Chapter 434: He Became Fang Han?

Jiang Shenwang was stunned by Fang Yu's identity—how could one person possess so many mysterious abilities, some even beyond what he, a perfected Shenwang, had ever seen? It was utterly inconceivable.

Yet these extraordinary abilities had truly enabled Fang Yu to accomplish something never before seen: he entered Zishan—and emerged from it successfully.

Unlike him, who after entering Zishan could never leave, trapped within it for four thousand years.

Four thousand years spent within Zishan was a sheer waste; had he been outside, he would surely have reached an inconceivable realm long ago.

But now, speaking of this was useless.

Jiang Shenwang saw his own body seized by an unseen force, dragged toward a village.

Soon, they came to a halt at a small village.

"Immortal, you truly emerged from Zishan? Excellent, excellent—this is truly a great blessing."

Zhang Kuang, seeing Fang Yu return so quickly, wore an expression of utter shock, yet immediately softened into great joy.

"Today we must celebrate properly—Er Er Lengzi, Wang Shu, go kill a sheep to welcome the Immortal back. And this one is…"

Zhang Kuang's gaze turned to Jiang Shenwang beside him—now, where was the dignity of a Shenwang? His body was withered to bone, his face like a demon's, aged and terrifying, faintly grotesque.

Anyone seeing such a figure would never believe him a Shenwang—only a demon.

"He is an elder sealed within Zishan. You need not concern yourselves—let him stay in the village for a while. It's no harm."

Fang Yu spoke.

"Yes, Immortal."

Zhang Kuang nodded, relieved—he now knew this was no demon, but a man.

"Elder, now that we are free, I shall heal you."

Fang Yu placed Jiang Shenwang on the stone ground of the Zhang family's Shi Zhai, and with a simple motion, activated the Green Emperor Wood Emperor Art.

The Green Emperor Wood Emperor—this true qi of wood was best suited for healing; even if one had only a breath left, the Green Emperor Wood Emperor Daoist Gang Qi could restore them swiftly.

"Thank you. You need not call me Elder—call me Shenwang."

Jiang Shenwang had been on the verge of death, but as Fang Yu's true qi flowed into his body, every damaged life force along its path was repaired.

This life force was unimaginable—like the most noble vitality, the purest, flawless qi of spring appearing across heaven and earth, capable of healing any wound.

Then came the Black Emperor Water Emperor Daoist Gang Qi—when it surged into Jiang Shenwang's body, he felt an even stronger surge of life. The water true qi merged with the wood true qi, not only mending his internal injuries but restoring his appearance.

His shriveled body regained luster; after four thousand years of confinement, he needed hydration.

With the Black Emperor Water Emperor Daoist Gang Qi replenishing him, Jiang Shenwang gained immense benefit.

Of course, this was because Jiang Shenwang had first taught Fang Yu the Dou Zi Mi.

In heaven and earth, there are no causeless loves or hates—yet Jiang Shenwang, upon first seeing Fang Yu, gave away one of the Nine Secrets: the Dou Zi Mi. This was partly because he did not wish it lost, but for Fang Yu, it was a rare opportunity.

The Nine Secrets were no less than supreme divine arts; their creators were the famed Tianzun. These Tianzun's Nine Secrets contained profound techniques and functions, still useful to Fang Yu today.

Now that Jiang Shenwang had gifted him the Dou Zi Mi, Fang Yu would not hesitate to use the Green Emperor Wood Emperor Daoist Gang Qi and Black Emperor Water Emperor Daoist Gang Qi to aid Jiang Shenwang's recovery.

Then came the Red Emperor Fire Emperor Daoist Gang Qi—when it entered Jiang Shenwang's body, it burned away countless inauspicious energies.

Now, Jiang Shenwang no longer resembled the demonic, emaciated figure he had been—he had regained his original Shenwang form.

A Shenwang is peerless, especially a perfected Shenwang—he must be noble and radiant, never grotesque.

When Zhang Kuang returned to invite Fang Yu and Jiang Shenwang to eat meat, his expression was even more curious—he stared at Jiang Shenwang and could not recognize him.

"This… was the one before?"

Zhang Kuang was utterly stunned; apart from the clothes, this man bore no resemblance to the one before.

His face was different, his body was different, even his nose was different.

His former shriveled nose had become handsome.

His eyes now radiated immense charm—utterly unlike before; when he looked, it seemed he could pierce straight into a person's heart.

"It is indeed the same person. From now on, call him Shenwang."

Fang Yu nodded, then called to Ye Fan and Pang Bo nearby, "Ye Fan, Pang Bo, come meet this Jiang Shenwang."

"Shenwang!"

Ye Fan and Pang Bo were cultivators; having trained for some time in the Tai Xuan Sect, they knew the basics of the Cultivation World—and what a Shenwang meant. And what a Shenwang trapped in Zishan meant.

Especially this Shenwang bore the surname Jiang—the same as Xiao Tingting they had met long ago.

A Shenwang of the Ancient Jiang Clan? A perfected Shenwang?

Both looked at Fang Yu, astonished—had Fang Brother gone into Zishan and pulled out a perfected Ancient Clan Shenwang?

It was too incredible.

"We pay homage to the Shenwang."

Immediately, Ye Fan and Pang Bo stepped forward and bowed to Jiang Shenwang.

"You are… the Ancient Holy Body? Such a physique is rare today."

Jiang Shenwang grunted, then fixed his gaze on Ye Fan—in that instant, his body manifested subtle changes, and he recognized Ye Fan's physique as the legendary Ancient Holy Body.

In this age, achieving Dao with the Ancient Holy Body was indeed difficult.

"You are the Ancient Holy Body—it is indeed hard. But you may strive. I wish to see how far you can go."