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From the day Fang Chen left, Fang Li truly accepted this world and started wanting to assimilate into it.

Now that he was thinking about dreams and all that, it was really too ridiculous. With such a realistic scene that lasted for several months, Fang Li no longer felt that this was just a dream that could be explained.

As for the doubts in his heart, they would only be able to touch upon the truth if they kept getting stronger. No matter what, the identity of an ordinary disciple from a noble family was not what Fang Li wanted.

"Mu Tan, find me the annals of the Profound Dragon Continent." Fang Li flipped through the annals of the Tian Yuan Continent as he spoke to Mu Tan, who was beside him, without even raising his head.

"Yes." Mu Tan stared at the thick books of history surrounding Fang Li. The history of the Yuan Lu Kingdom, the Mang Xue Kingdom, the Savage Strait, and even the entire continent and the Profound Dragon Continent. The initial shock on Mu Tan's face had completely changed to shock.

It had already been half a month since Fang Chen had left. During this half month, he had taken the initiative to hire a teacher, seriously studying the basics, and at the same time, had become extremely interested in the history books. From the beginning, the teacher had guided them in their reading and explained until the end where they could barely understand a little, and then had Mu Tan accompany them in reading. This sudden change surprised the entire Marshal Mansion.

Most people thought that Fang Li was just excited for a moment. How could a disciple from a Venerable family like this endure the boring days?

However, Fang Li, who had stayed in the study room for half a month and had not come out of seclusion, had finally disappeared. There was still some playful ridicule behind his back.

Mu Tan watched Fang Li's transformation, his heart trembling with excitement. After all, he was his future husband.

In the Yuan Lu and even the Xuan Dragon Continent, women without backgrounds had no right to choose. The custom of marrying a chicken and following a dog made every woman full of longing for their future husband, and they also had to be extra careful.

Of course, Mu Tan was no exception.

Seeing the change in Fang Li's expression, she was even more agitated than Fang Li's mother.

Fang Li swept a glance at the departing figure of the girl beside him. Fang Li snapped out of his daze from the history book. He had read many history books in the past half month, making him have a deeper impression of many things in this world.

However, all of these were not unfamiliar to him. Instead, they felt like studying. Therefore, Fang Li's learning speed was also extremely fast.

This sort of familiar feeling had already appeared more than once in Fang Li's life. He had long since gotten used to it.

This entire continent was called the Profound Dragon Continent. To the east of the Profound Dragon Continent was the place where the Yuan Lu, Mang Xue, and other eighteen empires thrived.

These eighteen empires had also practically ruled the region east of the Profound Dragon Continent. Of course, there were also countless other small countries that were vassals of the eighteen empires.

Among the introductions to the Profound Dragon Continent found in the Marshal's Mansion's library, there were no descriptions of the other regions because there were different opinions. Some said that demon beasts ran rampant in other regions while others said that there were stronger empires. However, of these legends, only the north was not introduced. There wasn't even a guess.

After learning about the world he resided in from a book for a few days, Fang Li was deeply shocked. The area of these eighteen nations to the east of the Profound Dragon Continent had already surpassed the total size of that world.

The power of the Yuan Lu Kingdom was considered to be in the middle within the 18 empires. However, the overall martial arts level of the cultivation academies in the Yuan Lu Country was the lowest among the eighteen empires.

Do Immortals exist in this world? When Fang Li saw the introduction of the Immortal Cultivation Academy, he couldn't help but recall this question.

However, the name of the Immortal Cultivation Academy was just a yearning. They were only powerful martial artists. In the eyes of ordinary people, they were like immortals. They could fly into the sky and flee into the ground. They had a long lifespan, but up until now, none of them had truly lived forever.

The martial practitioners at the eastern side of the Profound Dragon Continent were divided into levels one to nine. Nine was the extreme, and one was the beginning.

A ninth level martial artist, not seen in a thousand years, spanning to the east of the entire Profound Dragon Continent.

A sixth level martial artist was the most powerful martial practitioner in an empire. As for the Yuan Lu Kingdom, there was a sixth level martial practitioner, Fang Li's father, Fang Lin Tao.

A sixth level martial artist could already defend against ten thousand people at once. It was beyond the knowledge of mortals.

Most of the ordinary soldiers in the army couldn't even be considered a martial artist. As for the heavy guard, they were all made up of second level martial artists. Thus, over the years, there had only been five thousand people present. They were the most elite soldiers of the Yuan Lu Kingdom.

Martial cultivation. Martial cultivation. You still have to have your own strength to have the right to speak. Fang Li thought.

Fang Li had originally thought that with his experience in the original world, learning all kinds of military strategies from this world might be of some help to the current battle situation for a short period of time. After all, those thirty-six strategies and the Lecture Room were not for nothing.

Right now, this idea wasn't impossible, but rather, it was impossible.

A high level martial artist would usually have a far greater deterrence towards an enemy nation than they would have if they were plotting against them.

"Young master." The fragrance of a young girl wafted through the air. Fang Li knew that Mu Tan had returned. Mu Tan called out softly and placed the thick book on Fang Li's table. He picked up the teacup in front of Fang Li and went to add a new cup of tea.

Fang Li used three days to flip through the thick chronicle book of the Profound Dragon Continent. He discovered that there were very few introductions of the other three areas of the Profound Dragon Continent, especially the north; there was still not a single introduction. Fang Li put down the book and looked at the many thick books on the table. For the first time in eighteen days, he walked out of his study.

From this day onwards, Fang Li found his mother, Guan Yun Lan, and obtained her family's inherited cultivation technique. That was the Purple Profound Scripture.

This was the cultivation technique his father, Fang Ling Tao, had cultivated since he was young. This cultivation technique was not passed down from his ancestors, but rather something Fang Lin Tao had brought over from the outside. With regards to the specific circumstances in which he had obtained this skill, Fang Lin Tao had been unwilling to elaborate, saying only that it was a coincidence.

The initial stages of this cultivation technique were extremely slow, almost one third of the speed of the Empire's more famous cultivation techniques. As he trained in the Purple Profound Scripture, his inner strength had not surpassed that of other cultivation techniques. However, Fang Lin Tao had firmly chosen this Purple Profound Gold and now became the number one martial artist of the Yuan Lu sect.

Everyone knew that it was Fang Lintao who had great perseverance. Fang Li, on the other hand, felt that his father must have had his own intentions for praising this book of the Purple Profound Scripture. Thus, he began to train.

The war was raging outside. As for Fang Li, he could only ignore them. He worked so hard to make himself do something in this short period of silence. In the depths of his memories, the scene of Yuan Lu losing half of its land was something he had no choice but to work hard for.

Two years, a whole two years. The war for Yuan Lu had lasted for two years. With the efforts of the two Empire's Marshal, Yuan Lu finally stopped its defeated march and built a defensive line at the border.

Over the course of these two years, the frenzied attacks of the Brightsnow Kingdom and the Brightshore Kingdom had slightly slowed down. After two consecutive years of fighting, they didn't achieve any good results. This made them begin to ponder whether or not their efforts were worth it.

Although there were no large-scale movements, there were still many small battles going on. The two marshals had not returned home for two years.

That night, the space between Fang Li's eyebrows lightened as he sat cross-legged on his bed. A warm current flowed into his dantian. He had actually successfully reached the First Martial Stage described in the Purple Profound Scripture.

However, before the warm and comfortable feeling in his body could fade away, he suddenly felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows. This pain surpassed Fang Li's knowledge and he fainted. He didn't even have the time to scream.

Following which, a magical light flashed between his eyebrows, shooting towards the sky.

Fang Li's consciousness was a little blurry. He felt as if he was flying towards the sky at an extremely fast speed. After flying for an unknown distance, he was unable to control himself and flew towards the vast starry sky at an incredible speed.

In the end, he felt the air around him become viscous, and a sharp white light suddenly appeared in front of him. Fang Li felt that he was like a piece of paper, and that white light was like the heaven and earth. After that, he no longer felt anything.

In the middle of the morning, Fang Li was called out by Mu Tan. This was the first time Fang Li had been confined to bed in the past two years.

Looking at Mu Tan's retreating back, Fang Li felt a dull pain between his eyebrows. He used the Purple Profound Scripture's circulation technique to float around his entire body, confirming that he had advanced to a First Martial Disciple.

When his entire body's inner force reached his right arm, he suddenly felt a chill.

Fang Li subconsciously pulled up his sleeves and looked at his arm.

A green imprint appeared there. Its color was extremely faint. It was as if it was a miniature gun.

Before Fang Li could take a closer look, his consciousness had already entered a vast expanse of white. He stared blankly at everything in front of him until a peerlessly beautiful young girl appeared in front of him. She had green eyes, green hair, and was dressed entirely in green clothes.

The young girl stood in front of Fang Li, looking at him expressionlessly. Fang Li's mind was blank.

Looking at the young girl's face, Fang Li's brain short-circuited. This girl was elegant and refined; she had a light aura around her. Her skin was tender and delicate, like white jade. Her eyes were like clear water, causing people to feel inferior and not dare to blaspheme her.

"Have you seen enough?" The young girl's calm words pulled the dazed Fang Li back to reality. There was no hint of happiness or anger in her words, it was so cold that it made one's heart tremble.

"You, you are …"

"The process of fusing with a soul imprint is rather slow. Now, I will help you remove it." After she finished speaking, the azure-dressed girl pointed at the center of Fang Li's brows. Then, as if she was talking to herself, she said, "I really don't know which fierce person actually paid such a huge price."

At this moment, Fang Li no longer had time to care about what the girl said. Suddenly, numerous memories appeared in his mind.

Memories of his birth and his abduction appeared in his mind.

Not just familiar, but a deep memory.

"Maybe it isn't just two lifetimes' worth of soul imprints." The young girl seemed to be able to see through Fang Li's memories and frowned slightly. "There's actually a space-time mark, what a powerful technique."

"This …" Fang Li did not know what to say.

"You don't have to be surprised. When you came to this continent, you should be able to feel familiar everywhere. This familiar feeling was caused by your soul splitting into two." The young girl had some doubts in her heart, but she did not say it out loud. Perhaps Fang Li's soul was not only split into two.

All of your memories are from your own experiences. However, your soul began fusing two years ago, and needed time to perfect.

"So, it really wasn't a dream." Fang Li did not feel unwell about the sudden appearance of these memories. It was as if something that he could not remember was suddenly recalled.