Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 351: Chapter 343: Big Liar

The Carp Eagle dreamscape.

The Sen clan lineage.

Here, Primordial Qi was abundant, Spiritual Springs gushed forth, and all sorts of colorful mists and rainbows streaked across the sky.

Dense spiritual energy materialized into tangible starlight, brilliant and beckoning.

It formed Cyan Lotuses, Star Gods, or Golden Dragons... The extravagance was absolute.

And at the very core, within the cluster of magnificent palaces, immortal mists shimmered and iridescent light flowed, like a piece of the celestial realm itself.

ROAR—

From beyond the clouds, a Flood Dragon’s cry suddenly rang out.

Everyone heard the sound and looked up.

They saw Fang Yang walking in slowly from the outside, the Ten Thousand Years Peach Wood Sword hanging from his waist.

He wore a black robe, his posture was tall and straight, and his expression was serene.

His entrance was simple, even ordinary.

But for the surrounding Sen clansmen, every single one of them stopped in their tracks, raised their heads, and stared at his figure.

Lately, the atmosphere within the Sen clan lineage had grown heavy and somber.

A large part of the reason was the immense conflict between the Sen matriarch and her daughter, Sen Yuanyuan.

And the source of that conflict was this very man, now walking down the blue-stoned street.

No one had expected him to actually fight his way back from the Desolate Realm.

Moreover, he had come straight to the Sen clan’s residence all by himself!

What kind of courage was this?

"I heard that in the Desolate Realm, he went on a killing spree, even killing the Third Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty."

"Hiss... This kid is terrifying!"

"You can say that again. The Third Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty was a young Great Saint, and he still managed to kill him, crossing cultivation realms to do it."

"That’s right. The obvious truth is that he’s also a young Great Saint!"

"Tch, that’s obvious. But it’s not just that. I bet he might even be on the verge of becoming a Young Venerable."

"For real? He has no one backing him. What does he have that lets him dominate the geniuses of an entire realm?"

"..."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, their gasps of astonishment unending.

Fang Yang’s expression remained calm, unmoved by the clamor around him.

Ahead of him, several Sen clan elders led him forward with cold, expressionless faces.

He knew that because of Qing Rushang, these Sen clan elders were deeply dissatisfied with him.

Many of them probably even wanted to suppress him!

However, the commotion he had caused in the Desolate Realm was far too great.

Aside from a Saint, no one dared claim they could stand against him.

Of course, the menacing Evil Qi that seemed to emanate from him also helped to quell any dissenting voices.

All in all, upon arriving at the Sen clan’s residence this time, he was met with a cold reception, but he wasn’t deliberately given a hard time.

「A quarter of an hour later.」

The Yin Yang Dao Bamboo Sea.

Fang Yang slowly walked into it.

The moment he entered, the divine light in his eyes flared.

Because here, Sen Yuanyuan was nowhere to be found—only Mrs. Sen, Sen Suiliu, and others from the main lineage.

"Sen Yuanyuan isn’t here?"

Doubt crept into Fang Yang’s mind. ’She hasn’t been locked up, has she?’

To be honest, he wasn’t interested in Fang Nian’s regret.

He just wanted to complete the mission quickly and obtain the Tai Chi Yin Yang Diagram Manifestation inheritance.

But he also understood that haste makes waste.

And now, not seeing Sen Yuanyuan, his nerves tensed and he grew vigilant.

"I didn’t expect you to actually fight your way back within two months," Mrs. Sen said, her gaze complex.

Mrs. Sen was beautiful and poised, dressed in a pale green moon-colored dress and wearing a Phoenix Crown, which gave her an intimidating air of majesty.

Next to her was Sen Suiliu, as exquisitely carved as a pink jade sculpture and utterly adorable.

Mrs. Sen’s gaze shifted downward, landing on the Ten Thousand Years Peach Wood Sword at Fang Yang’s waist.

Instantly, her expression turned cold. "The Ten Thousand Years Peach Wood Sword... Heh, are you really that stubborn? Or is my Yuanyuan not good enough for you?"

"I have absolutely no such thought!" Fang Yang’s voice was firm and decisive.

Hearing this, Mrs. Sen sneered relentlessly.

Soon, she began to converse with Fang Yang.

"No such thought? Then what place does that leave my Yuanyuan in?"

"I would take the light of the moon and the rays of the sun to adorn her robes."

"Heh, and what about Miss Ruzhang?"

"Our hearts are one."

"Bastard! You are truly audacious!!"

"And that is why I have come."

"..."

Fang Yang and Mrs. Sen exchanged heated words, their voices like swords and the rules like spears, waging a smokeless war.

The sight made the scalps of the younger generation, like Sen Suiliu, tingle with fear and anxiety.

Mrs. Sen held firm to one point: she could concede, but in return, her daughter Sen Yuanyuan had to be the only one!

Fang Yang, of course, refused. The mission in this dreamscape was to resolve two great regrets.

The slightest misstep would lead to failure, a result he was unwilling to see.

In the end, the two reached a stalemate.

Everything would have to be settled by a show of true strength!

If Fang Yang could truly pass the trials of the Seven-Star Pagoda, there was a chance for everything to turn around.

If not, then at best he would have to choose one of the two.

Whether from the perspective of the Sen clan’s eldest daughter of the direct line or simply from the perspective of her own daughter, Mrs. Sen remained firm: Sen Yuanyuan could only be his principal wife!

’The constraints of rules? A parent’s heart? The reputation of a great family?’ Fang Yang mused.

However, he had actually anticipated a situation like this.

After all, in the beginning, he hadn’t wanted to form a connection with Sen Hui for this very reason.

Only later did Sen Hui slowly find her way into his heart.

...

Just before he was to set out for the Seven-Star Pagoda, Fang Yang finally got to see Sen Yuanyuan.

Sen Yuanyuan was wearing a cyan palace dress, her fine hair dancing lightly, her tall, slender figure moving with grace.

She seemed ethereal and wise, like a fairy descended to the mortal realm—transcendent, refined, and untouched by worldly dust.

At this moment, however, her face was slightly haggard, and her bright eyes showed a hint of weariness. She was a truly pitiable sight.

"You... you’re back..."

Her eyes instantly brightened, the lonely aura around her vanished, and she seemed to come to life, like a figure stepping out of an ink wash painting.

But when she saw the Ten Thousand Years Peach Wood Sword at Fang Yang’s waist, her steps faltered. Her small jog slowed to a walk, and then she stopped.

Fang Yang saw all of this, but he pretended not to.

Fang Yang offered a faint smile. "I’ve come back to fulfill my promise."

"Promise... You big liar, you big liar... *sob sob*..." Sen Yuanyuan’s eyes reddened as tears welled up, all the grievances of the past several days pouring out at once.

Seeing this, Sen Suiliu, who was behind Fang Yang, quickly ran over to hug her older sister, Sen Yuanyuan, and comfort her.

「A quarter of an hour later.」

Fang Yang strode forward.

Under the gazes of Sen Yuanyuan, Mrs. Sen, Sen Suiliu, and the others, he headed straight for the Seven-Star Pagoda.

The Seven-Star Pagoda looked like a colossal tower of purple-gold, with mottled Dao patterns of Nine Netherworld Prison Dogs, Ancient Cyan Lotuses, and pure white immortal cranes visible upon its surface.

The tower was so tall it seemed to connect heaven and earth, giving off a magnificent and imposing aura.

"The Seven-Star Pagoda is not easy to pass," Sen Suiliu said, her expression complicated.

She both hoped Fang Yang would succeed in the challenge and hoped he would fail.

Overall, her greatest hope was that her older sister would not be hurt again.

"He was able to kill the Third Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty, so it’s obvious he has the power of a young Great Saint."

Mrs. Sen’s gaze was profound. "But an ordinary young Great Saint cannot pass through the entire Seven-Star Pagoda."

Sen Yuanyuan said nothing, only watched silently as his figure receded into the distance.

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