Chapter 152: Chapter 150: The Truth
The people living in the Xuan Domain were terrified by the sudden, immense disaster.
So now, wherever people gathered, the hidden story behind the incident was inevitably the topic of discussion.
All sorts of speculation and conspiracy theories were flying around.
No one knew if, one day, such a disaster would suddenly befall them.
For a time, panic spread among the populace.
On a deeper level, some Saints had already begun investigating the origin of the disaster.
"It was the work of the Human Desire Sect, an attempt to create a Blood Dragon Immortal Body."
This answer was nowhere near enough to convince the Saints of the great Golden Clans.
But as they delved deeper, they found themselves shrouded in fog, the truth difficult to discern.
Some Saints simply gave up the investigation. Based on their spiritual intuition, they immediately suspected that the boy, Sen Yue, had orchestrated the whole thing himself.
But, constrained by Sen Yue’s Great Saint father, they said nothing more.
Besides, the ones who died were just common rabble, like ants. Why should they make an enemy of a Great Saint over a few ants?
What’s more, Sen Yue had the potential of a Young Venerable.
Once he became a Saint, he might even be able to recreate the legendary feat of the Eternal Life Daoist Venerable—killing foes of a higher cultivation tier!
They were all members of the Golden Clans; there was no need to make an enemy of Sen Yue.
Even if Sen Yue was truly responsible, it was merely a minor, willful indulgence of power.
Investigations.
They were happening everywhere.
It wasn’t just the Saints seeking the truth; even Mortal Cultivators were trying to uncover the real story behind the disaster.
Wuxi Ferry.
The Aquamarine Palace.
Fang Min removed her battle armor and walked slowly to the peach blossom courtyard, where she sat down in the stone pavilion.
She gazed at the seat across from her, almost as if she could see Fang Yang sitting there. At once, she recalled the meaning he had tried to convey that day.
It felt as if she’d had a revelation, but she said nothing.
The next moment, she took out a flask of Peach Blossom Brew from her storage bag and drained it in one go, as if trying to forget everything.
Meanwhile, in the Hengyu Mountain Range, Fang Hao was also lost in thought.
Both of them understood that Fang Yang likely had some inkling of what lay behind the disaster.
But in truth, the cultivators of the Xuan Domain weren’t the only ones searching for answers.
The Saint Sect was pursuing the truth even more desperately!
The Saint Sect was so frustrated at being made a scapegoat for no reason that they could have spat blood.
They had always operated in the shadows and would never reveal their hand with such fanfare.
"The Bloodwing Dragon Bat might be an Alchemized Vile Beast unique to our Saint Sect, but that doesn’t prove the one who used it to cause this disaster is one of our own!"
We admit what we do. We didn’t do this.
Yue Nü was furious at being scapegoated.
After all, her group’s current objective was still figuring out how to tempt Fang Yang into depravity.
Where would they find the time or energy for such a massive, earth-shattering plot?
Just thinking about it made Yue Nü’s breathing hitch, and her hands itched to slap someone.
...
The Beast Rushing Mountain Range was territory under the command of the Thunder Punishment Banner.
The commander stationed here was none other than an acquaintance of Fang Yang’s.
Dongfang Mobai!
Many packs of Fierce Beasts dwelled within the Beast Rushing Mountain Range.
The northern part of the range was dominated by a pride of Northern Barbarian Lions, for among them was a Ten Thousand Beasts King!
A Ten Thousand Beasts King was equivalent in power to a mighty Tier Five Human Race Cultivator—strong enough to dominate an entire region.
Especially for a tyrannical Fierce Beast like the Northern Barbarian Lion.
Compared to the pride of Northern Barbarian Lions, Fang Yang’s White Feathered Eagle Bronze Tribe seemed utterly feeble.
But fortunately, Fang Yang was a scion of the Fang family, part of the Changkong!
The sky grew dim as layer upon layer of dark clouds gathered.
Soon, a fine, misty rain began to fall.
Rain was one of the most unwelcome conditions for a mass migration.
This was true even for Fang Yang’s White Feathered Eagle Bronze Tribe.
Fortunately, they were drawing ever closer to the Beast Rushing Mountain Range.
"Keep it up! Hang in there!"
"Watch over the elders and children! Don’t rush!"
"Help the person next to you! Go on, lend a hand..."
The sound of hooves thundered back and forth, and shouts echoed ceaselessly.
It had to be said, after this arduous migration, the unity of the White Feathered Eagle Bronze Tribe had risen to another level.
At this moment, Fang Yang circulated his True Essence, causing a wave of heat to rise from his body and evaporate the falling rain.
Astride his Frost Horse, he narrowed his eyes and gazed at the sky above the White Feathered Eagle Bronze Tribe.
Vaguely, he thought he could see a great Frost White eagle flapping its wings and soaring high, displaying a vitality greater than ever before.
[Destiny Manifestation]
Immediately, Fang Yang turned his gaze back to the White Feathered Eagle.
The White Feathered Eagle was sleeping with its eyes closed, its breaths exceptionally deep and long.
’The Bloodline Power is surging. It’s still undergoing a transformation...’ Fang Yang blinked, lost in thought.
’It seems a tribe’s strength doesn’t just depend on its numbers. You also have to ensure everyone’s hearts are aligned—that is, you have to maintain the purity of the group!’
As Fang Yang was lost in thought, they arrived at the Beast Rushing Mountain Range.
The mountains were majestic, and giant trees towered over them.
Peak after peak, rising and falling, stretched out in a dense, unbroken chain, their end impossible to see, like the legendary Ten Thousand Mountains.
And deep within this ancient mountain range was the army commanded by Dongfang Mobai.
It was a full hour’s walk before Fang Yang saw Dongfang Mobai. To his surprise, Dongfang Moran was also there.
Dongfang Moran’s expression was complex. "Fang Yang, I didn’t expect you to come to our territory. How is the White Feathered Eagle?"
Ever since his Nian He had been torn in two by the White Feathered Eagle, he had been unable to get Fang Yang out of his mind.
And he certainly hadn’t forgotten the White Feathered Eagle either.
He found it especially hard to let go after his sister gave the Marrow of the Soul Fish to Fang Yang as compensation.
Fang Yang smiled faintly. "Everything is well."
"What are you being so coy for?" Dongfang Mobai shoved her brother aside.
Dongfang Mobai’s clear eyes blinked as she stared at Fang Yang, nodding in satisfaction from time to time.
The six Frost White wings on her back fanned lightly, stirring a gentle breeze.
After a moment, she said with a grin:
"Tier Three Elementary Realm. You’re truly incredible. A cultivation speed like this is comparable to someone with a perfect-grade Spirit Body."
"Heh, here’s the Token for your territory. Good luck. Try to take care of that pride of Northern Barbarian Lions within half a month."
"You can either drive them out of the northern Beast Rushing Mountain Range or, of course, you can choose to kill them."
"I hope that by the next time we meet, you’ll have stepped into the realm of a Young Great Saint..."
Compared to their last meeting, her attitude was as pleasant as a spring breeze, and the change left Fang Yang momentarily stunned.
But when Fang Yang sensed the overflowing, irrepressible power surging within his own body, he instantly understood.
Things were different now.
Everything was different.
He had already converted a portion of his potential into real strength!
Fang Yang took the Token and left without a moment’s hesitation.
He had to go and prepare, to plan how he could deal with the Northern Barbarian Lion pride within half a month.
With the White Feathered Eagle Bronze Tribe alone, it was a nearly impossible task.
If he failed to complete this mission, the White Feathered Eagle Bronze Tribe would likely be forced to serve as a vanguard suicide squad, be broken and scattered, and ultimately cease to exist in all but name.
These were the consequences for failing to meet the deadline.
And the penalty Fang Yang faced for failure was still a relatively light one.
He could only assume this was partly due to his status as an Order-Bearer. But Fang Yang knew it was more likely because he was benefiting from Sen Hui’s influence.
In any case, both of Fang Yang’s clan uncles were Tier Five Great Cultivators.
No matter what, he had a safety net for this mission.
Therefore, Fang Yang wasn’t considering a small win or a medium one. He was aiming for a total victory!
