Chapter 168: Chapter 166: Relentless Pestering
A blizzard raged, the wind cutting to the bone as frost and snow swirled about.
The line between heaven and earth blurred into a vast expanse of white. Vision was completely obscured by the whiteout, making it difficult to see.
"Ah Le, where do you think you’re going? Get back here!"
Uncle Qi blocked Zhang Le’s path, preventing him from going any farther.
They were currently within the legacy grounds of a Saint known as the White Eagle Elder.
This White Eagle Elder was no ordinary figure; he was a Saint from the Sen clan.
Not only that, but he was also the master of the Carp Eagle Saint, Fang Nian, and the Crocodile Finch Saint, Zhang Chi.
However, the ones exploring the main parts of the legacy were from the Sen clan. The Zhangs were merely here to pick up the scraps.
But even so, the opportunities were still incredible.
At the very least, Zhang Ye had sensed an opportunity here to upgrade his Spirit Body to a first-grade one!
’That old geezer’s legacy?’
Within Zhang Le’s sea of consciousness, Zhang Chi’s Demonic Thought gnashed its teeth. ’That old man is incredibly cunning. The opportunities here will never fall into the hands of anyone outside the Sen clan!’
Zhang Chi’s Demonic Thought took a deep breath and spoke gently in his mind, "Xiaolezi, refuse him tactfully. It’s impossible for you people to obtain the opportunities this legacy holds."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Le’s heart began to pound wildly.
In that moment, Zhang Le felt his blood run hot. A force welled up inside him, giving him the courage to defy his Uncle Qi.
The sensation was thrilling—a feeling of rebellion he had never known before.
He puffed out his chest and said in a deep voice, "Uncle Qi, let’s go to the Black Moon Great Saint’s legacy grounds. It’s obvious we won’t find any opportunities here."
Huh?
The moment he spoke, the surrounding Zhang clansmen looked up. Zhang Ye and Uncle Qi, in particular, stared at Zhang Le in astonishment.
These were not the kind of words Zhang Le would ever say.
Zhang Ye, in particular, narrowed his eyes, studying him intently.
...
「Elsewhere.」
Riding his Flying Boat, Qingmang had already arrived at the Black Moon Great Saint’s legacy grounds.
He leaped down from the Flying Boat, his body transforming into an electric python. Wielding lightning, he managed to fly briefly through the empty air.
If Fang Yang thought he could still use his aerial advantage to kite him, he was sorely mistaken.
"Fang Yang... Fang Yang..."
Qingmang’s feet hit the ground, and he began frantically searching for any sign of Fang Yang.
Ever since his spirit had been crushed by Fang Yang, he had been forced to return to his clan and undergo a brutal training regimen from his ancestor.
With his ancestor’s help, he had endured one life-or-death trial after another, killing nearly a hundred Fierce Beasts of his own tier. The Evil Qi surrounding him had almost condensed into a physical form, swirling like mist and clouds.
To say nothing of the Tier Three Elementary Purple Gold Electric Python at his side.
This Purple Gold Electric Python was far more powerful and savage than his last one; it could absolutely crush a White Feathered Eagle!
"It’s not just that I have to win... I have to show everyone that I will reclaim the glory I lost with my own two hands..."
Qingmang’s gaze was resolute. The trident in his hand pulsed with electric light, crackling audibly.
This battle held extraordinary significance for him.
It wasn’t just about his ancestor’s honor, but also about the treatment he would receive at the Thunder Saint Academy after the Battle of Thunder Control!
With the help of his older cousin, Qingkong, Qingmang soon found Fang Yang.
...
A bright moon hung in the sky, its faint radiance spilling down.
It cast a rare light through the dense black smoke.
Besides, once Cultivators reached Tier Two, they could generally see in the dark.
Thus, no one suffered any embarrassing mishaps among the towering mountain ranges.
Instead, everyone was now standing atop various peaks, looking down into the valley below with great interest.
Down in the valley, Fang Yang and Qingmang stood in a standoff.
Qingmang brandished his trident, his expression serious. "Fang Yang, duel me!"
He had issued the challenge the moment they met.
But Fang Yang simply glanced at the moon before refusing without a second thought. "I have important matters to attend to. If you’re so desperate to prove you’re the champion of our generation, you should go look for Eldest Miss Sen Wei!"
’Me, duel Sen Wei?!’
Qingmang froze, completely speechless.
He’d have to be insane to challenge Sen Wei. She was far beyond the level of competition among her peers.
Forget him—if not for his cousin Qingkong, who was a Dao Seed, there probably wouldn’t be a single person in the Qing clan’s younger generation capable of restraining Sen Wei.
"It’s true. If Qingmang really wants to be the champion, how could he dare to provoke the Eldest Miss Sen?"
"A perfect-grade Sacred Body is something Qingmang can’t even fathom. It seems his dream of becoming this generation’s champion is over."
"Heh, say what you will, but at the end of the day, Fang Yang still doesn’t dare to accept Qingmang’s challenge..."
The crowd buzzed with discussion.
The clamor rose like a tidal wave, spreading in all directions and making Qingmang feel dizzy and agitated.
Yuming observed this, looking thoughtful. His understanding of Fang Yang’s temperament deepened.
Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Fang Yang strode out of the valley.
With the show over, the crowd scattered, each going about their own business.
But...
The tree may prefer stillness, but the wind will not subside.
Qingmang, for his part, was unwilling to give up on challenging Fang Yang.
At that moment, Fang Yang looked up at the dim moon, a flicker of urgency in his heart.
In another six hours, the moon would reveal the void of the Black Kun.
He needed to be at the northern end of Guanlin at that exact moment to seize an evolving Tier Four opportunity.
Sensing Qingmang’s presence again, Fang Yang’s brow furrowed slightly.
Just then, a voice transmission from the "Dao Seed," Qingkong, entered his mind. "Fang Yang, could you please accept Qingmang’s challenge? Whatever the outcome, I’ll owe you a favor and reward you generously!"
Fang Yang wasn’t the only one feeling impatient; Qingkong was so mortified he wanted to hit someone.
His younger cousin Qingmang’s behavior was simply disgraceful.
’He isn’t pursuing a girl, so what’s the point of this relentless pestering?’
’Besides, using a tactic as shameless as relentless pestering even when wooing a woman is utterly despicable and would most likely get you beaten to a pulp!’
Fang Yang let out a soft breath and glanced at his clan uncle and older clan sister.
He saw them give a slight nod, then a slight shake of their heads. Their meaning was clear: Qingkong’s words could be trusted, but the decision to accept the challenge was his alone.
As a Dao Seed, Qingkong’s word was trustworthy.
After all, they were both people of the Changkong clan; they were bound to cross paths sooner or later.
Seeing this, and with his time running short, Fang Yang made his decision: he would accept Qingmang’s challenge.
The night breeze blew gently.
Black mist obscured the moon.
Down in a valley, Fang Yang and Qingmang faced off once more.
In the air above, a crowd of curious onlookers had gathered.
Chen Qingrou, for instance, was among them.
She was Chen Ying’s younger cousin.
She took out a Memory Stone and began recording the scene in the valley.
The corners of her mouth curled up in a smug grin. ’Oh, Sister Ying, just watch me use this to blackmail the daylights out of you.’
BOOM—
Suddenly, a massive explosion erupted in the valley.
It turned out Fang Yang had no intention of wasting time on words and had directly unleashed his ultimate technique, the Celestial Eagle Cross Spear.
Forced to react, Qingmang activated his own ultimate technique and clashed with Fang Yang.
The two entered a combat frenzy in an instant. Streaks of purple-gold and crimson-purple light flashed through the air, and the roar of thunder was incessant.
