道玄真人 · 范宫诚

Sterling Fan · Dao Xuan Zhenren

Thirty Years of Practice, A Lifetime of Transmission

Who I Am

For thirty years, I have walked through mountains and rivers, faced death, and refined Dao Xuan Gong—a system to help the modern sovereign reclaim their inner power.

I have guided countless souls—from the depths of anxiety and burnout to profound inner stillness, from energy depletion to complete renewal, from confusion to absolute clarity.

One student paid ¥1,000,000 for 10 days. I pulled her back from three suicide attempts. When she offered ¥15,000,000 more, I refused.

Because I am not here to do business.
I am here to transmit the Dao.

My mission: to find 1-3 true disciples and guide them through complete transformation—from sovereign power lost, to sovereign power reclaimed.

If you have gained wealth but lost your energy,
If you have conquered the world but forgotten your crown—
This is your moment of return.

Three Scars, Three Seals

Prologue

My Story, Written in Scars

The world measures a person’s worth by the accolades lining their walls.
But I know—a person’s depth is carved in the scars upon their body.

My story is not an epic of triumph and fame.
It is a real journey—three scars tempered into one Dao Seal.

First Seal

The Mark of Drowning

“The first time the Heavenly Dao let me glimpse both ‘impermanence’ and ‘grace.'”

I was born in an ordinary rural village. At five or six years old, the sky was blue, and my heart was pure.

Until one afternoon after the rain, fate cast me into a water reservoir over three meters deep.
The icy water instantly engulfed me. Above, sunlight danced into unreachable glimmers.
In the chaos of sinking and rising, as breath was torn from my lungs,
a child’s fear of death became real for the first time.

That moment, I brushed against death for the first time.

Yet at my most desperate instant, I felt a mysterious force lifting me upward.
Just then, a passing teacher pulled me back to the world of the living.

People say, “Surviving great danger brings great fortune.”
I didn’t understand then.
But this invisible “mark of drowning” carved the first imprint in my heart:
reverence for life, and the first stirring of curiosity toward that mysterious force.

This was my first awakening.

Second Seal

The Mark on the Forehead

“The way of the warrior—taught me what it means to ‘protect’ and to ‘take responsibility.'”

Youth knows no sorrow. I was born with a natural affinity—friends always at my side.
Together we “roared when we saw injustice.”

To protect my friends, I once fought.
Warm blood, companions’ shouts—vivid as yesterday.
Like a certain famous wizard boy, my life was marked early by a visible scar.
Not on my wrist, but on my forehead.

My forehead was not marked by magic, but etched by “guardianship.”
It reminds me always: true power is to protect the way, not to conquer.

This second “survival against the odds” made me believe even more:
my life, perhaps, has its destined mission.

This was my second awakening.

Third Seal

The Wound of the World

“The way of humanity—let me taste the ‘arising, dwelling, changing, and ceasing,’ and finally find my ‘true self.'”

In my twenties, I plunged into the sea of commerce, dealing in steel.
I saw desire boiling in the furnace fires of factories,
and felt the icy coldness of the business world on midnight docks.
I traveled across China, handling million-yuan orders.
I viewed this as cultivation—for “without wealth, one cannot sustain oneself; without commerce, one cannot build wealth.”

But the commercial world is the truest proving ground of “the human way.”
When the tide of circumstance receded, I witnessed firsthand the impermanence of all things.
More importantly, I realized—to continue “winning” this game,
I would have to do things that violated my conscience.

Wang Yangming taught: “Unity of knowledge and action.”
My conscience told me—some victories cost a price I cannot pay.

So I chose to leave.
The world may wound me, but it cannot stain me.
This “worldly wound” cost me dearly in material terms,
yet it bought me this life’s most precious treasure:
a clear, untainted “original heart” unblemished by fame or profit.

This was my third awakening.

Epilogue

Scars Fade, the Seal Emerges

Bearing the wisdom from these three scars, I began my true “journey home.”

I traveled mountains and rivers, only to discover:
The longest journey is the return to one’s original heart.

I no longer chase outwardly. I went to Beijing, then Hangzhou,
immersing myself in culture, film, capital…
It seemed I was constantly changing tracks,
but in truth, I was using different “mediums”
to validate the one unwavering intention in my heart:
To begin with the end in mind—educating countless beings toward goodness.

Finally, I understood:
all these experiences were merely paving the way for my ultimate “return.”
While the world seeks the Dao outwardly, I finally know—
the Dao is within the heart.

I returned to that most fundamental source—“Dao Xuan Gong.”

I no longer need any external identity.
I am simply a cultivator, a protector of the way.
I no longer need to build a physical sanctuary in deep mountains,
for this entire mortal world is our “Dao Xuan Mirror” of cultivation.
Here, I will create for all souls yearning to return—
a “spiritual pure land,” a “heart’s home”
where inner stillness endures amid the clamor.

I also have my pleasures—I smoke cigars, I drink Moutai.
I am a real person, not some lofty “immortal.”

All my past scars have faded.
Finally, in my heart, they have crystallized into one unique “Dao Seal.”
It is fate’s brand, and the soul’s emblem.
Not a medal, yet weightier than any medal.

This “Dao Seal” is my sole qualification today
to stand here and “teach sovereigns.”
For I understand their “wounds” and “pain” more deeply than anyone.

Everything I do is solely to share the power
I have tempered from my scars—
in that encounter with the “destined ones.”

I never set a price for the ‘Dao.’
I only ask: How much resolve are you willing to invest in your ‘rebirth’?

“It is your cultivation, not my achievement.”

My story is written in scars.
And your story awaits your own hand to inscribe it.

Your scars may burn now.
But they will become your Dao Seal.

Refusing ¥15,000,000

Prologue

The Scale

Fate never weighs you at your strongest.
It waits until your most vulnerable moment,
then places a strange star upon the scale—
to see if you break, or transform.

My weighing came in the winter of 2024.

On one side: my life, burdened with debts,
walking alone through worldly storms.
On the other: a soul I had not yet met—
a queen who had everything, yet whose inner flame had long burned out.

Chapter One

The Covenant: The Price of Rebirth

She was a true “destined one.”
Her eyes—a palace of gold and jade, yet utterly desolate.
I had seen the deepest wealth, and the deepest emptiness.
Her riches were her armor, and her prison.

She came seeking the Dao.
I told her: “The price of this journey is not money.
It is your resolve to be reborn.”

I asked her: What is that resolve worth to you?

Without hesitation: “One million.”

Before I even nodded, the money arrived.
This was not a transaction—it was a soul’s complete entrustment.

I returned ¥10,000, with a note:
“I accept your resolve. This returned sum is a token—
‘one in a hundred’—and my investment in you.
From this moment, we have a covenant.”

Chapter Two

The Crucible: Transformation

On the winter solstice, our journey began
on Shenyu Island, Hainan—
a sanctuary wrapped in lakes and spiritual energy.

I taught her Dao Xuan Gong,
and crafted a path tailored to her weary heart—
a return to the origin.

All I could do was transmit the method and hold the space.
The rest? Only she, through her resolve and practice,
could reignite the flame that had long been extinguished.

No complex theories. No grand speeches.
Just breath. Practice. Inward gazing.
In the sound of waves, she learned to listen to her heartbeat.
In silence, she witnessed the inner storm that had drained her.

“The woman who had stood at death’s door three times—
on the tenth day, she was reborn.”

When she prepared to leave, she was unrecognizable.
In eyes once hollow, a clear and warm flame burned anew.
This was not healing. This was rebirth.

Chapter Three

The Scale: The Choice

As the journey ended, she made an offer:
an additional donation of ¥15,000,000.

In that moment, I felt fate smile,
as if asking: “Do you cultivate the Dao, or pursue profit?”

I knew this sum meant every burden I carried
would vanish in an instant.

Looking into her sincere eyes, I made my choice, calmly.

“I am glad you finally see the priceless value of your own life.
But this transformation was your practice, not my merit.”

I refused the money.

Yet she insisted. She said this was not a transaction,
but a sacred act of gratitude and balance—
a way to affirm the value of her rebirth.

Understanding her heart, I offered a new path:
Let this vast gift become the “Founding Merit”
of my future vision—Dao Xuan Spiritual Realm
and become its “Founding Protector.”

Her plea transformed into profound realization.
She understood: I had opened not just the door to her rebirth,
but a gate to a higher mission.

Epilogue

The Seal: True Wealth

After she departed with deeper reverence,
I remained alone in that stillness.

I felt an unprecedented wealth.

All my past scars, all the burdens I bore—
in that moment of choice, they were refined by the crucible.
They coalesced into a singular, irreplaceable Dao Seal.

This seal belongs not only to me.
It is etched in every soul willing to transform, to be reborn.

This seal is my sole qualification
to stand before the world today
and serve as teacher to sovereigns.

“The crucible burns eternal. It ignites countless flames within countless hearts.
As these flames gather, they become a river of stars.
And Dao Xuan Spiritual Realm shall carry this river,
guiding innumerable souls back to their origin.”

If You Seek the Path of Return

$1,000,000 Private Transmission
10-21 Days of Deep Transformation
Limited to 1-3 Disciples Annually

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