Chapter 335 - 327: Spirit Child? Scholar’s Attendant?

Chapter 335: Chapter 327: Spirit Child? Scholar’s Attendant?

"Fusang Fairy."

"Sister Qin."

"Fellow Daoist Yu..."

The sky was dim, the hills a dark green.

Yu Zither Immortal glided forward, her purple court dress swaying gently in the wind.

Her presence seemed to add a touch of splendor to the area, like a breathtaking landscape painting come to life.

At the sight of her, the many prodigies of the Saint Institute bowed in turn to show their respect.

She, in turn, offered them a gentle nod, her expression soft.

Her gaze, however, swept swiftly past the host of Light Cocoons, finally settling on the southeast.

’Fang Yang isn’t here!?’ she thought in surprise.

She had thought herself quite fast.

But she hadn’t expected this. It seemed she had underestimated Fang Yang.

In such a short time, Fang Yang had somehow managed to cleanse himself of the brand and even escape.

It appeared Fang Yang’s talent was even more outstanding than she had predicted!

She clenched her delicate fist and sighed inwardly.

She had originally hoped to get close to Fang Yang to gauge his true capabilities.

She had even prepared a special Tier Five Spiritual Object just for this purpose.

Now, it seemed, her preparations had been for nothing. What a shame.

A gentle breeze blew.

White clouds drifted by.

High above the clouds, Thunder Control the Great Saint and Chenri the Great Saint were in discussion, focusing particularly on their assessment of Fang Yang.

Fang Yang, Yu Zither Immortal, Sen Wei, and a few others were all young Great Saints.

The upper echelons of the Saint Institute had a separate set of criteria for evaluating these nine young Great Saints.

In the last ranking, Hei Liwu and Minghai Dongli were removed from the list due to their poor performance.

If that hadn’t been the case, Dongli wouldn’t be trying so desperately to get Yu Zither Immortal to help him.

Thunder Control the Great Saint said, "Is the Zither Immortal looking for Fang Yang?"

She shook her head gently. "Fang Yang is a methodical person. He always thinks before he acts."

She didn’t elaborate, but Chenri the Great Saint understood her implication.

She clearly didn’t think much of Yu Zither Immortal’s chances.

She didn’t believe Fang Yang would abandon the path of the Kun Peng for no reason to instead pursue the path of the Great Sun Golden Crow.

Unless...

Unless Fang Yang also possessed the trait of "One Aperture, Two Aspects"!

Chenri the Great Saint asked, "By that logic, you’d rate Fang Yang’s disposition as Grade A?"

The rating system was comprehensive, using the grades A, B, C, and D.

Young Great Saints were typically rated Grade A for disposition; only the few who were truly lacking received a Grade B.

As for a "perfect" rating—a grade above A—only Sen Yue of the Golden Clan’s current younger generation was deemed worthy of it!

"Grade A?"

Thunder Control the Great Saint was noncommittal.

A smile touched her exquisite features. "Not Grade A. Perfect."

Chenri the Great Saint’s head snapped up in astonishment.

On what basis could Fang Yang be compared to Sen Yue? Was this just based on observations from the past month?

This had to be a joke.

Thunder Control the Great Saint knew her friend was unconvinced.

She spoke, her voice like a soft whisper. "My Bloodline Power and my Talent Divine Techniques are both telling me so. Heh, and you should never underestimate a woman’s intuition."

Chenri the Great Saint remained skeptical.

The main issue was that Fang Yang had no battle record to rival Sen Yue’s.

...

The Purple Cloud Villa was one of the main branches of the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life.

Its status was comparable to that of the Changkong Clan within the Golden Clan.

Its fundamental technique was called the *Nine Heavens Purple Sky Divine Thunder Scripture*.

This was a body of Thunder Dao skills that was easy to learn but difficult to master, pointing directly to the fundamentals of the Dao.

This Thunder Dao Skill Department was rumored to be superior to the *Five Elements Divine Thunder Skill Department*, second only to the peerlessly offensive *Thunder Emperor Treasure Skill*.

Of course, this was without taking the legacy of the Thunder Saint Venerable into account.

As such, the Purple Cloud Villa occupied a vast territory.

Everywhere, one could see Daoists and young acolytes channeling lightning to practice thunder skills.

The moment Fang Yang arrived, he saw a young acolyte practicing.

The acolyte was blasted by a streak of cyan lightning that scorched his hair and left his skin split and raw on his backside.

’Daring to manipulate lightning like that at the mid-Tier One realm... This kid has some serious nerve,’ Fang Yang thought.

Fang Yang narrowed his eyes, surveying his surroundings.

He was in a special courtyard of the Purple Cloud Villa reserved for distinguished guests.

On the large stone platform within the courtyard, several young acolytes were practicing.

Before he could observe them more closely, Sang Xiaowan came running over.

"Hee hee."

Sang Xiaowan hopped in front of Fang Yang, an adorable smile on her young face.

"Brother Fang Yang, I’ve been waiting for you forever!"

"Hurry, hurry, come with me! I’ll take you to see my mother."

"I can’t stand seeing that Chen Chenye fellow. The sight of him just makes me mad."

「Not long ago.」

The two of them had started corresponding through channels provided by Thunder Control the Great Saint and Fu Sheng Fairy.

The correspondence mostly consisted of Sang Xiaowan talking and Fang Yang listening.

It was during this time that Fang Yang learned the phrase "Let your heart follow nature, and a Spirit Child shall aid you" was actually referring to help from Sang Xiaowan.

"Hiss~"

Suddenly, Sang Xiaowan froze.

She stared at Fang Yang, her mouth falling open.

She had suddenly realized that the light radiating from Fang Yang was twice, no, three times stronger than when they last met!

The next moment, she squeezed her eyes shut and clapped her small hands over them.

A single, casual glance had been so painful that she didn’t dare look at Fang Yang again.

"Xiaowan? Xiaowan?"

Fang Yang called out softly, leaning closer.

After a good moment, Sang Xiaowan finally opened her eyes.

She put her hands on her little hips, trying to look like an adult. "Brother Fang Yang, do you happen to need a Scholar’s Attendant? I want to be your Scholar’s Attendant!"

"What?" Fang Yang raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback.

"Sang Xiaowan, stop this nonsense! Bring our guest over at once!" A sharp, imperious female voice boomed from the void, making Sang Xiaowan shudder.

Sang Xiaowan made a face at the empty air but still obediently led Fang Yang onward.

Along the way, her steps were light and joyful as she bounced around Fang Yang, chattering away.

"Brother Fang Yang, that’s where I have my morning lessons every day. Isn’t it ugly, rundown, and small?"

"Hmph, hmph. In a few years, I’m definitely going to blow it up."

"Brother Fang Yang, this is the Thunder-Orange Artifact Lake. There are many Thunder Dao Elemental Artifacts here. I even heard Mother say that there’s a Thunder Dao Sacred Artifact hidden here, too."

"But in all these years, only Senior Brother Jiuzhe and Senior Sister Qingyun have ever earned the recognition and loyalty of a Sacred Artifact..."

Her little mouth never stopped moving for a moment.

It was clear she felt very close to Fang Yang.

The other Daoists and acolytes who saw this were all astonished. Had the little terror of the villa had a change of heart?

It wasn’t until they stepped into the Mansion Master’s training grounds that she pressed her lips together and fell silent.

BANG—

She kicked the wooden door open and led Fang Yang into a sea of bamboo with an audacious swagger.

Within the bamboo grove, besides Fu Sheng Fairy, there was a man and a woman.

The man was tall and broad-shouldered, with a resolute expression.

The woman held a stalk of green bamboo, and her beauty was breathtaking.

The man was Jiuzhe.

The woman was Fu Nuannuan, Yu Qingyun’s most senior sister-disciple.

Both were Saints of the new generation.

Fang Yang, naturally, knew of them.

At this, Sang Xiaowan’s audacious entrance immediately caused Fu Sheng Fairy’s expression to cloud over.

It was clear she was truly angry.

If Fang Yang hadn’t been present, she would have undoubtedly disciplined her daughter on the spot.