Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 357: Chapter 349: Nurturing?

Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life.

Star Sword Villa.

Star Sword Villa was not a main branch like the Purple Cloud Villa or the Twin Poles Villa.

It was merely a minor offshoot of the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life, one that had been quiet for a long time.

This Daoist villa had not produced a single Great Saint in tens of thousands of years!

But regardless, it was still a part of the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life.

Therefore, its gates were still insurmountably high for ordinary Cultivators.

And Fang Yang’s cousin—Fang Xuan—was cultivating here.

The sky was clear and the air was crisp.

The sun shone brightly.

On this day, the Star Sword Villa was summoning its disciples.

The main event was the Mansion Master of Star Sword Villa, the Star Sword Saint, selecting a few outstanding disciples to go to the Inheritance Grotto Heaven and receive an inheritance.

"Yu Le."

"Yu Yin."

"Yu Shang..."

Several disciples stepped out from the crowd and came before the Star Sword Saint.

The remaining disciples watched, all filled with envy.

Among them was Fang Xuan.

"...Yu Xuan."

Yu Xuan was Fang Xuan’s Daoist name.

He was now an ordained Daoist.

When Fang Xuan first heard his Daoist name, he thought he had misheard and didn’t react.

It wasn’t just him; even the disciples standing beside him failed to react in time.

"Yu Xuan!"

The Star Sword Saint called out again.

This time, his voice was louder.

And so, everyone knew that the Star Sword Saint was indeed calling for Fang Xuan.

At that moment, the crowd wore varied expressions.

Some were shocked, some were stunned, and some were lost in thought.

To be fair, Fang Xuan’s current performance was enough to earn him the title of a genius among his peers.

But among the disciples who could enter the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life, who wasn’t a genius of their generation?

Based on Fang Xuan’s aptitude, he shouldn’t have been among this batch of disciples chosen to receive the Grotto Heaven’s inheritance.

And yet, that was the reality of the situation.

"Your disciple is here." Fang Xuan’s body trembled, a faint look of joy appearing on his face.

He stepped forward, quickly approaching the Star Sword Saint.

The Star Sword Saint looked at him, smiling and nodding.

Fang Xuan had a clean background and was Fang Yang’s cousin. And Fang Yang could now be considered the head of his clan!

Once Fang Yang fully matured, Fang Xuan might just be able to ride his coattails, soar to new heights, and give back to the Star Sword Villa.

Of course, this was just a speculative move.

That was why the Star Sword Saint was willing to give Fang Xuan a chance because of Fang Yang.

’Given the Mansion Master’s temperament, it’s unlikely he’d show me special favor at a time like this.’

Fang Xuan’s thoughts raced. ’So, he’s seen my cousin’s outstanding performance and wants to see if I have any untapped potential?!’

Fang Xuan hadn’t wasted these past years; he had been tempered by experience from an early age.

Considering the major recent changes, he quickly arrived at the answer.

If he wasn’t mistaken, he was basking in the light of his cousin, Fang Yang!

’I’m not as good as my cousin, or even Sister Min and Uncle Haozhi, but I have my own strengths too.’

At this thought, the corners of Fang Xuan’s eyes crinkled in a smile.

He couldn’t be a peerless prodigy like Fang Yang, the progenitor of a clan branch.

But he could center his actions around Fang Yang.

He wanted to contribute to the Fang Clan, to strengthen the foundations of its prestige.

For example, he could establish roots in the Star Sword Villa.

He could build a branch belonging to the Fang Clan within the Star Sword Villa, allowing more of the Fang scions to receive adequate training!

Perhaps one day, under Fang Yang’s leadership, their generation, working together, could even make the Fang Clan rival the Sen Clan!!

’How did my thoughts wander here...?’

’Heh, no wonder there are so many conflicts between the local and outside factions within the Daoist Mansion.’

Fang Xuan was inwardly speechless, but he also came to a realization about certain matters.

For instance, the underlying conflict within the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life between the local faction from the Heaven Domain and the outside faction from the Xuan Domain.

...

Ah Yang, I heard your good news at the Saint Institute. I’m so happy for you...

Father also told me how you’ve been. As long as you’re well, that’s all that matters...

If you ever run into any trouble, don’t hesitate to tell me, or tell Father...

The Fire Tree Silver Flowers are blooming again. They’re so beautiful. I’ve sent you a Memory Stone...

In the cultivation chamber.

Fang Yang was reading through the letters Sen Hui had sent him.

As he read, a gentle look softened the corners of his eyes.

He immediately picked up his brush to write a reply, carefully considering Sen Hui’s sentiments, writing with great concentration and rereading his words several times.

An hour later.

He set down his brush and looked through the other letters.

These other letters were mostly from the little girl, Sang Xiaowan.

The little girl seemed to treat him like a big brother from next door.

She told him all her troubles and even asked him how to solve them.

When it came to Sang Xiaowan, Fang Yang’s attitude was much more casual.

Big Brother Fang Yang, seeing these words is like seeing you in person, hehe...

I can’t believe you really have a Kunpeng Spirit Body now. It’s incredible...

You’re so amazing! Even Senior Brother Jiuzhe rarely praises people, but he praised you! Hmm, I’ve decided. When I grow up, I want to be just like you...

Sigh, memorizing scriptures is so hard. Why are there so many Daoist texts I have to understand? I just don’t get it...

Hmph, hmph, you have no idea how competitive my Senior Sister Qingyun is. Of course, she’s still a nice person. I hope she can return soon...

The crooked, messy handwriting made Fang Yang frown as he read.

Only after a long while did he manage to decipher its meaning.

SCRITCH, SCRITCH...

The sound of a brush on paper rang out.

He picked up his brush and wrote casual replies, finishing everything in less time than it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Then, he straightened his robes and walked out the door.

The letter in reply to Sen Hui had to be sent through Han Wu the Sub-Venerable and Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint’s channels.

The reply to Sang Xiaowan, however, had to go through Thunder Control the Great Saint and Fu Sheng Fairy’s channels.

Everything went smoothly on Han Wu the Sub-Venerable’s side.

But things took a little longer when he got to Thunder Control the Great Saint.

A smile graced Thunder Control the Great Saint’s exquisitely beautiful face. "Before long, the group battlegrounds of the Dream World will be fully formed. Are you prepared?"

Fang Yang nodded. "Rest assured, Dean. I will be extra careful."

"..." Hearing this, Thunder Control the Great Saint was struck speechless for a moment before she chuckled.

At that moment, she recalled the instructions Longevity Heaven had given her, and couldn’t help but study Fang Yang for a few extra seconds.

Her gaze was a little strange, as she suspected Fang Yang might be grooming Sang Xiaowan.

Sang Xiaowan was as exquisite as a pink jade carving and naturally beautiful, having inherited the best traits of both Fu Sheng Fairy and the Purple Sky Manor Master.

One could only imagine how devastatingly beautiful and captivating she would be when she grew up.

"Ahem."

Thunder Control the Great Saint cleared her throat. "The Purple Sky Manor Master is a profound and measured man. His thunder techniques can shake the heavens and the earth."

"?" Fang Yang didn’t catch her meaning.

It was only after he had just stepped out of the training grounds that Fang Yang’s mind caught up, and he finally understood what Thunder Control the Great Saint had been implying.

For an instant, he fell silent.

Sang Xiaowan might seem like a perfectly cute and well-behaved little girl, but at her core, she was a mischievous little brat.

Besides, he was already planning to go to the Sen Clan to formally propose marriage to Sen Hui after he returned to the Xuan Domain.

At this moment, the night was deep.

Countless stars burned brightly, but they still couldn’t outshine the brilliant moonlight.

"Hmm?"

As he walked away from the training grounds, Fang Yang felt a premonition and looked to the southeast.

There, he saw the Yu Zither Immortal, as serene as a fairy.

Or rather, the Yu Zither Immortal was intentionally waiting for him!

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