《The Legend of the Immortal Demon Fēng Zūn Jìng》


 There was darkness then there was light

    The dim glow of streetlights flickered against the damp pavement as Windy sat on the edge of a crumbling rooftop, his fingers trembling slightly. His breath was ragged, his clothes stained with sweat and dirt.


    Tonight was the night.


    He had spent years preparing for this moment¡ªendless nights of research, training, and pushing his body beyond its limits. His hands clenched into fists as he replayed the plan in his head, every detail refined to perfection. There could be no mistakes.


    His heart pounded as he reached into his tattered robe, pulling out a small, delicate object. The weight of it in his palm felt heavier than it should.


    windy exhaled deeply.


    Then, with absolute determination, he lifted the steamed bun to his mouth and took a bite.


    It was still warm.


    Finally, after months of surviving on scraps, he had stolen a meal worth savouring.


    Now, he just had to escape the city guards alive.


    windy had barely swallowed his first bite when a furious voice rang out


    "Thief! Someone catch that thief!"


    Wendy''s heart raced as the cry of "Thief!" tore through the night. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed against the cold alley walls, growing louder with each passing second. He barely had time to wipe the crumbs from his lips before instinct took over¡ªrun.


    His legs burned as he ran through the narrow streets, his breath coming in sharp gasp The city guards were fast, but he was faster. Years of surviving in the slums had turned his body into a machine built for escape. Yet, despite the thrill of the chase, a bitter thought swirled through his brain.


    Is this all my life amounts to? Running, hiding, and stealing just to survive another day?If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.


    His fingers clenched around the last remnants of the bun. It wasn''t just food¡ªit was proof that he existed, that he had fought, that he hadn''t given up. But in the grand scheme of things, what did it matter? No one in this city would remember Windy. No family, no friends, no future.


    Stop! you little bastedthe city guards almost caught up


    In a panic he forced the thoughts aside and began to run faster and when he turned in a corner¡ªonly for his foot to slip on the slick pavement. No¡ª!


    He stumbled into the street, and in that instant, everything slowed. Headlights. A loud horn. The thunderous roar of an approaching truck. His body froze, but his mind raced.


    So this is how it ends? Not in a grand battle, not in a heroic struggle, but like a rat crushed under the weight of the world.


    The impact came too fast for him to feel pain. His body crumpled beneath the metal, blood pooling beneath him, warmth rapidly slipping away. His vision blurred as the cold night sky stretched endlessly above him. His breaths grew shallow.


    Seventeen years¡­ and I did nothing with them.


    Regret. That was all he felt. He had spent every waking moment fighting for survival but had never truly lived. No love, No dreams fulfilled, No one to mourn him. His fingers twitched, reaching for something¡ªsomeone¡ªbut there was nothing.


    As the world faded, he felt a strange pull, as if something deep within was calling him back. Darkness swallowed him whole.


    And then¡ªlight.


    A warmth he had never known. The soft embrace of fabric. The distant murmur of voices speaking a language unfamiliar yet instinctively understood. Windy gasped for breath¡ªbut the cry that escaped him was small, weak, infantile. His fingers, once calloused from hardship, curled into tiny fists.


    Waite! what''s going on? why am I not dead yet?


    Have I reincarnated?


    windy was shocked not because he was reincarnated but because he never thought that the heavens would be merciful enough to give him a second chance.


    windy quickly began to gather his thoughts he made an oath to himself,


    "In my past life, I was a candle flickering in the storm, giving light to others while letting myself burn away. No more. This time, I will be the sunrise¡ªradiant, unwavering, and boundless. I will cherish each breath as if it were poetry written in the wind, embrace each moment like a river flowing freely to the sea.


    My path is mine alone to walk, not a road paved by the hands of fate or the will of another. In this life, I will not merely exist¡ªI will live, not as a shadow, but as the light that no darkness can dim."


    And thus windy made his choose clear to live his life to the fullest.

 The wind that carried me home

    Windy tried to open his eyes and see things clearly though his vision was somewhat blurry as a new-born''s eyes are not fully developed yet when compared to that of an adult but nonetheless windy struggled and finally opened his eyes.


    He saw the face of a beautiful woman whose beauty can make even the angels jealous, he also saw a middle aged man with black hair, a beard and a sharp face looking at him with tears of happiness in his eyes.


    Hm¡­ they must be my parents ha.


    Windy thought in his mind, the silence in the room was broken, by the voice of that woman it was as enchanting as a mermaid''s song, muttering slightly with a low and yet delicate voice fang ling.


    Although windy count understand the language of this world quite yet but his instincts told him that was his name.


    Fang ling what the fuck! That''s some lame ass name I ever heard in my life can''t they think of anything better?


    Though the name might look ordinary at first it had a profound meaning. The word fang means wind and ling means soul or spirit. His parents gave him this name hoping he would grow up to be a spirited boy with lots of joy in his life just like the wind.


    Fang ling quickly understood the language of the people of this world. It''s not surprising considering his origins as an otherworlder.


    Time flew by and fang ling was loved by his parents and the elders of the clan.The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.


    Fang ling quickly tried to know about this world and everything related to it as it was unfamiliar to him he found out there was no development of technology in this world. The biggest difference between his world and this world is that this world represented the medieval era from earth so much which kings and monarchs used to rule.


    That''s not all there is, in this world much like fictional stories told back on earth, is a world of cultivation where one can increase their strength, by increase, I don''t mean the typical backward martial arts of the modern era where one can beat a 100 men but still fall to a bullet. Strength that truly rivals the heavens.


    A powerful cultivator can destroy an entire nation if he wants to, which was previously only possible by a nuclear weapon. He can cut down an entire mountain with a single slash of his sword-the true definition of a one man army. With strength like that no wonder they don''t focus on weapons and technology fang ling grasps everything. The interesting thing about cultivation is one can increase their lifespan. The lifespan of a mortal is merely 100 years but a powerful cultivator can live up to 1000 or even more. The goal of every cultivator in this world is to cultivate immortality.


    Fang ling was considered a peerless genius as he could start talking at three months and started to walk after five-which made him the centre of attention.


    But none of this mattered to fang ling or perhaps windy because he got all the things he count in his previous life,


    A home, a warm bed to sleep in, but more importantly the warmth of someone loving you, windy never experienced it in his previous life. He was content with this life of his, now he don''t need anything more strength doesn''t matter to him.


    His mind filled with thoughts of his past life,


    "In my past life, I was a drifting leaf upon an endless river, carried by currents I could not control, never knowing where I belonged. The sky above me was vast, yet void of warmth; the earth beneath my feet was firm, yet held no roots for me to cling to. An orphan¡ªunwanted, unseen, unheard. I wandered through life like a lone lantern in the night, flickering in the wind, waiting for the darkness to swallow me whole.


    But fate, ever mysterious as the shifting clouds, wove a different tale for me in this life. When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer a forsaken shadow. I was cradled in warmth, wrapped in the scent of home. A mother''s gentle hands, a father''s strong embrace¡ªthings I had only dreamed of, now as real as the morning sun. My name was spoken not as an afterthought, but with love, with meaning. The empty halls of my heart, once silent and cold, now echoed with laughter, with belonging.


    If my past was the withering autumn, then this life is my eternal spring. And for the first time, I do not fear the wind¡­ for I know, no matter where it carries me, there will always be a place I can call home."

 Pride of an immortal talent

    Time passed by fang ling was five years old now everyone considered him a peerless genius not because he could talk and walk at an early age or he was good at poetry but fang ling had reached the Qi Gathering Realm at the age of five which is unheard of.


    In this world cultivation is everything, it is the the king who is respected not because of his status but his cultivation is so profound that only few can rival him in terms of strength.


    cultivation is divided into five major realms in this world-mortal realm, Profound Realm, Heavenly Realm, Divine Realm and Primordial Realm. Each realm is further divided into three minor realms and each minor realm consists of Nine layers.


    fang ling has reached the Qi Gathering Realm which is the second minor realm in the mortal realm, for an ordinary talent it would take 15 years to break through but for a genius who is witnessed once in a 1000 years it will take 10 whole years but fang ling has done it in five which is considered a terrifying talent, a talent so great that common sense cannot explain.


    ha!! ha! I never seen such monster in my entire life, such terrifying progress,


    you are write second elder may be the heavens blessed our family.


    the two elders of the family spoke to each other admiring fang lings achievements.


    fang ling dint care about it but never the less he was happy as he was getting all the attention and love which he never had in his previous life.


    fang ling ended his practice took a shower and changed into his white robes he was playing out side while the there was a voice calling him brother fang.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    the voice came from a young lady who was the same age as fang ling she was the daughter of general zi yun who was considered a war hero and was a close friend of the feng family.


    Zi xuan what are you doing here?


    My father came to see your father on some official business I missed you so much brother fang, so I came to see you.


    brother fang let''s go and play together,


    Ok! Slow down.


    General zi yun was a great war hero of the kingdom and many soldiers respect him, he holds a high position in the army. He and fang ling''s father were good friends they both studied under the same roof when they were kids.


    Brother zi yun may I know the reason for your visit fang ling father spoke


    Fang hao you and I were good brothers for so long now I was lately thinking, your son and my daughter are of the same age and she is also a martial arts prodigy thought as not as fang ling she would be a suitable candidate to be his future wife don''t you think.


    Brother zi yun that would be wonderful happy happy I am so happy I can not express in mere words.


    -good!


    So it''s settled then we will announce it publicly when they both come if age


    Ok then I will take my leave brother fang


    Sure


    since fang ling was 5 years old its time for him to build his foundation and practice the technique passed in his family for generations the wind breathing technique. the martial techniques in this world are dived into ranks yellow level earth level sky level heavenly level and divine level. the level of the technique really maters for a martial artist, though one could practice countless skills and techniques but the first thing they learn is very important as it determines your foundation.


    Those with good foundation can quickly increase their realm and those who practise incomplete techniques will have some draw backs. The wind breathing technique is considered a sky rank technique a top ranked one at that


    ha its just a sky rank with my immortal talent I can easily cultivate it


    Fang ling thought in his mind


    But prior to his knowledge fate has something else stored for him

 The Fall of a Prodigy

    The days passed. Then the months. Then the years.


    Fang Ling sat cross-legged in his chamber, his breathing steady, his body drenched in sweat. His once radiant eyes, which once carried boundless ambition, had dulled with time. He channelled Qi again and again, pushing it through his meridians, but the energy refused to flow properly.


    Why?


    No matter how hard he tried, the Wind Breathing Technique rejected him. A technique meant to be his stepping stone had become an immovable boulder, crushing him beneath its weight.


    At first, the clan elders were patient. They assured him that he was simply experiencing a minor setback, that it was normal for geniuses to face tribulations. But when days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, their patience thinned.


    By the time nine years had passed, their admiration had turned to disappointment.


    Fang Ling, the once-proclaimed genius, had become a stain on the family''s name.


    At the age of fourteen, Fang Ling was still stuck in the Qi Gathering Realm, while children younger than him had already surpassed him. His younger brother, Fang Bai, only eight years old, had broken through the Foundation Establishment Realm, earning the elders'' praise and admiration.


    One evening, as Fang Ling passed by the training grounds, he heard his younger brother''s voice, filled with disdain.


    "Hmph! What is that trash doing here?" Fang Bai scoffed, his arms crossed. He was surrounded by servants and disciples, all eager to please the rising star of the Fang family. "Father should just disown him already. He''s an embarrassment!"


    The words cut deeper than any blade.


    Fang Ling clenched his fists but said nothing. He had long since lost the right to argue.


    "Young master Bai, you shouldn''t say such things!" One of the older servants laughed. "He was once called a genius, you know!"


    "Genius?" Fang Bai smirked. "He''s nothing but a crippled dog now. A stray that the Fang family keeps out of pity!"If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    Laughter erupted around him.


    Fang Ling lowered his gaze. The humiliation, the shame¡ªit was suffocating.


    At home, things were no better.


    His father, Fang Hao, who once beamed with pride, now barely looked at him. His mother, Lady Xu, who used to dote on him, now barely acknowledged his presence.


    Dinner was the worst.


    He would sit in silence as his parents showered Fang Bai with praise. They no longer spoke his name. It was as if he had become a ghost in his own family.


    One night, he gathered his courage and spoke.


    "Father, Mother¡­ may I ask something?"


    Fang Hao barely spared him a glance. "What is it?"


    His voice was cold, distant.


    Fang Ling hesitated, then spoke, his voice hoarse. "Do you still¡­ believe in me?"


    There was a long pause.


    Then, Fang Hao sighed, as if exhausted by the very question. "Fang Ling, I don''t have time for this."


    His mother, who once held him close and whispered words of encouragement, simply looked away.


    At that moment, Fang Ling understood.


    I have already been abandoned.


    The servants no longer respected him.


    Once, they bowed when he passed, addressing him as Young Master Fang Ling with reverence. Now, they sneered behind his back, some openly mocking him.


    One day, as he walked through the halls, he overheard two servants whispering.


    "Have you heard? The elders say that Young Master Fang Ling must be cursed."


    "Yes, yes! They say his talent was just a fluke, and now he''s paying the price for it. How pitiful!"


    Fang Ling clenched his fists.


    Pitiful?


    No. The pitiful ones were those who only respected strength. Those who changed their loyalty like the wind shifts direction.


    Late at night, Fang Ling sat alone in the courtyard, staring at the moon.


    The wind was cold, but the emptiness inside him was colder.


    "This feels familiar."


    A bitter chuckle escaped his lips.


    "I had a family in my previous life too, didn''t I? And when they were gone, I was left with nothing. And now¡­ it has happened again."


    Tears burned his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.


    "No one truly loves you unless you are useful to them. No one respects you unless you have power."


    "Give respect, take respect?" He scoffed. Utter bullshit.


    A voice interrupted his thoughts.


    "Master¡­ are you okay?"


    Fang Ling turned his gaze.


    It was her.


    The only person who still stood by him. The nameless girl he had saved years ago.


    She knelt beside him, her eyes filled with concern¡ªnot the fake kind the elders used to show, but genuine concern.


    For a moment, Fang Ling wanted to push her away.


    "Why? Why do you still care? Even my own parents have abandoned me."


    But he said nothing.


    Because deep down, a small part of him needed someone to care.


    Even if it was just one person.

 The Night of Blood and Betrayal

    The grand hall of the Fang family was adorned with golden lanterns, casting a warm glow upon the gathered guests. But despite the festive atmosphere, Fang Ling felt nothing but emptiness.


    At the centre of the hall, Zi Xuan stood beside Fang Bai, her hands intertwined with his. Her once soft, kind eyes now carried nothing but disdain as they glanced at Fang Ling.


    Fang Hao, his father, stood before the crowd, his voice filled with forced joy.


    "Today, we announce the engagement of my son, Fang Bai, to the daughter of General Zi Yun¡ªZi Xuan!"


    The hall erupted in cheers.


    Fang Ling simply watched. Unbothered. Unmoved.


    A faint smirk tugged at his lips. How laughable.


    Once, Zi Xuan had called him "Brother Fang" with admiration in her voice. Now, she could barely stand the sight of him.


    She stepped forward, her lips curling in a sneer. "Fang Ling, do you feel humiliated? You should. Once, I thought you were someone special, but you''re nothing but a useless cripple. I refuse to marry a man who can''t even step beyond the Qi Gathering Realm!"


    Silence filled the hall.


    Fang Ling met her gaze with indifference.


    "Why would I be humiliated? The words of insects cannot shake a mountain."


    Zi Xuan scoffed at his silence. "Pathetic. I wasted my time on you."


    Fang Bai laughed, placing an arm around her shoulders. "Brother, or rather, former brother¡­ Do you understand now? Talent is everything. Strength is everything. You? You are nothing."


    Fang Ling turned, walking away without a word.


    Let them celebrate.


    "A pack of sheep praising the lion that devours them¡ªhow absurd."


    Fang Ling returned to his chambers, seated in meditation. The night wind howled outside, cold and merciless.


    If anyone else was in fang lings place would already given up excepting their fate but fan ling was different as he knew


    "The greatest chains are the ones we forge in our own minds. Break free from the illusion of limitation, and you will realize¡ªthere is no prison stronger than doubt, and no weapon sharper than belief."


    even if he dies fang ling will never give up


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    "Success and failure? Mere illusions. A mirage cast by the weak to justify their own inaction. What truly matters is the effort¡ªthe blood, the sweat, the struggle. Only losers surrender before the battle even begins."


    "They call me waste, a cripple, a man destined for nothing. But I am not a loser. A loser is someone who kneels before doubt, who lets the fear of failure shackle their ambition. A loser is a man who chooses to rot rather than fight."


    "What is failure, if not the forge that tempers the blade of perseverance? What is struggle, if not the storm that sharpens the soul? Even the sky trembles before the wind, yet it never breaks. And I, Fang Ling, will not break either."


    Days passed by and fang ling continued his practice even if there is no progress to speak of he never gave up


    on a cloudy day when fang ling was practicing as usual he heard a loud scream of someone coming from the main gate fang ling quickly got up and went to see what happened


    when fang ling reached the courtyard his face was twisted at the sight of that horror he just witnessed,


    The courtyard was painted in crimson filled with blood


    A black-robed assassin stood amidst fallen bodies, his blade dripping with blood. The Fang family''s guards lay slaughtered, their lifeless eyes reflecting the moon.


    Fang Hao and the elders rushed forward.


    "Who dares massacre my Fang family?!" fang lings fathers voice echoed through the courtyard


    The assassin tilted his head, his voice cold. "Massacre? No. This is a cleansing."


    Outrageous! The elders attacked¡ªswift, precise, powerful.


    But they were nothing before him.


    With a single movement, heads rolled, blood sprayed, and bodies collapsed like puppets cut from their strings.


    fang hao unseated his sword and tried to fight the assassin but it was useless the strength of the assassin was beyond fang hao the assassin easily pared every sword strike form the clan head, soon the battle cam to a decisive end as Fang Hao, his once-mighty father, gasped as the assassin''s blade impaled his chest.


    "Y-you¡­!" His body trembled before he fell to the ground, his lifeblood pooling beneath him.


    Fang Ling''s heart pounded.


    Everyone was dying.


    He rushed forward, fists clenched. "STOP!"


    The assassin barely glanced at him before striking.


    Pain exploded in his body. A single punch sent him crashing against the stone wall. Blood dripped from his lips. His limbs trembled.


    "So weak. I¡­ can''t¡­ stop him."


    Screams echoed as the entire Fang family was slaughtered.


    Servants. Elders. Clan members.


    Everyone met their demise that day


    Fang Ling lay on the ground, bloodied and broken. He could only watch as his family¡ªeven the ones who abandoned him¡ªwere wiped from existence.


    He had once dreamed of proving them wrong.


    But now, there was no one left to prove anything to.


    Thunder rumbled.


    Rain began to fall.


    A bitter laugh escaped his lips.


    "Why? Why must the heavens be so cruel to me?"


    He stared at the sky, raindrops mixing with his tears.


    "I never asked to be born a genius. I never asked for talent. All I wanted¡­ was a normal life."


    His fingers dug into the mud, rage burning in his chest.


    "Is that too much to ask?!"


    Lightning cracked across the sky.


    His eyes darkened.


    "Fine. If the heavens wish to take everything from me¡­ then I shall take from the heavens in return."


    "I swear¡ªwhoever is behind this massacre, I will find them. I will make them suffer. And I will tear their world apart."


    A soft voice interrupted his thoughts.


    "Master¡­ you truly are good at acting."


    Fang Ling¡¯s blood ran cold.


    He turned.


    His servant girl stood behind him, her expression unreadable.


    "Just as you ordered," she whispered. "The Assassins'' Guild has wiped out your entire family."


    Silence.


    Then¡­ a smirk crept onto Fang Ling¡¯s lips.


    He chuckled. "Let me at least pretend like I care for a while."


    The rain poured harder.


    The Fang family was no more.


    And Fang Ling¡­ had orchestrated it all.