Eternal Life through Chapter 46 - 44: Not as Good as the White Feathered Eagle

Chapter 46: Chapter 44: Not as Good as the White Feathered Eagle

"Sis, do you think I’ll be able to catch the Monarch’s eye, get recruited into Star Fall Mountain, and be given intensive training?"

The moonlit night was dotted with countless stars.

Chen Xing tilted his head back, his gaze fixed on the brightest patch of the night sky.

"Your strength is certainly impressive, but achieving your goal will be difficult." Chen Yuan let out a soft sigh. "You probably can’t even get past Fang Yang."

Chen Xing was indignant when he heard this.

He used to admit he was no match for Fang Yang, as their cultivation realms were different.

But now that they were both at Tier One Peak, there was no reason he couldn’t beat Fang Yang.

...

anwhile, behind the dicine Hall.

Zhang Ye, who had just recovered from a serious illness, kept his doors tightly shut, showing no sign that he planned to participate in the Army-wide Grand Competition.

His behavior left his cousin, Zhang Le, utterly baffled.

After all, even though Zhang Ye was only at the high level of Tier One, he could take a Bronze Relic Pill. At the cost of so of his future potential, he could reach Tier One Peak in a single step.

And yet, Zhang Ye had made no move to do so, showing none of his forr desire to clash with Fang Yang.

"If Sen Wei doesn’t compete, Fang Yang is unbeatable."

Zhang Ye said coolly, facing his cousin’s doubts.

Zhang Ye had already decided to keep his distance, avoiding a direct confrontation with Fang Yang at all costs.

He would lie in wait, ready to challenge Fang Yang from the position of an underdog.

But Zhang Ye’s passive stance struck his cousin, Zhang Le, as absurd.

Even if Sen Wei didn’t compete, Sen Yue’s army still had formidable fighters like Cyan Aura. How could Fang Yang possibly be considered unbeatable among his peers?

...

At that very mont, Cyan Aura was also discussing the Army-wide Grand Competition with a friend.

By a pond in the palace.

Cyan Aura and Le Shiyu stood side by side. One a handso talent, the other a stunning beauty, they looked like a match made in heaven.

"Ah Mang, I hope we can et in the final battle."

"No, you’re being too optimistic. As you are now, you probably can’t even beat Fang Yang."

Le Shiyu was instantly furious, but she didn’t know who to direct her anger at.

She knew Cyan Aura was a brutish warrior, clueless when it ca to matters of the heart. Her earnest feelings were often wasted on him. He would probably just see her anger as a childish tantrum.

"This ti, Fang Yang had better pray he doesn’t run into . Otherwise, I’ll be sure to wound him so badly that his Dao heart shatters. From then on, the re ntion of my na will make him tremble in fear!" Cyan Aura’s face suddenly twisted into a vicious snarl.

As if sensing his killing intent, the Electric Python Fierce Beast in the pond furiously slamd its massive tail, sending waves surging across the water!

...

Beneath the bright moon, a red-and-white streak shot across the night sky like a teor.

A closer look revealed Fang Yang standing alone on the back of a White Feathered Eagle.

Fang Yang was dressed in a white robe, his posture ramrod straight. With one hand clasped behind his back, he exuded a profoundly sinister aura.

The ability to fly at rely Tier One Peak was unheard of. If word got out, people would be stunned. It was simply outrageous!

Of course, Fang Yang wasn’t flying on his own power—he was relying on the White Feathered Eagle!

’My dear cousin just loves to show off.’ Down below, Fang Xuan practically ground his molars to dust.

He was so envious of Fang Yang it made his eyes burn.

Ever since Fang Yang had revealed his Fire Eagle Spirit Body, Fang Xuan had discovered just how much of a show-off his older cousin truly was.

But for so reason, everyone ate it up, fawning over Fang Yang like he was the center of the universe.

No matter how cold and distant Fang Yang acted, they treated it as if it were completely normal.

’It’s so unfair...’ Fang Xuan wailed internally. He wanted a Spirit Body too.

"The Master isn’t showing off; he’s just expressing his true self," Lu Yao marveled, her eyes shimring as her gaze remained locked on Fang Yang’s form.

But regardless, everyone in their party ca to one consensus: the White Feathered Eagle that served Fang Yang was also extraordinary!

High above.

Fang Yang suddenly pushed off with his feet, tapping lightly on the White Feathered Eagle’s broad back.

Then, a Fire Eagle Illusion materialized behind him. With a beat of its wings, Fang Yang began to glide downward!

This was the benefit of solidifying the wings of his Fire Eagle Illusion ahead of ti.

"Ah Yang and the White Feathered Eagle have grown stronger again."

"Yes, and the White Feathered Eagle still hasn’t fully absorbed all the Fire Eagle Essence Blood in its body, so it still has more potential to tap into. It’s a sha ti is short; the Army-wide Grand Competition is about to start."

"Sigh. In any case, Ah Yang is growing very quickly. We need to prepare the Thunder Carp Essence as soon as possible so he can advance from a B-grade Spirit Body to an A-grade one."

"Exactly. Once Ah Yang masters the Carp Eagle transformation, or even the Kun Peng transformation, his future will be limitless. He definitely won’t stop at being a Tier Six Saint!"

"Unfortunately, that requires a great stroke of fortune—sothing you can only stumble upon by chance, not seek out."

Seventh Uncle Fang and Second Uncle Fang conversed, imagining Fang Yang’s bright future.

As Fang Yang listened, a contemplative light flickered in his eyes.

His and the White Feathered Eagle’s growth was mainly thanks to an ability called "Fate Manifestation."

The White Feathered Eagle tribe had already grown from three hundred mbers to five hundred.

But his own growth was to be expected.

What wasn’t normal was that the White Feathered Eagle still hadn’t finished absorbing the Fire Eagle Essence Blood!

’In this cruel world, bloodline determines almost everything,’ Fang Yang sighed to himself.

In the White Feathered Eagle, he saw a different path his own life could have taken—and it was not a pleasant one.

’If I were in its place,’ he thought, ’if I hadn’t been born into the Golden Clan, I would have undoubtedly unleashed a boundless inferno to burn this rigidly hierarchical world to the ground.’

’Only then would my interests be maximized!’

...

「Three days later.」

Beneath the heavens, chains of lightning coiled like an inverted ocean.

A colossal, hazy figure stood alone within the sea of lightning, only a Purple Gold Daoist Robe faintly visible.

He faced the crowd, his true features obscured. All that could be seen was a pair of eyes—lofty, detached, and so otherworldly they were suffocating.

The Monarch—Sen Yue!

His presence alone was enough to make the vast army gasp for breath.

Even the Dao Seeds from the other factions lowered their heads, daring not to look at him directly.

There were millions of people present, yet there was absolute silence as they listened to Sen Yue speak. It was unbelievable.

’He looks down upon all creation, his presence grand enough to swallow mountains and rivers. Everyone must bow before him.’

As Fang Yang marveled, he couldn’t help but wonder, ’Is Sen Hui really his sister?’

’If a Dao Seed is a candidate to beco a Saint, then a Monarch is essentially a candidate to beco a Tier Eight Great Saint.’

’Sen Yue has the potential to beco a Great Saint!’

After so ti, Sen Yue retreated, having made his appearance, but his lingering presence kept everyone from acting out of line.

The morning sun was rising in the east, but it had not yet reached its peak.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually scattered, and sunlight once again fell clearly upon the land.

At the Monarch’s command, thousands moved as one.

Soon, the preliminary matches would begin.

"Just you wait for my good news! I’ll definitely grab one of the pillars of light," Fang Xuan said excitedly.

He imdiately rushed toward the competition’s mystical domain, which was a forested region.

Both Fang Yang and Fang Xuan had signed up for the Tier One division of the Army-wide Grand Competition, and Fang Xuan’s group was the first to begin.

The screening thod for the preliminaries was simple: only ten out of every hundred would pass.

To Fang Yang, it was basically a battle royale, like one of those ’last man standing’ gas.

The rules were as follows: there were ten pillars of light, and a contestant had to capture one and hold it for a full fifteen minutes to pass the preliminary match.

And so, Fang Yang, Second Uncle Fang, and the others silently watched Fang Xuan make his move.

However, the mont Fang Xuan entered the competition grounds, he was taken down in a single blow and shafully ejected from the mystical domain.

?! Second Uncle Fang was speechless.

After all, it was his seventh brother who had started Fang Xuan on his cultivation path, while he himself was responsible for Fang Yang.

Seventh Uncle Fang’s face burned with sha. He couldn’t help but curse, "That little bastard, always pulling this crap! He’s not even as useful as the White Feathered Eagle!"

Beside them, Fang Yang remained silent, simply reaching out to gently stroke the White Feathered Eagle’s feathers.

’In terms of cultivation prowess alone,’ he thought, ’comparing the White Feathered Eagle to Fang Xuan would be an insult to the eagle.’