Purple Aura Formula was at least several times deeper.

“That’s good to hear.” Fang Chen nodded. “I’ll be making a trip to the capital. I’ll be counting on the three of you to take care of things here.”

“Of course, master!” Victorious Buddahe exclaimed. The other two faes nodded vehemently.

“Big brother, you’re returning to the capital?” Fang Zhixue’s eyes lit up.

“Don’t harbor any thoughts. Visit the Soaring Light City, the Profound Saber Sect, or anywhere else if you’re bored, but stay away from the capital for now.” Fang Chen patted her head with a smile. “I’ll inform father and mother about it too. I’ll be heading off tonight. Make sure you don’t lag behind in your cultivation, all right?”

“All right, all right.” Fang Zhixue sounded indignant.

Fang Chen made his way toward Fang Zhentian’s courtyard.

Fang Canghai and his wife, as well as Fang Cangyou, were cultivating there, but it was a pity that their aptitude was nowhere on par with Fang Zhentian. It had been some time now, but it didn’t look like they were going to manifest their immortal vein anytime soon.

But this was normal, considering how Li Daoye, someone who was born into a cultivator clan, took a year to manifest his immortal vein. Mortals like Fang Canghai and the others were bound to face even more problems along the way.

“Don’t interrupt them; they are busy cultivating. How did it go?” Fang Zhentian asked.

“The southern region is stabilized for now.” Fang Chen nodded with a smile. “I’ll be making a trip to the capital later on.”

“To deal with the Blood Spirit Cult?” Fang Zhentian asked.

Fang Chen nodded.

“Who are the ones colluding with the Blood Spirit Cult in the capital?” Fang Zhentian asked.

“I’m not sure yet, but I’ll deal with every single one of them once I root out the Blood Spirit Cult,” Fang Chen replied.

“That’s good.” Fang Zhentian nodded. He patted Fang Chen’s shoulder. “Be careful. Your safety comes first. Great Xia will be doomed if you die.”

“I will.” Fang Chen smiled.

After chatting for a while longer, Fang Chen set off on his journey to the capital.

Meanwhile, in Infernoblaze Country, Abbes Clearlotus looked at the Moon Monastery with eyes filled with nostalgia. She had finally returned after many years.

Her traveling companion, Tie Ma, exhaled deeply. It wasn’t exactly a long journey, but it had broadened his horizon. If not for the Purple Lightning Talismans, the two of them might have died several times over.

“Senior Clearlotus?”

A nun walked out and was astonished to see Abbess Clearlotus.