Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

RUSH...

A sound like surging waves echoed as the Dream World shifted and transformed.

When Fang Yang regained consciousness, he discovered that he was no longer at the Thunder Saint Academy, but in the clan territory of the Changkong Clan.

The Changkong Clan was one of the eight great Golden Clans, holding dominion over the southeastern part of the Xuan Domain.

However, no matter how immense a great tree is, not every branch can be equally thick.

"Brother Fang, this place of yours is so run-down."

Sen Suiliu... the young Saint Fan Liu, glanced around, her lips curling in disdain.

Fang Yang followed her gaze and surveyed his surroundings.

To be honest, the Fang Clan’s residence wasn’t all that bad.

It was filled with numerous pavilions, terraces, gazebos, palaces, and courtyards.

From the outside, with their overhanging eaves, upturned roof corners, and gilded bronze tiles, the buildings were exquisite. They were interconnected, forming nested layers of structures.

However, the Primordial Qi in the air hadn’t condensed into a mist, and even the Dao rhythm and spiritual inspiration were sparse and scattered.

The environment here could barely be called a wondrous realm.

But compared to the Sen Clan’s residence, it was a world apart.

Moreover, the Fang Clan’s strongest experts at present were merely three old men, all at Tier Five Peak.

"Run-down..."

A complex look appeared in Fang Yang’s eyes. "Heh, perhaps."

’In the real world, the Fang Clan’s residence is much the same as this place.’

’After all, without a Saint to preside over it, no matter how you try to capture and contain the spiritual inspiration of a place, it will inevitably dissipate over time.’

’If that weren’t the case, that fellow Fang Nian wouldn’t have resorted to trying to deceive Qing Rushang.’

"Suiliu, don’t talk nonsense."

Sen Yuanyuan put on a stern face and lightly smacked her younger sister’s hand.

Her action immediately made her sister, Suiliu, drop her disdainful expression.

But secretly, Sen Suiliu still pouted.

’Such a terrible environment... If my sister really lived here, wouldn’t she be suffering?’

"Mr. Fang, let’s go. We’re going to see the clan elders," Sen Yuanyuan said, looking back with a smile as radiant as a flower.

Afterward, they met with the extremely old elders of the Fang Clan and even entered the Fang Clan Ancestral Hall.

Everything went very smoothly.

The members of the Fang Clan had practically rolled out the red carpet, treating Sen Yuanyuan and Sen Suiliu with the highest possible courtesy.

And it made sense. Due to the great changes in the world, the Fang Clan had fallen into extreme decline.

To be able to form a connection with a direct daughter of the Sen Clan was, without a doubt, a blessing from the heavens.

If they didn’t seize such an opportunity, they would truly regret it forever.

At dusk, the setting sun was the color of blood.

Above the skies of the Fang Clan, an immense, cyan shadow of a Flood Dragon appeared.

And upon the Flood Dragon stood a tall, imposing figure.

At that moment, the utterly bored Sen Suiliu suddenly jumped up and began waving frantically at the sky.

"Third Uncle, I’m here! I’m here!"

Her voice, as crisp and clear as a young phoenix’s cry, rang out, filled with excitement.

The old nanny behind her looked troubled and glanced at Sen Yuanyuan for help, only to see Sen Yuanyuan shake her head helplessly.

At that moment, Sen Yuanyuan looked at Fang Yang with a hint of apology, not having expected her sister to have such a strong negative opinion of the place.

’It’s for the best that we’re going back now. I just hope this hasn’t caused Mr. Fang too much trouble.’

...

RUMBLE—

The Flood Dragon rode the clouds and mist, moving like a bolt of lightning as it traversed the void.

Before Fang Yang could even react, he found himself already at the residence of the Sen Clan.

Here, the Primordial Qi was majestic, Spiritual Springs gushed forth, and all sorts of radiant glows and rainbows stretched across the sky.

The dense spiritual inspiration materialized into tangible starlight that shone brilliantly, forming shapes of Cyan Lotuses, Star Gods, or Golden Dragons... It was the pinnacle of luxury.

The cultivation environment here was incredible, simply incredible.

And in the most central, magnificent palace complex, ethereal mists glowed and streams of light overflowed with color, resembling a land of immortals.

’No wonder Saint Fan Liu looked down on the Fang Clan’s territory and didn’t want Sen Yuanyuan to be with Fang Nian...’ Fang Yang lowered his gaze, marveling inwardly.

’Especially since he knew that in the real world, the Sen Clan was even more prosperous.’

’This made him feel an even greater sense of awe for the power behind people like Sen Hui, Sen Wei, and Sen Yue.’

’Could it be that the Sen Clan inherited a portion of the Thunder Saint Venerable’s legacy?!’

"Mother, did you know? The Fang Clan’s home is so run-down..."

Within a sea of bamboo, Sen Suiliu met Mrs. Sen and immediately ran to her side.

She whispered, recounting everything she had seen and heard.

Mrs. Sen nodded from time to time, offering a few words in response.

During this time, Great Cultivators from the Sen Clan would occasionally flit across the sky, observing Fang Yang with extreme subtlety.

It was as if they were curious to see what kind of man from another clan had captured the heart of their noble young lady.

「A quarter of an hour later.」

Sen Suiliu fell silent, quietly awaiting her mother’s decision.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Sen’s next words were shocking:

"The world has changed. The path of the Great Sun Golden Crow has been severed. This is the will of the heavens, and it cannot be defied.

Fang Nian, you will marry into our family.

After three generations, we will allow your descendants to return to your clan and acknowledge their ancestors!"

BOOM—

Such blunt words struck like a bolt from the blue.

In an instant, the Sen Clan elders who were observing in secret were left utterly dumbfounded.

For a young prodigy, such a thing was nothing short of a supreme humiliation!

At that moment, Sen Yuanyuan’s face filled with anxiety.

Standing behind Fang Yang, she immediately wanted to step forward and defend Mr. Fang.

But she found that she couldn’t move at all!

Suddenly, Sen Yuanyuan’s face turned pale, and she was overcome with despair.

She was terrified that Mr. Fang would fall out with the Sen Clan, that they would part ways and go their separate paths.

A gentle breeze rustled through the sea of bamboo, creating a soft, sighing sound that brought a hint of tranquility to the scene.

Fang Yang lifted his gaze, thinking to himself:

’Does this mean I haven’t successfully cleared the Dream World yet?’

’Right, the biggest challenge in this dream trial is gaining Mrs. Sen’s approval.’

’So now, if I’m not mistaken, this must be the mother-in-law testing her son-in-law’s magnanimity, right?’

’In that case, the answer I give isn’t what’s important. What’s important is satisfying Mrs. Sen.’

’And the key to satisfying Mrs. Sen is actually Sen Yuanyuan.’

’In other words, I can’t put Sen Yuanyuan in a difficult position.’

’To put it another way, Mrs. Sen is testing whether that fellow ’Fang Nian’ is willing to suffer a grievance for Sen Yuanyuan’s sake!’

A sharp glint flashed in Fang Yang’s eyes.

He looked back with a faint smile, giving Sen Yuanyuan a reassuring glance.

Then, he stepped forward, keeping Sen Yuanyuan shielded behind him as if to protect her.

After doing this, he finally said in a deep voice, "The path of the Great Sun Golden Crow being severed doesn’t mean there is no path. Even if there is no path, I will forge one of my own!"

Although it was an ambiguous answer, it was delivered with resounding conviction, revealing his ambition.

Hearing such words, and considering the current state of the Fang Clan, people like Uncle Sen the Third were tempted to laugh.

But looking at Fang Yang’s firm and upright figure, no one actually did.

Better to slight a thousand-year Saint than to bully a poor youth!

Wasn’t this how the Sen Clan’s first Great Saint had risen to prominence?

"A fine sentiment. ’Even if there is no path, I will forge one.’"

Mrs. Sen’s eyes lit up, and she clapped in approval. "Suiliu, go and serve your Brother Fang a cup of tea."

Sen Suiliu: "Huh?"