Reborn Medicine King

"Master Spirit!"    

The Formation Spirit said, "No need for formalities. With the return of the Holy Son, the sect can be restored. I hope you remember the promises you made back then!"    

"We have not forgotten..."    

The Formation Spirit looked around but shook his head slightly. "Words are not enough. I need you to renew your vows, pledge loyalty to the Holy Son, and rebuild the Thunder Sect!"    

Despite facing these skilled individuals, the Formation Spirit remained assertive.    

At this moment, Fang Xiang was also observing the cultivators below. How could he not understand their thoughts? These were the top experts of the highest order, having roamed freely for so long. Suddenly, someone appears, asking for their allegiance—especially to him, who was a nobody just over a year ago. How could these prominent figures easily submit?    

Ye Changtian, however, was very respectful and said to the Formation Spirit, "Please, Master Spirit, enlighten us."    

The Formation Spirit approached Fang Xiang and activated the power of the Thunder Robe on him, which was also the power of the Holy Son's token.    

In the next moment, a contract formed in front of Fang Xiang. It grew larger and flew forward, eventually hovering above the crowd. The words were clear and visible to all.    

Fang Xiang himself was unaware that such a contract existed within the Holy Son's token, nor did he know that the Formation Spirit had left an imprint on him.    

The Formation Spirit then spoke, "Sign the contract, protect the Holy Son, and await the reemergence of the Thunder Sect!"    

Upon hearing this, Night Sky didn't hesitate for a moment. He went straight to the contract, cut his finger, and let a drop of true blood fall onto it. He declared with respect, "Night Sky pledges loyalty to the Holy Son, and will assist in rebuilding the Thunder Sect!"    

Following his lead, two more individuals cut their fingers and made their vows, signing the contract. However, most of the cultivators in the crowd didn't act immediately. They stood still, seemingly waiting for others to make a move.    

Night Sky returned to Fang Xiang's side, frowning as he glanced at the gathered cultivators. Fang Xiang felt as if he were being slowly tortured. In the past, these powerful figures could crush him as easily as an ant. Yet here he was, with the Formation Spirit pressuring them to sign the contract and swear allegiance. It was surreal.    

If it weren't for the Black Wolf holding him down with spiritual strength, he might have already gotten up and left.    

Night Sky looked toward the Emperor, puzzled as to why he hadn't signed the contract. To him, the Emperor's hesitation was unexpected.    

The Formation Spirit noticed the lack of enthusiasm among the experts and a hint of disappointment flashed in its eyes. It continued, "The master is still in the ancestral realm and will return one day. Your current behavior is disappointing. It seems some things have been forgotten."    

The words of the Formation Spirit sent a shock through those who hadn't yet acted. They were visibly surprised, finding it hard to believe what the Formation Spirit had said.    

Several hesitant practitioners stepped forward to sign the contract, while the four emperors remained steady, showing no immediate intention to act. However, from Fang Xiang's perspective, the fact that these emperors were willing to stand aside for him and treat him with such respect was astonishing.    

In no time, nearly a third of the experts present had signed the contract. They also showed great respect towards the Formation Spirit, although most of them ranked lower in skill among these experts, with Ye Changtian being the strongest.    

The Black Wolf impatiently said, "What are you all waiting for?"    

Taking advantage of the Black Wolf's distraction, Fang Xiang stood up calmly, observing the experts before him. He could sense the tension in the air, but he was not one to impose like the Formation Spirit.    

He spoke calmly, "I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Fang Xiang. It's an honor to meet you all. I didn't intend to disturb your peace upon receiving the title of Holy Son, but I have a duty to fulfill. Regardless of your support, I will bring the Qianlei Sect back to the world and rebuild it. As for this contract, I don't see the need to sign it."    

With that, Fang Xiang unleashed his spiritual strength, shattering the contract floating above. Instantly, the true blood of the practitioners who had signed the contract began to float in the air, returning to each of them.    

Fang Xiang's actions left the experts present utterly stunned, and even Black Wolf was at a loss to understand why Fang Xiang did what he did.    

The Formation Spirit frowned at Fang Xiang. "Do you realize what that contract means? My remaining consciousness can only help you so much, but it will save you a lot of trouble."    

After breaking the contract, Fang Xiang felt incredibly relieved. He smiled at the Formation Spirit and said, "I am the chosen one. Formation Spirit, you should listen to me. As for these elders, those who want to help me rebuild the Thunder Sect will do so willingly. There's no need to force anyone who doesn't want to help. Times have changed. Wait for me at the Thunder Sect, and I'll sort everything out as soon as I can."    

The Formation Spirit glanced at the cultivators below and shook his head slightly, a hint of resignation in his expression.    

"This is the chosen one's decision. I won't interfere any further."    

With that, he turned to Ye Changtian. "Take good care of him."    

Ye Changtian nodded quickly. "Rest assured, Formation Spirit. I am willing to follow the chosen one!"    

In an instant, several experts in the crowd dropped to one knee, pledging their loyalty.    

Fang Xiang hurriedly said, "There's no need for such formality, elder. I am unworthy of such honor."    

Ye Changtian stopped Fang Xiang and then addressed the experts below. "Disciples of the Thunder Sect, heed my command. The chosen one has returned today. Anyone daring to betray the sect will answer to me, Ye Changtian!"    

He unleashed a powerful aura that pressed down on everyone present, making them feel immense pressure. Just then, a frail figure walked in from outside. It was an old man who looked a bit laid-back, strolling in at a leisurely pace. The cultivators in the room sensed his presence and turned to look toward the door.    

Night Sky was equally surprised to see him: "Master Chen Xing!"    

The old man named Chen Xing glanced at the cultivators present and chuckled softly, "Slept a bit too long, came late. Hope I didn't disturb you youngsters."    

The experts in the room were all very respectful to Chen Xing, nodding and bowing, even the four emperors showed him great reverence. Chen Xing walked to the front, his gaze landing on Fang Xiang.    

"Elder Chen Xing of the Thunder Sect, willing to pledge loyalty to the Holy Son and rebuild the Thunder Sect!"    

This statement sparked a flurry of discussion among the experts in the back. Black Wolf stared at Chen Xing in surprise, "Elder Chen has already reached the Celestial Realm, really caught me off guard!"    

Black Wolf was clearly reminding Fang Xiang of this man's level, suggesting that with his help, Fang Xiang's path would be much smoother. Fang Xiang quickly responded, "Junior Fang Xiang, it's an honor to meet you, Senior."    

Chen Xing smiled, "The Holy Son is young and promising. All of this is destined for you. From today, stay by my side and train. I'll personally guide you."    

Zhen Ling watched everything silently. After his initial surprise, Ye Changtian furrowed his brow, lost in thought.    

Chen Xing looked at the Black Wolf and said directly, "I wondered who it was, and it turns out to be you. After all these years, your skills haven't improved at all. That's disappointing."    

"I've been trapped outside the barrier of the Dry Thunder Sect, drained of spiritual strength for so many years. It's a miracle I'm still alive. But you've certainly become more formidable than before, even more so than these young ones. With your help, my master can rest easy."    

Chen Xing glanced at the Formation Spirit and said, "Hand over the Holy Son to me, and you can rest assured. You can disperse now..."    

The Formation Spirit gave Fang Xiang a meaningful look but said nothing more before vanishing.    

Seeing this, Chen Xing turned to the others and announced, "I'll be taking the Holy Son for guidance. I assume there are no objections?"    

The cultivators present fell silent, with no one daring to respond. After all, Chen Xing was a top-tier expert, and even Fang Xiang didn't have the ability to refuse.    

Only Ye Changtian spoke up, "Master Chen Xing, I happen to be free lately. Let me accompany the Holy Son with you. I can help guide his skills further, since you're usually off doing your own thing."    

Chen Xing waved him off, "You know I'm a lone wolf. The Holy Son will be fine with me. You're too much trouble with your constant chatter."    

After speaking, the black wolf returned to Fang Xiang's space. Then, with a touch on Fang Xiang's shoulder, they vanished into thin air. Despite the crowd of top experts watching, none could trace their presence or determine where they had gone.    

Once the two disappeared, Ye Changtian frowned at the four emperors before him. "Which one of you informed Chen Xing? No wonder you all reacted this way!"    

The four emperors remained silent, neither denying nor confirming, each lost in their own thoughts.    

Ye Changtian exchanged a few words with the cultivators who had pledged their loyalty earlier, and they quickly left the hall, clearly in a hurry.    

In the crowd, someone chuckled, "Interesting move. I wonder who managed to call Chen Xing back. With him around, that Holy Son might never return..."    

Another person retorted coldly, "You think it's that simple? Just wait for the trouble that comes with wielding power. Luckily, the Holy Son broke the contract, or it would be even worse!"    

"So, what do we do now?"    

"What can we do? That's a celestial realm! Are you going to stop them, or should I? Let Ye Changtian figure it out. If he can't, we'll just have to brace ourselves for being controlled!"    

...    

In the secluded valley, Jiang Fann had been assimilating spiritual strength for three days. Now, the energy he emitted was almost indistinguishable from the inhibition, making him appear like a dark cultivator sitting there.    

Jiang Fann remained unfazed, as everything was still within his control. His own practice of Devil Art had given him a decent resistance to this kind of spiritual strength. Over the past three days, Jiang Fann had been trying to use his spiritual sense to perceive what lay beyond the barrier, but unfortunately, he had no success. The other side remained imperceptible.    

At one point, he attempted to have Lin Zhan enter the formation, but as soon as Lin appeared, he was immediately targeted by the force within the formation. This forced him to retreat, unwilling to take further risks. The mysteries on the other side would have to wait for Jiang Fann to explore gradually with his team.    

Finally, by midday, Jiang Fann's spiritual strength had fully assimilated, and he felt much more at ease. This barrier was indeed much stronger than the previous ones.