Chapter 166: Chapter 164: Favor is Fortune, Adversity is Tribulation

The legacy ground of the Black Moon Great Saint was quite characteristic of the Hei family.

It was extremely well-hidden, concealed within a sprawling mountain range.

This endless mountain range resembled a primeval forest from a savage age, suffused with a profound aura of power.

However, due to the Hei family’s recent defeat at Sen Yue’s hands, none of the Black Moon Great Saint’s direct descendants were able to enter the Xuan-Yu Blessed Land this time.

But there was a custom of intermarriage among the major Golden Clans.

So, within the Changkong Clan, some members had been informed by the Hei family that a Great Saint’s legacy was hidden here.

That was precisely why the news had spread like wildfire.

A Great Saint’s legacy!

Aside from the Thunder-Control Celestial Heaven-Reaching Pagoda, this legacy was one of the most precious, considered to be in the highest tier.

Therefore, there were many people like Fang Yang hoping to find their own great opportunity at the Black Moon Great Saint’s legacy ground.

The sky was in a perpetual state of twilight. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Only moonlight spilled down, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night.

Within the mountain range, the sounds of birds and insects were incessant.

Dark shadows clung to the forest, and from time to time, blood would stain the forest floor.

This place, named in honor of the Black Moon Great Saint’s legacy, was known as the Black Moon Mountain Range.

"So many people?"

Fang Min looked at the various mountain peaks in surprise.

At this moment, the three of them—Fang Yang, Fang Min, and Second Uncle Fang—had arrived at the Black Moon Mountain Range.

Under the gazes of the others, they walked towards the deepest part of the range.

Thanks to their identity as members of the Changkong Clan, their journey was largely unimpeded.

However...

"Fang Yang? That’s Fang Yang, right?"

"Heh, I never thought he’d make his way here from the Thunder-Control Celestial Heaven-Reaching Pagoda."

"Did that young lady from the Sen family come? Why don’t I see her...?"

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

Many people watched Fang Yang from a distance, their eyes flashing with a greedy glint.

But deterred by the presence of Fang Min and Second Uncle Fang, they all held back.

By now, everyone knew Fang Yang had won Sen Hui’s favor.

So anyone with half a brain understood that Fang Yang must be carrying a trove of treasures.

Killing Fang Yang would undoubtedly mean instant riches!

These people weren’t just thinking about Fang Yang; some even dreamed of killing Sen Yue and taking her place.

After all, this was the Xuan Realm, a vast and chaotic domain rife with turmoil.

The cultivation environment of the Xuan Realm was only slightly better than that of the Desolate Realm.

"Hmph."

Sensing their stares, Fang Min let out a cold snort. Her robes billowed as if caught in a gust of wind.

A phantom of a Cyan Simurgh Bird flickered into existence behind her for an instant. In the next moment, hundreds of pure white streams of Sword Qi erupted from the void, lashing out in all directions.

"AHH—"

"The Cyan Simurgh demon..."

"My lady, it’s a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding..."

A series of agonizing screams echoed as blossoms of blood bloomed in the darkness.

In an instant, the area fell silent. No one dared to stare so brazenly at Fang Yang anymore.

Fang Yang and Second Uncle Fang remained expressionless, paying the incident no mind.

Soon, the three of them passed through the middle section of the Black Moon Mountain Range by the light of the moon.

Here, Fang Yang saw Dongfang Xuezhi and her Guardian.

Currently, Dongfang Xuezhi’s cultivation had only recently reached Tier Two Peak.

She paled in comparison to Fang Yang.

"Fang Yang..." Dongfang Xuezhi greeted him with a wave, her smile as radiant as a flower.

Fang Yang nodded in acknowledgment. "I’ll go in first, then."

After the brief exchange, Fang Yang and his group stepped into the deepest area.

This was the core of the Black Moon Great Saint’s legacy ground, and only members of the Changkong Clan could enter.

Even though entry was restricted to the Changkong Clan, the mountains were still crowded with people from its various families and lineages.

’That young woman just now was so beautiful, she’d make anyone’s heart ache.’

Fang Min glanced at her younger cousin, Fang Yang. ’Ah Yang’s luck with women is frightening. I just hope his good fortune doesn’t turn into a disaster.’

In the Dao of Fortune, when things go smoothly, it is called "luck." When they go against you, it is called a "calamity."

Take luck in romance, for instance. It can help your love life go smoothly.

But a moment of carelessness can turn that romantic luck into a romantic disaster, bringing ruin upon yourself and others.

Thousands of years ago, the Dao Saint Muri Tengcheng rode his luck with women to smoothly ascend to Sainthood.

To advance his Dao, he repeatedly used his charm to deceive multiple female Saints, juggling multiple relationships at once.

Eventually, his affairs were exposed. One of the enraged female Saints stabbed him to death and dismembered his body. It was a gruesome end.

Muri Tengcheng had a real chance of becoming a Great Saint of Fortune, achieving great things, and perhaps even ascending to rule in Longevity Heaven.

Instead, he met such an ignominious end. It serves as a regrettable and cautionary tale for all who came after.

And now, Fang Min was worried that Fang Yang would go astray.

She worried that even with Sen Hui, Fang Yang would still get involved with other female cultivators.

...

In the Xuan-Yu Blessed Land, Fang Yang was without a doubt a famous figure.

His rise to fame, tinged with a hint of romance, made him a hot topic of gossip.

His fame even surpassed that of typical Dao Seeds like Yuxuan and Minghai Waves.

So, news of his arrival at the Black Moon Great Saint’s legacy ground—his every move—spread with incredible speed, reaching the ears of those with vested interests.

Instantly, ripples began to spread.

"The Black Moon Great Saint’s legacy ground?"

Zhang Chi’s Demonic Thought coaxed:

"Xiaolezi, go to the Black Moon Great Saint’s legacy ground.

There, I have a way for you to form a Spirit Body, one even more incredible than your cousin Zhang Ye’s!"

Hearing this, Zhang Le’s face lit up with joy. "Then will the Spirit Body I form be even more incredible than Fang Yang’s Spirit Body?"

Fang Yang’s Spirit Body was a Grade-A Carp Eagle Spirit Body, vaguely related to the legendary Kun Peng.

To elevate a Low-Tier Mortal Cultivator from having no Spirit Body to possessing a Grade-A one was an extraordinary feat. It would be a massive headache even for a Tier Six Saint, let alone for a mere wisp of a Demonic Thought.

The slightest mistake could cause the Low-Tier Mortal Cultivator to lose control of their True Spirit, resulting in their Primordial Qi flowing in reverse and causing them to explode and die.

"..."

Zhang Chi’s Demonic Thought was speechless.

’After all, if my possession of Fang Yang had succeeded, Zhang Le wouldn’t have been left alive in the first place.’

The next moment, Zhang Chi’s Demonic Thought boasted, "As long as you’re willing to suffer and can endure the process, then of course it’s possible."

’As long as I’m willing to suffer?!’

Suddenly, Zhang Le’s eyes brightened.

He shot to his feet, his fighting spirit soaring.

"I can endure hardship! I can endure lots and lots of it!

Ancestor, let’s go to the Black Moon Great Saint’s legacy ground!!"

In Zhang Le’s heart, his cousin Zhang Ye had once been peerless among his generation.

But after Fang Yang burst onto the scene, the object of Zhang Le’s admiration and envy gradually shifted to Fang Yang.

As for Sen Wei, heh, she shouldn’t even be discussed in the same breath as their generation.

In the minds of Zhang Le and others like him, someone like Sen Wei had long been excluded from the ranks of their peers.

Right now, the strongest person of their generation was Fang Yang!

「Elsewhere.」

Another person who had his sights on Fang Yang and was looking to cause trouble for him was Qing Mang!

"Fang Yang, I’m coming for you."

On the deck of the Flying Boat, Qing Mang held a trident, his face grim and cold.

A fierce wind whipped his black hair back, making it look like a writhing mass of menacing pythons.

Beside him, an electric python slowly flicked its tongue, hissing while arcs of lightning crackled around it. CRACKLE.

The most peculiar thing was that this electric python’s body was purple-gold, not the usual purple-cyan.

This distinction alone was proof of the electric python’s immense potential.

At the very least, the electric python that had submitted to Fang Yang was far inferior to this Purple Gold Electric Python.

At this moment, the ’Dao Seed’ Qingkong watched his younger cousin, Qing Mang, and sighed inwardly:

’So full of fighting spirit. Just like an electric python—arrogant, conceited, and never admitting defeat.

’But while you’re getting stronger, don’t you think Fang Yang is too?

’If you fail again, I hope you’ll stop this meaningless, repetitive pestering.

’You’d better learn to maintain your composure in the face of adversity and look for a single, decisive opportunity to defeat your enemy.’

Every time Qing Mang made a mess, Qingkong had to clean it up for him, and Qingkong was getting a little impatient.

To think that he, a dignified Dao Seed of high status and great power, who could command the wind and rain, was reduced to being his younger cousin Qing Mang’s glorified babysitter.

Cleaning up his messes once or twice was enough. Who wouldn’t be annoyed if it kept going on forever?

...

Under the night moon, the great mountains were shrouded in darkness.

Accompanied by his uncle and cousin, Fang Yang held a sheepskin scroll as he searched among the mountain peaks.

He had now passed through Guanlin and Moonfall Cliff, which were mentioned by the fortune slip.

However, he had not been able to reach Soul Falling Black Mountain, but this was no cause for regret.

The Black Moon Great Saint’s legacy had not yet evolved into its final form, and the powerful sealing force had not yet dissipated, making Soul Falling Black Mountain inaccessible.

Fang Min smiled faintly. "Soul Falling Black Mountain is a rare resource point for the Soul Dao, a veritable wonderland for Soul Dao cultivators.

"If you kill various Fierce Beasts and throw their bodies in here, things like Soul Stones or Soul Grass will be generated.

"When cultivators refine items like Soul Stones or Soul Grass, they can increase their Soul Foundation.

"Though it’s called a wonderland, Soul Falling Black Mountain is unofficially considered a major sacred ground for the Soul Dao.

"For some reason, the Black Moon Great Saint placed it within his legacy, causing the people of the Hei family to constantly yearn to reclaim it.

"Even Saints from other families are eyeing it covetously..."

Hearing this, a thoughtful light flashed in Fang Yang’s eyes.

’Could it be that the ill-fated fortune I drew was because the Dao Seeds of the Changkong Clan are going to fight over this place?!’