Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

A dark and windy night, the perfect time for murder and arson.

As the capital of a commandery, the prosperity of Bailu Capital City naturally exceeded the imagination of any ordinary person.

Though it was night, the city remained brightly lit.

This was especially true along the Cang River, where numerous pleasure barges illuminated the water as if it were day.

The coming and going of small boats, the shouts of playful roughhousing... The area was bustling with activity.

At this moment, Fang Yang stood on the riverbank, gazing out at the fleet of boats.

Soon, his gaze locked onto the largest barge.

He took a step forward and tapped the surface of the water, sending ripples spreading out.

Then, his figure dissolved like a wisp of dark cloud and vanished.

"Damn it, I have no idea where Gu Yu from Marquis Anqing's Mansion got so much money. He's actually been able to stay on the Jade White Barge for a whole month!"

"I know, right? It looks like Gu Yu is going to steal the show as this year's most extravagant patron..."

The two young masters, clad in brocade robes, had faces full of envy.

Then, surrounded by their servants, they boarded a small boat and returned to the riverbank.

Their conversation drifted into Fang Yang's ears.

Fang Yang's face was expressionless, but the Fishing Net Sacred Artifact at his waist began to emit furious emotions, threatening to tremble and burst forth with Spirit Flame.

"Hmph?!"

His gaze grew cold as he glared at the Fishing Net Sacred Artifact.

In an instant, the Fishing Net Sacred Artifact became as quiet as a mouse.

He then moved around the pleasure barge, tapping the air to plant formation flags in the void.

Once that was done, he ascended alone, heading straight for the top deck.

On the barge's top deck were numerous thugs, all burly men in simple, short-sleeved shirts.

The Jade White Barge appeared glamorous on the surface, but it was a filthy, sordid place, home to who knows how many wronged souls.

While not every one of these thugs had blood on their hands, at least nine out of ten did.

Facing these lackeys, Fang Yang's steps were steady.

"Something's not right. That guy is trouble."

"Stop!"

"Hmph, just kill him."

"Get him!"

A mob of thugs, seething with killing intent, charged straight at Fang Yang.

WHOOSH~

A gentle breeze blew past.

Fang Yang continued to walk forward.

And the thugs dissolved into motes of light, scattering on the wind.

Soon, Fang Yang entered the top deck's inner chambers.

...

"Who's there?!" Gu Yu, the Third Young Master Gu of Marquis Anqing's Mansion, barked.

Gu Yu was lanky, with a thin, pale face.

At that moment, he was embracing a stunning Courtesan.

Fang Yang said nothing, simply continuing to advance.

The distance between them was but a few dozen steps—a gap he could cross in the span of a single thought.

Seeing this, Gu Yu's expression turned grim.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he began to laugh.

"Don't think I can't recognize you just because you're in stealth gear. Tsk, tsk. You've got some nerve, actually daring to show up."

The moment he finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind whipped through the room.

The next moment, an old man in gray robes materialized.

The old man emanated the deep, restrained aura of a Tier Four Peak expert.

Evidently, this old man was Gu Yu's guardian, responsible for ensuring his safety.

Gu Yu sneered. "Cai San, crush this country bumpkin who doesn't know his own limits! He's courting death, so even Bailu Academy won't be able to say a word!"

Hearing this, the beautiful Courtesan's mouth fell slightly agape before she shot Fang Yang a disdainful look.

'What a clueless fool. Even if he's a student at Bailu Academy, daring to challenge the noble-born Third Young Master Gu is as futile as a mantis trying to stop a chariot.'

The old man nodded.

HUM...

HUMMM...

The old man unleashed a killing blow, determined to pulp Fang Yang into a bloody mist.

Instantly, a gale erupted in the room, sweeping through the space and sending the food and wine on the table flying.

But Fang Yang remained silent, still walking forward.

"Hmph." A cruel light flashed in the old man's eyes. With a stomp of his foot, he seemed to tear through the void, appearing instantly before Fang Yang and bringing a hand down toward his head.

The wind continued to blow.

But then, something shocking happened:

The old man's body began to break down, piece by piece, into a rain of light, gradually dissipating.

His withered hand vanished the moment he raised it.

"No..." Gu Yu was so frightened he leaped to his feet, causing the Courtesan in his arms to fall to the floor.

Wordlessly, Fang Yang continued forward.

Gu Yu scrambled backward, even kicking away the beautiful Courtesan who was trying to crawl away beside him.

But to his horror, he too was breaking down into a rain of light.

He was in agony. His face contorted as he screamed, but no sound came out.

This bizarre scene chilled the beautiful Courtesan to the bone.

By the time Gu Yu had completely dissipated, the beautiful Courtesan had lost all composure, her face streaked with tears.

Suddenly, the Courtesan began to wail, untying her robes in a desperate bid for Fang Yang's mercy.

Fang Yang knew of her.

He had heard of this Courtesan's reputation back when Ji Dong first entered Bailu Academy.

Later, he had even run into her by chance and knew her to be a true femme fatale.

Now, the Courtesan was like a lost fawn, casting aside all her inhibitions and exposing her utter vulnerability.

But...

Fang Yang kept walking.

The rain of light appeared once more, leaving no living creature behind.

And Fang Yang's figure, like a gentle breeze, also dissipated from the scene.

'I've already mastered the basics of the Wind Dao School and reached the ordinary level of attainment?!'

...

CRACKLE...

The sound of shattering rang out again as the Dream World broke apart, piece by piece.

Although he had benefited greatly in the seventh layer of the dream, making great strides in the Wind Dao School, Fang Yang knew what he needed most.

Therefore, the moment he broke through the seventh layer of the Dream World, he unhesitatingly activated the Dream Emperor phantom in his second aperture, along with the aperture's three great Lifebound Skills.

The eighth layer of the dream—shattered!

The Ninth Layer of the dream—shattered!

...

「The real world.」

「Seven days later.」

Fang Yang regained consciousness and decisively withdrew from the Crimson Flood Dragon Dream World.

He was still standing on the same mountaintop, gazing at the Dream World that looked like a Crimson Flood Dragon.

The next moment, the Crimson Flood Dragon let out a soft, satisfied hum before dissipating completely.

CRACK—

Sensing something, Fang Yang immediately looked inward at his second aperture.

There, above the True Essence Sea within his second aperture, a miniature Crimson Flood Dragon floated lazily.

Meanwhile, the Dream Emperor phantom's Ruyi Red Gold Sword, imperial black robe, and white-feathered immortal crown all burst with divine light, which washed over the miniature Crimson Flood Dragon.

GULP~

Vaguely, Fang Yang seemed to hear a sound, as if something had eaten but was not yet satisfied.

With a hum, he felt a surge of majestic origin energy rise from his second aperture, circulating throughout his body and even reaching his first aperture.

The first to change was his second aperture.

The color of the True Essence in his second aperture shifted from dark red to pale gold, and then to a brilliant gold.

Dark red was the color of True Essence at Tier Three Peak.

Brilliant gold was the color of True Essence at Tier Four Middle.

His second aperture had advanced directly from Tier Three Peak to Tier Four Middle.

Furthermore, a fantastical ball of light was slowly condensing in the Dream Emperor phantom's hand. In addition to the rhythm of the Dream Dao, it also contained the rhythm of the Wisdom Dao School.

A fourth innate Magic was condensing and incubating—one that combined the Dream Dao and the Wisdom Dao School!

Of course, his first aperture also received a great boon.

The eye refinement of the Kun-Peng phantom shot directly to 61%, saving Fang Yang at least a year of cultivation effort!

In addition, a grayish-white fishing net woven from straw rope appeared in Fang Yang's hands.

A grayish-white fishing net...

Looking at it, Fang Yang fell silent.

'A Tier Five opportunity is great, of course, but I have no plans to become a fisherman.'

However, the grayish-white fishing net was also a testament to his current prowess in the Dream Dao School.

After all, it wasn't so simple for other young Great Saints to successfully traverse a Saint's Dream World.

At the very least, they would have to spend three to five years.

But he had only spent seven days to pass through it completely and obtain all of its good fortune.

Such an achievement was truly worthy of celebration!

A moment later, he composed himself.

He transformed into a gentle breeze and moved away silently, heading toward the next Saint's dream.

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