The four entered a path of stone slabs while silence overwhelmed them.
There were trees around and a small river with various fish and turtles.
The sound of the river plus the wind soothed even the most fruitful soul, making the place seem magical.
"This brings back memories," Fang Hao muttered as he walked as slowly as possible.
After walking for half an hour, at the end of the road, a large Siheyuan-style palace could be seen.
On the right side was a large vermilion-colored door, and on the left was an imposing ancient statue of a man with long hair and a long beard standing on a huge bird that looked like a divine crane.
Below the statue was a stone with words carved on it...
'The man longing for heaven followed the white crane.
He requested the teachings from him but the white crane did not accept.
At the little lake day and night he stayed.
Sitting on the shore, the movements of him watched.
The man imitated him but without results he continued.'
'But one day, the whooping crane set off.
The man did not give up and for a thousand years he waited.
But the whooping crane never came back.
On his deathbed he still continued.
When he least expected it, the whooping crane returned.'
'White Cloud floats slowly for a thousand years, your persistence moved me.
Your movement still clumsy, now they are strong.
Without realizing it, your power has already reached me.
I have nothing more to give you than my blood and blessing.'
'The surprised man stayed, because he still felt weak.
By accepting his blood, his body gradually transformed.
The first descendant of the whooping crane was born, and the story of him just began...'
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Fang Hao read the poem and sighed, according to the poem, it refers to the first descendant of the Fang family.
"White Crane bloodline? That comes from an ancient myth, the ancestor of the Fang family was an 'Supreme' from the ancient era, even before Huaxia was unified, and the ancient technique that can only be learned by the successors to Patricia 'The Phoenix Hunting Crane', was created by him»
"Of all the techniques I learned 'The Phoenix Hunting Crane' was the hardest to learn, but it was just a waste of time, even the basic techniques that clan servants learn are better"
"Sigh" «But my father told me that this martial technique has to be learned by every successor to patriarch, only out of respect for the ancestors, since it is currently obsolete, it is not known why, but no one can fully practice the last 6 stages...»
«Many of my ancestors believed that this technique had a hidden secret, and they wasted their whole lives to practice it, but none could learn the fourth stage, in the end they concluded that the technique was incomplete or in this it was impossible to train it»
Remembering his hellish training, Fang Hao was upset, not only couldn't he have fun, but most of his suffering was learning 'The Phoenix Hunting Crane' until the third stage, but he would never complain to her. father of him
No matter how upset he is with him, from the bottom of his being, he has such a deep fear of that imposing man that just remembering him makes him break out in a cold sweat...
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"Young Master..."
"Young master!"
"Who dares to raise their voice in front of this young hero?" Said Fang Hao annoyed, someone dared to interrupt when he's thinking, that was unforgivable.
"I'm sorry young master, it seemed that he was lost in his thoughts..., I just wanted to remind him that the master is still waiting for him..." The Maid answered with a trembling voice, she knew that her young master is equally cruel with men and with women.
"This young master forgives you just this once, let it not happen again" Fang Hao said a little embarrassed, he was being easily influenced and getting angry more regularly than before, so he decided to forgive him.
"No matter what the situation was, I don't like to kill anyone, least of all my own servants without a good reason."
"Thank you young master, I will remember his generosity" The maid said, almost crying on her knees, she was afraid of ending up like one of the previous maids.
"Fang Hao, you're still generous even to servants, you haven't changed in these 5 years." Fang Na said to herself internally with her small hands hiding her flushed face, as he watched the situation from behind.
Xiao Wang looked at the situation with a smile, he followed his young master for the past 5 years, he was not evil, although his young master was a pervert, selfish, narcissistic, cruel and sometimes got carried away by the urges from him...
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"Why do I feel piercing gazes from behind?" Fang Hao wondered as he felt uneasy at the admiring glances from his servants.
After the brief moment of confusion, he headed for the entrance.
At the great gate was a group of servants awaiting Fang Hao's arrival.
"Welcome young master, master is waiting for you" said one of the maids at the entrance as she lowered her head.
Fang Hao entered the palace together with Fang Na, Xiao Wang, and the maid, in the center was a beautiful courtyard, flowers of various colors adorned the place, the servants and lower family members lowered their heads upon seeing him.
The palace was divided by hierarchy, in the external part were the houses of the servants, in the internal part were the members of the branches of the Fang family.
In the central part there were 4 pavilions, in the north pavilion there was the main house and the treasury, in the east and west pavilion were the infirmary, the kitchen and the stores of food and medicine, and in the south pavilion were the houses for the important guests.
"Xiao Wang is waiting in the south pavilion, together with…" after an awkward silence Fang Hao said "along with my personal maid, meet me tomorrow with Yun Feng's information."
"Yes, young master," Xiao Wang replied as he proceeded to leave.
The personal maid was blank-eyed, she worked for her young master for 5 years and she still didn't even remember her name..., bewildered she followed Xiao Wang as she doubted her purpose in the life ...
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Fang Hao headed to the northern part of the mansion, it was the largest and most majestic pavilion, before entering, he looked back.
"Fang Na, can you stop following me, we'll talk later, I don't have time now"
"I'm not following you, I'm heading to the pavilion at the back...and...and...I'm afraid to walk away from you" she replied with a flushed and nervous face as she touched her hair with her fingers .
"cough, cough" "You don't need to worry, my father only called me to attend the wedding, it's not like I did anything wrong while I was away." Fang Hao said with a smile, anyone listening to him would think he's the nicest person. saint of the world
"I see, then I'll wait for you..." Fang Na replied with a flushed face as she clumsily ran over.
Fang Hao shook his head, turned around and entered the pavilion...
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"It seems that the house has gotten smaller, or is it that I got bigger?"
Fang Hao walked slowly as he walked up the stairs, reaching the door and entering, she couldn't help but look at the paintings of the old patriarchs of the Fang family.
He would find portraits of all kinds of men that he once led this family, from paintings to photos.
Fang Hao admired those men, because they were his ancestors as well, his blood running through their veins.
He was proud of his family..., no, rather, he was proud of his lineage, it doesn't matter if it was real or fake that they were descendants of a divine crane, what mattered was what they represented, 'the most powerful family in the top 7 families' of the Eastern Empire, second only to the imperial family.
As the future patriarch of the Feng clan, he was proud of himself, but it was all just an excuse to feel better...
After seeing each image of his ancestors, he came to the photo of his father, unlike the previous ones in black and white, this one was in color...
It was taken recently, he could tell, as only a Federation camera could...
«I hope my father doesn't realize my bottleneck, worse still that my martial arts are degrading...» "Sigh"
Fang Hao stood at the door of the room and stared at the door for a minute as he sighed. After gathering courage, he opened the door, took a step, and entered.
I could see a large luxurious room, with decorations that were worth more than a whole small town, an opening on the right side from where the entire mountain scenery could be seen, on the left in the background in front of a beautiful desk, was a middle-aged man behind a tea table sitting in the lotus position...