Chapter 275: Chapter 273: Bare-Handed Dragon Binding, Swift Talismans
To possess the power of the Saint Realm with a mortal body!
These dreamlike and awe-inspiring words swept through every corner of the Thunder Saint Academy like a raging hurricane, impossible for anyone to ignore.
Some rejoiced while others fretted. Reactions varied greatly.
Fang Yang was only twenty-three years old, not old at all.
In fact, he was still very young. On the path of cultivation, he was like a fledgling eagle just learning to fly.
Ordinarily, for someone his age, simply reaching the upper echelons of Tier Four would have been enough to earn him the title of Young Great Saint and praise from all corners.
But who could have predicted that he would also possess such extraordinary talent in one of the many arts of cultivation—that of a Talisman Master?
His current display of power was truly breathtaking.
And so, people couldn’t help but wonder: ’How on earth did he accomplish something like this?’
Everyone was mystified.
His extraordinary performance even led some to recall Sen Yue.
After all, Sen Yue had once suppressed a Saint with a mortal body, earning him the public recognition as a Young Venerable!
’Could it be that Fang Yang has the same potential?’
’Is Young Great Saint not his limit?’
All sorts of debates surrounding Fang Yang once again erupted.
Regardless, the fact that Fang Yang, through his skills as a Talisman Master, could unleash a single strike with the power of the Saint Realm had undoubtedly caused a massive uproar.
Even Fu Sheng Fairy, who hailed from the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life, was quite astonished when she first heard the news.
Fu Sheng Fairy was tall and slender, dressed in a simple Daoist robe. Her features were elegant, and she possessed an otherworldly air.
She arched an eyebrow slightly and nodded in admiration.
"I had heard of Fang Yang’s reputation back at the Daoist Mansion."
"I had assumed he would be Sen Wei’s Dao protector at most, but I never expected his own talent to be in no way inferior to Sen Yue’s."
"Cold Moon Great Saint, Sen Yue, Sen Wei, and Fang Yang... The Sen lineage is truly at the height of its power."
As she spoke, a hint of envy couldn’t help but creep into her tone.
Surrounding her were several Daoists and young acolytes.
Hearing Fu Sheng Fairy speak of Fang Yang with such high regard, their expressions changed instantly, and they were all deeply shaken.
One of them, a young girl named Sang Xiaowan.
The moment Sang Xiaowan heard the news, she bolted toward the adjacent courtyard.
She had to deliver this news to Senior Sister Qingyun!
Since ancient times, the Talisman Dao and the Array Dao have been considered two branches of the same tree. In this day and age, the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life had no Saint of the Array Dao, but it did have a Saint of the Talisman Dao—Fu Sheng Fairy.
For the time being, Yu Qingyun had become Fu Sheng Fairy’s student.
It was worth noting that schools like the Talisman Dao, Array Dao, and Alchemy Dao were all considered minor branches of the Refining Dao.
They were called minor branches because these schools could, at most, produce existences at the Great Sage Level, unlike paths such as the Food Dao or Soul Dao, which could produce beings at the Venerable level.
"Senior Sister, this is bad!"
"That Fang Yang can wield Saint Realm power using Talismans!!"
Her voice arrived before she did.
Sang Xiaowan shouted the news while still outside the courtyard gate.
Yu Qingyun, the courtyard’s owner, had yet to react to the news, but her guest, Murong Caiwei, went pale.
The power of the Saint Realm.
Fang Yang possessed the power of the Saint Realm through Talismans.
"Impossible..." Murong Caiwei shrieked.
Her ’fiancé,’ Minghai Dongli, couldn’t even do it. ’So on what grounds could Fang Yang?!’
The more she thought about it, the more her beautiful face twisted, and her composure began to crumble.
Beside her, Cairou’s face was also blank with shock.
Across from them, Yu Qingyun watched Murong Caiwei’s expression change, completely unperturbed. She thought to herself:
’A noble lady from a great house? Heaven’s favored daughter?’
’In the end, she’s just a hothouse flower. All form, no substance...’
Fang Yang’s accomplishment was certainly incredible, but after a flicker of surprise, Yu Qingyun quickly dismissed it, not giving it much thought.
Throughout her journey, she had seen far too many unbelievable prodigies.
But in the end, without exception, she had left them all in her dust, never to see even her shadow again.
She never put much faith in bloodlines or the prestige of noble houses.
She believed only in the power of the arrays in her own hands!
...
The Thunder Saint Academy existed within the Great World of Thunder Control.
It was an independent realm, but not entirely isolated from the outside world.
Thus, by the next morning, the four Pavilion Elders—Elder Hua, Elder Bird, Elder Yu, and Elder Chong—had also received the news about Fang Yang wielding Saint Realm power through Talismans.
The Changkong Clan.
The Sen Family Residence.
When Elder Hua first heard the news, he was momentarily stunned.
After a long moment, he remarked with a sigh, "Has it only been a few years? That fledgling, Fang Yang, has already grown to such heights."
Upon hearing this, Elders Bird, Yu, and Chong all fell silent for a moment.
Indeed, the boy from a minor, down-on-its-luck family, whose fate they could once mold and arrange as they pleased, was no longer a fledgling in the palm of their hands.
In what felt like the blink of an eye, this boy from a fallen family had made a complete turnaround. Like a great Dapeng spreading its wings to soar, he was gradually surpassing them, forcing them to crane their necks to watch his ascent.
Elder Bird’s gaze was distant. "The ’Carp Eagle’ Fang Nian of the past was nowhere near his level. If he continues to grow, I’m afraid he’ll already be a Saint by the time of the next Xuan-Yu War."
"It’s not a matter of ’afraid he’ll become a Saint’ by the next Xuan-Yu War; it’s a certainty." Elder Yu clasped his hands behind his back. "Wei’Er still needs to bear great fortune and strive for the Hundred-Year Celestial Mandate, but he has no such need."
Elder Chong shook his head with a wry smile.
"You’re all still looking at Fang Yang through an old lens. The Fang Yang of today is long beyond our ability to scheme against."
"Besides, the winds of change are stirring in this era. There are faint signs of a dawning Golden Age. What can we possibly do?"
What can we possibly do?
There is nothing we can do!
The unspoken conclusion to Elder Chong’s words made the gathering fall silent once more.
Compared to Fang Yang, who was as vibrant as the rising sun, the four of them were yesterday’s news, able to do little more than live out their remaining years in peace.
"Sigh. We’ll just have to trust in Yue’Er’s and Wei’Er’s wisdom," Elder Hua sighed.
"After all, Fang Yang would never harm Xiaohui."
A new emperor brings a new court.
Outside the arena of the Xuan-Yu War, this group of old relics could do nothing but choose to "trust."
「Elsewhere.」
The buzz around Fang Yang exploded, and his fame skyrocketed.
News that he could wield the power of the Saint Realm through Talismans spread throughout the clan, eventually reaching the ears of Mrs. Sen.
Mrs. Sen made a special trip into the Void Heaven and used Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint’s channel to ask Sen Hui about it.
After Mrs. Sen learned the details, she marveled at the news, believing that a true living Kunpeng was about to emerge.
And perhaps, in the coming Golden Age, the clan’s long-sealed true inheritance from a peak Venerable could finally be fully revived through Fang Yang’s hands!
’A living Kunpeng, is it?’ Mrs. Sen gazed toward the Fang family’s lands, a smile in her eyes.
...
「That night.」
Qinglian Dojo.
Sen Hui made a point to tell Fang Yang that Mrs. Sen had asked about their joint refinement of the Talisman Treasure.
"Ah Yang, my mother praised you especially! She said you were quick-witted and exceptionally deft with your hands."
"Hee hee, I think you’re amazing, too."
"After all, no one could have imagined that the Xuan-Yuan Talisman Treasure in your hands can now activate a Saint’s power three times..."
Sen Hui transformed into the leader of his personal fan club, lavishing him with praise.
She had already praised him before, of course, but she still thought he was incredible.
It went without saying that basking in Sen Hui’s adoring gaze, Fang Yang felt a deep sense of pleasure in both body and soul.
Meanwhile, Sen Wei, who had been in deep seclusion, wasn’t entirely clear on what had transpired.
Having just emerged, she was now hearing this astonishing news for the first time, and her heart was filled with shock and disbelief.
Facing Sen Wei’s doubtful gaze, Fang Yang smiled faintly. "I was only able to do it thanks to Xiaohui’s help."
Then, he held out his hand, and a small, silver sword materialized in his palm.
It let out a low cry like that of a Flood Dragon, leaking a sliver of sharp Sword Qi.
"My humble past is not worth a boast."
"Today, my bold thoughts freely roam."
"A dragon bound by hand, a talisman’s swift flight."
"In one day, I’ve seen all of fame’s flowers in bloom."
As he finished reciting the poem, a new aura began to emanate from his body.
Quasi-Master of two schools!
In that instant, all traces of doubt vanished from Sen Wei’s eyes.
Sen Wei’s expression softened slightly. "It seems I underestimated you. Now that I think about it, I’m not superior to you in every way."
It was a rare occasion indeed for her to admit that she was not Fang Yang’s equal in certain respects.
Hearing her sister’s words, Sen Hui felt as if she were walking on air, her heart filled with absolute delight.
It wasn’t just Sen Hui who was thrilled; Fang Yang also felt a secret sense of satisfaction.
But beyond his secret satisfaction, Fang Yang’s estimation of Sen Wei rose even higher, and he became a little more cautious of her.
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