Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 398: Chapter 389: Strong Evil Winds in a Small Temple

The thoughts of Fang Yuedong, Fang Yueze, Fang Anran, and the others were not without reason.

But Fang Yang was no fool.

He hadn’t been careless or arrogant in his attempt to pass through the Star Dream Realm.

On the contrary, he remained cautious.

So, of course, he knew he couldn’t actually keep the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow for himself.

...

The hunt in the Grotto Heaven gradually came to a close.

The Fang Clan’s experts gradually left the Grotto Heaven and returned to their stations.

Meanwhile, the Fang Clan elders, led by the Grand Elder, returned to the ancestral hall to deliberate on who to select for the Hundred Clans Martial Gathering.

’Looks like my time is running short,’ Fang Yang thought, his gaze calm.

The moment the meeting ended, he decisively used a Secret Technique. Taking on the form of a Golden Divine Bird, he soared across the heavens back to his residence.

Behind him, Fang Yuedong and the others watched him in silence.

Each of them felt differently about the situation.

In truth, it was a perfectly normal occurrence for a clansman who had been living elsewhere to seek out their roots and return to the clan.

At first, Fang Yuedong and the others hadn’t paid much attention to Fang Yuesheng’s return.

That was until the Saint-level ancestors all declared that Fang Yuesheng was capable of shouldering great responsibility.

And so, they had gradually grown anxious.

...

Divine light spilled across the white clouds, which drifted lazily, supporting one celestial palace after another.

With a WHOOSH, Fang Yang shot like a bolt of lightning straight into his own palace in the clouds.

Inside the palace, the Primordial Qi was vibrant, and the dense fragrance of Spirit Grass filled the air.

Fang Yang took a single breath and felt his soul stir, a refreshing sensation spreading through his entire body.

’Time to get to work. Time to get to work.’

Fang Yang moved swiftly, quickly making his way to the Artifact Refining room.

He wasn’t actually an expert in Artifact Refining; his strengths lay in Alchemy and Talisman Refining instead.

Still, Artifact Refining wasn’t a major challenge for him.

After all, Artifact Refining, Alchemy, Talisman Refining, and the like all belonged to the school of the Refining Dao.

However, to become a true cultivator of the Refining Dao, one’s skill had to be near the level of the Dao itself.

In any case, Fang Yang now controlled the Heaven and Earth Natural Skill.

RUMBLE!

Fang Yang gathered Black Flood Dragon Gold, Cyan Simurgh Ironstone, and other divine metals, and began to forge them into the body of the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow.

He intended to use the beast as the primary material to forge a special Elemental Artifact, a tribute to the Grand Elder for felling the creature.

「Two days and two nights later.」

In the Artifact Refining room, a Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow, shrunk down countless times, floated gently in the air. Layers of an ethereal glow rippled across its body.

The ethereal glow spread, illuminating Fang Yang’s handsome face.

The orthodox path has its rules, and the Demon Dao has its own games.

But whether he was posing as Fang Nian or as Fang Yuesheng, he didn’t feel any particular emotion about it.

’After all, as long as it’s useful, that’s all that matters.’

...

In the Fang Clan Ancestral Hall, incense smoke curled upwards past the high-hanging Divine Tablets.

At this very moment, the Grand Elder was in discussion with the other clan elders.

The main topic was still choosing between Fang Yuedong, Fang Yueze, and Fang Anran.

After all, each clan and each branch could only put forth a single "Dao Seed."

This was an unshakeable clan rule established by the Thunder Saint Venerable.

It was useless for any branch or clan to be powerful beyond that; the rule was absolute.

"Yue Sheng, what is this?"

The Grand Elder looked somewhat surprised, blinking his aged eyes repeatedly.

The other clan elders were also extremely surprised, their gazes converging on him.

After all, no matter what they imagined, they never would have expected "Fang Yuesheng" to be so astonishingly proactive.

Furthermore, in their expert eyes, this Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow Elemental Artifact was quite extraordinary.

"Hah..."

The Grand Elder shook his head and chuckled. "I understand your intentions. Since you want to compete, then go for it with all you’ve got."

WHOOSH!

Everyone looked up, their gazes darting back and forth.

Whispers gradually arose, growing more and more frequent.

’Does this mean that Fang Yuesheng has truly received the Grand Elder’s endorsement?’

’In other words, Fang Yuesheng has gotten his wish—a fair chance to compete in the Hundred Clans Martial Gathering?’

...

’These layers of restrictive rules form an airtight net.’

Fang Yang lowered his gaze. ’From this perspective, could the Fang Clan’s decline in the real world actually be beneficial, allowing me to soar more freely?’

A moment later, he both shook and nodded his head.

He shook his head because he knew full well just how low the weakened Fang Clan’s status was within the greater Changkong family.

For one thing, back then, his extreme lack of resources was what drove him to try and get close to Chen Ying, intending to use her to strengthen himself.

Of course, in the end, he and Chen Ying had gradually drifted apart.

All in all, if he were in Sen Yue or Sen Wei’s position, life would be a breeze.

After all, whether in his past life or this one, the time-honored tradition of relying on one’s father was inescapable.

...

As for why he nodded—it was because he had already displayed sufficient ability, even showing the potential to approach the Great Sage Realm as a youth.

Yet, the Fang Clan elders still insisted on following their so-called unwritten rules, completely ignoring him.

All these things were like invisible Chains of Order binding Fang Yang securely.

Fang Yang had to shatter them one by one before he could soar freely again.

Fortunately, he had gotten his wish: a fair chance to compete in the Hundred Clans Martial Gathering.

...

While Fang Yang was in the ancestral hall, acting out a scene of "the virtuous ruler and his loyal subject" with the Grand Elder, the expressions on the faces of Fang Yuedong and the others nearby were varied.

A golden light flickered in Fang Yuedong’s eyes, indistinct and wavering like a snake’s tongue.

Fang Yuedong’s face darkened. "An upstart is still an upstart. To think he’d resort to such tricks!"

"Fang Yuesheng," Fang Anran said, her expression complex, her breath as fragrant as an orchid. "I really underestimated him."

They all actually knew about Fang Yuesheng’s life story.

In that remote Ancient City, Fang Yuesheng could protect his lord from above and care for his family below. He was indeed masterful when it came to navigating human relationships.

’But is such a master of social graces truly suited for the Hundred Clans Martial Gathering?’

’He would be better off in the logistics department, forging a different path to find an opportunity to become a Saint.’

Fang Yueze remained expressionless. "He is indeed skilled in the ways of the world. But given his origins, it’s a different story when it comes to true combat and life-or-death battles. I just hope he can return in one piece."

Hearing this, the corners of the other two’s mouths turned up slightly in subtle smiles.

They admitted that "Fang Yuesheng" was indeed remarkable, having beaten them to the punch during the hunt by slaying the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow.

But Fierce Beasts and Cultivators were two completely different things.

A battle to the death against the prodigies of other great clans, in particular, involved many more factors.

If "Fang Yuesheng" could actually make it to the top, they would naturally submit to him.

But if "Fang Yuesheng" were to fall in defeat, then he couldn’t blame them for kicking him while he was down.

At that moment, they silently watched "Fang Yuesheng’s" retreating figure, their gazes profound.

...

’A small temple attracts powerful demons; shallow waters are full of bastards.’

’I easily killed the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow, yet you’re still unwilling to believe my strength is far superior to yours?’

Fang Yang glanced behind him.

All he could say was that the prejudice Fang Anran and the others held against "Fang Yuesheng" was truly deep-rooted.

’Why should an upstart from a small city be considered inferior to a cultivator from the ancestral lands?’

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