On Guan River Cloud Island, Flying Boats gathered in droves, and people came and went.

A wide river flowed slowly, running straight through and also winding around the massive Cloud Island.

However, it was shrouded by an Array that imbued it with streams of cyan sealing power, preventing Cultivators from obtaining the Jar Grass within.

This was because the festival had not yet begun.

The core area of Guan River Cloud Island was even more packed with people.

The flow of people was like a colony of ants, densely packed together.

Seen from high above, the sight was enough to make one’s head spin.

Fortunately, Fang Yang and his group had a special status, so they didn’t have to squeeze through the main thoroughfares.

They were allowed to rest inside a building, waiting for the Guan River Festival to start.

"There are so many people. Even Cultivators from the Silver Tribe don’t have seats here."

Lu Yao’s eyes shone with longing as she asked, "Your Eminence, will our White Feathered Eagle Tribe one day host its own festival, one that’s this lively?"

The words slipped out before she could stop them.

As soon as she spoke, she felt it was inappropriate. Just as she was about to apologize and take it back, she heard Fang Yang nod in affirmation.

Fang Yang gazed at the crowd outside, stroking the White Feathered Eagle’s wing, and said softly, "We will. One day, the White Feathered Eagle Tribe will have a festival of its own."

In an instant, Lu Yao’s face flushed crimson. Her heart pounded in her chest as if she had drunk fine wine, leaving her utterly intoxicated.

"We... we will have that day..." Lu Yao repeated, dazed and enchanted.

She never once doubted Fang Yang’s promises.

He had established the White Feathered Eagle Tribe and rescued the people of the Cyan Deer Tribe.

He had developed the White Feathered Eagle Tribe, strengthening it step by step until it thrived.

Now, in less than a year, the White Feathered Eagle Tribe had grown from an unrecognized tribe into a power comparable to a Bronze Tribe. This was undeniable proof of Fang Yang’s ability. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"HUFF, HUFF..." The Small Frost Horse suddenly began to jump around joyfully.

The Guan River Festival was starting!

On a massive stage, troupes of winged people soared through the air, performing unique dances.

They sang and danced, playing different roles and telling ancient stories. They reenacted the origins of the Guan River Festival, evoking a profound sense of history.

Finally, when Dongfang Mobai appeared, beating her six wings, the world erupted in a roar like a landslide and a tsunami.

So holy and elegant!

Absolutely beautiful!

Lu Yao was astonished, Fang Xuan was dazed, and Hong Qishang stared without blinking. Even the two clan uncles gasped.

This woman, Dongfang Mobai, was too otherworldly. She was like the Goddess of Light, inviolable.

"Could any man in this world truly stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her?"

"Of course. But the only one worthy of her would have to be a great man like the Sovereign..."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

Meanwhile, Fang Yang narrowed his eyes, holding the Small Frost Horse as he gazed at that stunning figure in the distance.

He felt as if he were seeing what Sen Hui would look like in the future.

...

The Array was unsealed, and the river water churned.

As Dongfang Mobai officially announced the start of the Guan River Festival, Cultivators flooded into different zones.

Among them, the zone for Tier Three Pet Beasts was the most crowded.

This was because for Fierce Beasts, just like for Cultivators, reaching Tier Three was a minor watershed moment.

Cultivators would manifest all sorts of Spirit Bodies, while different Hundred Beasts Kings would emerge from among the Fierce Beasts.

A Hundred Beasts King, though a Tier Three Fierce Beast, could command other Fierce Beasts of the same tier and species. It was a king among beasts!

Aside from the Tier Three Pet Beast zone, the most bustling area was the one for Tier One Pet Beasts.

Many people knew that among the current generation’s young prodigies, a group was eager to defeat Fang Yang and use him as a stepping stone to rise higher.

Although it was just a competition between Pet Beasts and not a true measure of everything, a victory was still a victory.

Therefore, many people wanted to come and watch the excitement.

’Fang Yang, where could you be? Don’t you dare hide...’ Dongfang Zenglong’s eyes narrowed, his breath practically a hiss like a venomous snake’s.

Eleven terrifying Blue Water Snakes slithered around him, causing onlookers to pale at the sight.

Because these Blue Water Snakes were all Tier One Fierce Beasts.

The leader of the pack, while still a Tier One Fierce Beast in terms of cultivation, already possessed the body of a Tier Two Fierce Beast!

He wasn’t the only one.

Other young prodigies, like Li Yang, Cheng Ningjin, and Luo Xiyue, were also searching for Fang Yang.

Some sought revenge, while others wanted to test their mettle.

But no matter their reasons, they all seemed to view Fang Yang as a harmless Cyan Deer.

They were as excited as if a prize was up for grabs for the whole world to chase.

For these people, the Jar Grass was something they would grab if they could, but it was no big deal if they couldn’t.

Because in their eyes, the most precious and valuable "Jar Grass" at this Guan River Festival was—Fang Yang!

’So this is Jar Grass? It’s certainly extraordinary.’

At that moment, Fang Yang held a piece of Jar Grass shaped like a stone jar, examining it with great interest.

Then, he gently squeezed it.

With a POP, the Jar Grass shattered like a vase, splintering into a web of cracks.

The contents of the Jar Grass were instantly revealed.

A slumbering Spirit Fish!

"Whoa, a Tier Two Luoming Fish. Heh, my luck isn’t bad," Fang Yang said, a smile in his eyes.

"SCREECH..." High above, the White Feathered Eagle cried out as it continuously carried Jar Grass to the riverbank for Fang Yang to collect.

The other ten Flying Eagles were also working diligently, snatching up the grass as if they were grabbing cash.

...

The river surged, its waves churning violently.

Amidst the chaos, all sorts of strange Fierce Beasts emerged, fighting one another for the Jar Grass.

Among them, a Molten Crocodile and the ten Cyan Crocodiles it led were particularly eye-catching.

They captured nearly everyone’s attention, firmly dominating the eastern zone. No one dared to challenge them for the Jar Grass that was gradually surfacing from the river.

And the one controlling these crocodile Fierce Beasts was none other than Zhang Ye!

"Zhang Ye, want to join us in looking for Fang Yang?" Li Yang offered with an outstretched hand.

Zhang Ye sneered. "Team up to deal with Fang Yang? I don’t need to."

Li Yang’s expression instantly stiffened, his face twisting with fury.

Fortunately, someone behind him held him back, or he would have certainly taught Zhang Ye a harsh lesson.

After that, Li Yang and his group left to continue their search for Fang Yang.

Zhang Ye watched them leave with utter disdain.

’I’ll deal with Fang Yang, but I’ll never team up with others to do it.’

’A victory like that would prove nothing about my superiority over Fang Yang!’

The rivalry between the Fang and Zhang clans had always been fierce, but they generally fought openly.

Although the Fangs were currently at a disadvantage, the Zhangs didn’t manage to stay on top in every generation.

On one side, Li Yang and the others were still searching for any sign of Fang Yang.

On the other, Dongfang Zenglong had the "good fortune" of running into Fang Yang.

’Someone’s finally here to challenge me? I hope this will help the White Feathered Eagle grow,’ Fang Yang thought as he slowly looked up at Dongfang Zenglong.

Seeing Fang Yang in the distance, Dongfang Zenglong let out a wild laugh. "WAHAHA! To wear out iron shoes in a fruitless search, only to find it by chance! It seems my fortune today is of the highest grade."

’Highest grade fortune?’

A smile appeared on Fang Yang’s lips.

SCREECH... In the air, led by the White Feathered Eagle, the flock of eagles let out a clear cry, the roar of their flapping wings echoing.

HISS... In the river, led by the alpha Blue Water Snake, the swarm of snakes let out a series of hisses, sinister and terrifying.

In that instant, with just a single meeting of their eyes, Fang Yang and Dongfang Zenglong understood each other’s intentions.

No more words were needed. There was only the kill.