Chapter 323 - 315: Others’ Bad Luck, My Good Luck

Chapter 323: Chapter 315: Others’ Bad Luck, My Good Luck

The wind was bone-chilling.

Snowflakes danced through the air.

In a snowy, ice-covered valley, Yu Dieyi was accompanying Fang Min in her sword practice.

"Sen Wei is trapped in a cluster of Dream Worlds?!"

Yu Dieyi’s face was a mask of astonishment. She couldn’t believe the news.

It was unbelievable. Simply unbelievable.

Just a few months ago, she had been thinking that there was only one way Fang Yang could ever surpass Sen Wei.

’Fang Yang would have to be the only one growing, while Sen Wei remained completely stagnant!’

Heh, and as it turned out, that’s exactly what happened.

The hum of a sword vibrated in the air. Fang Min’s expression was serene as she spoke:

"Dieyi, I’ve grasped the ’future.’"

"That ’future’ rests with Ah Yang."

"It’s a brilliant light—fierce, vibrant, and so captivating that I never want to look away..."

As she spoke, Fang Min’s serene expression twisted into one of fanaticism.

Previously, whenever Yu Dieyi saw this look on Fang Min, she couldn’t help but frown.

She had thought Fang Yang must have used some kind of Demon Technique on her.

But now, even though she still wanted to reprimand Fang Min harshly, the words wouldn’t leave her lips.

Because she realized that if things continued this way, with the exception of Sen Yue, Fang Yang would become the undisputed... leader of the younger generation.

Even Muri Guang Huang would stand no chance against him.

At that moment, her conviction wavered wildly.

She quickly changed the subject. "Ah Yang? Where has he gone now?"

A sweet, doting smile spread across Fang Min’s face. "Ah Yang has naturally gone to the Bai Zhi Dojo to find Xiaohui."

...

Fang Yang had also received intelligence that Dongli, Nanyu, Sen Wei, and a group of other prodigies were trapped in the cluster of Dream Worlds.

For various reasons, whether by his own design or by circumstance, he now found himself in an entirely new situation.

He was now the only publicly acknowledged Young Great Saint of the Thunder Saint Academy.

Under these circumstances, he could already vaguely predict that his status would be forced to rise, and resources would begin to shift in his favor.

’Sometimes, all it takes to win is for your competitors to make a mistake.’

At that moment, he recalled a classic quote from his previous life: "Your business rivals are idiots."

But then again, his ability to lie low was partly due to his intuition and partly thanks to his knack for seeking fortune and avoiding disaster.

Therefore, he wasn’t nearly as overjoyed as others might have imagined.

He was very calm.

So calm, in fact, that it defied others’ expectations.

But while he could maintain his usual composure, others were not so placid.

"Brother Fang."

"Elder Fang."

"..."

On his way to the Bai Zhi Dojo, many people went out of their way to greet him.

Some even actively cleared a path, allowing his war chariot to pass first.

Among this crowd were plenty of prodigies from the Earth and Celestial Rankings.

But without exception, they all treated him with reverence, or at the very least, were unwilling to provoke him.

He could sense this change immediately.

’The winds of change certainly blow fast...’

He mused.

With Dongli, Sen Wei, and the others trapped, the tide had truly turned.

In the void, a snow-white ancient war chariot, pulled by four Frost Horses, flew at extreme speed.

A streak of frosty white light shot toward the Bai Zhi Dojo, its path completely unimpeded.

A snowy night.

The blizzard raged, yet the world shone with a brilliant silver glow.

Accompanied by her master, Sen Hui gazed at the bright moon, still feeling as if she were in a dream.

Her sister.

Her brilliant, high-spirited sister.

Her brilliant, peerlessly beautiful sister was actually trapped in a cluster of Dream Worlds?

She didn’t want to believe it, but the fact that her father had personally taken action confirmed that it was true.

Although she was so in awe of her sister’s and brother’s power and willpower that she preferred not to spend too much time with them, it didn’t mean she felt no affection for them.

"How could this have happened?"

Sen Hui sat in a pavilion on the snowy mountain, her expression dazed.

"Elder. Xiaohui," Fang Yang said as he arrived, drawing closer to Sen Hui.

Seeing this, Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint gave a slight nod.

Then, she dissolved into a ball of light and vanished from the scene.

At that moment, only Fang Yang and Sen Hui remained in the pavilion.

Sen Hui lifted her head to look at Fang Yang, her watery eyes filled with confusion, worry, and bewilderment.

It was clear that she had never suffered any major setbacks and had been extremely well-protected by the Sen clan.

Thus, now that she was suddenly faced with her ’sister Sen Wei’ being trapped in a perilous situation, she seemed rather helpless.

Compared to Lu Yao, who had lost her family and home but eventually rebuilt her life, she was so gentle, even fragile.

But Fang Yang knew this was only because she hadn’t experienced much of the world; it wasn’t a personal failing.

She was different.

At that moment, Fang Yang pulled her into his arms and comforted her in a gentle voice, "Don’t worry. Sen Wei will be fine."

In the mountain pavilion, a bonfire burned brightly.

The silhouettes of Fang Yang and Sen Hui danced in the firelight.

Fang Yang held Sen Hui, gently explaining the changing state of the world, helping her mature in a gentler way.

Gradually, the bewildered look on Sen Hui’s face faded.

She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, resting peacefully in Fang Yang’s embrace.

...

「Seven days later.」

Wind Peng Dojo.

The Frost White Stone House.

Fang Yang sat cross-legged on a meditation mat, his palms facing upward.

He was currently circulating the Three-Fire Lamp Scripture to observe his own fortune.

The Three-Fire Lamp Scripture was a fortune-path Skill, and its grade was at the very peak of the mortal realm.

Its main purpose was to help a Cultivator inspect and protect their own fortune.

According to Fang Yang’s understanding, this should belong to the category of "Self-Fortune" techniques.

Similar to how the path of war had four major directions,

the schools of the fortune path had three: Self-Fortune, Mass-Fortune, and World-Fortune.

Self-Fortune simply benefited oneself. Mass-Fortune harmed others to benefit oneself. World-Fortune harmed the world to benefit oneself.

The essence of the fortune path was to usurp the authority of heaven and earth to strengthen one’s own interests.

Take Sen Yue, for example.

In the process of unifying the Xuan Domain, Sen Yue had converted Mass-Fortune into Self-Fortune and World-Fortune.

By doing so, Sen Yue ultimately became the Hundred-Year Celestial Mandate of the Xuan Domain and stepped into the realm of a Young Venerable.

’Three-Fire Lamp Scripture, activate,’ Fang Yang commanded in his mind.

BZZZT! An ancient bronze lamp materialized on his left shoulder.

In addition, illusory ancient silhouettes hovered above his head and on his right shoulder, not yet fully formed.

At this moment, Fang Yang used the flame of the bronze lamp on his left shoulder to alter his vision.

He could only vaguely make out a murky black fog.

Around the black fog, he could faintly discern the feathers of a Golden-Winged Dapeng and the scales of a Black Jade Kun Fish.

It was blurry and indistinct.

But he could clearly see wisps of white qi converging on the black fog from all directions.

Not only that, but there were also strands of azure and blue qi mixed within.

This was an extremely shallow accumulation of Mass-Fortune.

Mass-Fortune was extremely ephemeral and could not be maintained for long.

It was best to refine it into Self-Fortune and World-Fortune to maximize its effectiveness.

’This flow of Mass-Fortune... it’s actually getting denser.’

Fang Yang’s gaze deepened. ’No, it’s more than just that.’

The next moment.

He closed his eyes and decisively had his consciousness take the form of a Carp Eagle and a Three-Legged Golden Crow to begin his meditation.

Before long, he opened his eyes, a look of delight on his face. "When others suffer misfortune, my own luck improves?!"

He suddenly realized that his luck really had gotten better.

The growth rate of his cultivation realm was actually accelerating.

It had now reached 11%!

It was hard to imagine how much his cultivation speed would increase if he were to take Sen Yue’s place.

Of course, this was just a hypothetical.

The level of a Young Venerable was not so easily surpassed.