Chapter 340 - 332: Ancestor of a Lineage?

Chapter 340: Chapter 332: Ancestor of a Lineage?

A gentle breeze blew past, and the Two Poles Command disintegrated.

That magnificent, untamed vista vanished, never to be seen again.

Fang Yang clutched a tattered page and raised his head to look forward.

He saw numerous streams of light streaking across the firmament.

Some of the light streams were shaped like a White Tiger but with a pair of wings. Others resembled a Vermilion Bird, but its eyes were dead and still. Others were nothing more than the white bones of a thirty-six-petaled lotus...

These streams of light were all items like the Dao seals and Sacred Artifacts of the Two Poles Mansion Master.

They now rushed to the four corners of the Grotto Heaven, carrying on the last will of the Two Poles Mansion Master to seek out those with fate.

"Alas... Fellow Daoist Two Poles, may your journey be peaceful." Chenri the Great Saint sighed softly, tilting the earthen bowl in his hand and pouring out the Ant-removing Wine.

Ant-removing Wine was clear and burned dry, a famously potent spirit. But no matter how potent the spirit, it could not compare to the will of the Two Poles Mansion Master.

"Between the blue sky and white clouds, a heart of the sword, clear and bright." The Purple Sky Manor Master’s gaze dimmed.

The Two Poles Mansion Master’s original name was Lan Jianxin. He had started his path in the same generation as him, and they had been rivals ever since.

Today, he had lost another contemporary. What could be done?

Sob...

The gentle breeze continued its slow caress, sweeping over hills and rivers.

Su Xi’s eyes were red-rimmed; Su Dao was silent and grim.

People are not plants; who could be without feelings?

It could be said that the Two Poles Mansion Master had spent more time teaching them than their own father had.

In a way, they both saw the Two Poles Mansion Master as a father figure.

Meanwhile, the younger generation, including Jiuzhe, Fang Yang, and Yu Zither Immortal, all paid their respects as they would to a mentor, bidding farewell to their senior.

’Is this the death of a Great Saint?’ Fang Yang asked himself.

On this day, it could be said he had finally caught a glimpse of just how terrifying a Great Saint could be.

That unbelievably immense life essence, that blindingly brilliant Dao and its principles...

Each and every aspect was enough to make one despair and inspire awe.

And this was precisely why only a dozen or so top prodigies were qualified to witness it.

If the observers lacked supreme confidence in themselves, they would likely begin to question their own path:

’If a figure as incredible as the Two Poles Mansion Master could fall, then what is the point of all my bitter cultivation?’

It was the brilliant spectacle of a life’s firework, leaving everyone present with a profound psychological shock.

’If it were me, could I face death with such composure?’ The lake of Fang Yang’s heart rippled.

The next moment, the lake of his heart was as smooth as a mirror, perfectly still.

Indeed, in the face of life and death, no matter how accomplished one was in life, after death, one was but a handful of dust, leaving behind only a whisper of wind.

But to him, dying on the path of pursuing "eternal life and becoming an Immortal Ancestor" was not a bad outcome.

But he absolutely refused to die so easily!

Fang Yang’s gaze grew resolute, and his entire aura turned solemn.

It was not just him. Jiuzhe, Fu Nuannuan, Yu Zither Immortal, and the others also gained their own insights into cultivation.

And this was one of the purposes of the Two Poles Mansion Master’s dissolution—to inspire the chosen seeds!

The brilliant light faded, and the gentle breeze dispersed.

The roiling white clouds and mist before Cyan Heaven Peak gathered once more.

Gazing upon the scene, everyone wore a different expression.

At this moment, Fang Yang glanced at his fortune reading:

[The dissolution of the Two Poles is infinitely profound. As the Dao returns to silence, deep secrets are hidden. Choose with caution.]

[Supreme Fortune... Travel with a friend to the Clear Heart Pool... to obtain a Tier Seven opportunity. Greatly auspicious.]

[Upper-mid Fortune... Journey to Cloud Valley... to obtain a Sixth Grade opportunity. Auspicious.]

[Mid-tier Fortune... Remain at Cyan Heaven Peak... Neutral.]

[Lower-mid Fortune... Take a trip to Immortal Footprint Cliff. You might obtain a Sixth Grade opportunity... Ominous.]

This was the time just after the Two Poles Mansion Master’s dissolution, corresponding perfectly with the fortune reading.

Fang Yang once again bowed to the empty void.

Then, he called out to Yu Zither Immortal and decisively shot off in the direction of the Clear Heart Pool.

’He really is decisive, not a moment wasted. No wonder Thunder Control places him on the same level as Sen Yue.’

High in the clouds, Chenri the Great Saint first nodded slightly, then shook his head. "But in terms of disposition alone, he still can’t compare to Sen Yue."

But when Chenri the Great Saint saw Fang Yang taking the lead with Yu Zither Immortal following, his old face instantly clouded over.

...

After Fang Yang and Yu Zither Immortal made the first move, the other top prodigies also began to act.

Jiuzhe rode the clouds and mist, heading alone to Cloud Valley.

Su Dao remained at Cyan Heaven Peak, unmoving, for his master had already given him the legacy Sacred Artifact of the Two Poles’ private estate. He had no affinity with the rest.

Fu Nuannuan also remained at Cyan Heaven Peak, silently sensing the profundity of the Two Poles’ Dao-rhythm. A stalk of green bamboo in her hand let out a crisp snap as it grew, slow but sure.

Chen Chenye, on the other hand, was caught in a dilemma. He wanted to go to the Clear Heart Pool, but he also wanted to go to Cloud Valley.

But when he saw Su Xi heading for Immortal Footprint Cliff, he gritted his teeth and followed her.

Fang Yang, Yu Zither Immortal, Jiuzhe, Su Dao, Fu Nuannuan...

One by one, the top prodigies made their choices.

At that moment, the Purple Sky Manor Master watched Chen Chenye’s retreating figure with a hint of disappointment and sighed, "He has neither the single-minded focus of a Daoist, nor the thorough consideration of a noble scion. He’s so consumed by lust he’s forgotten himself!"

Even though Chen Chenye was his own disciple.

He was well aware of how his Dao companion, his daughter, and his other disciples felt about Chen Chenye.

He had originally thought that facing a powerful rival like Fang Yang would force Chen Chenye to show some restraint.

Even if it were just an act, he would have thought Chen Chenye still had some merit.

But now it seemed that rotten wood simply cannot be carved.

Chenri the Great Saint chuckled. "Isn’t that precisely why you took Chen Chenye as your disciple in the first place, Fellow Daoist?"

The Purple Sky Manor Master smiled but said nothing, changing the subject to the other top prodigies.

Fang Yang was decisive and bold. Jiuzhe had his own vast world in mind. Chen Chenye appeared magnanimous but was, in reality, shortsighted.

...

Amidst green peaks and white clouds, two figures streaked across the sky like rainbows.

One soared like a golden-winged Dapeng; that was Fang Yang.

The other descended like a goddess from the nine heavens; that was Yu Zither Immortal.

Along the way, Fang Yang’s actions were measured, and he faced all kinds of sudden incidents with great composure.

He was completely self-assured, as if he could feel a treasure calling to him.

His bearing caused a ripple of emotion in Yu Zither Immortal’s beautiful eyes.

"Could it be that all those stories about you are true?" Yu Zither Immortal lowered her gaze.

’I have to admit, Fang Yang is a talented man with great ambition.’

’He was born the son of a fallen, minor family in the Changkong clan, with no parents to help him.’

’Compared to the many other young Great Saint candidates, his background was the poorest and his bloodline the weakest.’

’Not to mention, besides him, basically all the other young Great Saint candidates had a complete path to the Great Saint realm laid out for them.’

’Dongli’s Soul River True Dragon, Sen Wei’s Ancient Cyan Lotus, Light Phoenix’s Bright Phoenix... and so on.’

’Therefore, in the eyes of many from the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life and the Thunder Saint Academy, Fang Yang’s meteoric rise was simply incredible.’

’As he grew, more and more people came to believe that he would truly establish a Kunpeng lineage in the future and become a founding ancestor.’

’His legend had even come to surpass that of Yu Qingyun!’

’However, the secret Yu Zither Immortal knew was that Fang Yang was beloved by Heaven and Earth, a true Favored One.’

’At the Enlightenment Ceremony, he chanced upon a great boon and became a Fire Eagle.’

’In the Xuan Yu Blessed Land, he cleverly seized the heart of a Black Moon Water Kun.’

’At the Refining Dao Assembly, he seized the momentum to capture a Wind Flood Shadow...’

’All these accomplishments, one after another, were the main reason Yu Zither Immortal believed that Fang Yang could achieve great things even if he switched to cultivating the Dao of the Great Sun Golden Crow!’

’The closer I get to you, the more mysterious you seem.’

’Fang Yang, just what kind of person are you?’

This time, it was not merely because of the special connection between the Fusang Divine Tree and the Great Sun Golden Crow.

Yu Zither Immortal herself had developed a genuine interest in Fang Yang.