Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

A dual-path master!

The news that Fang Yang and Sen Wei were both dual-path masters spread like a storm, sweeping through every corner of the Xuan Yu Blessed Land.

Both were far too young, like children on the path of cultivation, yet the achievements they had attained were incredibly striking.

After all, even a Great Cultivator like Chang Ruhui—highly sought after by the likes of Fang Xuan and Hong Qishang and regarded as a supreme authority—was merely a master in his path of enslavement.

So now, how much more intensely would dual-path masters like Fang Yang and Sen Wei be pursued?

Some rejoiced while others worried, and everyone had a different opinion.

Considering Sen Wei’s status and the fame her talent had earned her since childhood, everyone could reluctantly accept her achievement.

But Fang Yang’s meteoric rise was another matter entirely. It had undeniably caused a massive uproar!

"Although Fang Yang is a scion of the Changkong Race, he comes from the Fang Clan. That branch is in utter decline; forget a Saint, they don’t even have a single Dao Seed prodigy."

"Exactly. It’s hard to imagine how he managed to come so far. When you really think about it, his talent must be astounding."

"True, Fang Yang found himself a powerful backer, but the Sen family also hit the jackpot. That Fang Yang... he’s incredible."

"Either way, Fang Yang is already becoming a force to be reckoned with. Once he sets foot in the Thunder Saint Academy, he’s bound to shine even more brilliantly!"

"Hiss... If you think about it, doesn’t this mean the Changkong Race will still dominate the Xuan Yu Battle a hundred years from now...?"

Some among the Dongfang Race and Minghai Race whispered amongst themselves.

Sen Wei’s existence alone was already a great source of worry for them.

Now, with Fang Yang beginning to show his true potential, it sent shivers down their spines.

With the two of them working together, how could anyone stand against them? How could they ever be suppressed?

"Fang Yang could be a Great Saint in his youth... At the very least, if he continues to develop steadily, he’s almost guaranteed to reach the Saint realm!"

Sentiments like these spread throughout the Xuan Yu Blessed Land.

Fang Yang already had a considerable reputation, and after the events of the Young Dragon Tea Party, he became even more of a dazzling figure.

In the land of Old Man White Eagle’s inheritance.

When the Demonic Thought Zhang Chi, Zhang Ye, and the others heard the news, their expressions were all different.

They all knew that as long as Fang Yang was alive, the struggle between their clans would end with the Fang on top and the Zhang on the bottom.

’A dual-path master... He’s even more talented than Fang Nian.’ The Demonic Thought Zhang Chi’s face was savage, his features twisted beyond recognition by jealousy and hatred.

’I’ve lost my chance to possess Fang Yang,’ he realized.

Zhang Ye’s heart sank, but his gaze remained resolute. ’Have I still not caught up to Fang Yang? No, I can’t give up. Besides, my most urgent task right now is to deal with this Demonic Thought, wherever it came from.’

At that moment, Zhang Ye had already resolved to deal with the Demonic Thought, Zhang Chi.

He knew it was highly likely to throw his cousin Zhang Le’s sea of consciousness into Chaos. At best, his cousin would become an imbecile; at worst, he would die.

But there was no other choice. It was something he had to do.

...

The crimson sun was rising, its dawn rays piercing the clouds and mist to scatter light across the land.

Ancient pines stood tall upon the mountain, and clear waterfalls cascaded down the ravines, painting an exceedingly tranquil and harmonious picture.

The morning mountain air was a bit chilly, but the Small Frost Horse ran freely, its hooves blazing with white flames.

Fang Yang followed, strolling along and watching it in silence.

Before he knew it, he had followed the Small Frost Horse to the banks of Peach Creek.

Peach Creek was a very famous river in the area, known for the neat rows of peach trees planted along its banks.

Many young couples chose this very spot to confess their feelings.

Especially now, as it was the perfect time for the peach blossoms to bloom!

At this moment, Fang Yang was strolling along the bank of Peach Creek.

Suddenly, his steps faltered, and he stared with some surprise at the slender figure on the opposite bank.

Chen Ying!

Chen Ying was dressed in a purple palace-style gown. She was tall, with a beautiful face.

When Fang Yang noticed her, she also noticed him.

GURGLE...

The river continued to rush on. A breeze blew in from the water, causing pink petals to rain down from the peach trees and dance in the air.

This sudden reunion was clearly a surprise to them both.

They met each other’s gaze for a moment before Fang Yang subtly looked away. He gave a slight nod. "Long time no see. Here to admire the blossoms?"

Chen Ying offered a faint smile at his greeting. "Something called to me, so I came to see the blossoms. I didn’t expect to see you. I suppose my luck is quite good..."

Separated by the river on opposite banks, they exchanged a perfectly ordinary greeting.

The Small Frost Horse, seeming not to understand, glanced back at the two of them before gently starting forward again.

Fang Yang took this as his cue to move, following the Small Frost Horse.

To his surprise, however, Chen Ying also started walking. She didn’t cross the river, but she kept pace with him from the other side.

They were walking in parallel, one on each side of the river.

Fang Yang lowered his gaze to the fallen blossoms floating on the current and sighed internally.

’Sigh...’

’Maybe I’m being melodramatic, but this is getting weirder and weirder. How did Chen Ying turn out like this?’

’Can I really use her to obtain the Tai Chi Yin Yang Diagram vision from the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life...?’

To be honest, after his experience in the bloodline dreamscape, Fang Yang had come to many new understandings.

As he watched Chen Ying’s reflection in the water, it inexplicably began to blur, slowly morphing into the face of another, more vivacious woman.

Qing Rushang!

He saw a shadow of Qing Rushang in Chen Ying!

And so, his thoughts immediately turned to the history between Qing Rushang and Fang Nian.

Even though the clan elders had done their best to whitewash the history of that scoundrel Fang Nian, using clever words to invent a glorious past for him.

But having read widely in the archives, Fang Yang knew the objective truth: that scoundrel Fang Nian’s romantic entanglements were never happy ones. They all began in brilliance and ended in desolation.

WHOOSH~

A gentle breeze rose, sending the pink petals swirling over the river’s surface.

By now, Fang Yang and Chen Ying had been walking along opposite banks for some time.

And it was at this very moment that Fang Yang and Chen Ying suddenly raised their heads and looked forward.

Beneath an ancient peach tree up ahead stood a graceful silhouette, a beautiful and charming young woman.

Sen Hui!

Sen Hui was dressed in a light blue palace-style gown. With her bright eyes and pearly teeth, she exuded an air of gentle elegance.

As she watched him, Fang Yang felt an unprecedented and inexplicable pang of guilt.

It was unbelievable, but it happened all the same.

"Ah Yang, I finally found you." Sen Hui’s smile was radiant. Her delicate hand took Fang Yang’s, and she intertwined their fingers tightly.

She glanced back at Chen Ying on the other side of the river and gave a gentle, placid nod.

Then, as the Small Frost Horse ambled on, she continued walking with Fang Yang.

On the opposite bank, Chen Ying bit her lip and forced herself to keep walking for a short distance.

But eventually, she stopped. Silently, she raised her head, watching as the figures of Fang Yang and Sen Hui receded into the distance. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Petals filled the sky, and the river rushed on with a gentle murmur.

Beneath the peach trees, a kaleidoscope of fallen petals fluttered down. A goddess had descended, an Immortal King had arrived.

(To be continued...)