"Dad!"
Fang Qing swore that this cry was absolutely sincere; in this life, no, including his previous life, he had never been so earnest.
How could he not be earnest?
Gurgling steam licked at his head, and Fang Qing shivered. Just a few more inches down, and he would be stewed in the boiling pot below.
Fang Qing's smile grew even more eager. He looked up at the burly man, who was like an iron tower beside him, and forced a smile.
The brawny man was over three meters tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with terrifyingly bulging muscles. His scale-like attire revealed glimpses of non-human fur, especially on his head, where a pair of beast horns stood erect.
His emerald green beast eyes stared at Fang Qing, whom he held upside down, and his tone was somber:
"I'll give you one last chance. Tell this Venerable One, who exactly are you?!"
A beast-like aura rushed over him, and Fang Qing's expression froze for a moment, but then returned to normal.
So troublesome, Fang Qing cursed inwardly, carefully searching through the memories he had Fused.
That's right, he was not from this world, but from the 21st-century Blue Star.
He had Transmigrated a few days ago. Fortunately, the memory Fusion was quite complete. He diligently searched for every little detail of his time with his demon father. When he recalled the warm moments, his sense of immersion deepened.
"Dad, I really am your son!" he said, with genuine emotion tinged with a bit of grievance.
Seeing the brawny man hesitate, Fang Qing, who had participated in a drama club for a few days in his previous life, now put on the performance of his life. Striking while the iron was hot, he recounted some trivial yet warm daily memories.
The demon brawny man's arm involuntarily lifted a few inches. His eyes stared at the young one in his hand, and his tone became uncertain:
"He looks like my son, no mistake."
"He smells and feels like him too."
"The memories are completely accurate."
"Even the Soul shows no flaws."
"All the evidence points to you indeed being my son."
Fang Qing couldn't help but feel a little smug. As expected of me.
It seemed he had passed this hurdle.
After the memory Fusion, he learned the information of this world.
This was a Cultivation world, and the brawny man before him was one of the Yao Race's magnates. From this, he deduced that he was a standard second-generation immortal (demon).
Although he had some resentment about not being of the Human Race, these were all minor details.
From now on, he would become the CEO of the Yao Realm, marry a beautiful and wealthy woman, and reach the Peak of his life!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Hey, why haven't you put me down yet..." Something was wrong. Fang Qing suddenly shivered, his hair standing on end.
"Dad!"
"But, this Venerable One's intuition tells me you are not!"
A strong sense of falling.
"Dad, gurgle gurgle."
"Gurgle, gurgle, Dad!"
"Hot~"
Fang Qing struggled desperately in the giant soup pot. The scalding hot water and the suffocating feeling of drowning were like a whirlpool, making him increasingly powerless.
He wanted to scream,
"Gurgle, gurgle."
With his last bit of strength, he looked up out of the pot, meeting those somewhat sorrowful emerald green eyes.
"Although this old man's eyes are dim, he's not so old that he doesn't recognize his own son."
Damn it, am I the first Transmigrator in history to be stewed right after Transmigration?
This thought flashed through Fang Qing's mind, and then he lost consciousness.
Hmm, he was scalded unconscious~
...
Qianyuan Continent, Lingyun Mountain Range, Hehe Sect, Seventh Medicine Valley.
Fang Qing, who was weeding Spirit Medicine, paused.
"Third Parasitic Seed recovered."
"Gained two hundred years of lifespan."
"Gained Yao Demon Bloodline Power, physical body can be strengthened."
"Gained Talent, Niu Mo Change."
Lines of text, visible only to Fang Qing, floated before his eyes.
He was Fang Qing, who had Transmigrated into the body of an immortal sect handyman in this world a year ago.
Fortunately, the Golden Finger that should come with Transmigration was not absent.
The text slowly disappeared, and Fang Qing lowered his head to continue his labor.
In his Sea of Consciousness, a seed glowed brightly.
This was his Golden Finger, its name unknown.
Fang Qing, based on its function, named it the Parasitic Seed.
By absorbing the Spirit of plants, it could split into Clone seeds, parasitizing all things.
The previous demon Clone was a result of this parasitism, possessing a demon cub whose Soul was about to disappear after encountering a calamity.
He had taken over the demon cub's life.
The Clone carried Fang Qing's memories from when he had just Transmigrated, so he thought he was Fang Qing's main body.
It was just a pity that he had fallen so early.
This was originally the most promising of Fang Qing's several Clones.
"Ah, what a pity..." Fang Qing's weeding paused, and he sighed regretfully.
One must know, the better the Clone developed, the richer the harvest it would bring back in the end.
Under his gaze, this mysterious seed slowly rotated. Three satellite-like small seeds revolved around it counter-clockwise.
Looking at one of them, this seed was somewhat damaged.
This was precisely the damaged state of the number three demon Clone seed.
However, it could still be remedied. Fang Qing gently stroked a medicinal herb, and wisps of imperceptible green energy condensed, slowly gathering onto the damaged seed, beginning to repair it.
Seeing this, Fang Qing finally relaxed. This was his foundation in this world, and no mistakes could be made.
His gaze shifted to the second seed, and a segment like a silent movie floated in his mind.
A boy in a Daoist robe was chopping firewood in an Alchemy room. The hard Spirit wood and heavy axe made him pant with every swing. The boy gritted his teeth and persevered, striving to become a reserve Alchemy boy.
"Hmm, not bad, keep it up, myself!"
He then looked at the third satellite seed.
A young man in a tight-fitting outfit knelt at the entrance of a manor.
Above it, a solemn plaque bore four grand characters: Wu Shen Mountain Manor.
Inside the manor, dozens of people exhaled white mist as they practiced martial arts, each punch and kick carrying immense power.
An old man with white hair and a radiant spirit stood on a high platform, his back to the world, not even glancing at the young man kneeling at the entrance.
"Tsk, he's been kneeling for three days and three nights, hasn't he? So persistent," Fang Qing exclaimed.
Seeing his Clones so diligent, he couldn't help but feel re-energized. He picked up his shovel and fiercely dug at a weed in the Spirit field.
With a "creak," the shovel caught on a root, and Fang Qing clutched his waist and lay back down.
"Forget it, I'll continue tomorrow."
His consciousness swept over the images within the seeds. With such effort, how could he not be invincible in the world?
We are all truly strong!
A heroic spirit rose in his chest. Although Fang Qing lay on the ground, his head involuntarily lifted higher.
"Hmph, I, Fang Qing, will ascend step by step to the highest, destined for Immortal Ascension and to become an ancestor, standing proudly in the world."
"All of it relying on my own efforts!"
"Xiao Fangzi, Xiao Fangzi~" A shout came from outside the garden.
Fang Qing jolted, sprang to his feet, and hurried out of the garden.
"Ling Shi, please wait, Xiao Fangzi is coming right away!"
His voice trailed off, his steps urgent.