Everyone is My Enemy

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Hu Immortal Blessed Land

Fang Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

As he glanced around, he took in the splendor of his surroundings. The room exuded wealth in every detail.

Beside the bed, a small stove burned incense, filling the air with a subtle, stirring fragrance.

The walls were built of golden bricks, and the floor was paved with silver tiles. Every piece of furniture—the tables, chairs, and dressing table—was adorned with pearls, agate, diamonds, and other precious gems.

This was a palace of extravagance, a testament to its previous owner's immense wealth.

"This is really a beautiful home. I'll take it with me in the future to marry in it," Fang Yuan muttered, stepping down from the bed.

Then, with a calm voice, he called out, "Little Hu."

Swoosh.

The Hu Immortal land spirit appeared instantly before him. Her cheeks flushed red as she lowered her gaze shyly.

"Master, you're finally awake," she said softly, her voice carrying the same timid tone as always.

"How long did I sleep?" Fang Yuan's gaze was sharp.

"Master, you were asleep for three days," Hu Immortal replied, her large, shining eyes blinking as she spoke.

"Three days?" Fang Yuan murmured. "That's fine. I was really exhausted after refining the Immortal Gu. And since I had already healed my soul injury before collapsing, it's not too bad."

He had pushed himself to the absolute limit, both mentally and physically.

From faking the refinement of the second aperture to successfully refining the Fixed Immortal Travel Gu amidst the raging light stream, from consuming the top four wines to acquiring the Divine Travel Gu—each step had drained all his energy.

He had staged an impossible scenario, seizing the Hu Immortal inheritance right under the noses of Central Continent's top Gu Immortals. It was no exaggeration to say he had played with fire—making enemies of all ten great sects and even the Heavenly Court. 

Anyone would be terrified right now, but Fang Yuan knew that the Heavenly Court would indirectly protect him for the time being. They were too busy assisting Heaven's Will, grooming him as a useful tool for their future plans.

It was only possible to survive and get all these benefits because of the help of Heaven's Will.

That was the main reason he could sleep so peacefully without worrying about immediate danger.

Fang Yuan then asked, "During this period, did any strong enemies attack the blessed land?" He still couldn't trust everything. One must always be wary of the unexpected.

Hu Immortal shook her head gently. "Master, during the days you were asleep, nobody attacked."

"He Feng Yang... my bro He Feng Yang, he didn't let me down, just as I expected," Fang Yuan thought, a rare flicker of appreciation passing through his mind.

"Giving up his One's Own Way Immortal Gu to protect me? I... I really can't repay him, but I'll try."

"Oh, right. The next earthly calamity is in a year and three months, correct?"

Hu Immortal's eyes widened in amazement. "Master, I was just about to inform you. You're incredible, already knowing this!"

"Ahem, your master is amazing. He knows everything, little one." Fang Yuan felt a bit of pride, remembering his cheats and even knowing the plot. "Hehehe, I can't be defeated."

"I'll be the ultimate victor in this world."

The land spirit nodded hurriedly. "Yes, the blessed land has already endured five earthly calamities. The sixth is indeed just over a year away."

Fang Yuan began thinking. "So many dangers ahead. It's like everyone is my enemy!"

Heaven's Will was always watching.

Spectral Soul's revival was coming, aided by his clones scheming in the shadows.

Both the Heavenly Court and the righteous path immortals were eyeing him like hungry wolves, waiting for the moment he became useless so they could kill him.

As for the demonic path? They were even worse.

It could be said that everyone in the world wanted, wants, or will want to kill Fang Yuan at some point—at every moment.

Yet, in the face of such overwhelming hostility, he was unshaken. His mind, sharper than any blade, was already crafting strategies that would turn these dangers into opportunities.

Every calamity, every tribulation—each one was a stepping stone. Every enemy could be manipulated into becoming an unwitting pawn.

"Heh, I already know them better than they know themselves. And with my cheats, no one can stand against me."

The sixth calamity? It would be no different.

Fang Yuan's confidence was absolute right now.

"Obstacles are merely opportunities in disguise," he thought coldly. "I will overcome them all, and in the end, it is I who will profit."

The storm surrounding him was growing stronger, but Fang Yuan thrived in chaos. The more dangerous the situation, the greater his rewards.

His ambition was boundless, his patience unyielding, his will indomitable.

This was Fang Yuan before, and it would be Fang Yuan in the future.

He had not changed—and never would.

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