Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

The White Feathered Eagle’s roost.

Featherfall Roost.

"My Lord, you’re going to be astonished when you see the White Feathered Eagle and its flock of Flying Eagles," Lu Yao said excitedly.

"That’s right, Brother! I think the White Feathered Eagle and its flock could even take you on now!" Fang Xuan immediately chimed in.

Upon hearing this, Seventh Uncle Fang and Hong Qishang, who stood to the side, also looked forward to seeing the surprise on Fang Yang’s face when he saw the White Feathered Eagle.

Accompanied by them, Fang Yang strode forward and soon laid eyes on the White Feathered Eagle.

Ahead of them were eight hut-like eagle nests.

Each one had been meticulously crafted by Hong Qishang, resembling caves on a cliffside and perfectly suited for the flock’s survival.

"SKRAW..." Sensing Fang Yang’s aura, the White Feathered Eagle immediately spread its wings and soared high into the air.

In an instant, a dense, thunderous flapping erupted from the eight nests. The commotion was immense, forming a swirling cloud of black and white in the sky above.

With the other Flying Eagles flocking around it, the White Feathered Eagle acted as the arrowhead of the formation, looking down on the others with exceptional pride!

"Not bad," Fang Yang remarked in admiration. "Hmm... it would be even better if it had a true kingly aura."

Fang Yang had a reason for seeking out the White Feathered Eagle this time—it was related to competing for Jar Grass at the Guan River Festival.

"Brother Hong, I need you to select the ten strongest Flying Eagles to form a special squadron with the White Feathered Eagle. I’m taking them to the Guan River Festival."

Fang Yang added, "...Actually, maybe pick a few more. The Flying Eagles will likely suffer casualties at the Guan River Festival."

Soon, after a careful selection by Hong Qishang, the White Feathered Eagle led ten Tier One Flying Eagles over, the Black Water Eagle among them.

At that moment, Fang Yang stood proudly atop the mountain peak as the White Feathered Eagle and its flock circled above, awaiting his summons.

’Slave Spirit Skill, activate!’ Fang Yang commanded in his mind.

The *Slave Spirit Skill* was a magical art of the Slave Path, inherited from the Carp Eagle. Fang Yang had used it before to tame both the White Feathered Eagle and the Small Frost Horse.

But besides its use in taming Pet Beasts, the *Slave Spirit Skill* also possessed a method to forcibly extract the life essence and potential of Pet and Slave Beasts, causing their combat power to surge.

Fang Yang formed a Magic Seal, and a ball of light shaped like a blood-red skiff rapidly materialized within his Void Acupoint True Essence Sea, consuming a full ten percent of his True Essence reserves.

The next moment, this skiff-shaped ball of light empowered the White Feathered Eagle and the others in the flock.

Instantly, the Flying Eagles’ eyes turned blood-red, and they grew agitated and restless. Faint wisps of black light even appeared along the edges of their wings.

’Fire Eagle Illusion, go,’ Fang Yang commanded again, sending the Fire Eagle Illusion to empower the White Feathered Eagle.

"SKREEEE—" At that moment, the White Feathered Eagle’s body swelled dramatically, becoming even more terrifying. Its aura surged, approaching that of a high-level Tier Two Fierce Beast.

The group standing behind Fang Yang watched this, utterly astonished.

Among them, both Second Uncle Fang and Seventh Uncle Fang wore looks of gratified pride.

"Truly incredible. In its current state, the White Feathered Eagle is more than capable of dominating the Tier One Pet Beast competition," Hong Qishang exclaimed in admiration.

As someone on the verge of becoming a Master of the Slave Path, he made his judgment instantly.

Hong Qishang greatly anticipated the upcoming Guan River Festival, eager to see how brilliantly the White Feathered Eagle would shine!

...

"Fang Yang is participating in the Guan River Festival too?!"

When news spread that Fang Yang would be attending the Guan River Festival, it instantly sent the various young prodigies into an uproar.

They were all convinced of Fang Yang’s immense and overwhelming combat prowess.

Furthermore, during his duel with Qing Mang, Fang Yang had faintly given the impression that he was still holding back, which shocked everyone all the more.

Many believed that if Sen Wei of the Cyan Lotus Saint Body didn’t make a move, Fang Yang would truly be invincible among his peers!

But...

Just because Fang Yang could dominate the prodigies of his generation didn’t mean the White Feathered Eagle could dominate the Pet Beasts of its generation.

Although during the final arena match of the grand tournament, the White Feathered Eagle had somehow made a sudden comeback against the Electric Python.

Everyone believed that while the White Feathered Eagle might get the better of the Electric Python once, or perhaps even twice, a third time was out of the question.

This was because the closer a Fierce Beast got to the Saint realm, the more profound the mysteries of their Bloodline Power became.

At Low Tiers, Bloodline Power had yet to manifest, but it was a different story for High Tiers!

If the competition was based solely on Slave Path cultivation and their Pet and Slave Beasts, they believed they had a real shot at toppling Fang Yang from his throne!

’Fang Yang is being so foolish.’

’Countless young prodigies want to use him as a stepping stone to make a name for themselves.’

’Defeating the White Feathered Eagle means instant fame, which leads to more resources and a higher status.’

’There’s no harm in losing, but a massive reward for winning. Fang Yang has become a walking treasure chest, and everyone is flocking to him!’

’This is a gift from the heavens! How could a mere White Feathered Eagle possibly defeat my precious?’

On that day, countless young prodigies changed their cultivation plans.

One after another, they headed for Guan River Cloud Island. A storm was gathering.

The young prodigies of the Changkong race included Chen Xing, Le Shiyu, Li Yang, Lin Tianxue, and Qing Mang.

The young prodigies of the Dongfang Race included Zeng Long, Cheng Ningjin, Luo Xiyue, and Mo Ran.

They would all hunt Fang Yang to make a name for themselves!

Dongfang Moran, the leader of the Dongfang Race’s younger generation, was the same age as Fang Yang.

Although Dongfang Moran did not possess a Sacred Body, he had an incredibly powerful Grade-A Spirit Body—the Nian He Spirit Body—and was an exceptionally rare Wisdom Dao Cultivator.

However, as Dongfang Moran was on the verge of breaking through to the Tier Two Middle realm, he did not immediately rush to Guan River Cloud Island.

「Snowfall Cloud Island.」

A sea of magma.

Zhang Ye and his Pet Beast, the Molten Crocodile, were here, continuing to practice their killing techniques.

On the shore, his younger cousin Zhang Le couldn’t help but ask, "Brother, are you really not going to the Guan River Festival? Not going to join forces with Luo Xiyue and Qing Mang to hunt Fang Yang?"

The Molten Crocodile roared, and the sea of fire churned.

Endless streams of lava washed over Zhang Ye’s body, making him appear even taller and more formidable.

At that moment, Zhang Ye’s calm voice drifted over:

"I will go to the Guan River Festival to temper myself and seek opportunities.

But I will not contend with Fang Yang. If we end up in the same place, I will retreat without a moment’s hesitation.

You all think the White Feathered Eagle is nothing special, but in truth, that bird is miraculous. It could kill my Molten Crocodile, at the very least.

It’s not that Luo Xiyue, Qing Mang, and the others are hunting Fang Yang. It’s that Fang Yang is using their Pet Beasts as whetstones to trigger the White Feathered Eagle’s metamorphosis!

The racial limit of a White Feathered Eagle is Tier Two Peak, but Fang Yang’s is like a War God, growing stronger with every battle.

That White Feathered Eagle’s limit is by no means Tier Two Peak..."

On the shore, Zhang Le was stunned, his face a mask of disbelief.

He opened his mouth, about to retort.

But when he thought of his cousin Zhang Ye’s valor, and of Fang Yang’s cold, imposing figure, he found himself inexplicably believing his brother’s words.

And so, an expression of schadenfreude gradually spread across his face.

’You lot think you can hunt Fang Yang?’

’The only one who can ever stand against Fang Yang is my Brother Ye!’

A sense of pride swelled in Zhang Le’s heart.