The lobby is spacious and decorated in an antique style.
Four burly guards with strong auras stood outside the lobby.
In the center of the hall, the head of the Fang family, Fang Xiong, was sitting on the throne. Although he was old, his energy and blood were very strong, and he was not angry or intimidating. His solid and thick aura was like a majestic mountain standing forever in the Fang family.
It can be said that Fang Xiong is the real Dinghai Shenzhen of the Fang family.
He once went to the front line with the current saint to resist the invasion of demons. He was injured and nearly died many times and made great contributions.
The Fang family can have its current status in Tianqing Kingdom.
Fang Xiong is definitely indispensable.
The second head of the family, Fang Wenxu, sits in the second position. He also has a high status and is in charge of many affairs in the family.
According to the relationship, Fang Mu should call the other party uncle.
Eight elders of high status from the Fang family were sitting on both sides, either closing their eyes and contemplating, or thinking deeply, and they all looked a little majestic.
It's said to be a coming-of-age ceremony.
But it felt to Fang Mu like he was on the guillotine.
The pressure is huge.
Fang Mu calmed down, walked into the lobby, bowed and saluted: "I've met grandpa, I've met all the clan elders."
Fang Xiong's eyes fell on Fang Mu.
An invisible pressure then fell.
Fang Mu was neither humble nor arrogant, and showed no reaction.
The second head of the family, Fang Xuwen, stepped forward and said calmly: "Let go of your consciousness and don't fight."
Get straight to the point.
There are no unnecessary words.
Fang Mu nodded silently.
Then the second family leader poured Yuan Li into Fang Mu's body, checked it from inside to out, then looked at the family leader Fang Xiong and shook his head: "No."
There was a bit of disappointment in Fang Xiong's eyes: "I started meditating and breathing when I was six years old. I visualized divine images when I was twelve years old. Now you are fifteen years old and still have no form."
"There are many ordinary divine pictures collected in the warehouse. Your spiritual power is naturally strong, and even a slightly inferior picture will have an extraordinary future."
"Who would have thought that you would be a talent without talent."
There was a somewhat complicated look in Fang Xiong's eyes, but he spoke slowly, his voice like mountains pressing down one after another: "Your parents once left a sealed box. Since you can't practice and have no Dharma image, this thing doesn't mean anything to you."
It’s no longer of use, so let’s leave it to the family for safekeeping first.”
The elders and clan elders looked calm, as if they already knew about this decision.
It seems that some consensus has been reached within the family.
Fang Mu's heart grew cold.
It feels like being in a snowfield.
Fifteen-year-old Fang Mu stood in the hall with no expression on his slightly green and immature face.
Today is his coming-of-age ceremony.
But there was no celebration ceremony or ceremony.
Not even a word of encouragement and condolences.
Only the elders of the family gathered together to discuss the ownership of the relics left by his parents.
Heartbroken.
There was no expression of anger or resistance on Fang Mu's face. He was silent for a moment and said seriously: "This is a relic of my parents. It was left to me by them."
There was no crying or questioning.
Just tell this truth calmly.
The heads of the family and the elders of various clans looked a little unattractive.
Taking someone's parents' belongings away is not a pleasant thing to talk about.
The second head of the family, Fang Xuwen, stood up and said condescendingly: "It is true that this was left by your parents, but it was left to the Fang family, not to you alone."
"It was left to me." Fang Mu replied seriously: "I personally heard what my parents said before they left, otherwise why would you let me, a young person, keep it?"
The second head of the family, Fang Xuwen, said in a tone that left no room for doubt: "You also know that you are young? You were only five years old at the time and your memory is fuzzy. You simply remembered it wrong. This thing was left to the Fang family."
Fang Mu emphasized again: "I remember it, and I remember it very clearly."
All the elders present turned a blind eye.
Pretend you didn't hear it.
It turns out that I don’t want to be reasonable anymore.
Why be so pretentious?
"The Fang family's current status depends entirely on generations of family fortune-telling masters to resist demons. With the help of treasures, the strength of the fortune-telling masters can be greatly improved. You should have a sense of the overall situation."
The head of the family, Fang Xiong, said these words and finally concluded the matter.
"Looking at the overall situation, for the sake of the overall situation, do you want me to sacrifice for it?" Fang Mu wanted to ask this question sternly.
But he didn't in the end.
It doesn't make any sense to him to anger the head of the family and the clan elders.
On the contrary, it will make it more difficult for oneself in the family.
Fang Mu asked again: "Then I would like to ask you clan elders whether you can no longer condense the Dharma after the age of fifteen?"
The Faxiang Hall fell into silence.
No one dares to say such a thing.
It is said that the old man Gu Yuan, the patron saint of the Great Xia Kingdom, was born without a form. He spent more than 30 years watching swords in the sword pond and condensed the heaven-level dharma form - [Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect]. From then on, he embarked on the path of spiritual practice.
Unable to control himself, he finally reached the top of the Xiang Gathering Master, was revered as the Sword God by the Great Xia Kingdom, and became one of the top strong men in the world.
The most common and effective way is to observe the divine image and condense the Dharma.
But it's not the only way.
The cultivation of Dharma is the way founded by the ancient emperor, and it is a treasure of the entire human race. No one is qualified to say that anyone must be a born waste.
So no one can say that Fang Mu will always be a useless person.
The second head of the family, Fang Xuwen, spoke coldly at this time: "Looking at the proud people in ancient times and today, more than 90% of them were able to condense the Dharma before the age of fifteen. The earlier you condense the Dharma, it means that you are more likely to achieve something in the future. Could it be that you don't know,
The only disciple of Lord Sword God is the innate Dharma. He awakened at the age of seven, so Lord Sword God made an exception and accepted him as his disciple. Even Lord Sword God is like this, let alone any of us ordinary people?"
Yes, Lord Sword God is a typical representative of late bloomers.
But when he accepts a disciple, he will still choose a genius.
Fang Mu held his hands tightly in his sleeves, but he couldn't show it. He could only answer in a low voice: "Maybe I can be an exception?"
"..."
Fang Xuwen, the second head of the family, choked.
The expressions of the elders of all ethnic groups are a little difficult to calm down.
How dare you say that.
"The Fang family has a big business, so why don't you want to take a gamble? There is no loss anyway." Fang Mu seemed very sincere.
Fang Xuwen, the second owner of the family, subconsciously asked: "What are you betting on?"
"I bet I can be like Lord Sword God, and with accumulated experience, the Fang family will be able to soar into the sky and jump out of the small pond of Tianqing."
As soon as these words came out, all the family elders finally couldn't sit still.
"Nonsense."
"nonsense."
"It's just crazy."
"You are so conceited as to be on par with the Sword God!"
Waves of scolding sounded in the lobby.
Like firecrackers exploding.
Fang Mu felt a huge pressure pressing heavily on his shoulders, and he seemed to hear the sound of his own bones creaking under the load.
As expected, the pressure brought by the fortune-telling master is great.
"Want to bet on a future sword god?"
At this moment, the head of the family, Fang Xiong, spoke calmly, with a somewhat thoughtful look in his eyes.
All the elders of the clan were slightly shocked.
Would the head of the family approve of such an extremely naive and stupid idea?
Fang Mu looked up in surprise.
Because of the owner’s reaction.
He didn't even think about it himself.
The second head of the family, Fang Xuwen, was even more frightened and couldn't help blurting out: "Head of the family, you can't do that."
"You seem nervous?" Fang Xiong glanced at Fang Xuwen lightly.
Fang Xuwen's face changed slightly, and he quickly lowered his head and said, "No, I just think this is inappropriate."
Fang Xiong didn't say anything more, he looked at Fang Mu, as if there were two huge mountains standing in his eyes, which made him breathless.
"Do you think you are the future sword god?" Fang Xiong asked.
Fang Mu replied cautiously: "Maybe."
A smile of unknown meaning appeared on Fang Xiong's lips. He seemed to be happy, but also seemed to have a somewhat unclear meaning: "It's a good ambition, but it's a pity that you are not a swordsman yet."
The smile suddenly faded and turned into a cold and steep mountain pass.
"Take out the sealed box and keep it in the family's hands for the time being."
Fang Mu clenched his fists.
The second owner, Fang Xuwen, showed a relaxed smile.
The expressions of the elders of the clan continued to be calm.