Chapter 120: Chapter 118: 7th Tier Opportunity

Early morning.

The weather was perfect, not a cloud in the sky.

The Snow Swallow Bronze Tribe had already cleaned their encampment from top to bottom.

At that moment, led by the Snow Swallow Clan Leader, a group of people was waiting for Fang Yang and his retinue to arrive.

Among them, a slender young man in a black robe stood out, looking somewhat out of place.

Compared to the upper echelons of the Snow Swallow Bronze Tribe, he was just so young!

His name was Wu Zhou, a genius who possessed a Grade C Spirit Body!

"Wu Zhou, when you see the Enforcement Officer in a moment, you must learn to restrain yourself, no matter how unreasonable he is..." the Snow Swallow Clan Leader pleaded earnestly, terrified that his prized disciple would meet with disaster.

Wu Zhou nodded gently and smiled. "Rest assured, Master. I understand."

Hearing this, the Snow Swallow Clan Leader was instantly relieved, and the other elders also breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Zhou did not make promises lightly, and when he did, his word was worth a thousand pieces of gold.

But Wu Zhou lowered his gaze, his mind racing.

In truth, he wasn’t from the Xuan Domain, nor was his name Wu Zhou. It was Friday.

Wu Zhou, Friday.

His name was his designation: Daoist Soldier Friday.

He had come from the distant Tian Domain, from the legendary Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life, a humble Daoist Soldier who had deserted and fled!

Two years ago, after he became able to absorb Primordial Qi, he had deliberately set up a scheme.

After paying a heavy price, he finally made his way to the Xuan Domain to hide himself.

’Changkong Fang Yang, a son of the Changkong clan, now the Qilin of the Fang Clan.

He’s the strongest of his generation, possesses a Grade A Carp Eagle Spirit Body, and could be considered a young Saint...’

Friday... that is, Wu Zhou, felt a pang of envy.

A background as good as Fang Yang’s already put him ahead of ninety percent of the cultivators in the world.

Such fortune was truly incredible!

Just as Wu Zhou was lost in thought, the ground began to tremble as if there were an earthquake.

He snapped his head up and saw dust billowing in the distance.

A vast, surging "black tide" rushed toward them, terrifyingly powerful, as if it intended to completely destroy the Snow Swallow Bronze Tribe.

They were here!

Fang Yang and his troops had finally arrived.

RUMBLE—

The thundering of hooves was incessant, accompanied by the reverberating beat of war drums.

Fang Yang’s army did not halt immediately.

They first took some time to split their forces and encircle the Snow Swallow Bronze Tribe’s encampment.

Only then did they come to a stop.

"The Snow Swallow Bronze Tribe. We’ve finally arrived."

Fang Yang, mounted on a fine steed, gazed at the Snow Swallow Bronze Tribe.

It was a tribe brimming with vigor, exuding a positive and upwardly-striving energy.

From a distance, their settlement looked like a white swallow lying dormant in its nest, which was quite extraordinary.

"My Lord." "Your Excellency, the Enforcement Officer..."

Led by the Snow Swallow Clan Leader, the upper echelons of the Snow Swallow Bronze Tribe all bowed with cupped hands toward Fang Yang—a truly astonishing scene.

At that moment, even Fang Duanhai’s eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

Such power, such majesty, was truly worthy of the third-rank official title: Enforcement Officer.

"Mm, let’s go inspect the incense-offering Divine Temple first," Fang Yang said softly, motioning for the Snow Swallow Clan Leader to lead the way.

Before long, the leaders of both sides headed toward the center of the encampment.

Soon, they arrived at the Snow Swallow Bronze Tribe’s incense-offering Divine Temple.

It was a clean and simple, medium-sized Divine Temple, built in strict accordance with regulations.

Fang Yang stood outside the Divine Temple, watching the members of the Xueyan Race worship the immortal crane totem. Incense burned continuously, its smoke coiling in the air.

"My Lord, since receiving the order three days ago, my tribe has worked day and night to build this, and we have finally completed it.

Afterward, I ordered my people to worship here day and night. When I have free time, I also come here to pay my respects," the Snow Swallow Clan Leader said with a sincere expression.

He even clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully to the immortal crane totem inside the Divine Temple.

Fang Yang didn’t respond right away. His gaze swept past Second Uncle Fang and finally landed on Fang Duanhai.

"Centurion, go inside and take a look. Snow Swallow Clan Leader, you will also send someone to accompany him," Fang Yang commanded.

Fang Duanhai stepped out from the crowd.

From the other side, Wu Zhou was also assigned to go.

The two of them went inside together.

A short while later, they came out together.

However, the expression on Wu Zhou’s face wasn’t pleasant; he looked to be suppressing his anger.

Because just moments before, Fang Duanhai had tried to abuse his public office for personal gain, threatening Wu Zhou to offer up cultivation resources.

If he didn’t, Fang Duanhai would declare their temple non-compliant, forcing them to accept punishment and then rebuild it!

Faced with this situation, being the weaker party, he had no choice but to accept.

’Is this your doing, Fang Yang?’

’But you shouldn’t be short on these kinds of resources.’

’...I’m not going to think about him anymore. I should focus on where the True Blood of the Vermilion Bird might be.’

Though Wu Zhou’s face was flushed with anger, his mind was perfectly clear.

Thieves passing through are like a comb, soldiers like a fine-toothed comb, and officials like a razor.

Only after they had eaten and drunk their fill did Fang Yang finally lead his troops away.

However, they left behind a broken Snow Swallow Bronze Tribe, no longer possessing its former vigor.

On this trip, Fang Yang may not have intended to extort them, but his soldiers certainly did.

This was precisely why his adjutant, Lin Keyi, had guessed that the Wind Sparrow Bronze Tribe would seek help from Lin Tianxue, asking her to return and stand guard to avoid being plundered by the army.

The Snow Swallow Bronze Tribe.

The Forestwood Wolf Bronze Tribe.

The Thunderstruck Dove Tribe...

Nine unranked tribes, all inspected and approved.

Of the five great Bronze Tribes, all except the Wind Sparrow Bronze Tribe had also been inspected and deemed to have passed.

Now, only the Wind Sparrow Bronze Tribe remained.

"RUMBLE—"

Another tremor shook the mountains and the earth, sending dust billowing into the air.

And within the command tent of the Wind Sparrow Tribe, Lin Tianxue, who had been sitting steadily, slowly opened her phoenix eyes.

Beside her, her guardian—her third aunt, Lin Qianying—also slowly gathered her energy and focused her mind.

Lin Tianxue, the favored daughter of the Lin Clan, had once competed against Fang Yang on the same stage.

Although she was ultimately defeated by Fang Yang, she was still an exceptionally powerful young prodigy.

"Fang Yang, I never imagined we would meet again under circumstances like these."

"I hope we can talk our way to a good outcome."

Lin Tianxue stood up and walked outside.

Lin Sangu followed close behind, providing support.

Yellow sand filled the sky, and dark clouds gathered overhead.

The atmosphere ahead was somewhat oppressive.

When Lin Tianxue saw Fang Yang, she said softly, "Cousin Fang, long time no see. May I have a word with you in private?"

Fang Yang was surprised, but he still urged his horse forward before dismounting.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the figures of Fang Yang and Lin Tianxue walked further and further away.

Lin Tianxue’s voice was then heard, transmitted via a secret technique:

"Cousin Fang, I’ve discovered a brand-new mystic realm.

This mystic realm seems to be a treasure land formed from the aftermath of a battle between Saint Realm beings.

It’s nearby. Do you want to go explore it with me right now?"

Clearly, Lin Tianxue wanted to make a deal with Fang Yang.

She wanted Fang Yang’s army to leave the Wind Sparrow Tribe untouched, and in return, she would take him to explore the new mystic realm.

Hearing this, Fang Yang fell silent in thought.

As he was pondering, the ball of light in his mind suddenly flickered, and words materialized:

[A great treasure has appeared, the mystic realm is hidden. Use various items as guides to find the true traces.]

Then, four fortunes appeared:

[Supreme Fortune: Enter the mystic realm. With the Carp Eagle as your guide, move in secret. You can obtain a Tier Seven opportunity. No future troubles. Greatly auspicious!]

[Upper-Mid Fortune: Enter the mystic realm. With Rending Thunder as your guide, you can obtain a Tier Four opportunity. No future troubles. Auspicious.]

[Middle Fortune: Do not enter the mystic realm. You can obtain a Tier Four opportunity, but you will incur envy and resentment, leading to hidden future troubles. Neutral.]

[Lower-Mid Fortune: Enter the mystic realm. With Fierce Flame as your guide, you can obtain a Tier Five opportunity, but you will attract unwanted attention and become a public target, facing constant danger. Inauspicious.]