Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

The White Feathered Eagle garrison.

The Eagle Nest.

The air filled with screeching eagles and flurrying feathers, a cacophony of sound.

In this environment, Hong Qishang was leading a group of key members from the White Feathered Eagle Tribe in their work.

Some were feeding insect larvae, some were pouring honeyed water, and others were cleaning...

Though these were all relatively simple tasks, one couldn’t handle them without sufficient courage.

This was because these Flying Eagles had been "infected" with a trace of the White Feathered Eagles’ foul temper.

The trouble was, White Feathered Eagles could control their tempers. They knew when to be in "combat mode" and when not to be, so it wasn’t a problem in their daily lives.

But these ordinary Flying Eagles had a hard time telling the difference.

These Flying Eagles would start fights at the drop of a hat, as if they were suffering from post-traumatic stress.

Truly, a weak general makes for a nest of weak soldiers.

From this, you could see the clear difference between having high and low spiritual intelligence.

"Executor, what brings you to the Eagle Nest?" Hong Qishang asked in surprise.

In Hong Qishang’s eyes, Fang Yang had always played the role of a grand mastermind pulling the strings from behind the scenes.

Although Fang Yang had several ventures under his command—the White Feathered Eagle Tribe, two taverns, and a brewery—he generally didn’t focus his personal attention on them.

If Fang Yang wanted something, he would usually just send Lu Yao or Fang Xuan to handle it for him.

And because of Fang Yang’s exceptionally outstanding talent and strength, this method of operating was actually the most stable.

"I just came to have a look. No need to be tense." Fang Yang, dressed in a black robe, stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

Even though Fang Yang said he was just looking, Hong Qishang didn’t take him lightly and walked by his side.

In truth, after building the Eagle Nest and the Bee Hive for Fang Yang, Hong Qishang had discovered that his own fortune was on the rise. His previous string of bad luck had completely vanished.

In other words, he could now shed his status as a nominal guest retainer of the White Feathered Eagle Tribe.

But given Fang Yang’s fiercely powerful momentum in recent years, Hong Qishang suddenly felt that even if he didn’t get close to Fang Yang himself, staying close to the White Feathered Eagle Tribe for the benefits was also an excellent choice.

For instance, at the recent Guan River Festival, Fang Yang’s performance had been so exaggeratedly stunning that it had completely won Hong Qishang over.

While Hong Qishang’s thoughts were wandering, Fang Yang suddenly pointed to a scrawny, chirping Flying Eagle and said, "That skinny one, is it saying it’s hungry?"

Before Hong Qishang could answer, Fang Yang pointed to another Flying Eagle.

One after another, he pointed out Flying Eagles and offered his insights.

"This one is listless and weak. Does it need to go to the mountain cliffs to replace its talons and wings?"

"These two are conversing so intimately. Is this some kind of courtship ritual?"

"Oh? This little one wants to be as majestic and extraordinary as a White Feathered Eagle. Interesting..."

Fang Yang spoke, one observation after another.

It was as if he could perceive the Flying Eagles’ emotions and words, a truly miraculous ability.

Although it was only at a rough level, it was enough to greatly startle the subordinates working there, and even Hong Qishang himself.

Because everything Fang Yang said was basically correct!

"You... you’re not cultivating the path of thunder and fire, nor are you studying the transformations of the Carp Eagle or the Kun Peng. Have you switched to cultivating the Slave Path instead?" Hong Qishang’s tone was hesitant and deeply uncertain.

This miraculous display from Fang Yang was definitely a sign that he had entered the rudiments of the Slave Path.

He might not even be far from the threshold of a Master of the Slave Path!

There are thousands of Great Dao schools in the world, and within each school, there are differences in realms.

These school realms, from lowest to highest, are divided into: None, Ordinary, Master, and so on.

At the Master realm, one develops an intuition for their school’s path.

And right now, the uncanny ability Fang Yang was displaying was incredibly close to the path intuition of the Master realm. This was quite terrifying.

"No, it was just a chance fortunate encounter. So I came to test it out a little."

Fang Yang chuckled and shook his head. "Besides, I’ve only just set foot on the path of cultivation. I’m like a child. Naturally, I wouldn’t be thinking of creating my own Skill that leads directly to the Saint realm."

Hong Qishang thought about it and felt that made sense.

Fang Yang was indeed a champion, but to forge his own path to the Saint realm after only a little over a year of cultivation...

A person like that would either be a fool or possess the bearing of a Venerable One!

Clearly, Fang Yang was neither.

HMMMM... SCREECH...

As the Flying Eagles hummed and screeched, Fang Yang suddenly felt his Soul, which had the form of a man-like White Feathered Eagle, tremble slightly.

Because of this, he was able to perceive the emotions conveyed by the Flying Eagles, which was quite extraordinary.

「Afterward.」

Fang Yang left the Eagle Nest, then went to the Bee Hive and the Cyan Deer Forest Garden.

He wanted to see if he could understand the communications of the Bee Insect Fierce Beasts and the Cyan Deer Fierce Beasts.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t understand either of these two types of Fierce Beasts.

For now, he could only roughly sense the emotions of the Flying Eagle Fierce Beasts.

Even so, Fang Yang was very satisfied. After all, he wasn’t a true Cultivator of the Slave Path.

"Your Eminence."

"By selling off or managing our stock of Jar Grass, I’ve established three new small resource points: a fish pond, a medicine garden, and a bamboo house for raising silkworms."

"Although it requires a large initial investment of Yuan Stones, we can earn it all back in just three months and establish a profitable cycle."

"By then, our White Feathered Eagle Tribe will have three new pillars of support. The entire clan will surely become more prosperous and flourish."

"Ordinary Bronze Tribes will only be able to watch our backs from a distance, filled with envy, jealousy, and hate..."

Lu Yao had strode out quickly, stopping Fang Yang just as he was about to leave the Cyan Deer Forest Garden. Now, she was reporting her work to him, laying out her grand vision for the future.

The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated the mountains, its rays slanting into the Cyan Deer Forest Garden and falling upon Lu Yao’s exquisite figure, making her seem to sparkle and shine dazzlingly.

At this moment, Lu Yao was no longer the lost and helpless little sika deer, pained and confused in her search for her tribesmen.

She had transformed into a gorgeous rose wielding the power of an entire tribe—full of life, but also bristling with dangerous thorns.

"I believe in you," Fang Yang said softly.

His words made Lu Yao tremble all over as if she had been struck by lightning, shaking uncontrollably with excitement.

Suddenly, Fang Yang continued, "I recognize your abilities, but don’t neglect your own cultivation. Without you in the White Feathered Eagle Tribe, I’d be in a lot of trouble."

"Yes!" Lu Yao nodded firmly, a strange light shining in her beautiful eyes.

...

The Medicine Hall Headquarters.

A certain small cottage.

Ever since being stung by Fang Yang’s cold attitude, Chen Ying had left Guan River Cloud Island without a second glance.

’Outrageous.’

’Simply outrageous.’

For the first time, she discovered just how infuriating Fang Yang could be.

And so, she had returned to her cottage, sealed the door shut, and sulked, silently licking her wounds.

Under these circumstances, she knew nothing of the great battle between Fang Yang and Dongfang Moran, let alone the news that Fang Yang had been treated unjustly.

「One day, the dark clouds scattered, and the sun shone brightly.」

Because Chen Ying hadn’t shown her face in a long time, her younger cousin, Chen Qingnian, paid her a personal visit and dragged her outside.

Finally, she stepped out the door.

「A quarter of an hour later.」

"What? Things got that bad for Fang Yang?" Chen Ying cried out, drawing surprised looks from passersby.

"Yes, but he still won in the end. It was incredible," her cousin, Chen Qingnian, replied.

At that moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck Chen Ying’s mind.

Her brain, which had been stagnant and unused for nearly ten days, suddenly began to whirl at high speed.

In just an instant, Chen Ying had pieced together the general situation.

With her sharp intellect, she immediately understood that the one pulling Dongfang Pavilion’s strings was definitely a major figure with the surname Sen!

’In other words, there’s a very high chance that Sen Hui and Fang Yang won’t end up together?!’

When this conclusion formed in her mind, Chen Ying’s long-dormant heart began to race, burning with renewed passion.

She suddenly realized she might still have a chance to join forces with Fang Yang, dominate a region together, and live a life of freedom and joy!

"Sixth Sister, what’s wrong? You’ve been acting strangely all day," her cousin, Chen Qingnian, asked, tilting her head.

At that moment, Chen Ying slowly stood up. Her purple palace-style dress could not conceal her stunning figure.

Her voice was complex as she spoke:

"Once, I was very fond of a divine and handsome Flying Eagle.

This divine Flying Eagle was my absolute favorite.

We dominated regions together, we were kindred spirits, we watched over and protected each other. We spent many wonderful, happy times together.

But a year ago, due to some unforeseen circumstances, we were forced to part ways.

When I saw this divine Flying Eagle again, I discovered he already had a new bond.

And now, that divine Flying Eagle might be about to return to the wilds, but I still can’t forget him. I want to bring him back.

Tell me, do you think I’ll succeed?"

After hearing this, Chen Qingnian felt completely numb.

She naturally knew who Chen Ying’s "Flying Eagle" was.

Who else but the champion of the chosen, the man with the most outstanding talent of his generation, the one most adored by all the young women—Fang Yang!

Chen Qingnian wanted to shake her head, to advise Chen Ying to be more carefree and to stop always looking back at the past.

’At the very least, just don’t get entangled with Fang Yang again.’

’After all, everyone has a bright future ahead of them. It’s best for everyone to look forward.’

But with Chen Ying’s proud disposition, how could she possibly change her mind?

Especially after being constantly outdone by Sen Hui, Chen Qingnian couldn’t tell if her cousin truly couldn’t let go of Fang Yang, or if she just wanted to defeat Sen Hui.

And so, Chen Qingnian replied, "As long as you’re happy."

"As long as I’m happy? Of course I’m happy. I’m ecstatic! Hehehe..." Chen Ying said with a faint smile.