Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

The atmosphere in the courtyard gradually fell silent.

Fang Yang lowered his gaze, staring at the Soul Fish Marrow Spiritual Object for a moment before placing it into his giant storage bag.

Regarding the events of the day, it was impossible for him to say he wasn’t angry.

But in the end, he gradually calmed down.

The peaceful world of his past life had all sorts of dark dealings, to say nothing of this current world, where the hierarchy was even more rigid and harsh.

’Dongfang Xuan, Sen You...’ Fang Yang silently recited the two names in his heart.

This borrowed power and momentum, once it encountered a true mountain, was ultimately impossible to overcome.

This was especially true when that momentum and that mountain shared the same roots. Then, he was even more helpless.

’This is a major reason why I focus on my own cultivation growth instead of trying my best to win Sen Hui’s favor...’

Fang Yang sighed inwardly.

Immediately after, he composed himself, his expression returning to one of tranquil indifference.

He turned and strode toward the inner room.

CREAK—

Pushing the door open, he was met by pairs of concerned eyes.

The eyes of the White Feathered Eagle and the Small Frost Horse, of his two clan uncles and his cousin Fang Xuan, of Lu Yao...

Their gazes were filled with worry for him.

"It’s alright, everyone. Dao Seed Mobai will handle the aftermath," Fang Yang said with a faint smile, reassuring them.

In an instant, a wave of relieved sighs swept through the room.

When Dongfang Mobai had arrived quietly earlier, they didn’t think he was there to condemn Fang Yang, but they couldn’t be certain.

But because they were restricted by the Array, they couldn’t hear the conversation under the peach tree outside the courtyard, which had made them extremely anxious.

The Fang Yang of today carried many burdens and served as the linchpin connecting many people.

Fang Yang was the master of the White Feathered Eagle and the Small Frost Horse, shouldering the responsibility of guiding their growth.

Fang Yang was also the commander followed by Lu Yao and the White Feathered Eagle tribe, a brilliant banner under which the survival of more than four thousand people depended.

Furthermore, Fang Yang was the most outstanding junior of the Fang Clan, with the potential to become a Dao Seed within twenty-nine years, reclaim the Carp Eagle Blessed Land, and right many past wrongs...

Unwittingly, in just over a year, Fang Yang had transformed from a simple Fang disciple into a figure who could not be ignored!

"Fuck, they went too far! Brother, you’re still a third-rank official—" his cousin Fang Xuan said resentfully.

Before he could finish, Seventh Uncle Fang immediately interrupted him. "That’s enough. Since your brother said it’s fine, then it’s fine. Don’t add to his pressure."

Fang Xuan was furious, but weren’t his two clan uncles just as angry?

But there was nothing to be done. The fact that Dongfang Mobai was willing to provide compensation was already quite good.

Ultimately, it was because their Fang Clan wasn’t strong enough. They didn’t even have a single living Saint-level ancestor.

A phoenix without feathers is worse than a chicken.

Over the years, their Fang Clan had experienced such things countless times.

"This must have been hard on you." Second Uncle Fang silently patted Fang Yang’s shoulder.

He hadn’t expected Fang Yang to witness the cruelty of the world so soon.

But life is unpredictable. In the end, his own strength was insufficient; he couldn’t provide a clear sky for Fang Yang.

Afterward, Second Uncle Fang strode away.

His back, already somewhat stooped, seemed to bend even lower.

After Second Uncle Fang left, the others also departed one by one.

In the end, only Fang Yang, the White Feathered Eagle, and the Small Frost Horse remained in the small house.

’Everyone knows that in the Xuan Domain, the Golden Clan is of the highest rank.’

’But no one ever stops to think that even within the Golden Clan, there exists a branch of the lowest rank.’

’But no matter how you look at it, a background like mine is already outstanding.’

’It’s just a small obstacle. I just need to destroy it. No need to overthink things.’

Fang Yang smiled faintly.

He bent down, picked up the Small Frost Horse, and stroked the White Feathered Eagle, feeling quite content.

...

「Late at night.」

The door was tightly shut.

Fang Yang sat cross-legged on the bed.

In his hand, a black carp radiating a soft orange glow floated up and down.

The Soul Fish Marrow.

A faint, fresh scent of mint filled the room.

That’s right. Fang Yang was now planning to refine this Tier Four Spiritual Object.

Not long ago, Fang Yang had asked his two clan uncles about the Soul Fish Marrow, and both had told him he could refine it directly.

’Since ancient times, enslavement and soul have never been separate. A Spiritual Object that can enhance my Soul Foundation...’

Fang Yang stared at the Soul Fish Marrow before him, a bright light flashing in his eyes.

This Guan River Festival had been full of surprises, almost leaving him dizzy.

But thankfully, just as his fortune stick had predicted, the results were all good.

He had gained a great deal from this Guan River Festival.

First, the White Feathered Eagle had successfully undergone a transformation of its Bloodline Power through intense combat, gaining the Umbral Flame.

Even more peculiar was that this Umbral Flame seemed to have a faint connection to the legendary Cold Radiance Flame.

Not only that, but the White Feathered Eagle had truly developed a hint of a king’s aura.

As long as the White Feathered Eagle continued to grow step by step, it could break through its bloodline limitations, advance to the Tier Three realm, and become a Hundred Beasts King!

Second, he had obtained the Electric Python, a subspecies of the Wild Beast Thunder Flood Dragon with formidable Bloodline Power.

With this Fierce Beast, the Electric Python, Fang Yang’s future research into the evolution of the Thunderous Pill Cauldron would be much easier.

Even studying the transformations of lightning would become far, far easier.

At the very least, he could base his evolution on the Electric Python!

Third, there was all the Jar Grass.

The amount of Jar Grass Fang Yang had collected from the Guan River could practically be piled into several small mountains.

For the most part, aside from taking a few items for himself, Fang Yang entrusted the rest to Lu Yao.

Fang Yang had Lu Yao exchange it for Yuan Stones and increase their assets so the White Feathered Eagle tribe could continue to grow stronger.

This way, he, Fang Yang, could continue to grow passively with a clear conscience.

Fourth was the Soul Fish Marrow he now held!

This Spiritual Object was exceedingly rare.

Even if someone else obtained it, they would never trade it away or let it circulate on the market.

Because it involved the ever-mysterious Soul!

’Soul, Soul Dao...’

’Compared to the Dao of Enslavement, I actually want to experience the Mystical Skills of the Soul Dao more.’

’Heh, I’m being greedy.’

Fang Yang’s eyes narrowed as he chuckled softly.

With that thought, he gripped the Soul Fish Marrow and began refining it instantly.

BUZZ...

BUZZ BUZZ...

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ...

In a single instant, a peculiar change occurred in Fang Yang.

He hadn’t used any True Essence, yet he began to float.

He looked down and was instantly amazed.

Because he was currently in a state of Soul Emergence!

His current appearance was extremely strange, completely different from his physical body.

His posture was still ramrod straight and his face handsome, with a head of long, thick white hair that draped down his back like a cape.

And on his back was a pair of wide White Feathered Eagle wings, but they were only skeletons, with no feathers.

’My soul has left my body... I’ve reached the realm of a hundredfold soul, and now possess the ability to command a Hundred Beasts King.’ Fang Yang came to a sudden realization.

At that moment, he finally understood why Dongfang Mobai had shown a hint of reluctance when he gave him the Soul Fish Marrow.

A treasure like this was truly precious.

If Dongfang Moran had taken it, Fang Yang could still have defeated him in a fair fight, but it would have taken much more effort.

At this moment, Fang Yang’s soul returned to his body. He closed his eyes, sensing the profound mysteries within.

A powerful sensation overflowed from the deepest part of his being.

This feeling wasn’t one of physical strength, but of spiritual magnificence.

Whether he was pondering problems or multitasking, he felt a sense of effortless ease.

The mysteries of the Soul Dao were slowly drawing back their curtains for Fang Yang!