Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Fang Yang gazed at the fortune in his mind, his eyes glinting.

"Expand the Black Moon, use the vine as bait, and lure the fish to shore."

Clearly, this meant he could spur the growth of the Black Moon Vine, making a body of water fill with its tendrils, thereby luring out the Black Moon Water Kun.

But as for the "many fishermen" part, that was something worth mulling over!

’In other words, because the [Heart of the Black Moon Water Kun] Sacred Material is so valuable, it will attract the attention of many Cultivators?’

As he repeatedly mulled over the phrase "Best to fly a banner and borrow its strength," Fang Yang had a sudden epiphany.

He realized that the people coveting the Heart of the Black Moon Water Kun would likely even include top-tier prodigies of the Dao Seed Level!

This was only natural. After all, the performance of the ’Monarch of the Hei family,’ Hei Liwu, during the Battle of Xuan Yu had been simply astonishing.

If Sen Yue hadn’t burst onto the scene and suppressed all opposition,

then the person to become the final victor and bear the Hundred-Year Celestial Mandate of the Xuan Region would have, in all likelihood, been Hei Liwu.

After all, Hei Liwu’s Dao of ’Converging Fortune and Power’ was simply too formidable. It faintly exuded the aura of a Yun Dynasty, making it an unforgettable sight.

’Upper-middle fortune: fly a banner and borrow its strength, a thrilling but ultimately safe endeavor, yielding a single Tier Six opportunity...’

’Middle-middle fortune: proceed with caution and discretion, yielding a single Tier Four opportunity...’

’Middle-middle fortune: do not go to the Profound Kun’s Abyssal Return. You will be fine. No risk, no reward...’

When he first obtained the Black Moon Vine Spiritual Object, Fang Yang had vaguely guessed that this trip to expand his opportunities would not be simple.

And sure enough, he was right.

"Fly a banner and borrow its strength..."

Thoughts surfaced one after another in Fang Yang’s mind.

Thanks to his Soul Foundation advancing to become the Thousand Eagle Souls, his thinking speed had increased significantly.

After analyzing the fortune, he immediately understood whose banner he needed to fly.

Not the banner of the Fang Clan, but the banner of Sen Hui—which was to say, the banner of Sen Yue!

And as luck would have it, Qingkong still owed him a favor.

In the end, Fang Yang decided to cash in the favor and ask Qingkong for help, having him provide reinforcement.

He knew Qingkong was still in the Black Moon Great Saint’s legacy grounds, searching for the [Black Moon Illusion Heart Marrow] in preparation for his tribulation to become a Great Saint!

Of course, his greatest banner at present was still Sen Hui.

Therefore, he would write to Sen Hui and state clearly that he would be bringing in Qingkong, using this as a guarantee.

And if Qingkong were to turn hostile and renege on the deal, Fang Yang would seek Sen Hui’s help after returning to the Xuan Yu Heaven-Reaching Pagoda.

Most importantly, he could lose the [Heart of the Black Moon Water Kun], but he had to protect his own life.

Worse comes to worst, he would just ask Sen Hui for help later.

It was just that if he did, he would become even more reliant on the Sen clan and gradually lose his freedom.

"Second Uncle, Sister Min, I just remembered, I have to write a reply to Xiaohui first..." Fang Yang said.

His words took his clan uncle and sister by surprise.

The two of them looked at each other, momentarily speechless.

But in the end, they could only follow Fang Yang’s lead and defer to him.

It was a strange dynamic. Though Fang Yang had the lowest seniority and the weakest cultivation, he was the one leading their three-person team.

...

The Wondrous Realm of the Profound Kun’s Abyssal Return.

A vast, boundless sea, its waters rippling endlessly.

If one hadn’t entered the Underground Palace, no one would have ever discovered that such a wondrous realm lay hidden beneath this vast mountain range.

It could only be said that the methods of a Great Saint were truly extraordinary, their Divine Techniques vast and profound.

And if his uncle from the main branch of the Hei family hadn’t informed him, Yuming would never have been able to pinpoint this location so precisely.

However, Yuming’s current situation was far from optimistic.

Staying beside his cousin, Yuxuan, Yuming felt his heart pound with terror.

But in order not to miss out on the Heart of the Black Moon Water Kun, and without a Black Moon Vine of his own, he could only resort to the Demon Dao tactic of seizing it by force.

That was why he had invited his cousin, Yuxuan, to assist him!

’Brother Xuan wouldn’t just take the Heart of the Black Moon Water Kun for himself, would he? No, he wouldn’t...’

Yuming thought to himself as he lay hidden on a small island.

At that moment, he was silently watching his cousin, Yuxuan, from afar.

Yuxuan was tall and slender, with a handsome and elegant face. Clad in Cyan Battle Armor and holding a porcelain bowl, he looked calm and detached, as if he had no worldly ambitions.

But Yuming knew perfectly well that this cousin of his, a Dao Seed, was a figure of the highest caliber!

Compared to other Dao Seeds like Jiang Venerable Sword and Chen Kui, Yuxuan’s origins were exceedingly humble.

He was an illegitimate son who, from a young age, had lived with his mother in a third-rate tribe known as the "Black Xuan Dog" tribe.

If nothing unexpected had happened, he would have spent his entire life without ever leaving the small Black Xuan Dog tribe.

There were many, many others born of similar accidents.

But his talent for cultivation was simply incredible. As a mere Tier Two Cultivator, he forcibly crossed thousands of miles to find his father and be officially recognized by the clan.

Afterward, he fought endlessly for all manner of resources, hovering on the brink of death multiple times.

Ultimately, he shot to fame overnight, defeating the younger generation of the Yu clan until he was without rival.

He even relied on his own strength to force his way into the ranks of the Dao Seeds, bringing glory to his family and compelling his father to acknowledge his mother’s existence and enter her into the family records.

Under his influence, even the "Black Xuan Dog" tribe leaped from its third-rate status to become a Silver Tribe!

"Little brother Ming, do you think this Cyan Ant Wine is going to fill my cup by itself?" Yuxuan said with a faint smile, his porcelain bowl empty.

Hearing this, Yuming shuddered and quickly trotted over to pour the Cyan Ant Wine into the bowl.

...

A letter, sent via an extremely covert and swift channel, arrived in Sen Hui’s hands.

This letter was from none other than Fang Yang.

At this moment, Sen Hui finished reading the letter.

A smile graced her fair, delicate face.

’It’s decided.’

She would go to the Black Moon Great Saint’s legacy grounds too!

"Xiaohui."

Her older sister, Sen Wei, appeared just in time, blocking Sen Hui’s path to find Elder Hua.

She looked at her dotingly and said, "Are you planning on going to find Fang Yang?"

"Yes, I’m going to the Black Moon Great Saint’s legacy grounds, too."

"Heh, then you don’t need to go. By the time you get there, Fang Yang will likely already be on his way back."

"Huh?"

"Don’t worry, no harm will come to Fang Yang..."

Her sister, Sen Wei, took Sen Hui’s hand and explained slowly.

At present, within the Xuan Yu Blessed Land, the only ones with the power to kill Fang Yang without leaving a trace were the Dao Seeds.

But with Sen Yue around, no matter how formidable those Dao Seeds were, they would not dare kill Fang Yang.

So, as long as Fang Yang didn’t deliberately wander into some great forbidden land, he was in no real danger of losing his life within the Xuan Yu Blessed Land!

「One day and one night later.」

The Black Moon Great Saint’s Legacy Grounds.

Fang Yang was still searching for any trace of Qingkong, but now he held a letter in his hand.

It was Sen Hui’s reply!

Fang Yang lowered his gaze to read. After a moment, he let out a soft chuckle.

Then, a thought occurred to him. Perhaps he should put some effort into something for Sen Hui, like finding her some Spiritual Objects.

At that moment, what felt like a bolt of lightning flashed through his mind.

’Is it because of Sen Hui that the worst possible outcome for this trip is still a middle-middle fortune?!’

That was an astonishing realization.

After all, when exploring a legacy ground, the one thing more dangerous than any perilous landscape or treacherous trap was the human heart.

From this perspective, perhaps Sen Hui was his ultimate safety net on the path to Changsheng!