Beast Taming: I Have an Immortal Mansion

Blood mists the Secret Realm while Fang Qingyuan lounges on the shell of a massive turtle, haggling over ferry prices.

Everyone in the Beast Taming Sect claws their way up by slaughter and risk. Disciples vanish into ruin-strewn realms for a scrap of ore. Young geniuses gamble their lives trying to break ferocious beasts. Elders glare at overflowing bestiaries and speak in hushed tones of looming beast tides.

Fang Qingyuan has something they don’t: an ancient Immortal Mansion hidden in his body like a second world.

He doesn’t charge into danger; he sails a Profound Turtle Beast up and down the great rivers, turning battlefields into business routes. While others cough blood in duels, he feeds the Mansion’s spiritual spring to rows of hallucinogenic vines, then sells their leaves and petals through the Black Market until every shady apothecary depends on his quiet shipments. And when the sect panics over shortages and ravenous beast hordes, he’s already built a Myriad Beast Pasture inside the Mansion, herding, breeding, and stockpiling until feed, mounts, and spirit meat all dance to his prices.

To his peers, he’s a coward and a disgrace. To himself, he’s simply honest: fighting and killing are for fools; staying alive and making money is the only Dao that never betrays you. Cultivation, in his hands, isn’t long hours on cold stone practicing forms—it’s knowing who’s desperate, who’s greedy, and exactly how much they’ll pay.

As the Cultivation Realm drowns in its own bloodlust, Fang Qingyuan moves quietly beneath the surface, building an empire one deal, one beast, one hidden acre of the Immortal Mansion at a time.