Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 325: Chapter 317: Succumb

A Swordfish Cloud Boat was passing through the world barrier of the Thunder Control Great World.

Inside the Swordfish Cloud Boat, a handsome young man sat quietly.

This handsome young man was none other than Fang Yang.

Fang Yang’s eyes were closed as he recalled the intelligence on his assessment mission’s target: the "Blood-Heart Soul Demon."

The Blood-Heart Soul Demon’s real name was Canglan Year. He was a Tier Five Middle cultivator who majored in the Blood Dao and minored in the Soul Dao, a true veteran Great Demon.

Canglan Year was a talented man!

In his youth, he had been a core member of the Canglan clan, a Bronze Tribe, and had enjoyed extremely high status.

But due to a great upheaval, he was demoted from a core member to an ordinary one and was ostracized by the others.

He cultivated silently and painstakingly, rarely quarreling with others. He was skilled at concealing his true strength, always appearing to have a low cultivation level.

Because of this, he was constantly given the cold shoulder at clan meetings, grand competitions, and other such events.

During one grand competition, he was pushed into a corner. Unable to endure it any longer, he ruthlessly killed the grandson of a certain clan elder.

Relying on the cultivation he had amassed through years of forbearance, he fled while being hunted down, eventually leaping off a cliff and being rescued.

But not long after, he was hunted by his clansmen again and was forced to kill them in self-defense. He then had an epiphany: this world was insane. He decisively abandoned everything and plunged into the Demon Dao.

He actively sought to kill, willingly fell into the Demon Dao, bullied the weak, and fawned over the strong.

Eventually, his cultivation reached a major breakthrough, and he slaughtered the entire Canglan clan in one fell swoop, his kill count incalculable.

Not only that, but he also killed several members of the Murong clan, a Golden Clan. His audacity was simply heaven-defying!

Currently, he has drifted to the northern territories of the Changkong clan, near the Thunderstorm Grand Canyon.

"Ruthless and exceptionally talented."

Fang Yang nodded. "If this were the Desolate Realm, you might have escaped the hunt. But in the Xuan Realm..."

As he spoke, Fang Yang couldn’t help but shake his head slightly.

This world might only have eight great domains, but it had far more than just eight venerables.

In the Xuan Realm, offending a Golden Clan was basically a death sentence.

What’s more, this Canglan Year was a demonic cultivator who had wantonly slaughtered tribes both large and small. He had long been courting death.

Of course, killing was killing. Fang Yang wasn’t one to overthink it.

’Canglan Year, also known as the Blood-Heart Soul Demon, is currently hiding in Yunluo City as the Shopkeeper of Chengxing Restaurant...’

’First, I’ll make a stop at the White Feathered Eagle Bronze Tribe, then I’ll go encircle and kill the Blood-Heart Soul Demon. Second Uncle and Seventh Uncle are the real local experts.’

’After I’m done with official business, I’ll take care of my personal affairs.’

...

「Five days later.」

In the deepest part of the Beast Rushing Mountain Range.

Fang Yang looked down from a high vantage point.

He saw a mountain peak, soaring high and standing tall upon the land.

The peak was imposing, its sides spreading out like a giant White Feathered Eagle unfurling its wings, radiating a powerful aura.

And surrounding this peak were city after interconnected city.

Inside the cities were houses of all sizes, arranged in neat order like the cells of a honeycomb.

’Not tents, but cities.’

’With this kind of strength, it’s no wonder people mistake them for a Silver Tribe instead of a Bronze Tribe.’

Seeing the environment below, Fang Yang couldn’t help but make the connection.

The next moment, he lightly patted his beast-taming pouch.

"SKREEE—"

A piercing eagle’s cry rang out.

The White Feathered Eagle spread its wings and soared wantonly through the clouds.

Fang Yang smiled slightly, then leaped out of the Cloud Boat and landed on the White Feathered Eagle’s massive back.

Sensing Fang Yang’s long-awaited presence, the White Feathered Eagle was overwhelmed with excitement. It beat its wings with even greater force and dove straight toward the White Feathered Eagle tribe below.

BOOM!

A gale slammed into them, sounding like a clap of thunder.

Lu Yao, who was handling administrative affairs in the city center, was startled by the commotion. She quickly walked out of her residence and looked up.

"Is that... Your Eminence?" Lu Yao’s eyes widened in disbelief.

She hadn’t seen Fang Yang in person for several years.

But his cold, aloof figure had always held a firm place in her heart.

In the dead of night, she would sometimes recall their past agreement, even growing afraid that Fang Yang might abandon her.

The more she managed the tribe and the closer she came to power, the more she grew to revere... and become infatuated with its source!

"It really is Ah Yang."

Second Uncle Fang and Seventh Uncle Fang had appeared beside Lu Yao at some point and were also craning their necks to watch the eagle-riding figure in the sky.

They watched Fang Yang with satisfied smiles.

Closer.

He was getting closer.

Ignoring the uproar caused by the White Feathered Eagle’s return, Fang Yang landed directly in front of the residence.

"Second Uncle, Seventh Uncle, Lu Yao," Fang Yang greeted them.

Compared to before, he still wore black robes, his expression was still cold, and his posture was as straight as a spear and sharp as a sword.

The years had not dulled his edge; instead, they had brought out his spirited side, making him appear even more heroic and dashing.

As for Lu Yao, the passage of time had refined her, making her more and more exquisite, like a ripe, juicy peach. Her every move carried a stunning allure.

Lu Yao, who was born with a naturally seductive charm, was now staring at Fang Yang in a daze.

Her foxy eyes were more captivating and soul-stirring than ever.

Her face flushed red, and she couldn’t help but coo, "Your~ Emi~nence~"

Her delicate words carried a bewitching charm.

Hearing this, Fang Yang chuckled and shook his head. "Let’s talk inside. There are some things I need your help with."

While the few of them were talking, a huge commotion erupted within the White Feathered Eagle Bronze Tribe.

The White Feathered Eagle was like a returning king, patrolling the aeries one by one. The flock of eagles, led by the Black Water Eagles, followed behind it, bowing their heads in submission.

Fang Yang was a legend!

And the White Feathered Eagle was a legend in its own right!

「Meanwhile.」

On the outskirts of the Beast Rushing Mountain Range.

Several hours later, the traveling merchant teams also received news of Fang Yang’s return.

"Fang Yang is back?"

The Moon Lady Envoy’s beautiful eyes lit up. ’This feels like a great opportunity.’

Not long ago, she thought that she and Fang Yang were not fated to be, that she wouldn’t be able to make him the Son of Ultimate Bliss.

But she suddenly realized she was wrong, so wrong.

In fact, she and Fang Yang *were* fated to be. If not, why would Fang Yang suddenly appear before her just as she was about to give up?

So, this must be fate!

The Moon Lady Envoy gritted her teeth. ’I’ll try one more time. Just one more time. This time, I’ll go myself.’

At this thought, she pushed out her heavy chest and a confident smile appeared on her face.

She recalled how, back in the day, a mere brief appearance from her was enough to make Muri Shengkai unable to look away, even respectfully calling her "Fairy Sister."

She believed that as long as she could meet Fang Yang, she could definitely make him unable to forget her.

And if, after that, she were "forced" to give her innocent body to Fang Yang, then he would surely fall for her completely!

...

「Three days later.」

Yunluo City.

Accompanied by his Seventh and Second Uncles, Fang Yang entered the city and headed straight for Chengxing Restaurant.

In Fang Yang’s view, having power and influence but not using it was an incredibly irrational act.

Therefore, before the "Blood-Heart Soul Demon" Canglan Year could even notice, a sky-blotting net had already been woven.

Now, all that was left was for Fang Yang to reap the harvest.

The dark clouds in the sky grew heavier, and the night, in turn, grew deeper.

’Something’s wrong.’

On the top floor of Chengxing Restaurant, Canglan Year, who had been dozing lightly, snapped his eyes open and quickly looked out the window.

The next moment, his expression changed drastically.

Outside the window, a grand formation had activated, forming a white sphere of light that completely enveloped Chengxing Restaurant.

A grand formation. A Tier Five grand formation.

’Such a move... I’m afraid only a Golden Clan could deploy something like this so easily.’

"Sigh."

Seventh Uncle Fang let out a sigh. "Why did you have to wake up just to die?"

Fang Yang, however, had a calm expression, exuding the air of a noble young master dressed in black.

He looked ordinary, yet his presence made Canglan Year’s heart tremble violently.

’Death.’

’I’m going to die.’

’I’m going to die.’

’I’m going to die at the hands of these people?!’

A crazed look appeared on Canglan Year’s face.

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