Chapter 169: Chapter 167: Willingly Degenerating? Broad-minded
"They’re really fighting?"
Yuming was taken aback, but his surprise quickly turned to scorn. He thought,
’You, Fang Yang, only have what you have today because you rely on Sen Hui. You’re nothing more than her boy toy, a kept man.
In a head-on clash of raw power, how could you possibly beat Qingmang?
Once you enter the Thunder Saint Academy, not even Sen Hui will be able to protect you!’
As a fellow leader, he was not as carefree and relaxed as Lin Yaoguang.
Towards a junior like Fang Yang, his attitude was mostly one of indifference, as he looked down on Fang Yang’s opportunism.
BOOM...
KABOOM...
RUMBLE...
Another clash of spear and trident at close quarters.
Qingmang’s qi and blood were vigorous and his strength immense, like a young Fierce Beast. The swing of his trident compressed the very air.
But Fang Yang had also been baptized by the Carp Eagle’s Divine Feather and other Spiritual Objects, not to mention he was at the higher realm of Tier Three Middle.
Perhaps Fang Yang lacked techniques for long-range attacks.
But in a close-quarters brawl, Fang Yang was confident he wouldn’t lose to any of his peers!
At this moment, Fang Yang’s expression was unchanged as he raised his Crimson Purple Battle Lance again.
Within his body, the Fiery Flame Pill Cauldron and Thunderous Pill Cauldron madly absorbed Primordial Qi. From the tip of the lance, a stream of lightning and fire, like a bolt of silk, blasted out once more.
Points of starlight glittered as one Fire Eagle Thunder Carp after another thrashed about, spun by the spear’s glow.
Qingmang breathed in the world’s Primordial Qi and tightened his grip on the trident. Purple Gold Thunderbolt surged from its tip like a flowing river, forming the shape of a lightning dragon.
The spear and trident collided. The sound of thunder was incessant, and a great light illuminated the surroundings.
The entire valley was lit up, revealing its battered and broken state.
However, what shocked everyone was that Fang Yang actually had the upper hand, forcefully suppressing Qingmang!
This was far too shocking.
Both Qingmang and his Purple Gold Electric Python were at the Tier Three Elementary realm.
On Fang Yang’s side, only Fang Yang himself was Tier Three Middle, while his Pet Beast was merely Tier Two.
"Fang Yang has really built up some incredible momentum..."
It was unclear who had said it, but no one refuted it.
And it was true. Under their watchful eyes, Fang Yang’s style was brilliant as he easily suppressed Qingmang.
And the various techniques Qingmang was so proud of had been almost completely neutralized by Fang Yang, one by one.
"AHHH—" Qingmang roared in fury and swung his trident again.
With the force of a raging river, a volcanic eruption, or the heavens themselves pouring down, an incomparably brilliant bolt of lightning descended from the trident’s tip.
This killer move was powerful enough to threaten a Tier Four Cultivator!
A cold light flared in Fang Yang’s eyes, his black hair whipping around him.
He didn’t waste words, simply tensing his wrist and tightening his grip on the battle lance.
With a RUMBLE, his aura instantly surged, as tumultuous as a vast ocean, stirring up powerful gales.
A pair of great wings of lightning and fire beat fiercely behind him, and between them, the faint image of a crimson and purple yin-yang fish diagram appeared!
RUMBLE—
The two clashed head-on once more.
An incredibly resplendent lightning flash illuminated several mountain peaks. CRACKLING electric currents spread in all directions, instantly drawing wretched screams from the Fierce Beasts.
Some Tier Three Cultivators began to bleed from their eyes and ears, forced to shut their eyes tight and cover their ears with their hands.
Gradually, the lightning faded and the dust settled.
In the flattened valley, Qingmang was half-kneeling in a pool of blood, and his Purple Gold Electric Python had fallen unconscious.
In contrast, Fang Yang stood proudly in the void, a heroic and imposing figure.
Defeated!
Qingmang was defeated!
He had been utterly suppressed by Fang Yang the entire time, without the slightest chance of victory!
This result left Qingmang stunned.
The others, seeing Qingmang looking like his entire world had been shattered, broke into an uproar.
"This can’t be real. The gap is actually that huge."
"I think Qingmang would’ve been better off not using his ultimate move and just ganging up on Fang Yang with his Purple Gold Electric Python."
"That wouldn’t have worked either. Fang Yang has wings of Primordial Qi, he wouldn’t have been in a hurry..."
The scene before them left many dumbfounded, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Meanwhile, Chen Qingrou, who was holding the Memory Stone, stared at Fang Yang with shining eyes.
She seemed to understand why her older cousin, despite knowing Fang Yang was like poison, was still so infatuated with him.
Among his peers, Fang Yang’s flair was truly peerless!
"Fang Yang..." Yuming let out a soft sigh.
A sense of urgency welled up in Yuming’s heart.
He had to obtain the [Heart of the Black Moon Water Kun] Spiritual Object.
Otherwise, he might end up like Qingmang, completely suppressed by Fang Yang.
He had no desire to become a stepping stone for Fang Yang. Of course, the most important thing right now was to get the catalyst for the [Heart of the Black Moon Water Kun]!
...
After the battle concluded, Qingmang was still in a daze.
Seeing this, Qingkong, the ’Dao Seed,’ let out a sigh of relief.
He sent a mental transmission: "Fang Yang, my thanks. Also, if possible, don’t leave this place just yet. I plan to make a trip to Soul Falling Black Mountain."
The implication was that if he gained anything from his trip to Soul Falling Black Mountain, he would gift some Spiritual Objects to Fang Yang.
With a WHOOSH of wind, Qingkong left with his younger cousin, Qingmang.
Fang Yang, having no interest in being stared at like a monkey in a circus, also left with his clan uncle and sister.
At this time, the bright moon had not yet revealed the Black Kun Illusion, but there were signs of it beginning to form.
The thick black smoke continued to spread beneath the night sky.
Among the towering mountains, insects and venomous snakes occasionally appeared.
"Ah Yang, I never thought you were this incredible," his clan sister, Fang Min, said with a faint smile.
Fang Yang’s expression was calm. "Battles and slaughter are merely for protecting the Dao. Sister Min, you’re overthinking it."
As he spoke, his black and white Daoist robes fluttered, carrying a faint, ethereal Dao rhythm.
Vaguely, Fang Min thought she saw a shadow of Sen Yue in him.
This change made Fang Min click her tongue in wonder, thinking Fang Yang must have received some profound teaching.
Faced with his clan sister’s scrutiny, Fang Yang’s expression remained unchanged, perfectly serene.
He wore the black and white Daoist robes only because he wanted to attune himself to the Yin Yang Dao diagram through every aspect of his life—clothing, food, shelter, and travel—and align with the Kun-Peng transformation. It was not to imitate Sen Yue.
At this moment, following the sheepskin map, Fang Yang had already led his clan uncle and sister to the northern end of Guanlin.
He raised his head, gazing at the sky and silently waiting for the moment the Black Kun Illusion would appear on the bright moon.
The other two were confused, but thanks to his previous exploits on Heart Lake Island, they didn’t ask too many questions.
「Half an hour later.」
Fang Yang’s eyes suddenly lit up.
The dense black smoke in the sky had gathered together, forming a massive Black Kun Illusion that seemed to want to obscure the moon, to swallow it whole!
Just then, the heavens and the earth rumbled.
And at a spot in northern Guanlin, a multitude of black vines suddenly sprouted from the ground, dense and packed together like ten thousand snakes emerging at once.
BUZZ... An illusion of a Cyan Simurgh Bird appeared behind Fang Min, instantly generating a vast, pure white Sword Qi that halted the black vines’ advance.
In the midst of this, the [Carp Eagle Divine Feather] in Fang Yang’s Void Acupoint True Essence Sea began to glow faintly, as if calling out to something.
With a PLOP, like a fish leaping from water, a ball of black, treasured light appeared before Fang Yang.
The treasured light faded, revealing its true form: a black vine.
[Black Moon Vine]
In that instant, a piece of information flowed into Fang Yang’s mind:
"Black Moon Vine, a Tier Four Spiritual Object. When activated, it can grow rapidly in water, enough to cover an entire sea region. This is the Spiritual Object the Black Moon Water Kun most loves to eat..."
Seeing the treasure in Fang Yang’s hand, Second Uncle Fang and Fang Min clicked their tongues in amazement.
At this moment, they couldn’t help but recall the scene back on Heart Lake Island.
Before long, Fang Yang put it away and slowly departed with his clan uncle and sister.
The northern end of Guanlin returned to peace once more.
「Fifteen minutes later.」
Yuming rushed from the southern end of Guanlin to the northern end.
However, what he saw was a mountainside covered in heaps of broken vines!
He immediately understood that someone had beaten him to it, intercepting and taking the [Black Moon Vine] Spiritual Object.
"AHHH—"
Yuming roared in fury, "Damn it, who was it!"
He howled with rage, fire erupting from his eyes as he randomly smashed his fists and palms into the ground.
RUMBLE...
The northern end of Guanlin was instantly blasted apart, causing landslides and sending dust and stones flying.
But he was still hopping mad.
He couldn’t stand it. He absolutely could not stand the thought of Fang Yang using him as a stepping stone.
He was unwilling to give up and resign himself to mediocrity like Lin Yaoguang.
The mere thought of a junior like Fang Yang completely surpassing him made him so frustrated he wanted to spit blood.
