The Yaoguang Scripture

The grand hall at the peak.

Li Xue wore a vibrant red dress, which only served to accentuate her already provocative figure, making her even more eye-catching.

"Junior Brother Fang Yang, I have already reported your information. Within a month at most, an elder will surely take a liking to a thirteen-year-old genius such as yourself."

Li Xue's tone carried a hint of sycophancy.

Six months ago, Weiwei, who had arrived alongside Fang Yang, had advanced to the Dao Palace Realm and been taken as a disciple by Li Daoming, an elder of the lineage of the Holy Lord of Yaoguang. This had left Li Xue filled with endless regret.

Back then, she had nothing better to do; why hadn't she just gone out of her way to help them choose a cave dwelling?

Now that the opportunity to climb the social ladder had presented itself once more, she was determined to seize it!

"I hope your words prove true, Senior Sister."

Fang Yang's speech was polite, but his demeanor was permeated with distance; it was clear he had no interest in this woman.

Li Xue wanted to say something more to mend the poor impression left by her broken promise, but the next moment, she was stunned.

Fang Yang, who had been standing perfectly still just a moment ago, had suddenly and inexplicably vanished, gone to who knows where.

"It must be an elder of the Sendai Realm!"

Li Xue's face was filled with vexation.

She did not believe that anyone would dare abduct a disciple within the Yao Guang Sacred Land. The most likely scenario was that Elder Li Daoming had learned of Fang Yang's breakthrough and had taken him away personally.

Yaoguang Side Hall.

Before Fang Yang could recover his senses, he felt a wave of dizziness, only to find himself in this place, seeing two men sitting at a table drinking wine.

"Greetings, Elder Li."

"Greetings to this... Senior."

He bowed respectfully to the two of them.

"No need for such formalities. Come, sit beside me."

Li Daoming gestured for him to approach.

Fang Yang was unsure if this was mere politeness or a casual suggestion, so after declining repeatedly, he finally sat to the right of Li Daoming.

"This is the Holy Lord of Yaoguang, my Senior Brother Li Daoqing. You may address him as Martial Uncle from now on," Li Daoming explained to Fang Yang, pointing at the middle-aged man opposite them.

"Greetings, Martial Uncle! Greetings, Master!"

Fang Yang hurriedly stood up to bow; this time, it was the formal rite of apprenticeship.

"Good disciple!"

Li Daoming laughed heartily, standing up to help Fang Yang to his feet, looking more satisfied with him the more he saw.

"Senior Brother, hurry and give your nephew a welcoming gift. As the Holy Lord of Yaoguang, you are wealthy—don't be stingy!"

"Listen to you."

Li Daoqing rubbed his forehead; he had no way to deal with this old-urchin-like Junior Brother of his.

After a moment of thought, he took out a page of ancient bronze.

"This is the Yellow Mud Hand, a killing sacred art I obtained long ago alongside your Eldest Martial Uncle from the tomb of a Saint. I pass it to you today."

A look of nostalgia crossed Li Daoqing's face.

How magnificent their Eldest Martial Brother had been in his youth, yet now he was in his twilight years, trapped at the threshold of the Immortal Severing Realm, unable to cross that final barrier.

"Many thanks, Martial Uncle!"

Fang Yang reached out to take the bronze page and placed it into his Bitter Sea.

Yellow Mud Hand—the name didn't sound like much.

But this was a killing secret art created by a Saint; its value was immense, and the sentiment behind it was heavy.

When he had time in the future, he would certainly have to cultivate it.

"Senior Brother is generous. Is our Eldest Martial Brother still holding on?"

Seeing this, the teasing look on Li Daoming's face gradually faded.

Eldest Martial Brother Wang Zheng was a man of upright character; he was the eldest and most respected member of their Holy Lord lineage.

"He can manage for another dozen years or so, but beyond that... it is hard to say."

Once Li Daoqing spoke these words, the entire palace fell into a silence so profound one could hear a pin drop.

After a long while.

"Fang Yang, your talent is excellent. In just one year, you have gone from a novice in the Divine Bridge Realm to a cultivator of the Dao Palace Realm, yet your foundation remains incredibly solid."

"Cultivate diligently from here on. If you can seize the position of the Holy Son of this generation, I will bestow a great gift upon you."

Li Daoqing offered a smile, setting a goal for Fang Yang.

As a supreme master, he naturally possessed mystical ocular arts capable of observing the physical foundation and cultivation realm of others.

Fang Yang had cultivated the Lesser Brightness Scripture to a point where no further progress could be made, establishing an incredibly solid foundation.

This was excellent.

A mortal physique, if cultivated steadily step by step, could eventually bloom with a radiance that did not pale in comparison to special physiques.

"This nephew will certainly do his utmost."

In front of the Holy Lord of Yaoguang, Fang Yang did not joke around as he did with Weiwei, nor did he pat his chest to declare that he would become the next Holy Lord.

The current Yao Guang Holy Son would later go on to defeat all the Yao Guang Holy Sons of the past two thousand years in a single move.

After achieving a flawed Chaos Physique in the late stages, he was even a figure capable of battling Ye Fan, who had achieved Great Completion of the Sacred Body, for an entire day and night.

Despise the enemy strategically, but respect the enemy tactically.

Fang Yang had the confidence to defeat the Yao Guang Holy Son.

However, he did not believe he could catch up to the Yao Guang Holy Son, who was already a Four Extremes cultivator, in a short period of time.

Unless...

[Become a disciple under Li Daoming of the Holy Lord's lineage]
[Fate +2500]
[Current Fate: 3665]

"Three ten-pulls; I hope to draw some powerful cards."

Fang Yang felt no shame in pinning his hopes on his golden finger.

What powerful expert didn't use cheats?

It was merely a difference in the scale of the cheat.

Upon hearing his senior brother's encouragement toward his disciple, Li Daoming nodded slightly and said, "Cultivators do not contend for the achievements of a single morning or evening. If you can catch up to the Yao Guang Holy Son's realm within ten years and defeat him within twenty, that would be quite impressive."

"Do not put too much pressure on yourself."

Having said this, he bid farewell to Li Daoqing and led Fang Yang away from the Yao Guang Side Hall.

The Holy Lord's lineage was vast, with double-digit numbers of Sendai cultivators alone, not to mention the numerous disciples and followers under their command.

Even if Li Daoming were not the Holy Lord's junior brother, his cultivation as a Half-Step Great Master would have been enough for him to occupy a mountain peak brimming with spiritual energy.

"In this life, I have taken three disciples."

"Your eldest senior brother was named Yao Guang. He was born with the special Brightness Physique and remained invincible for a hundred years, serving as the Yao Guang Holy Son of his generation."

"Unfortunately, when he was one hundred and thirty-one years old, he went to the Fire Domain to refine artifacts and encountered a once-in-a-millennium flame riot, where he perished and his Dao dissipated."

"For over a thousand years, I could not forget this, and it was only after meeting you and Weiwei that I felt the urge to take on disciples again."

"..."

Li Daoming spoke while Fang Yang listened, and soon the two arrived at the main hall on the peak.

"Next, I will impart to you the true teachings of the Yao Guang Sacred Land, the Yaoguang Scripture. Listen carefully."

Li Daoqing's expression turned solemn as he had Fang Yang sit cross-legged on a prayer mat, beginning to teach him the ancient Yaoguang Scripture.

The Yaoguang Scripture was passed down from the founding patriarch, the life's work of a peak Great Saint, and was divided into five secret realm scrolls and a secret arts scroll.

This time, Li Daoqing imparted the three cultivation scrolls of the Sea of Wheels, Dao Palace, and Four Extremes, as well as two sacred arts from the secret arts scroll.

These were the most renowned Primordial Sacred Light Art and the Yaoguang Footwork used for movement.

The Primordial Sacred Light Art, capable of both offense and defense, was the strongest sacred art in the Yaoguang Scripture, having shaken the Eastern Wasteland for countless years with its unparalleled dominance.

The Yaoguang Footwork was not as famous as the Primordial Sacred Light Art, but it was nonetheless a rare movement technique.

"Go and contemplate these for a few days. If you have any questions, come back, and I will explain the Dao and resolve your doubts."

After finishing his lecture, Li Daoming said to Fang Yang.