CHAPTER 3

Hang Fang's Awakening

The scene shifts to Hang Fang as his eyes slowly flutter open. His thoughts are still clouded by the events of the previous day. A faint smile appears on his face as he murmurs to himself, "So Rong looked so amazing yesterday…"

As he stretches his arms lazily, his hand suddenly touches something soft and warm—round and undeniably delicate. His eyes widen as he freezes, realizing what he's touching. Slowly, he turns his head, only to see So Rong sleeping peacefully beside him. His hand was resting on her chest.

Hang Fang jerks his hand away, his face flushed with embarrassment. Before he can move, So Rong's eyes open, her sharp gaze locking onto his. She smirks mischievously and says, "How bold of you, Hang Fang. Taking advantage of your master like this?"

Hang Fang stammers, "It's not what it looks like! You're the one sleeping in *my* bed. Whatever happened was purely an accident!"

So Rong leans closer, her playful smile deepening. "Oh, really? Well, if I'm being honest, you did look rather charming yesterday. I was almost tempted to eat you up right then and there. But alas, there were too many people around."

Hang Fang, flustered, sits up and tries to change the subject. "Why are you even here? What are you doing in my room?"

So Rong stretches with a feline grace, her voice dripping with amusement. "I came to inform you that the Sect Leader has summoned you. Now, get ready. She doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Hang Fang raises an eyebrow, his suspicion evident. "The Sect Leader? Why would she want to meet me?"

Before So Rong can answer, the scene shifts.

A Dark Revelation

Far away, a man clad in black kneels before a young woman. His voice is respectful but urgent. "Master, we've located him. Hang Fang has been found in the small world of Svan Soo."

The woman turns, her ethereal beauty almost blinding. She is none other than Fairy Xiao Yi. Her long black hair flows like silk, and her piercing blue eyes seem to hold the weight of the universe. She sighs softly, a hint of longing in her voice. "It's been so long since I last saw him…"

The scene shifts again, returning to Hang Fang.

The Sect Leader's Request

Hang Fang stands before the Sect Leader, Xioi Xya, in the grand hall of Wang Ling Peak. Bowing respectfully, he says, "I, Hang Fang, greet Chief Disciple and Sect Leader Xioi Xya."

Xioi Xya waves her hand dismissively, her expression calm but curious. "Enough with the formalities. You can call me Senior Sister. There isn't much of an age gap between us, after all."

Hang Fang raises an eyebrow. "With all due respect, Senior Sister, your cultivation speed is unparalleled. I doubt anyone could match it."

Xioi Xya smiles faintly, her eyes distant. "That's because my mother used a forbidden technique on me when I was young. It accelerated my cultivation, but it came with its own set of burdens."

Before Hang Fang can respond, she abruptly changes the subject. "I have a proposal for you. I want you to represent our sect in the Blood Arena. But more importantly…" She hesitates, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "I want you to join me in dual cultivation."

Hang Fang is momentarily stunned, his mind racing. After a long pause, he finally says, "Do you even realize what you're asking? This isn't something trivial."

Xioi Xya, now visibly flustered, looks away but speaks firmly. "I know exactly what I'm saying. Don't let it go to your head. It's not because you're special—it's because of your bloodline."

Hang Fang frowns. "My bloodline? What do you mean?"

Xioi Xya's expression turns serious. "The world recognizes ten supreme bloodlines, ranked as follows:

1. Supreme Heavy Bloodline

2. Dragon God Bloodline

3. Phoenix Rebirth Bloodline

4. Void Walker Bloodline

5. Primordial Chaos Bloodline

6. Eternal Sovereign Bloodline

7. Asura Demon Bloodline

8. Celestial Qilin Bloodline

9. Undying Ghost Bloodline

10. Thunder God Bloodline

Your bloodline, the Supreme Heavy Bloodline, is the most powerful among them all. Its potential is limitless. That's why I want you to cultivate with me. It's for the future of our sect."

As Xioi Xya speaks, she steps closer to Hang Fang, her voice softening. "You don't understand how important this is. Together, we could achieve unimaginable heights."

Her face inches closer to his, her lips trembling as if about to confess something deeper. Hang Fang's heart races as he tries to process her words. Just as Xioi Xya leans in to kiss him, the door bursts open.

A Jealous Interruption

So Rong stands in the doorway, her eyes blazing with fury. "Am I interrupting something?"

Her voice drips with sarcasm, but her anger is unmistakable. Without waiting for an answer, she turns on her heel and storms out.

Xioi Xya, now mortified, steps back from Hang Fang, her face red with embarrassment. "I… I should go." She quickly exits, leaving Hang Fang alone, still trying to make sense of what just happened.

Hang Fang's Confusion

As the room falls silent, Hang Fang sits down, his mind swirling with questions. "What just happened? First, So Rong is acting strange, and now the Sect Leader wants to dual cultivate with me? And what's the real secret behind this bloodline of mine?"

His thoughts are interrupted by a faint voice in his mind—a voice that doesn't belong to him. It's ancient and powerful, resonating with authority. *"Hang Fang, the time has come for you to awaken the true potential of your bloodline. But be warned—the path ahead is fraught with danger and betrayal."*

Hang Fang clenches his fists, determination replacing his confusion. "If this bloodline is as powerful as they say, I'll uncover its secrets. But first, I need to understand who I truly am—and why so many people are drawn to me."