Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

To outsiders, Fang Yang’s temperament might have seemed arrogant, aloof, and difficult to get along with.

But Fang Yang knew deep down that he did not have the mindset of the Demon Dao, who would slaughter the innocent and commit evil.

On the contrary, he felt he was fairly reasonable in how he handled people and matters, not so extreme.

Even with someone like Zhang Ye, who was so at odds with him, he never thought he absolutely had to kill him.

He knew that his conflict with Zhang Ye was really a rivalry between their respective factions. Because of this, his killing intent toward Zhang Ye wasn’t particularly strong.

But when it came to Qingluo, Fang Yang felt an urgent need to eliminate him and be done with it.

Because Qingluo was obstructing his path to Changsheng.

His path to Changsheng, to becoming an Immortal Ancestor—whoever dared block it would have to face the point of his spear!

At this moment, as Fang Yang stared at the [Seek Fortune, Avoid Misfortune] orb of light in his mind, a cold, sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

’So you love intercepting the missions I pick, do you? Then you can go to hell and keep intercepting them there.’

Yunling Swamp, an opportunity can be obtained...

Behind the main army, no disaster or hardship...

Snow Frost Mountain Range, certain death...

After analyzing the prophecies, Fang Yang had already decided on a basic plan: to use a calamity to kill Qingluo.

This time, he would undoubtedly eliminate Qingluo without getting his own hands dirty.

Of course, if Qingluo didn’t fall for it, the worst that would happen was that Fang Yang would have to abandon this one mission and pay a penalty of three minor merits afterward.

The White Feathered Eagle tribe already had four minor merits, so delaying a mission for a day was acceptable.

"Lu Yao, come here..." Fang Yang summoned Lu Yao and had her filter for suitable missions around the Snow Frost Mountain Range, as well as prepare supplies.

Hearing this, Lu Yao was startled and wanted to advise Fang Yang against it.

The Snow Frost Mountain Range had long since become a frontline battlefield. For their small White Feathered Eagle tribe to go there, wouldn’t they just be serving themselves up on a platter?

In the end, however, Lu Yao quickly suppressed the urge to dissuade him.

After all, the true commander of the White Feathered Eagle tribe was Fang Yang.

’Besides, given Fang Yang’s special relationship with Sen Yue, maybe he knows some inside information?’

Coincidentally, Qingluo was thinking the same thing.

Qingluo was another one of those clever people, like Lu Yao, who thought one step ahead.

Just as he had done before, Qingluo used his advantage in battle merits to snatch up basically all the ordinary group missions in the Snow Frost Mountain Range area.

In other words, it was now impossible for Fang Yang to lead the White Feathered Eagle tribe through the Snow Frost Mountain Range to earn minor merits.

"Fang Yang, as long as I’m around, you will forever be blocked by me, never to have your day in the sun!" A smug smile played on Qingluo’s lips; he was incredibly pleased with himself.

Seeing this, Qingmang, who was standing to the side, only sighed softly and did not stop Qingluo.

In truth, Qingmang was somewhat disgusted by Qingluo’s recent actions.

’So what if Sen Wei and Sen Hui have impressive family backgrounds?’

’We martial practitioners must ultimately rely on our own skills. How can we be so preoccupied with chasing fame and fortune?’

But just as Qingluo had said, different people walk different paths. Perhaps the destination is the same, but the journey is very different.

’The Snow Frost Mountain Range is extremely dangerous, but with Elder Shan’s protection, as long as no one at the Dao Seed Level makes a move, Ah Luo will absolutely not be in any danger.’ Qingmang stood with one hand behind his back, gazing into the distance as Qingluo left.

Ahead, Qingluo led his tribe away at a quick pace, looking completely carefree and relaxed.

「Meanwhile.」

Fang Yang once again led Lu Yao to accept a mission.

When Fang Yang learned that his mission had been snatched by Qingluo yet again, he took a deep breath, as if suppressing a profound anger.

After all, having his mission stolen again and again would ignite a fire in anyone’s heart.

In an instant, Fang Yang’s expression returned to one of cold indifference, as if he hadn’t been angry at all.

But Lu Yao, standing beside him, knew this was just a sign of how deep and inscrutable Fang Yang was.

’Fang Yang must absolutely hate Qingluo to death!’

Seeing Fang Yang adjust his mentality so quickly, Second Uncle Fang couldn’t help but nod in approval.

At the same time, Second Uncle Fang decided that after Qingluo returned, he would go have a talk with the elders of the Qing family, because Qingluo had truly gone too far.

"Lu Yao, take a look at the Yunling Swamp area..." Fang Yang commanded.

He had Lu Yao abandon the Snow Frost Mountain Range and instead choose a mission in the Yunling Swamp area.

"Yes, Your Honor." Lu Yao quickly put on a show of working diligently, not daring to pause for a moment.

Seeing Lu Yao’s posture, Fang Yang’s face remained impassive, but inwardly he was extremely pleased.

He wasn’t about to start humming a tune, but he felt a sense of secret delight.

It wasn’t just about holding the lives of Lu Yao and the rest of the White Feathered Eagle tribe in his hands; it was also because Qingluo had actually gone and rushed off to the Snow Frost Mountain Range!

In an instant, Fang Yang wiped that emotion away and began to focus his mind on the business at hand.

「Half an hour later.」

Fang Yang set out for Yunling Swamp with his people.

He was going to complete a daily mission, but also to obtain the Tier Three opportunity mentioned in his mid-to-high-grade fortune.

...

The White Feathered Eagle let out a long cry as it flew rapidly upward through the waterfall, looking utterly battered.

A damp breeze blew gently toward the mountain pavilion, causing the Small Frost Horse to look on in shock.

Never mind the Small Frost Horse; even Seventh Uncle Fang felt the White Feathered Eagle was training too hard.

"Ah Yang, you asked me to supervise the White Feathered Eagle’s training and help it grow up faster."

"But the truth is, its desire to become stronger far exceeds what you or I could imagine."

"All I can do now is wait for it to be unable to hold on any longer and then take it back to recover."

Seventh Uncle Fang clicked his tongue in amazement.

Part of the reason the Celestial Eagle Cross Spear’s killing move couldn’t be fully executed was that the White Feathered Eagle was unable to bear the power of the Fire Eagle Illusion.

Therefore, for the past few days, Fang Yang had left the White Feathered Eagle at their encampment, entrusting its care to Seventh Uncle Fang instead of taking it with him on missions.

His main goal was still for the White Feathered Eagle to mature more quickly.

Perhaps because this was the first time it had been separated from Fang Yang, the White Feathered Eagle felt that Fang Yang was about to set it aside and ignore it.

This sign of being left behind terrified the White Feathered Eagle.

It didn’t want to drag Fang Yang down, and it certainly didn’t want to be abandoned by him!

And so, the first thing the White Feathered Eagle did every day after waking up was to train on its own—a crazed, almost self-destructive training regimen.

If Seventh Uncle Fang hadn’t been watching over it, it probably would have ended up crippled, or worse, swallowed by the waterfall and killed.

Facing life-and-death crises multiple times without fear—such courage deeply shook the Small Frost Horse.

Because of this, the Small Frost Horse’s respect for the White Feathered Eagle grew.

And Seventh Uncle Fang found it even more incredible.

Because Seventh Uncle Fang actually knew something about the eagle-taming arts of the Carp Eagle Saint, a.k.a. Ancestor Fang Nian.

The taming arts alone could never make the White Feathered Eagle go to such lengths for Fang Yang!

"Ah Yang, a partner to whom you can entrust your life is a rare find. You must treat the White Feathered Eagle well," Seventh Uncle Fang said, his heart filled with emotion.

And beneath the cascade, the White Feathered Eagle was still beating its wings.

RUMBLE—

The cascading water crashed down with immense force, constantly battering the White Feathered Eagle’s body. The higher it flew, the more difficult it became, until its entire body was red and swollen.

The White Feathered Eagle was clearly overexerted and completely exhausted.

Yet the White Feathered Eagle gritted its teeth and persevered, its wings trembling as it flapped, flying upward inch by inch as if trying to lift the torrent itself and surge against the current.

Its strength might not be great enough, and its potential might not be outstanding, but the willpower it displayed was enough to move and deeply shake even the worldly and experienced Seventh Uncle Fang.

’If Fang Xuan had even a third of the White Feathered Eagle’s willpower, how could he possibly fail to achieve the Great Dao?’