Transcending two realms to become an earth immortal

"This avatar of mine has been unknowingly implanted with a control technique?!" Fang Chen's expression changed drastically, his eyes turning icy cold. "Is it the [Three Souls and Seven Spirits Refining Mantra], or the [Blood and Flesh Demon Seed Technique]?!"

Fang Chen's expression was gloomy.

The Kunlun Mirror travels between two worlds, and the difference in the flow of time is so bizarre.

He spent only a few months in this corrupt world, but how much time has passed in this pure and spiritual world?

Someone has infiltrated this place so deeply that even this avatar of another has been silently implanted with a puppet curse.

Furthermore, the origin of this secret incantation is probably extraordinary. If he had not cultivated the superior method of the Earth Immortal and awakened his own bloodline, he would probably have been completely ensnared without realizing it, turning into a plaything in the hands of others and having no choice but to travel through time again!

Fang Chen's eyes were cold, and he did not summon Fang Bo.

Instead, he concealed his aura to match that of the weakened avatar, and once his condition stabilized, he quietly rose and headed towards the stone door of the secret chamber.

I sensed that outside the door stood two burly servants with somewhat vacant eyes, seemingly guarding the place.

However, in Fang Chen's eyes, the two people's blood and qi circulation was stiff and their soul fluctuations were weak and almost non-existent. They had clearly been turned into puppets to monitor this place.

His eyes flickered, and he secretly made a hand seal, casting a crude illusion technique to deceive the puppet's senses. Then he pushed open the stone door, his figure flickered, and like a wisp of smoke, he swept across the corridor and landed directly on the ground.

However, the moment his feet touched the ground of the courtyard, before he could even assess his surroundings, Fang Chen's expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly looked up at the sky.

It was clearly noon, the sky should have been bright and clear with no clouds in sight.

However, as far as the eye could see, the entire sky was shrouded in a faint, very light, but pervasive pale red!

This is... the aura of drought?!

And it has become so thick and solid that it can block out the sun and the clouds do not disperse!

Fang Chen's heart trembled violently as he instantly recalled the terrifying scene he had witnessed when he traveled thousands of miles in his mind, where the northern plains were barren and devoid of life.

He suspected at the time that a drought demon had appeared, causing this widespread drought.

"How long has it been? Such a severe drought, spreading from north to south and blotting out the sun, could not have been caused in just a few months..." His expression was extremely solemn.

And most importantly, how did this drought spread so terribly? This is supposed to be a pure and peaceful world, so there must be some powerful beings here.

Those great beings who could erase the annals of history and remain hidden behind the curtain must be at least the fifth realm of immortals, the Xuanjun, or even the sixth realm, the Dao Lord. Their disciples and descendants are no ordinary people either.

Yet this devastating drought, capable of ravaging several states and stretching for millions of miles, seemed to be ignored by such a powerful being, who allowed it to spread from the north all the way to this place...

"Both realms I inhabit seem to be in turmoil. One is plagued by natural disasters, the other by man-made calamities..."

Fang Chen took a deep breath, suppressing the myriad doubts in his mind. The most urgent task was to clarify the current situation.

He concealed his presence and quietly probed from the shadows of the manor.

After a careful inspection, he found that the ordinary servants and stewards were still alive and well, and had not been turned into puppets. He was relieved.

"Unless it is a kind of evil blood demon technique that feeds on essence, blood and soul and refines people into pills, other puppet-making spells require the caster to divide their own essence, energy and spirit to maintain them, which is inherently detrimental."

"Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, the caster will not easily turn all people into puppets, as that would be a losing proposition."

"The most cost-effective and least noticeable method is to control the core leadership of a faction. By using them, one can indirectly control the entire situation with minimal cost. If we look at it this way..."

Fang Chen's eyes flickered slightly, and he already had a guess in his mind. The surrounding light was obscured, and he continued to sneak deeper into the manor.

Before they had gone far, they could faintly hear the sound of metal clashing coming from the open space ahead, carrying a chilling aura of killing intent.

Fang Chen followed the sound and saw more than thirty men wearing only shorts and bare-chested on the open training ground, engaging in the most primitive grappling, wrestling, and close combat.

Its movements are simple and direct, yet exceptionally fierce; punches, kicks, elbows, and knees are all deadly moves.

Furthermore, the movements of these thirty-odd people faintly revealed a bloodthirsty aura, far surpassing that of ordinary martial artists. Moreover, their unified and orderly formation subtly converged in the void into a faint blood-colored aura that only a cultivator's spiritual sense could perceive... It was the bloodthirsty aura of soldiers that could only be condensed through long battles and a shared understanding!

At the very front of the formation, one figure stood out—the servant Fang Xia!

His physique is no longer as thin as it used to be; instead, he is strong and muscular, with broad shoulders and a thick waist.

His breathing was deep and long, which matched the breathing of the dozens of men behind him, gradually becoming one with them.

In the void, the aura of the soldiers and the bloodlust flowed in wisps, like rivers flowing into the sea, converging around his body and then, with his spine as the pivot, penetrating his limbs and bones.

With every gesture, his strength flowed freely, clearly demonstrating that he had precise control over every inch of his muscles, fascia, and even bones and internal organs. His consciousness completely dominated his body, making it as easy as using his own limbs.

This is the basics of military strategy—[physical appearance and outward appearance]!

He is full of energy and has a strong physique; his courage is enough to take on a hundred men single-handedly. Even when facing well-trained and well-armored elite troops, he can break through their lines, kill their generals, and seize their flags.

If placed in a chaotic world, this person would be a peerless general, one of the best in the world, with the might to make a thousand troops retreat and ten thousand men stand against him. He would be able to break through enemy lines on the battlefield, settle the score in one battle, and reverse the outcome of the battle.

"Phew—these elite White Tiger soldiers have finally developed some real skill."

Not far away, Fang Bo stood with his hands behind his back, watching the fierce soldiers shouting and training on the drill ground, his eyes revealing a relieved joy.

The hardships involved in training this army are beyond what outsiders can understand.

First, they spent a lot of money to select the best refugees, and then used the flesh and blood of mandrills to lay a foundation for them and strengthen their bones and muscles.

Subsequently, under the personal leadership of the young master, the manor ventured deep into the dangerous mountains several times to hunt and capture several fierce tigers with piercing eyes and white foreheads. They even risked their lives to kill a tiger demon that had just begun to gain spiritual insight and whose ferocity was comparable to that of a Dao Foundation cultivator.

Using tiger marrow, tiger blood, tiger bone, and tiger penis as the main ingredients, supplemented with ginseng, polygonatum, and he shou wu, and other highly nourishing herbs, the mixture is repeatedly steamed and dried using a secret method to produce dozens of jars of potent and powerful "White Tiger Bone Strengthening Wine".

Furthermore, they were provided with fresh meat and fine grains at every meal, along with rigorous and almost torturous day and night training...

Only now have they managed to train this barely-entered, yet still ferocious, White Tiger elite force.

"With this elite force as our backbone, even though the chaos of this world is already showing signs of breaking out and war is about to break out, the safety of my manor and its inhabitants in this small area of ​​Qingzhang County can be... temporarily guaranteed."

Fang Bo stroked his beard and muttered to himself, the long-standing worry between his brows finally fading slightly.

"Uncle Fang." Fang Xia approached, his newfound sharpness evident in his demeanor.

"Fang Xia," Fang Bo nodded with a smile, his face showing approval, "Congratulations on entering the gate of military strategy; your foundation is now solid. This is all thanks to the young master's discerning eye and generous teachings, which have enabled your progress today!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Xia showed little joy on her face. Instead, she hesitated slightly and lowered her voice to say:

"Uncle Fang, don't you think... the young master's behavior has been somewhat... different from usual in recent years?"

Fang Bo was taken aback at first, his gaze narrowed slightly, then he chuckled softly and whispered:

"This matter shouldn't be discussed much, but since you've reached this stage, it shouldn't be a problem. The young master has awakened his innate wisdom; perhaps he was the reincarnation of a great Daoist master in his past life, so naturally his actions and demeanor are quite different from before!"

Fang Xia did not refute, but thought to herself.

Indeed, the young master has been wise and decisive in recent years. He has not only consolidated his estate and strengthened his business, but also dealt with various factions in the county, expanded his land and increased his population. Furthermore, he has passed down cultivation methods and trained such elite troops, showing the potential to establish a new dynasty.

However, for some reason, as his cultivation of military strategy deepened and his perception became more acute, he always felt that the young master seemed to be surrounded by a wisp of faint Kun-type energy.

Such an aura should only be found in a woman's genitals, so why is it present on the young master?

As soon as this thought arose, I sensed that something was amiss.

However, he forcefully suppressed all his doubts.

In the manor today, the young master's prestige is at its zenith. Fang Xia's current success is also thanks to the young master. How can we presume to speculate... Hmm?!

Just then, Fang Xia's heart skipped a beat, and an indescribable chill suddenly swept across her spine.

His expression changed drastically, and he turned his head abruptly, his gaze like lightning, shooting towards a shadowy corner next to the training ground.

"What's wrong?" Uncle Fang was also startled when he saw this, and then looked over.

However, the shadow in the corner was empty, with only the rustling of withered leaves in the wind.

"...Perhaps it's just my imagination." Fang Xia focused his senses for a moment, then frowned slightly and slowly shook his head.

"You've been working hard these past few days, you need to rest more." Fang Bo didn't press the matter further, and the two turned and left.

As the two figures disappeared at the end of the training ground, the shadow in the corner of the wall rippled slightly like water.

A figure slowly emerged from the void; it was Fang Chen.

He stood silently in the shadows, gazing in the direction Fang Xia had left, a glint of light flickering in his eyes, before suddenly chuckling:

"Ha! Very well! I usurped the original owner's place, and now... it seems someone else has taken over my place too."

"It doesn't matter," Fang Chen sneered. "Dare to take my things? I'll show you what it means to be—"

"I bitterly resent spending year after year embroidering with gold thread, only to make clothes for others in vain!"