Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

"A Thunder Dao Master..."

Sen Wei’s phoenix-like eyes brightened. She gave Fang Yang another look and said in surprise, "For you to have reached such a level at your age is truly not bad."

She tilted her head up slightly, calm and composed.

The next moment, she tapped lightly with her jade-like hand. A hint of Cyan Aura emerged, then transformed into a Cyan Lotus, spinning serenely.

Upon the lotus’s petals, vast amounts of Sword Qi, Sword Intent, and sword auras slowly materialized.

They formed into Sword Tigers and Sword Dragons that roared in the air, their sharpness so extreme it made everyone present shudder, their hair standing on end.

A Sword Dao Master!

Before Sen Wei, the great cauldron became visible to the naked eye, bathed in a silver-white brilliance, resembling a ferocious Sword Dragon.

Seeing this, the crowd’s hearts trembled with fear.

Everyone, except for Fang Yang, took three steps back.

"Ah Yang, catch."

Sen Wei’s eyes narrowed into a slight smile as she patted the great cauldron with her jade-like hand.

As she spoke, the great cauldron shot forward with a ferocious roar, like a Sword Dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

A cold light, like a river of stars, hung in the hall, illuminating the world in a silent chill.

Qing Mang was panicked, Mo Ran’s face turned pale, and Nanyu’s body trembled.

’How arrogant,’ Fang Yang’s eyes were as calm as an ancient well.

Outside the hall, snow fell heavily; inside, there was only silence.

The snow piled up, making the air colder; the sharp sword made the heart even colder.

The great cauldron, resembling a vicious Sword Dragon, seemed intent on freezing Fang Yang solid before crushing him to dust in a single blow.

But Fang Yang, instead of retreating, advanced. Dazzling violet lightning filled his body as he prepared to fight back with all his might!

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, he actually strode forward and threw a punch. The punch flew like a dragon, and vast amounts of lightning shot out in all directions.

BOOM—

A majestic shockwave erupted as sword auras and electric light billowed and flowed.

The great cauldron was brought to a standstill in mid-air!

However, the faces of everyone present flushed red, their breathing ragged, as if they were facing a life-or-death crisis.

They seemed to see a ball of bright, orange-yellow flame suddenly appear in the void, burning hotter and hotter.

If they could endure the pressure, they would surely gain some insight.

But the billowing Sword Qi and overflowing electric light were suffocating them.

’We have to go. If we don’t, we’ll die!’

There is great terror in the face of death. One by one, the young prodigies were frightened into fleeing in disarray.

In the end, only those in the nine main seats remained inside the main hall—Qing Mang, Mo Ran, Nanyu, and the others.

But even they were forced back into a corner, staring in absolute shock at Fang Yang and Sen Wei in the center of the hall.

"Fang Yang can actually contend with Sen Wei?"

Those remaining were dumbfounded, looking at Fang Yang in disbelief.

Never mind them, even the four Pavilion Elders and other old fossils hiding in the shadows were completely taken aback, staring blankly at Fang Yang.

Who exactly was Sen Wei?

The Daughter of the Great Saint!

The Cyan Lotus Saint Body!

She had even inherited a portion of a vast destiny thanks to Sen Yue, making her the equivalent of a Crown Prince of an entire domain.

And Fang Yang?

Heh, Fang Yang had none of that to his name.

Inside and outside the main hall, the Array surged and thrummed.

Meanwhile, the two in the center struggled with all their might, locked in a fierce contest.

At this moment, the corners of Sen Wei’s mouth curved upwards. She found this quite interesting.

She raised her fair hand again, and the void instantly filled with Cyan Aura, like a sky full of dancing willow branches pressing down from all directions.

A Wood Dao Master!

Sen Wei was a master of both the Wood Dao School and the Sword Dao School—a dual-school master!

Everyone was utterly speechless, their eyes filled with incredulity. They looked at Fang Yang with great pity.

That’s a dual-master attainment! Even some of the most lauded prodigies probably couldn’t match this.

And when they recalled Sen Wei’s age, how could they not be shocked?

To call her a young Great Saint was no exaggeration at all.

But for Sen Wei, it somehow seemed perfectly reasonable.

At this moment, Nanyu, Mo Ran, Qing Mang, Lin Tianxue, and the others were all silent.

In the void, the great cauldron thundered without end.

Fang Yang’s expression was calm. He no longer tried to guess Sen Wei’s intentions.

He focused his gaze only on the great cauldron and on Sen Wei’s hand.

A hand as white as jade, so transcendent, so absolute, surrounded by a sacred halo.

It seemed to have always been the master of mortals, ghosts, and gods—the ruler of all things in heaven and earth.

It was irresistible, insurmountable.

Fang Yang knew that among their peers, Sen Wei was someone everyone had to look up to, an almost unbeatable opponent.

But this was a scholarly duel, not a battle to the death.

’I want to win. I have a chance to win!’

At this moment, Fang Yang’s mind was clear, and many new insights regarding the Thunder Dao School suddenly arose within him.

Furthermore, a majestic power surged through his body, swelling to nearly ten, even a hundred times its previous strength.

He resolutely took another step forward. His left foot traced an arc while his right foot stood firm, and his hands moved in the pushing and swinging motions of Tai Chi’s Cloud Hands.

In the void, a vast Fierce Flame suddenly blazed to life. A blazing Fire Eagle was born from it, which then flapped its wings and transformed into a roc.

A Fire Dao Master!

"How is that possible?"

The crowd was speechless, dumbfounded. An uproar ensued.

No one had ever imagined that Fang Yang would also have the attainments of a dual-school master.

But to either side of Fang Yang, violet lightning formed a kun-fish, while the Fierce Flame became a roc.

Such a wondrous sight forced them to believe it.

In that instant, Nanyu, Mo Ran, Qing Mang, Lin Tianxue, and the others all felt as if their bodies were about to split apart.

They could accept being far inferior to Sen Wei, but they found it difficult to accept being inferior to Fang Yang.

Because Fang Yang’s background was completely beneath theirs—it was a world of difference!

BANG—

Triggered by this, the Array inside the hall flared up in an instant, releasing a sharp Evil Qi.

This sharp Evil Qi actually forced Nanyu, Mo Ran, Qing Mang, Lin Tianxue, and the others to retreat step by step.

No matter how unwilling they were in their hearts, they could only retreat in a sorry state.

The view inside and outside the main hall even became a hazy Chaos, and only Sen Hui was able to clearly observe Fang Yang and Sen Wei’s actions.

"Sister, Ah Yang..." Sen Hui clenched her small hands, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead.

Sen Hui couldn’t help but worry and feel concerned.

One was her sister, whom she feared but who was also very close to her.

The other was her true love, someone she had come to rely on and had decided to spend her life with, supporting each other through thick and thin.

Both of them were incredibly important to her.

It wasn’t that important to her who won or lost.

But now, this scholarly duel was showing signs of escalating beyond expectations. How could she not feel panicked?

Inside the great hall, the light was dazzling.

At this moment, Sen Wei held her head high with pride, like a lofty empress.

With one hand behind her back, she let out a light laugh. "Fang Yang, I didn’t expect you to have this kind of ability. Not bad, not bad at all."

Fang Yang showed a faint smile. "Perhaps..."

Suddenly, both of them narrowed their eyes at the same time and fell silent.

At this moment, they both understood that neither of them was the type to be content playing second fiddle.

Perhaps Sen Wei was far ahead for now, but Fang Yang, who was already beginning to show his formidable talent, was gradually revealing the wolf-like ambition of one who thinks, ’I can take her place’.

In short, they both came to a consensus: without Sen Hui acting as a bridge between them, they would inevitably clash sooner or later.

This seemed incredible. On what basis could Fang Yang possibly contend with Sen Wei?

But Sen Wei just had a feeling in her heart!

’That’s right, though. If he wasn’t like this, on what basis would he be worthy of Sen Hui?’

Thinking of this, the corners of Sen Wei’s mouth lifted. She found it very interesting, but she had no intention of suppressing Fang Yang because of it.

Because if something were to happen to her and her brother, then Fang Yang could indeed shelter a piece of the world and support her younger sister, Sen Hui.

But...