The Wish Well

The moment Fang Yang lowered his aura, Saint Mother Jin Ling's Divine Sense quietly drew closer. She wanted to see whether Fang Yang's fortune could compare to her own.

Saint Mother Jin Ling wasn't desperate to get anything from the Myriad Treasures Long River. The things Sect Master Tongtian had given her were already more than she could ever use. She was simply locked in a contest with the Myriad Treasures Long River; she refused to believe she couldn't fish up even a single Innate Spiritual Treasure.

Of course, if the Interception Sect had someone whose fortune was even worse than hers, she would at least find some comfort in that.

After all, disciples of Saint Great Sects like them were never short of opportunities. If Fang Yang couldn't fish up anything good, at worst he'd end up just like her, "making a name for himself" in the Interception Sect.

"My junior brother is from the Human Clan, and ever since his six hundred and thirty-second-generation ancestor died, his lineage has been made up of mortals."

"In the generation of my junior brother's grandfather, their tribe was hit by a beast tide. The chieftain and elders all fell while holding back the beasts. The surrounding tribes took the opportunity to kick them while they were down, trying to swallow up their territory."

"After their tribe was destroyed, my junior brother's family nearly became slaves. They only escaped by hiding inside the hollow of a large banyan tree."

Thinking of Fang Yang's past, Saint Mother Jin Ling's confidence soared. Fang Yang's fortune was clearly inferior to hers. If it came down to opportunity, she should win outright as well.

Fang Yang, however, wasn't caught up in all that inner drama. The past was gone, and the future hadn't arrived. The present was what he needed to seize. He stared intently at the Myriad Treasures Long River, sensing every subtle ripple in it.

Even when it came to stumbling upon an opportunity, one had to seize the right moment. An opportunity wouldn't wait forever for anyone; once the moment passed, it could slip away.

Seeing how calm Fang Yang was, Saint Mother Jin Ling's opinion of this junior brother who had suddenly appeared improved considerably. His cultivation might not amount to much, but his temperament was certainly admirable.

Time passed bit by bit. Three months went by, and neither Saint Mother Jin Ling nor Fang Yang had gained anything. Saint Mother Jin Ling was beginning to conclude that Fang Yang, like her, was someone who couldn't get lucky.

Just then, a faint smile appeared on Fang Yang's face. He spoke softly. "It's here!"

"Hm?"

Saint Mother Jin Ling abruptly looked toward Fang Yang's fishing rod and saw faint wisps of Chaos Qi rising from the river beneath him.

"Chaos energy? This is bad. Junior Brother hasn't yet Proved Dao to Grand Unity. He won't be able to withstand the corrosive effects of Chaos Qi. What on earth did he fish up to draw out Chaos Qi?"

Though Saint Mother Jin Ling was shocked, she acted without the slightest hesitation.

The instant she saw the Chaos Qi, a treasure wheel shining with sunlight, moonlight, and starlight silently appeared above Fang Yang's head. The radiance of the sun, moon, and stars fell upon him, draping him in a Starlight Robe.

This was a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Sun Moon Five Stars Wheel, a treasure Saint Mother Jin Ling had obtained while traveling through the Starry Sky. It was also her life-bound treasure.

The Chaos Qi drifted toward Fang Yang, trying to assimilate him and turn him into chaos. But it slammed into the Starlight Robe and shattered.

Fang Yang raised his hand and looked at the streams of sunlight, moonlight, and starlight flowing over him, deeply shaken.

Even if Saint Mother Jin Ling hadn't intervened, he could have protected himself with an Innate Spiritual Treasure. But she had rescued him without the slightest hesitation, and that left him astonished.

He had only just become a Core Disciple, and he and Saint Mother Jin Ling weren't even close. Yet she had gone out of her way to protect him.

He had always known that the rotten eggs among the Interception Sect's disciples had no bottom line. But he had never imagined that the Moral True Immortals in the Interception Sect could have such astonishing moral standards.

Fang Yang didn't thank her right away, because he sensed that he had hooked something huge. All his strength and will were locked in a struggle with it.

Seeing Fang Yang's body go rigid as he poured all his magic power into the effort, Saint Mother Jin Ling understood what he was up against. She wasn't jealous, nor did she stand by and watch. Instead, she activated the Sun Moon Five Stars Wheel again.

Using the Sun Moon Five Stars Wheel, she channeled her power into Fang Yang.

Saint Mother Jin Ling kept her eyes fixed on the Myriad Treasures Long River, feeling a quiet sense of anticipation.

If Fang Yang went empty-handed just like her, she would certainly have taken some pleasure in it. But if he found an opportunity, she would be happy for him too.

The moment Saint Mother Jin Ling intervened, everything changed.

Gurgle! Gurgle!

With Saint Mother Jin Ling's power reinforcing him, Fang Yang felt as if he had boundless strength. In fact, he didn't even need to exert himself. All he had to do was release his aura.

Countless bubbles, large and small, rose to the surface, while the Chaos Qi that had been there just moments ago vanished.

Fang Yang realized that the treasure he had hooked must have been inside the chaos. Once it was dragged into the Myriad Treasures Long River, the Chaos Qi had naturally disappeared.

Boom!

A colossal object burst out of the water, its enormous shadow covering the void for tens of thousands of miles. As soon as it left the Myriad Treasures Long River, it came crashing down, smashing the boundless void to pieces.

Saint Mother Jin Ling condensed a huge hand of starlight with her magic power and held the object securely in the air. By the time Fang Yang was still craning his neck to look up, she had already seen what it was.

What Fang Yang had fished up wasn't an Innate Spiritual Treasure, but a divine object nurtured in the Chaos World. Its true form was an ancient well. The water inside wasn't water at all, but Desire Water formed from the desires of living beings across countless eras and worlds.

Saint Mother Jin Ling clenched her palm, and the ancient well rapidly shrank until it was back to the size of an ordinary well.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother. You've obtained a Heaven and Earth Divine Object!" Saint Mother Jin Ling said, handing the ancient well to Fang Yang.

She was curious about the object and wanted to know its mysteries. But divine objects concealed their true nature; before it was refined, only someone with a connection to it could learn its secrets.

Fang Yang took the ancient well in his hand. With just a moment's contact, he learned its secrets.

The ancient well was an evil object!

He said, "Thank you for stepping in, Senior Sister. This object is called the Wish Well. It can grant many wishes. Of course, its power is limited. It can only provide a way to fulfill a wish; it can't directly help a cultivator make one come true. And anyone who makes a wish to it must pay a price equal to the wish."

The rule of the Wish Well was that the day a desire was fulfilled was the day it had to be repaid. Most outrageous of all, if the Wish Well couldn't fulfill a wish, it would let the wisher experience its fulfillment through an illusion.

As long as the person making the wish believed it had come true, the Wish Well could collect its price from them.

Fang Yang felt it would be more fitting to call it the Desire Well.

Hearing this, Saint Mother Jin Ling raised an eyebrow. By Fang Yang's account, this ancient well was completely useless.

People like them could simply make a wish to Sect Master Tongtian. If even Sect Master Tongtian couldn't grant it, then the Wish Well certainly couldn't.

She consoled him. "Don't lose heart, Junior Brother. You could use it to set up a formation or cultivate a divine ability."

Fang Yang nodded slightly. Saint Mother Jin Ling had a point. Still, he felt that if he used this ancient well well, he could even kill a Quasi-Saint.

After all, he wasn't going to tell anyone the secrets of the Wish Well, and Saint Mother Jin Ling wasn't the sort to go around spreading tales.