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Chan'er felt that the surprises she experienced over the past year could hardly compare to the astonishment brought by Fang Chen from yesterday to this morning!
As dawn broke, Chan'er, who had gotten up to clean the courtyard, was astonished to find that the usually lazy Fang Chen, who seldom practiced martial arts, was unexpectedly training in the courtyard!
Rubbing her eyes, Chan'er quickly tossed aside her broom and ran over. "Young Master, you're up so early today... practicing martial arts?"
Fang Chen felt his face flush at Chan'er's reaction. Normally, he wouldn't even practice daily unless forced by his father, Fang Qingshan.
"Hey!" Without pausing, he stepped forward and, with a deep breath, threw a powerful punch. Then he twisted his body in a rather peculiar manner, leaving Chan'er momentarily stunned. The way he moved was indeed... strange!
What Chan'er didn't know was that Fang Chen was practicing a set of unusual boxing techniques designed specifically for strengthening the body, coordinating various parts, and developing combat awareness. This type of technique was particularly important for warriors still in the Body Refinement Realm, as it helped achieve great physical coordination and many of its moves were quite practical!
However, for Fang Chen, the specifics of the Bone Forging Fist were less significant; what mattered more to him was how it adjusted his physical condition. After all, having been reborn, his current body was quite weak.
"Ha..." After exhaling a long breath of stale air, Fang Chen withdrew his fists and stood still, slightly furrowing his brow.
"With my current strength, I fear that before I even reach deep into the Absolute Yin Realm, this body will collapse." Fang Chen sighed inwardly.
The Absolute Yin Realm, filled with dense Yin Death Energy, was not easy to enter, especially for someone still at the Body Refinement Realm. For such a warrior to venture inside would not only yield no benefits like Heavenly Spirit and Earthly Treasure, but would essentially be courting death.
"It seems I can only refine a batch of Primordial Yang Pill." Fang Chen thought to himself.
He knew he had to enter the Absolute Yin Realm, but since his strength wasn't sufficient, he would have to rely on the power of medicinal pills.
While he was aware of several pills that could resist Yin Death Energy, given his current state, the most suitable option remained the Primordial Yang Pill.
In his previous life, Fang Chen's learning was quite complex. During the initial years of seeking revenge, in order to survive, Fang Chen sought out various masters and took on many jobs, such as blacksmithing, mining, and artifact refining. By chance, he discovered his talent for alchemy and was taken on as an apprentice by an old alchemist.
Over the following decades, Fang Chen's skills in alchemy grew rapidly, much like his surging strength. If it weren't for the distractions of revenge consuming so much of his energy, he might have already become an Alchemist Master by then.
After finishing his morning exercises, Fang Chen quickly washed up and changed clothes before calling for Chan'er: "Let's go, accompany me to the market to buy some herbs."
"Buying herbs?" Chan'er looked at Fang Chen carefully, her expression a bit strange and worried. "Young Master, you aren't planning to refine pills again, are you? It's too dangerous! If you blow up the Alchemy Room again, I'm afraid Father will be furious."
"Cough cough." Fang Chen awkwardly cleared his throat, feeling a bit embarrassed. In his previous life, before the sudden upheaval, he had little interest in martial arts and often preferred to dabble in other things, including alchemy. However, after he once blew up an Alchemy Room and nearly injured himself in the process, his father Fang Qingshan forbade him from practicing alchemy again.
"Young Master, why not just let Master Qinggu help you refine it? There's no need for you to do it yourself..." Chan'er continued to advise him earnestly.
Master Qinggu was a revered third-tier alchemist serving the Fang Family.
Shaking his head, Fang Chen secretly scoffed: Standing before you is a ninth-tier alchemist who is only one step away from reaching the earth tier! Asking a ninth-tier alchemist to find a third-tier alchemist for help is just too...
The ranking of alchemists is divided from weak to strong into nine tiers. As for what lies beyond the ninth tier, it is not something ordinary people can know. However, those at that level usually have a noble title—Alchemist Master!
Although being a third-tier alchemist like Qinggu is already considered almost supreme in Fengyan City and thus referred to as Master Qinggu, in Fang Chen's eyes, it hardly meant anything. Of course, he couldn't say this to Chan'er.
Once they left the Fang Residence, Fang Chen and Chan'er began appearing in various apothecaries.
Azure Wind Antelope Herb, Earth Elemental Root, One Yuan Grass, Crimson Sun Gallbladder… Various herbs, some precious and some not so much, quickly filled Fang Chen's satchel. In less than two hours, both Fang Chen and Chan'er were laden with bags full of herbs.
"You've bought so many things yet claim it's just for casually refining something. Just don't really blow up that Alchemy Room," Chan'er said anxiously as she watched their load grow heavier with each passing moment.
"Hey, don't worry, I know my limits." Unable to reveal the truth, he could only continuously reassure Chan'er; otherwise, this silly girl would probably try her best to stop him from alchemy.
Does making the Primordial Yang Pill really require so many herbs?
Of course not. Fang Chen just didn't want anyone to know what kind of pill he intended to refine, so he bought a lot of unrelated herbs to mix in.
"Let's go back." After a while, Fang Chen had gathered all the herbs needed for the Primordial Yang Pill and pulled Chan'er to head back.
At that moment—
"Oh, isn't this Fang Chen, the clan's younger brother? What interest do you have in buying so many herbs? Are you planning to learn alchemy too? Tsk tsk..." A sharp laugh suddenly rang out, causing Fang Chen to halt in his tracks. He looked up and saw two young men approaching him with mocking expressions.
The one leading was the young man in a brocade robe who had spoken earlier. Fang Chen's smile gradually faded.
"Fang Qiyang." Fang Chen muttered, his gaze turning cold as memories from his past life resurfaced.
Fang Qiyang, the eldest son of Fang Nansiao, Fang Chen's second uncle, and also the older brother of Fang Yiming. In his past life, when Fang Chen fell into despair after his father Fang Qingshan failed to secure the position of clan leader and the main branch weakened, Fang Qiyang had repeatedly brought people to bully him, leaving a deep impression on Fang Chen!
"Luo Cheng, do you think my younger brother here has any talent for alchemy?" Suddenly, Fang Qiyang asked a tall young man beside him dressed in light blue robes with an arrogant expression.
"Alchemy isn't something just anyone can do. What talent for alchemy can a waste like him have?" Luo Cheng sneered disdainfully.
"Hmm?" Luo Cheng's words shifted Fang Chen's attention away from Fang Qiyang. Looking at the young man in light blue robes before him, Fang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly as he remembered who he was.
Luo Cheng, a disciple of Master Qinggu, was already a second-tier alchemist at a young age and was hailed as the Alchemist Supreme among the younger generation in Fengyan City. However, he was extremely arrogant; in his past life, Fang Chen had no interactions with him.
"Alchemist Supreme." Fang Chen smiled lightly and did not respond. A small second-tier alchemist's mockery did not bother him at all.
However, Fang Chen's indifference did not mean that others felt the same way.
"How can you say that, Young Master!" Chan'er exclaimed angrily, her little face flushed. She almost rushed over to argue with Luo Cheng but was stopped by Fang Chen's gaze.
He had already sensed that something was off about today's events.
He understood Fang Qiyang's character quite well. The latter often frequented places filled with brothels and taverns, rarely coming to a commercial street selling medicinal herbs. Today, he had just stepped out to buy some herbs when he ran into Fang Qiyang, who was accompanied by Luo Cheng.
Wasn't this a bit too coincidental?
"Are you suspecting me?" After a moment of thought, Fang Chen began to understand. Fang Qiyang was Fang Yiming's older brother, and it was clear who was behind this deliberate provocation.
Regarding the matter of the flower boat, although it could be confirmed that the deaths of Fang Yiming and the others left no evidence behind, Fang Chen found it hard to believe that there were absolutely no clues at all. However, this only made him slightly admire Fang Nansiao and the others; despite losing their son, they managed to remain so restrained. They truly deserved their reputation as cunning individuals who had once caused his father, Fang Qingshan, to stumble.
"Since you want to play, I'll gladly join in on the fun," Fang Chen grinned.
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