Chapter 545 - 447: Golden Crow’s Old Dream, the Struggle for the Dao

Chapter 545: Chapter 447: Golden Crow’s Old Dream, the Struggle for the Dao

Yu Zither Immortal was tall and slender, her elegant and classic beauty accentuated by a purple palace gown.

Her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, reaching all the way to her waist.

She had long, thick eyelashes, and her eyes were like the moon reflected in a well—calm, yet hinting at a subtle spirituality and mystery.

Her features were stunning, her skin as fair as snow, her form as elegant as carved jade.

At this moment, she blinked her alluring eyes, a hint of complaint in her voice. "My master has wanted to see you for a long time, and you’re only showing up now."

Fang Yang stepped forward and pulled her into his embrace, whispering, "That’s why I’m here now, to make amends, isn’t it?"

She looked at Fang Yang quietly, her beautiful eyes as deep as a starry sky. She suddenly sighed. "My master doesn’t blame you; he knows you carry heavy responsibilities. It’s just... you’re moving forward so, so fast. I can barely see your back anymore, and I can’t help you with anything at all."

A long time ago, she had been confident that she could take over as the matriarch of the Fang family after Sen Hui’s departure.

But after Fang Yang returned from the Kunpeng Ancient Nest, she realized she would likely never be able to assist him on the front lines again.

"Moving too fast? Heh, it’s just the result of a long period of accumulation," Fang Yang said calmly, rubbing his cheek against hers.

She gasped in surprise, a little hesitant. ℯ

But a moment later, she nodded gently. She knew Fang Yang had no reason to lie to her.

But as for the reason why, Fang Yang didn’t say, and she had no way of knowing.

Fang Yang, of course, would not tell her the reason.

It involved not only the Profound Domain Celestial Destiny Mark, but also the "Seek Fortune, Avoid Calamity" orb of light.

Just as Fang Yang had initially envisioned, with the "Seek Fortune, Avoid Calamity" orb, his path of cultivation was destined to start later but finish first, only accelerating over time.

And this was precisely why he had been unafraid of Sen Wei and Sen Yue back then.

Clearly, he had succeeded.

「One month later.」

Yu Zither Immortal gently held Fang Yang.

Her face glowed with a motherly radiance as she said, "I will take good care of the child in my belly, so you can rest assured. Besides, you’re too rough. It’s actually becoming a problem for me."

Yes.

Yu Zither Immortal was also pregnant with Fang Yang’s child.

Fang Yang stroked her hair. "You’ve become more carefree."

"I’m not being carefree," she retorted decisively.

She wanted to complain about his roughness, but seeing the look in his eyes, she gritted her teeth and pushed him firmly away.

In truth, Fang Yang wasn’t being rough on purpose.

He was simply adapting to the power of a Tier Eight Great Saint in his daily life.

Unlike the perfection of his Kunpeng path, his Golden Crow path was still somewhat lacking.

Most obviously, he had not yet inherited the Golden Crow legacy left behind by Fang Yuesheng in Longevity Heaven.

Therefore, compared to Sen Hui, Yu Zither Immortal had to endure a little more hardship.

...

The winter plum blossoms fade amid the snow; the spring wind returns with the willows.

Another spring arrived. All of creation was revitalized, and a warmth spread across the land.

Even the frozen mountain streams began to burble and flow once more.

"My Lord."

Within the White Feathered Eagle Tribe, Lu Yao’s eyes lit up with joy when she saw Fang Yang.

Once, Lu Yao had been a mere slave whose tribe was destroyed and family was lost, with no cultivation to her name.

Now, Lu Yao had become a hegemon in her own right, renowned as a "Female Rakshasa," her might striking awe and fear into the hearts of countless people in the region.

It was worth mentioning that, bolstered by the fortune of the White Feathered Eagle Tribe, Lu Yao’s cultivation had reached Tier Five Peak. She had even condensed a grade-A Snow Simurgh Saint Body.

Her cultivation speed was even faster than that of the chosen ones from some venerable orthodoxies.

The price, however, was that she was bound to the White Feathered Eagle Tribe. There was only one path she could walk, with no turning back.

"How thoughtful of you." Fang Yang’s eyes lit up when he saw Lu Yao.

It was because Lu Yao was wearing the same robes she had on when they first met.

They were the distinctive leather robes of the Ten Thousand Birds Tribe—a long-sleeved, blue-and-white robe with green embroidery at the edges, giving the wearer a free and innocent air.

A white belt was tied around her waist, small flowers were woven into her thick, jet-black hair, and she wore white leather boots.

Her skin was slightly dark with a reddish undertone, a complexion characteristic of the steppe tribes.

But empowered by her cultivation, it brimmed with vitality.

Furthermore, her figure was exquisite and well-proportioned, like a plump sika deer, or even a ripe, juicy peach practically dripping from the branch.

"Be my woman. My promise to you still stands," Fang Yang said, opening his arms wide.

Her eyes misted over as boundless joy blossomed in her heart.

She had previously learned that the matriarch, Sen Hui, was willing to accept her.

Now that it was becoming a reality, her heart was filled with emotion.

From this day forward, she would finally have a place to truly belong.

She would never again have to fear that Fang Yang might abandon her!

"My Lord, I hope you will cherish me." Her incredibly alluring face was filled with sincerity.

Fang Yang nodded with a smile, gently scooped her up, and strode through the doorway.

The candlelight gradually dimmed, the light and shadows interweaving uncertainly.

Years ago, Fang Yang had discovered that Lu Yao was a natural-born seductress.

Although Lu Yao’s beauty was slightly inferior to that of Sen Hui and Yu Zither Immortal, the feeling she gave Fang Yang was in no way inferior.

In that instant, Fang Yang felt a different kind of pleasure.

These "Ten Famous Vessels"—possessing even one was enough to intoxicate a person, surpassing all the countless splendors of the mortal world.

Back when Fang Yang had used a dream to assassinate Chen Chenye, he had learned of this shocking secret.

He had also found out that Su Xi was one of the Ten Famous Vessels as well.

As for which one specifically, he wasn’t quite sure.

「One month later.」

Lu Yao gently caressed her belly, a faint smile on her face.

Fang Yang was speechless.

Yes, Lu Yao was also pregnant with his child.

One could only say that, as a being who was both Kunpeng and Golden Crow, his talents were truly extraordinary.