Cultivating Immortality Starts with Rubbing a Computer

Chapter 12 Head of Household
"Are you Fang Jun?"

When Fang Jun returned this time, he did not hide his figure. His green shirt fluttered in the wind, and he stepped calmly into the Fang family's territory.

Soon, the cultivators of the Fang family noticed his presence and flew into the air, hovering in mid-air, looking at him with complicated eyes.

An elderly cultivator from the Fang family spoke first, his tone filled with tentativeness and suspicion: "Fang Jun, is it really you?"

Fang Jun looked indifferent, his eyes swept over everyone calmly, and he nodded slightly: "It's me."

Another monk couldn't help but step forward, his voice filled with anxiety and uneasiness: "Where is the master? Where is the master?"

Fang Jun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said lightly: "Of course he is dead."

When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked and the air seemed to freeze in an instant.

After a brief silence, a seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator from the Fang family suddenly shouted excitedly, "Impossible! Fang Jun, you must be lying! The Patriarch spared your life, and that's why you're able to return safely!"

His voice was filled with resentment and anger, as if he couldn't accept this fact.

An elderly monk nearby immediately shouted, "Shut up! Fang Qineng! Stop your nonsense!"

However, Fang Qineng seemed to have lost his mind and continued to roar, "It must be so! It must be so! With Fang Jun's cultivation level, how could he possibly survive the hands of the Patriarch? It's absolutely impossible!"

Another monk gave Fang Qineng a cold look and whispered to his colleague beside him, "He has gone crazy."

The person next to him nodded in agreement, his tone tinged with sarcasm: "Who told them to always stand on the side of the Patriarch—oh, no, the former Patriarch?"

None of these monks are stupid. They already know what Fang Jun's return means.

Before this, they witnessed Fang Tianxiong vowing to kill Fang Jun at a family meeting.

Now Fang Jun has returned safely, but Fang Tianxiong is nowhere to be found. The outcome is self-evident.

"call out--!"

Just as everyone was thinking different things, a sharp sword light suddenly flashed and Fang Qineng's voice stopped abruptly.

His body stiffened for a moment, then turned into a bloody mist and his soul shattered.

Fang Jun slowly withdrew his fingers, his expression still calm, as if he had just casually brushed away a piece of dust.

He swept his eyes over the crowd, his voice calm but with unquestionable authority: "From now on, I am the head of the Fang family. Who agrees, who disagrees?"

The air fell into dead silence again, and no one dared to speak.

Even those monks who were dissatisfied with Fang Jun lowered their heads at this moment and did not dare to look him in the eye.

They knew very well that Fang Jun in front of them was no longer the bullied boy, but a strong man who could kill Fang Tianxiong.

If it were an outsider, the Fang family might have activated the formation and the ancestral artifact to fight to the death.

But Fang Jun is different. He has the blood of the Fang family flowing in his body, and his mother was the legal wife.

From a legal perspective, he is the true eldest son of the Fang family.

Of course, none of this mattered. What truly brought everyone to their knees was Fang Jun's terrifying strength—not only had he defeated and even killed Fang Tianxiong, but he had also refined his own magical treasure while still at the third level of Qi Refining.

Such talent and strength are enough to make anyone feel awe.

At this moment, a hurried voice sounded in everyone's mind: "Oh no! The master's order card is damaged!"

This news was like the final heavy blow, completely shattering the remaining hope in some people's hearts.

There was no longer any dispute about the fact that Fang Tianxiong was dead, not escaping. Those monks who had once stood firmly on Fang Tianxiong's side now lowered their heads, a flicker of helplessness and submission in their eyes.

They knew that from this moment on, the Fang family's fate had changed.

……

Fang Ming quietly walked out of the secret room left by Fang Tianxiong. His steps were quick and heavy, his eyes filled with hatred.

This place is a hundred miles away from the Fang family, but for Fang Ming, this is still not enough to make him feel at ease.

He needed an absolutely safe place, a place where he could hide for five years until the envoys from the upper sect arrived in the area, and he could take this opportunity to leave.

"Just wait, Fang Jun, you bastard."

Fang Ming gnashed his teeth and whispered in his heart: "When I succeed in cultivation, I will definitely come back to kill you and take back everything that belongs to me!"

……

"The Fang family has a surplus of 1,326 low-grade spirit stones per year, and most of this year's has already been spent."

Fang Qicheng stood before Fang Jun, speaking respectfully. He was Fang Tianxiong's closest confidant, a man of the eighth level of Qi Refining. He had managed the Fang family finances for many years and was deeply trusted.

However, as soon as Fang Tianxiong died, he quickly turned to Fang Jun. The speed of his attitude change was astonishing.

His reason was very reasonable: Fang Jun was Fang Tianxiong's son, and it was only natural for him to inherit his father's business and the position of head of the family.

Fang Jun sat cross-legged on the stage with an indifferent expression.

He had no interest in the trivial matters of the Fang family; the only thing he cared about was the spirit stones. However, upon hearing Fang Qicheng's report, his brows furrowed slightly.

"So little?" Fang Jun's voice turned cold. "Wouldn't it take twenty or thirty years, without spending anything, to even hope for a Foundation Establishment Pill?"

Fang Qicheng quickly explained, "It's already quite a bit. We pay 90% of our revenue to the Dahe Sect every day. After deducting the salaries of our clansmen and the family's daily expenses, we can only have a little over a thousand spirit stones left, which is already the limit."

Fang Jun knew everything instantly after hearing this.

Spiritual veins are the source of spirit stones, but spirit stones are the currency unit of the world of immortal cultivation. How can the right to mint coins be easily delegated?

You should thank God if the Dahe Sect can accept 90% of you.

Considering the military force Fang Jun possessed, it would be easy for him to suppress the Fang family alone.

Even if the subordinates are disobedient and secretly disobey, kill one group and replace them with another group of obedient ones. If they still disobey, kill them again. There will always be people willing to obey.

"By the way, where is Fang Ming?" Fang Jun suddenly changed the subject, "Why didn't I sense his presence?" His spiritual sense had already explored the entire Fang family, but he still couldn't capture any trace of Fang Ming.

Fang Qicheng lowered his head and said cautiously, "He might have already escaped. There was a delay before the family realized Fang Tianxiong's order tablet was broken, which proves that Fang Tianxiong had tampered with it before his death. But he probably didn't leave any tricks for his own son."

It takes Fang Jun more than ten minutes to rush back to Beixin Town from the depths of the mountains. This time is enough for a cultivator to do many things.

It wouldn't be surprising if Fang Ming took the opportunity to escape.

Fang Jun asked, "Do you have any of Fang Ming's personal belongings?"

Fang Qicheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."

Fang Jun said calmly, "Then bring it here."

Fang Qicheng didn't ask any more questions, but just responded respectfully: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)