Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 293: Chapter 291: In High Spirits

A light rain fell, rustling against the aquatic plants.

A giant, fiery-red eagle soared through heavy, dark clouds, heading straight for the easternmost end of the Four Emblems Mystical Realm.

Standing upon the eagle’s sturdy, broad back were none other than Fang Yang and Sen Hui.

The giant, fiery-red eagle’s entire body blazed with heat. As it soared, it looked like a falling Ancient Star, causing any rain that fell near it to evaporate instantly.

Strangely, however, Fang Yang and Sen Hui seemed completely unaffected by the intense heat.

"SCREEE~"

After flying for the better part of a day, the giant eagle’s eyes suddenly flashed red, and it let out a warning cry.

Upon hearing it, Fang Yang immediately looked down.

In the lake below, he saw packs of completely blue Water-Gathering Tide Lions gathering.

Water-Gathering Tide Lions had hairless bodies dotted with fish scales, shaped like streamlined bullets. Their limbs ended not in sharp claws, but in webbed feet like a frog’s.

This was a large horde of Water-Gathering Tide Lions.

There was one Water-Gathering Tide Lion Ten Thousand Beasts King, three Thousand Beasts Kings, and nearly a hundred more of the lions.

Fang Yang’s eyes lit up at the sight of them.

’Not bad luck at all.’

He smiled and gave his Daoist robes a light flick.

Instantly, nearly a hundred Talismans flew from his sleeves, activating one by one.

He was actually conjuring a Fire Realm with his Talismans!

It was an absolute slaughter. In just a quarter of an hour, he had harvested a great deal of materials.

The horde of Water-Gathering Tide Lions, the horde of Demon Sunflower Plant Spirits, the flock of a thousand Falling Oriole Birds...

Essentially, on his way to Cyan Dragon Lake, he sustained his journey with battle, frantically plundering all kinds of materials.

An ordinary high-grade Tier Four cultivator would be called a genius just for managing to escape from a beast horde.

But with his high-grade Tier Four cultivation, he could slaughter beast hordes at will. This was the terrifying power of a young Great Saint.

It was no wonder that in this Refining Dao Convention, pretty much everyone regarded him as the final boss.

A gentle breeze stirred.

Ripples danced across the water.

Perhaps because he had been delayed by slaughtering the various beast hordes, by the time Fang Yang reached the outskirts of Cyan Dragon Lake, he spotted Minghai Nanyou, Muri Guangyao, and the others.

At that moment, he recalled how they had ganged up to form an alliance during the second round of the assessment.

Their gathering now suggested history might be about to repeat itself.

To prevent any unnecessary complications while Sen Hui was performing Alchemy, he ultimately chose to strike first!

"Ah, it’s Fang Yang! Run!" someone shrieked in terror.

But after Fang Yang unleashed his recently refined "Mountain Spirit Talismans," the world around them instantly grew dim and dark, becoming his domain entirely.

Effortlessly, he routed them, eliminating every last one from the assessment grounds.

At that moment, Minghai Nanyou and Muri Guangyao’s faces were dark and incredibly foul.

One could only say that the departure of people like Hei Liwu and Muri Guang Huang had severely impacted the power dynamics of the Thunder Saint Academy.

Because now, not a single person dared to claim they could definitively defeat Fang Yang.

Fang Yang was an exception!

He appeared to be only thirteenth on the Earth Ranking, but when you factored in his Xuan-Yuan Talisman Treasure, his combat power within the context of the Refining Dao Convention shot straight to the absolute peak of the mortal realm.

Despite his youth, he truly had no business being at the Refining Dao Convention. He should have been heading to the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life, to the [Burying Moon Mountain World Dream Cluster].

...

Cyan Dragon Lake. It stretched as far as the eye could see.

From high above, its shores were lost to the horizon.

Within this great lake were eighty-one small islands.

The islands were scattered like stars, and if their positions were connected, they vaguely formed the shape of a divine dragon coiled in place, like a portrait of a hidden dragon in the abyss!

A pale blue light shone from the sky.

A light snow drifted down, falling with a soft, rustling sound.

Wherever a natural wonder of the world exists, there is a Spirit Vein.

Mountains have their veins, and waters have theirs, too.

And a Spirit Vein is the very place where the fortune of a region converges.

At that moment, Fang Yang lowered his gaze, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

It was his Martial Dao Celestial Eye, a technique he cultivated, at work!

The Martial Dao Celestial Eye could perceive the spiritual nature of all things and also spot opportunities in battle.

A cultivator could use it to perceive the spiritual essence of mountains and rivers, the sun and moon, and lakes and marshes. During a fight, they could also use it to discern the flow of Primordial Qi inside an opponent’s body.

He was now connecting his senses to Cyan Dragon Lake, searching for the main vein.

Finally, he found the island that corresponded to the eye of the divine dragon and set up camp there, establishing it as his base of operations.

Not only that, but he also activated multiple Talismans to create a Talisman Array, all for the sake of Sen Hui’s Alchemy.

"Interesting." Outside the Four Emblems Mystical Realm, Sen Yue’s eyes flashed.

Even he was rather impressed by Fang Yang’s technique for locating the Spirit Vein.

Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint smiled faintly. "Ever since this Refining Dao Convention began, Fang Yang has spared no effort to help Xiaohui. He’s been working tirelessly for her; he’s truly devoted."

Layman Shuqing chimed in, "That’s right. If Fang Yang hadn’t joined in, I’m afraid Xiaohui would have been eliminated in the last round of the assessment, falling behind Caiwei."

When the conversation turned to Fang Yang, even Wine Lion the Great Saint nodded and added, "Fang Yang... he’s not bad."

Perhaps Fang Yang’s methods were indeed a bit too extreme.

His method for dealing with problems was to kill, kill, kill at the slightest provocation, as if he had succumbed to a demonic frenzy.

But in all fairness, if Fang Yang hadn’t cut through the trouble so decisively, how could Sen Hui have focused on her Alchemy in peace?

Besides, if Fang Yang hadn’t been so ruthlessly eliminating contestants, the Refining Dao Convention would probably have dragged on for several more pointless rounds.

"Is that so..."

Sen Yue glanced to the side, lost in thought.

But in his heart, his perception of Fang Yang grew even more peculiar.

The more he looked at Fang Yang, the more familiar he seemed.

It was as if he was seeing another... version of himself?

...

「Cyan Dragon Lake.」

「Dragon’s Eye Island.」

At this moment, Sen Hui was performing Alchemy.

CRACKLE! SNAP!

Inside the Pill Cauldron, all the Spirit Medicines and beast bones pulsed with a thunderous rhythm.

The medicinal ingredients were combining and adjusting themselves, causing the Pill Cauldron to glow with a brilliant light.

Various bone-script symbols occasionally flashed across the Pill Cauldron’s surface; they weren’t inscribed on it, but flowed over it.

In contrast, clouds of black and white mist swirled around Sen Hui—these were the Dao Rhymes of success and failure!

Seeing this, Fang Yang activated his Xuan-Yuan Talisman Treasure, silently channeling power to bolster Sen Hui.

While Sen Hui was performing Alchemy, he had his own business to attend to.

Using his Martial Dao Celestial Eye and the Talisman Array, he had transformed into a master fisherman in the vast expanse of Cyan Dragon Lake.

He was frantically hunting Spirit Turtles, Spirit Fish, and the like, and he was enjoying it immensely.

He was gathering materials for Sen Hui’s Alchemy, while also practicing his own skills.

BOOM—

A pillar of light condensed from lightning plasma shot out from Dragon’s Eye Island, striking the water southeast of its shores.

The next moment, a Swordfish Ten Thousand Beasts King floated to the surface, completely dead.

Instantly, a Flaming Giant Net descended from the sky and scooped up the Swordfish Ten Thousand Beasts King with ease.

Fang Yang smiled to himself. ’With skills like these, it’d be hard to go home empty-handed even if I tried.’

He had to admit, this fishing-esque activity was actually quite fun.

「Three days later.」

CHH!

Lightning crackled around the constantly rumbling Pill Cauldron.

The corners of Sen Hui’s mouth curled upward, her expression one of complete confidence.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before a rich medicinal fragrance filled the air.

The Tier Four Pill was complete!

Sen Hui said, "Ah Yang, I did it."

She was brimming with confidence, her spirits soaring. She was so dazzling she seemed to glow.

The sight left Sen Yue, watching from the outside, somewhat stunned.

’Is this version of Xiaohui really my sensitive, insecure little sister?’ he thought.

She was different, truly different. So much so that she felt like a stranger to him.

"Heh." Sen Yue smiled.

It was a smile from the heart, happy to see his sister’s transformation.

’So it’s true,’ he mused. ’The power of love really can change a person this much.’

But at the same time, he was also reminded of the past affair between Fang Nian and Sen Yuanyuan.

He then gazed at Fang Yang, his expression gradually growing profound.

’No one will be allowed to destroy something so beautiful!’

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