Free Web NovelChapter 251: Chapter 249: Launching an Attack
’A python becoming a Flood Dragon, an old dream relived?’
Fang Yang’s eyes narrowed, a glint flashing within them.
The appearance of a bloodline dream was actually within his expectations.
A similar situation had occurred when he refined the heart of the Black Moon Water Kun, involving the Carp Eagle’s Divine Feather.
However, if he recalled correctly, that scoundrel Fang Nian had never achieved a Spirit Body related to a Flood Dragon.
So, when the element of an "old dream relived" appeared, it immediately put him on high alert.
But when he saw the words "Successfully brave the dreamscape and obtain one Tier Seven opportunity," his pupils contracted violently.
A Tier Seven opportunity!
He had only encountered a few of these since his "Seek Fortune, Avoid Disaster" ability began working.
And every time one appeared, it was a chance that could very well alter a person’s destiny.
There was Sen Wei’s Cyan Lotus Saint Body, the Blissful Demon Venerable’s profound realm...
Therefore, with a Tier Seven opportunity now before him, his heart instantly began to pound wildly.
’Haaah... A great dream for one month, is it?’
He took a deep breath, clearing his mind of all distracting thoughts.
He then took out a brush and ink to write several letters, informing Sen Hui, Sen Wei, Fang Min, Fang Hao, and the others that he would be entering a period of closed-door cultivation.
After handling these miscellaneous matters, he returned to the White Frost Stone House.
He sealed the doors, activated the Array, and lay down to sleep.
Following the guidance, he entered the bloodline dream.
...
Time flowed on. Heroes rose and frequently ascended to sainthood.
Fang Nian knew he was getting old. If he didn’t risk it all for one last push, his potential would be exhausted, and becoming a Saint would be impossible.
After bidding farewell to Sen Yuanyuan and Qing Rushang, he set off alone for the Desolate Realm, determined to achieve sainthood...
Fang Yang mused,
’A Tier Three cultivator’s lifespan increases by two hundred years, while a Tier Six Saint’s increases by a thousand.’
’If you don’t become a Saint before you’re a hundred, there’s almost no chance afterward.’
’Fang Nian’s potential really was a bit lacking. But he’s heading to the Desolate Realm, not the Celestial Realm. That’s a little unexpected.’
From this third-person perspective, Fang Yang observed Fang Nian’s choices.
He couldn’t help but feel a little surprised.
Compared to the Celestial Realm, the Desolate Realm was a land of utter chaos, where factions were in a state of constant warfare.
Upon arriving in the Desolate Realm, Fang Nian, relying on his Alchemy Skill, accepted an invitation from Zhou Ludu, the Sect Leader of the Qingliu Sect, and became a guest elder, finding a temporary place to stay.
Perhaps by a stroke of luck, it wasn’t long before Fang Nian obtained an Inheritance Token for the Shuangxiang Mountain Blessed Land.
From then on, he began to lay his plans, all centered around the Shuangxiang Mountain Blessed Land.
He intended to use a sacrificial method to seize his chance at sainthood...
Fang Yang watched these scenes flash by like a cutscene, his expression unchanging.
He gathered bits and pieces of information:
’In this Qingliu Sect, aside from Sect Leader Zhou Ludu, Fang Nian is the strongest.’
’If it weren’t for the boost from the Sect Protection Array, I doubt even Zhou Ludu would be Fang Nian’s match.’
’Heh, interesting. Zhou Ludu covets Fang Nian’s Alchemist Doctor inheritance, while Fang Nian wants to use this local power for his own convenience...’
Gradually, he began to piece together information about Fang Nian’s identity, strength, and more.
He understood the goal of this dream trial:
—Using the Inheritance Token, he had to obtain a top-tier true inheritance and Sacred Material from within the Shuangxiang Mountain Blessed Land.
However, the further he watched, the more peculiar his expression became, because the fact that Fang Nian possessed the Inheritance Token had already been exposed!
Just as he was about to see how Fang Nian would handle this, a familiar tremor washed over him, making him slightly dizzy.
A smile appeared on his face. He knew this was the moment he would become Fang Nian.
...
Bloodline Dreamscape.
Desolate Realm, Cloud Lake Great Marsh.
Qingliu Sect, Main Hall.
"Elder Fang, I never thought you were such a fiend, harming the loyal and true!"
"Now that things have come to this, what do you have to say for yourself? Hand over the Inheritance Token for the Shuangxiang Mountain Blessed Land, now!"
The speaker was a beautiful young woman in a purple dress.
Her name was Zhang Aiqun, and she was Zhou Ludu’s most prized disciple.
Right now, Zhang Aiqun was spouting slander, colluding with elders like Tian Yigou to seize Fang Nian’s Inheritance Token, and even the Alchemist Doctor inheritance he possessed.
Just a moment ago, she had been berating Fang Nian with a self-righteous expression, accusing him of ambushing his peers, being an ungrateful traitor, and committing murder and arson.
But Fang Yang knew that Fang Nian hadn’t had the chance to do any of those things yet.
Fang Nian had only just arrived in the Desolate Realm and hadn’t committed any evil deeds.
"Hmph! What more can you say at this point? Surrender without a fight!"
Zhang Aiqun’s brows shot up in anger as she barked the order, causing the hearts of the surrounding law-enforcement disciples to tremble.
At this moment, the elders of the various peaks and the True Disciples in the Main Hall all stood to one side.
They watched the scene with cold indifference, waiting to see Fang Yang’s next move.
Meanwhile, Zhang Aiqun was inwardly smug, believing she had everything under control.
This Elder Fang, who only had his precious alchemy arts, would surely be captured by her.
She even began to fantasize about what kind of inheritance and Spiritual Objects she would obtain in the Shuangxiang Mountain Blessed Land after she acquired the Inheritance Token.
"Now that things have come to this, what more is there for me to say?"
Fang Yang retorted with a faint smile, "Where has the Sect Leader gone?"
"Hmph." A cold glint flashed in Zhang Aiqun’s eyes. "So you’ll accept your defeat completely, I’ll tell you: my master has gone to visit a friend."
"Oh? Visiting a friend? Then why didn’t you make your move against me when the Sect Leader was still here?" Fang Yang asked with a wide grin.
At this moment, Fang Yang was testing whether Sect Leader Zhou Ludu was truly absent from the sect.
Otherwise, with Zhou Ludu’s strength, especially if she used the Array, things could get troublesome for him.
Hearing this, the others’ expressions shifted, a thoughtful look entering their eyes.
’That’s right, why not confront Elder Fang when the Sect Leader was present?’
HUMMM... A tremor ran through the air. It was Fang Yang, releasing the aura of his formidable cultivation to scan for any trace of Zhou Ludu.
Gradually, some began to have second thoughts, no longer willing to remain.
"Master has always been merciful and treated you with great generosity."
Zhang Aiqun sneered, "If I didn’t make my move now, I’m afraid you scoundrel would just shamelessly hang around, pestering us endlessly!"
With the moral high ground supposedly in her grasp, Zhang Aiqun had no desire to waste any more words with Fang Yang.
Just as she was about to signal Tian Yigou and the other law-enforcement elders with her eyes, a clear laugh rang out.
Fang Yang laughed heartily. "So, the Sect Leader really isn’t in the sect."
Instantly, his gaze turned icy. The longsword at his waist suddenly let out a cry like a dragon’s roar as a cold light shot toward the ceiling.
With the Cold Sword in hand, he unleashed his aura completely. Without another word, he drew his blade and charged toward Zhang Aiqun.
This scene caused everyone present to turn pale with fright, while Zhang Aiqun’s face flushed red, and she flew into a thunderous rage.
Zhang Aiqun simply couldn’t understand. She clearly had righteousness on her side, and all the sect’s elders were standing with her.
The timing, the location, the support of the people—all the advantages were hers.
So why did this scoundrel, Elder Fang, still dare to draw his sword on her?
"Damn it! You ungrateful wolf!" Zhang Aiqun’s face twisted with savagery.
