Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

At that moment, they stood facing each other from a distance.

They stared at the two Dharma Aspects together, their expressions strange, and their bodies trembled.

"Fang... Fang Yang... Quick... think of... a way..."

Before long, Yu Zither Immortal's vision began to blur, and she mumbled incoherently.

She was already consumed by lust.

Fang Yang, on the other hand, remained clear-headed, yet he still couldn't come up with a solution in time.

This was because his body had already undergone a transformation, tempered by a vast amount of divine substance.

He was unable to break free from it in such a short amount of time.

"Fang... Yang..." The whites of Yu Zither Immortal's eyes began to show.

Even though she was a top-tier Young Great Saint and had even stepped into the Saint realm, her foundation was still far too shallow compared to Fang Yang's.

She possessed neither a Celestial Destiny Mark nor had she stepped into the realm of a Young Venerable.

It was remarkable that she had managed to resist this long under the tempering of the mysterious, true fire.

At that moment, she gazed at Fang Yang's figure, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

The deepest desire in her heart erupted violently.

With a soft HUM, her alluring eyes grew misty and watery, clouded with infatuation.

As the thought took hold, she took a light, graceful step. A rosy blush spread across her fair, radiant form.

At this point, she was convinced that this was all Fang Yang's design.

'Therefore, Fang Yang had to take responsibility!'

"Yu Zither Immortal, you've been bewitched." Fang Yang's eyes remained calm, like an ancient spring, deep and unfathomable.

"Fang Yang, are you even a man?" Yu Zither Immortal chided, her black hair shimmering as her straight legs grew weak.

In that instant, a cold glint flashed in Fang Yang's eyes as a long-buried thought resurfaced.

'In fact, his plans for the Yun Dynasty had already begun to solidify back on the dream battlefield.'

'Without a doubt, just as Han Wu had said, if he, Fang Yang, were to become Emperor, Sen Hui was destined to be his one and only Empress.'

'Yu Zither Immortal, however, was also part of his considerations.'

'Yu Zither Immortal's presence would be an excellent way for him to stabilize the Saints within the Saint Institute.'

'It's just that the scenario he'd envisioned for winning her over was nothing like this.'

'But now, this was an incredibly rare opportunity.'

"Presumptuous." A cold light flashed in Fang Yang's eyes as he reached out with a large hand.

In an instant, the scene changed again as the flames writhed like a dance of dragons and fish.

The Sea of Fire surged like the tide, roiling and churning—fierce, powerful, and utterly magnificent.

After an unknown amount of time, the Sea of Fire returned to its calm state.

Ahead, Yu Zither Immortal lay sleeping, bathed in a crystalline divine light.

Yu Zither Immortal, the Fusang Fairy.

She was his second woman.

To the outside world, the Fusang Fairy was a lofty figure, pursued by countless admirers. She was like a goddess from the moon palace—one could only gaze upon her from afar, never to touch.

Now that such a peerless woman had lost her composure for him, he should have been overjoyed.

But at this moment, his heart was calm, without the slightest ripple.

'For an "immortal monster" like him, it was truly difficult for anyone to enter his heart.'

But now, gazing at Yu Zither Immortal, he smiled nonetheless.

His white teeth gleamed, and the smile looked brilliant.

'Mid-Tier Six!'

He examined himself and was thrilled to discover that he had grown stronger again.

With Yu Zither Immortal's help, and with the aid of the divine fire in this place, his cultivation realm had actually leaped forward, breaking through to mid-Tier Six!

Not even three months had passed since he became a Saint.

To have achieved such astonishing growth... how could he not be delighted?

'Could it be that this, too, is part of Longevity Heaven's plan?'

Fang Yang gazed at the porcelain-skinned beauty, his eyes profound.

A hundred different feelings and considerations churned in his heart.

'He wondered if the Tier Seven opportunity his fortune had spoken of was to be found here.'

But after much thought, he was still uncertain.

But at this moment, he began to understand why Han Wu had brought Xiaohui to the Fusang Immortal Land to witness Yu Zither Immortal's ascension.

'It was because Han Wu also believed that Yu Zither Immortal was very likely to become his, Fang Yang's, second daoist partner!'

...

"Agh!"

Not long after, Yu Zither Immortal awoke.

The moment she opened her eyes, she let out a heart-wrenching cry of pain.

As she felt the brokenness of her body—especially the absence of her Primordial Yin—she regained her senses only to fall into a daze.

She simply raised her gaze and stared blankly at Fang Yang.

One moment her gaze was gentle, the next it was ice-cold, then it was filled with pain.

It was clear that her heart was in turmoil, her emotions a complex storm.

And as she faced Fang Yang's unchanging calm, her nose suddenly tingled, and she felt an overwhelming sense of grievance.

'She had considered becoming daoist partners with Fang Yang, but she'd never imagined it would happen this way.'

'She didn't dare hope for a grand wedding ceremony like Sen Hui's, but at the very least, it shouldn't have been like this.'

The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt.

Especially when Fang Yang continued to watch her with that same detached gaze. In that moment, she began to lose control.

"Fang Yang, can't you just try to comfort me?"

Yu Zither Immortal looked up, as hesitant and lost as a startled rabbit.

She forced a smile, as if trying to remain strong.

But from those alluring eyes, pearl-like tears began to fall, one after another. She was smiling through her tears.

"Do you think I'm a bad woman?"

"Do you think I'm despicable?"

Her eyes were misty with tears. Her voice, though beautiful, trembled uncontrollably.

She was so beautiful she was almost ethereal, pure and otherworldly, like an immortal banished to the mortal realm.

Yet at this moment, a certain frailty had appeared in her.

"What do you know about me? You don't know anything!"

"Yes, I can't help you soar to the heavens like Sen Hui can."

"But I, Yu Zither Immortal, am definitely not some despicable woman."