A bigger fist.

Wu Motian was silently waiting for Fang Li to wake up. He needed to personally give him the orb with a few instructions. He couldn't be sure whether the Taiji sage would allow fate to swap and kill Fang Li. So he needed to make sure he understood the dangers, and also some means to survive.

Furthermore Fang Li seemed like a very casual type of person, who slept against the Earth and drank the skies. In no rush to comprehend the truth. He was just a feather in the wind.

Eventually after the sun had come to set, Fang Li woke up. His eyes heavily pulled down, and his breath was heavy, as he carefully reviewed his prior memories.

Fang Li suddenly looked at Wu Motian, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you! Thank you senior!"

Wu Motian said casually, "No, there's really no need. I didn't do anything. Your divine physique did most of the work, I just prevented it from being corrupted. Luckily the sealed physique came loose about 30% to protect you. So it can also be seen as a blessing."

Fang Li groaned, "I don't need such things, just living is more than enough. Who cares about treasure and fortune, if your not alive to enjoy such things. If I'm not alive what's the point if the biggest babe fell in love with me."

Wu Motian didn't say anything.

Fang Li then asked, "Senior then I shouldn't overstay my welcome. Could you tell me where this is, and how to leave?"

Wu Motian nodded, "The main residence of the Mystic Wu Clan, located in the Di Lei mountain range, Eastern domain of the Huang Empire."

Fang Li craned his head, "Di Lei Mountain range, Eastern domain of the Huang Empire? Where is that?"

Wu Motian asked in curiosity, "Do you not know the Huang Empire?"

Fang Li nodded.

Seeing Wu Motian's confusion, Fang Li explained, "I'm actually from a small hermit clan, near where you picked me up. I had just run away from the clan to witness the world. I don't know much of the worlds current social order."

Wu Motian nodded.

"Hm. Well Ill drop you at a city near here, you can then do as you wish, but before that let me ask you, what do you want to do?"

Fang Li tilted his head, "Meaning?"

"What type of martial artist do you wish to be? A slaughterer? A King? A conqueror? A Hero?"

Fang Li laughed slightly, "I just want to live as long as I can peacefully while sipping some wine with some beauties by my side."

Wu Motian asked, "So if you see someone in distress you wouldn't help?"

Fang Li stood up with his tired frame, shakily holding the wall to position himself. It seemed he was trying to exert some confidence.

"If I can I will, but if there is nothing I can do what else can I do but run."

Wu Motian asked, "Even if it's your family."

Fang Li's eyes glazed over, as a dark sheen wrapped his charming light face, a bitter smile, "Senior you are cruel. Yes, indeed even if it was my family. I petition I would abandon them for my own life. I'm a bastard."

Wu Motian shook his head, "You said you'd help them if you could?"

Fang Li sat down as if weak, his hands holding his red eyes.

"Hm. I would."

Wu Motian studied Fang Li for a moment before nodding.

He tossed him an red colored sphere.

Fang Li was momentarily bewitched, the coiling lines of divinity, the breath of the Dao sung 72 Great anthems of the ten thousand armies of Heaven, and the great Immortals waved their hands and summoned the rain and lightning. A flower grew from the sun, and died, and fed two more seeds, those seeds then grew and died. The ten thousand lives evoked together, a glorious Dharma.

Fang Li trembled, but Wu Motian slapped his shoulder waking him up.

Wu Motian frowned and reprimanded, "Don't lose sight due to the glamour of the Dao. All things return to the Dao, whether as a corpse or a God is up to you! The Dao is all to willing to speed it up!"

Fang Li then in a brief delirium smoothly fell away into a realization.

His hands trembled and he nearly dropped the orb.

Wu Motian said, "You said that if you had power you would save others. That orb will give you that power. It's up to you to take it or not."

Wu Motian then swept his robe, and began to walk towards the door.

Fang Li looked at the orb, his fingers tightening and then relaxing in complex motions, as his face contorted in madness and comfort.

Eventually he looked up and bowed deeply, "Thank you senior."

He looked at the orb, and then said, "I will take this opportunity..."

Wu Motian looked back at him and nodded, before a small smile crept onto his lips.

Fang Li looked up with a forced, yet healthy smile.

He seemed pale with fear, yet his eyes didn't tremble an inch in doubt.

"But... Senior how do I actually use this thing? Haha."

...

"Damn it! What is father doing! Is he actually going to start a war?"

Qing Lan frowned as she looked down from her window towards the courtyard of the Qing family mansion. A group of bare chested and wild looking men were continuously fighting one another, with blood and teeth spraying out like rainfall. Some of the weaker and more passive individuals were caught by some of the others, and beaten until they nearly died. Rage burning in their blood filled faces, and they hummed into their bones the desire to become stronger.

Meanwhile the one leading all these men, teaching them intricate martial practices, and formations that could easily defeat the powerful martial formation's of the Empire, Ye Zheng looked coldly, sadly disappointed and thus in anger increasing their workloads!

Qing Lan said to her mother, Lu Fan, "Mother you must say something, this is madness! Father has robbed all the villages in the province! He's recruiting children for god sakes! Can't you see the madness he is provoking! People are starving, mother's are without children, wives without husband's! Every city is showing signs of destruction as looting, and killing has become more and more the only option! Some villages and cities have even started cannibalism! It has only been two months, can you imagine the amount of harm these three fools have caused our people, for in two months for them to suffer so much?!"

Lu Fan tightly gripped her fists, a unconcealed glimmer of doubt and revolution flashing, before dancing away.

She relaxed her closed eyes, and said, "In this world of fists, only the one with the bigger one talks. We two are weak, if we were strong... If only we were strong."

A knock suddenly rang at the door.

The two women exchanged glances frowning.

Qing Lan took out a small dagger from the table behind her, she walked towards the door and asked, "Who is it?"

A brief silence.

"Who is it?"

Again she asked impatiently.

Qing Lan looked behind her towards her mother, and then opened the door slowly and slightly, just a peek.

Then a whisper echoed behind her ear, like the wind.

"Is there anyone out there?"

Qing Lan hurriedly jumped forth, swinging her dagger forth.

A soft hand caught the dagger, and said, "Shame, thought you'd be happier to see your only childhood friend, or should I say only friend."

Qing Lan looked at the figure in front of her, and looked shocked, before sighing and going into the room and sitting down. She reclined on the chair and said in anger, "Wu Long you bastard! How many times have I said not to do that funny business!"

Wu Motian smiled, and walked forward.

He looked at Lu Fan and laughed, "Hi Auntie."

Lu Fan simply nodded with a helpless smile.

'These two kids, always messing with one another.'

Qing Lan then asked, "Why are you here. Your Wu clan must have heard of the Qing clans actions. Although the Huang clan will have some difficulties for now."

Wu Motian nodded, "Indeed I know about the coup your father is planning."

He then walked towards the window, and peered down towards the training field and coldly said, "I plan to stop him."

Wu Motian turned around, leaning on the wall, he said, "You said you needed a bigger fist. I'm the biggest."