He was surprised that the Zhao family didn't come yesterday, and there's a very high chance they'll come knocking today.
Fang Han sat cross-legged on a futon in his room, his posture upright like a pine tree, his five palms facing the sky, and began to cultivate the Creation Scripture's Divine Forging Chapter.
Divine thoughts arise from the sea of consciousness.
The sea of consciousness is located between the eyebrows.
At first, his sea of consciousness was like the beginning of creation, a chaotic and hazy place, with boundless mist surging wildly.
As the Creation Scripture practice slowly circulates, it is as if the bells of heaven and earth are ringing within the body. Threads of subtle and indistinct strange energy, like the water of a spiritual spring, flow gently from the meridians throughout the body and then surge into the sea of consciousness.
These energies seem tangible yet elusive, like a nimble and cunning serpent, winding and coiling in the sea of consciousness, stirring up layers of dreamlike waves.
Fang Han focused his mind and guided this power with all his might.
Gradually, a surge of powerful waves rose in the once calm sea of consciousness, as if an invisible and intangible yet incredibly powerful force was struggling against some ancient and solid shackles.
Suddenly, deep within that sea of consciousness, a faint star, as dim as the light of a flickering candle, began to twinkle. It was like the first star born in endless darkness, small yet possessing an indomitable and tenacious vitality.
As energy surged forth like a tidal wave, it slowly grew stronger, its light gradually intensifying, like a rising sun dispelling the surrounding gloom.
At this moment, Fang Han's divine sense seemed to materialize, transforming into a huge and invisible golden hand, carefully cradling the ball of light in his sea of consciousness, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.
As time slowly passed, the ball of light finally withstood the test and took shape, transforming into a crystal-clear divine bead that emitted a deep blue glow.
It floated leisurely in the center of the sea of consciousness, just like a bright star. Its soft halo rippled out like water, illuminating the entire sea of consciousness, making it as clear as a crystal fairyland.
He has already cultivated divine sense.
Of course, his divine sense is not yet strong enough. For example, he cannot yet control the sword with his divine sense or use the Xuan Tie sword to kill enemies.
For the next few days, Fang Han spent his time healing his grandfather and uncle, and then cultivating.
Three days later, Fang Gaoyang and Fang Sihai were completely healed.
Fang Han also taught them the Eight Desolations Technique, the Eight Desolations Fist, and the Eight Desolations Sword Technique, which they treasured and devoted themselves to cultivating.
Next, Fang Han had someone prepare cinnabar wolf-hair brushes and drew many talismans.
He stored some of these talismans in his Azure Dragon Ring, and also placed many talismans in the Fang family's old house.
In addition, he also gave some talismans to Grandpa Fang Gaoyang, his parents Fang Zhendong and Tang Yumei, his uncle Fang Sihai, his cousin Fang Qing, and Zhou Chi, whom he trusted most.
In the event that the Fang family is in danger while he is away, his relatives can use these talismans to kill powerful enemies.
He originally thought that the Su and Zhao families would come to the Fang family in the next few days, but several days have passed and there has been no movement at all.
But he wasn't going to wait any longer; he was going to take the initiative.
"Young Master, the Su family has sent a letter, saying that you are to open it personally."
Five days later, one morning, Fang Han had just left his residence when his guard, Old Xu, arrived with an envelope.
Fang Han took the letter and immediately tore it open. He wanted to see what was written inside.
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