Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 309: Chapter 307: You Have Courted Death

Star Dream Realm.

Ant-Controlled Ancient City, Anle Square.

At the far end of the square stood a small hut.

PATTER PATTER PATTER...

The sky was dim, and a light drizzle had begun to fall.

Inside the hut, an oil lamp was lit, illuminating a sickbed.

On the sickbed lay a young man. His face was pale, his vital energy weak.

A young woman was bustling about, now changing the young man’s clothes, now applying ointment.

BOOM! A silver serpent of lightning tore through the darkness, revealing the hut’s simple, crude interior.

’Another difficult start...’

The young man—no, it was Fang Yang.

Fang Yang opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling.

Last time, when he had become "Carp Eagle Fang Nian," it had also been a difficult start.

And now, embodying his "ancestor Fang Yuesheng," it was the same.

However...

As he finished processing the information around him, he was utterly astonished.

Right now, he couldn’t be called Fang Yuesheng. He was Qiu Yuesheng, the older brother of the young woman, Qiu Jingyi—though they shared neither the same father nor mother.

It was worth mentioning that Qiu Yuesheng was indeed a member of the Fang Clan of the Changkong tribe, with the blood of the Great Sun Golden Crow flowing in his veins.

However, because his parents had disappeared ten years ago, Qiu Yuesheng had never had the chance to return to the Changkong tribe to be officially recognized by his ancestors.

In other words, Qiu Yuesheng’s name was not yet recorded in the Fang Clan’s official register.

The reason Qiu Yuesheng was now lying in a sickbed was entirely because he had been protecting his younger sister, Qiu Jingyi.

One month ago, Qiu Yuesheng and Qiu Jingyi had participated in the Enlightenment Ceremony held in Ant-Controlled Ancient City for youths of the appropriate age.

At the ceremony, Qiu Yuesheng’s aptitude was found to be of the lowest C-grade, and he failed to awaken a Spirit Body.

Qiu Jingyi, however, achieved Void Perfection and awakened a C-grade Flower Butterfly Spirit Body, marking her as a young prodigy.

But this created a problem. An orphan like Qiu Jingyi was a juicy piece of meat for the picking.

Unsurprisingly, she was targeted and relentlessly harassed by Chen Wenjun, the "evil young master of the Chen family."

Chen Wenjun was a Tier Two Middle Great Cultivator.

This villain possessed a level of power that Qiu Yuesheng and Qiu Jingyi couldn’t possibly resist, to say nothing of the Chen family backing him.

Although constrained by the strict laws of Slave Ant Ancient City, Chen Wenjun didn’t dare to seize Qiu Jingyi openly.

But Chen Wenjun ordered his "evil family servant," Chen Dagou, and others to constantly cause trouble for Qiu Yuesheng and Qiu Jingyi.

Through overt and covert means, they flipped over and ruined the fish stall that Qiu Yuesheng used to support his family.

Two days ago, they had used some pretext to severely injure Qiu Yuesheng, leaving him bedridden.

If this continued, Qiu Yuesheng and Qiu Jingyi would inevitably fail to pay the required Yuan Stones and lose their status as commoners of Ant-Controlled Ancient City.

In the end, the two would be forced to leave the Ancient City in disgrace.

If that happened, Qiu Jingyi would, in all likelihood, be seized by the "evil young master" Chen Wenjun.

Faced with this situation, Qiu Yuesheng had fought back with all his might.

And Qiu Jingyi, for her part, was already prepared to die alongside Qiu Yuesheng...

’Chen Wenjun, you’ve chosen the path to your own death!’

A cold glint flashed in Fang Yang’s eyes, and his killing intent intensified.

He now understood the key to navigating this dream realm:

——He had to protect his childhood sweetheart, "Qiu Jingyi," create a good life for her, and live a long, happy life with her.

It seemed incredibly difficult, but Fang Yang knew the actual challenges weren’t that numerous.

After the trial of the "Carp Eagle Fang Nian" dream, he had gained a great deal of experience in clearing dream stages.

"Brother, you’re awake?!"

CLANG! The bronze basin of clear water fell to the floor.

Qiu Jingyi’s tears turned to a smile as she rushed to Fang Yang’s side and helped him sit up.

Qiu Jingyi was dressed in simple clothes, her slender figure not yet fully developed.

But her eyes were bright, exceptionally bright, like stars.

"It’s okay, I’m okay now."

Fang Yang gently reassured Qiu Jingyi.

Inside his mind, however, he was already outlining one plan after another.

’Chen Wenjun must die!’

’But in my current state, the priority is to recuperate and then rapidly increase my realm and strength.’

’With this family’s finances and my body’s aptitude, I can forget about building a stable foundation. I’ll just have to use the fast-track methods of the Demon Dao!’

’That means I’ll have to use whatever materials I can get my hands on.’

’Therefore, his gaze quickly turned to the arts of Talismans and Pills.’

「Five days later.」

Early in the morning, Fang Yang seized an opportunity. He slipped past the watch of Chen Dagou and his men and quietly made his way to the Nu Yi River.

He carried five Tier One Fireball Talismans and one Tier Two Thunder Arrow Talisman—the source of his confidence for turning the tables.

The Nu Yi River’s waves churned, and Water Beasts appeared frequently.

Although in the real world he had been a prodigy since the day he started on the path of cultivation,

that didn’t mean he didn’t understand how ordinary Cultivators fought.

An ordinary Cultivator’s battle involved meticulously calculating every single sliver of True Essence spent, terrified of running out and dying in the middle of a fight.

He naturally understood this as well.

’This body has C-grade aptitude and only thirty-three percent True Essence. At most, I can only activate three Fireball Talismans.’

’And if I activate the Thunder Arrow Talisman, I’ll be laid up in bed for days.’

’Yuan Stones? Yuan Stones. Yuan Stones!’

Fang Yang lamented inwardly.

Today, he had finally and completely grasped the hardships of an ordinary Cultivator.

It was said that among ordinary Cultivators, a mere five and a half Yuan Stones could sever the bonds of brotherhood.

It seemed this was no exaggeration.

At this moment, he clutched a Fireball Talisman, quietly crouching among the water reeds, waiting for a demon fish to appear.

If it was a Tier One demon fish, he would strike.

If it was a Tier Two member of the Demon Race, he would have to retreat.

The sun climbed high, its light gradually bearing down.

The surrounding air grew hot, and Fang Yang felt a stifling heat envelop his body.

His gaze remained calm. He continued to wait.

SPLASH...

After waiting for nearly an hour, he finally encountered a Tier One demon fish.

The demon fish was shaped like a crucian carp, with red scales on its back and a pair of fangs protruding from its mouth.

The moment the demon fish poked its head out of the water to breathe, Fang Yang’s gaze sharpened, and he instantly activated the Talisman in his hand.

With a hum, a Fireball shot out, slamming directly into the demon fish’s head and blowing it to pieces, scattering blood everywhere.

Seeing the surrounding schools of fish being drawn by the scent of blood, Fang Yang decisively scooped it up with his simple fishing net.

One demon fish, two demon fish, three demon fish...

Fang Yang abandoned the paths of the Thunder Dao School and Fire Dao School, switching directly to cultivating the Blood Dao and Soul Dao schools.

Despite being a Quasi-Master of both Thunder and Fire, thanks to the "Carp Eagle Fang Nian" dream, he actually knew a thing or two about blood and soul arts.

Otherwise, how could he have so easily refined the [Jiaoling Blood Eye] Sacred Material, and how could he possess a ten-thousand-fold Soul Foundation?

Now, he was walking the path of a Demon Dao Cultivator!

He rose ruthlessly, starting from killing and devouring small fish and shrimp, frantically raising his strength.

At times, he was even "forced to act" as a robber-cultivator, left with no choice but to kill for treasure.

In just one month, he had rapidly raised this body’s strength to Tier Two Middle.

However, limited by his aptitude, he found it difficult to advance his realm further and got stuck.

He planned to gather materials to refine a Purifying Pill. The function of the Purifying Pill was to improve a Cultivator’s aptitude.

...

「Meanwhile.」

Fang Yang was also closely monitoring the movements of the "evil young master" Chen Wenjun and the "evil servant" Chen Dagou.

When he learned that Chen Wenjun was going to attend the "River Poetry Gathering" hosted by the Yu family’s sixth miss, his eyes lit up.

’The River Poetry Gathering, a poetry meet held on the Nu Yi River three days from now?’

’In other words, you’ll all be leaving the city?!’

「Three days later.」

At night, the River Poetry Gathering concluded.

The Chen family’s young master, Chen Wenjun, had made a name for himself at the gathering with his impressive attainments in the Dao of Letters, winning the admiration of the Yu family’s sixth miss.

The Chen family’s influence was limited to Anle Square and Qingkang Square, but the Yu family held sway over the entire Ant-Controlled Ancient City, and were known as one of the three great families of the Ancient City.

Thus, the current Chen Wenjun was riding high on his success!

At that moment, the Chen family’s convoy was returning, passing through a mountainous road.

BOOM! KABOOM! RUMBLE!

A series of explosions erupted, blossoming into giant fireworks.

Several nearby mountain peaks were blasted apart simultaneously, soaring into the sky as the Chen family’s convoy was torn to shreds.

Chen Dagou was blown to pieces, and as for Chen Wenjun, he was reduced to a bloody pulp.

The deafening roar immediately attracted the attention of scouts from other families.

「Late at night.」

Anle Square, in the Qiu family’s hut.

Qiu Jingyi was overjoyed. "Brother Sheng, that Chen Dagou and Chen Wenjun are dead! They’re dead!"

"Dead? Yes, they’re both dead." Fang Yang smiled, his eyes narrowed.

Art is an explosion.

It seemed his efforts to refine Talismans whenever he had a spare moment hadn’t been in vain.

Even a young Great Saint like Dongli hadn’t required so much of his effort.

In a way, Chen Wenjun could be proud of that.

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