Yaoguang Scripture

The hall at the summit.

Li Xue wore a dazzling red dress that made her already rather provocative figure even more eye-catching.

"Junior Brother Fang Yang, I've already submitted your information. Within a month at most, an elder is sure to take a liking to a thirteen-year-old genius like you."

Li Xue's tone was ingratiating.

Six months ago, Weiwei, who had come with Fang Yang, had advanced to the Dao Palace Realm and been taken as a disciple by Elder Li Daoming of the Holy Lord Lineage. Li Xue had truly regretted it ever since.

She'd had nothing better to do back then. Why hadn't she simply helped them out and shown the two around to pick out their caves?

Now, another chance to cling to the powerful had appeared before her. She had to seize it!

"Thank you for your kind words, Senior Sister."

Fang Yang was polite, but his manner was distant. Clearly, he had no interest in this woman.

Li Xue was about to say something more, hoping to make up for the poor impression she'd left by breaking her promise back then. But in the next moment, she was dumbfounded.

Fang Yang, who had been standing right there, suddenly vanished without a trace. She had no idea where he'd gone.

"It must be an elder from the Immortal Platform Realm!"

Li Xue looked chagrined.

She didn't believe anyone in the Yao Guang Sacred Land would abduct a disciple. The most likely explanation was that Elder Li Daoming had heard Fang Yang had broken through and taken him away himself.

Yaoguang Side Hall.

Before Fang Yang could collect himself, a wave of dizziness swept over him. When it passed, he found himself here, where two people sat drinking at a table.

"Greetings, Elder Li."

"Greetings to you, Senior..."

He bowed respectfully to the two men.

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

Li Daoming beckoned him over.

Fang Yang couldn't tell whether he was just being polite or meant it, so after repeatedly declining, he finally sat to Li Daoming's right.

"This is the Holy Lord of Yaoguang, my senior brother, Li Daoqing. From now on, just call him Martial Uncle."

Li Daoming pointed to the middle-aged man opposite them and explained to Fang Yang.

"Greetings, Martial Uncle! Greetings, Master!"

Fang Yang hurriedly stood and bowed. This time, it was the formal ceremony for taking a master.

"Good disciple!"

Li Daoming burst into laughter and rose to help Fang Yang up, looking more and more pleased with him.

"Senior Brother, hurry up and give your nephew a welcome gift. As the Holy Lord of Yaoguang, you've got deep pockets. Don't be stingy!"

"Listen to you."

Li Daoqing pressed a hand to his forehead. He had no way of dealing with this childlike junior brother of his.

After a moment's thought, he took out an ancient bronze page.

"This is a killing Saint Technique called the Yellow Mud Hand. I obtained it years ago with your eldest Martial Uncle from a Saint's tomb. I'll pass it on to you today."

A trace of nostalgia crossed Li Daoqing's face.

How dazzling their eldest senior brother had been in his day. Now he was old and feeble, trapped at the bottleneck of Dao-Severing and Kinghood, unable to cross it no matter how long he tried.

"Thank you, Martial Uncle!"

Fang Yang reached out and took the bronze page, storing it in his Bitter Sea.

The name Yellow Mud Hand wasn't much to look at.

But this was a killing secret art created by a Saint. It was both precious and a heartfelt gift.

He would make time to cultivate it someday.

"Senior Brother really is generous. Is Eldest Senior Brother still alive?"

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

Their eldest senior brother, Wang Zheng, was an upright man, the oldest and most respected member of their Holy Lord Lineage.

"He can hold on for another decade or so. After that... it's hard to say."

As soon as Li Daoqing said this, the whole hall fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.

After a long while.

"Fang Yang, you have good talent. In just a year, you went from having only just entered the Divine Bridge Realm to becoming a Dao Palace cultivator, yet your foundations are remarkably solid."

"Cultivate diligently from now on. If you can win the Holy Son Position of this generation, I'll give you a grand reward."

Li Daoqing forced a smile and set a goal for Fang Yang.

As a Peak Mighty Figure, he naturally had marvelous pupil techniques that let him examine a person's physique, innate roots, cultivation level, and strength.

Fang Yang had cultivated the Lesser Brightness Scripture as far as it could go, laying an exceptionally solid foundation.

That was good.

A Mortal Body that cultivated steadily, step by step, could also shine in the later stages with brilliance no less than that of a special physique.

"Your nephew will certainly do his best."

In front of the Holy Lord of Yaoguang, Fang Yang didn't slap his chest and declare he'd become the next Holy Lord, as he'd joked with Weiwei.

The current Yaoguang Holy Son would later defeat every Yaoguang Holy Son from every era over the past two thousand years with a single move.

After achieving a Flawed Chaos Body in the late stages, he would even fight Ye Fan, whose Sacred Body had reached the Great Accomplishment, for an entire day and night.

Despise the enemy strategically, but take them seriously tactically.

Fang Yang was confident he could defeat the Yaoguang Holy Son.

But he didn't think he could catch up in a short time to someone who was already a Four Extremities cultivator.

Unless...

[Joined the Holy Lord Lineage as a disciple of Li Daoming]

[Fate Points +2500]

[Current Fate Points: 3665]

"Three ten-pulls. I hope I draw a powerful card."

Fang Yang felt not the slightest shame about placing his hopes in his Golden Finger.

What strong cultivator didn't have a cheat?

The only difference was whether it was big or small.

Hearing his senior brother encourage his disciple, Li Daoming nodded lightly and said,

"A cultivator's achievements aren't won in a single day. If you can catch up to the Yaoguang Holy Son's cultivation level within ten years and defeat him within twenty, that'll be quite impressive."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

With that, he bid Li Daoqing farewell and left Yaoguang Side Hall with Fang Yang.

The Holy Lord Lineage had many members. It had dozens of cultivators in the Immortal Platform Realm alone, to say nothing of its disciples and attendants.

Even if Li Daoming hadn't been the Holy Lord's junior brother, his cultivation, which was halfway to the Mighty Figure Realm, would have earned him an entire mountain rich with spiritual energy.

"I've taken three disciples in my life."

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

"Unfortunately, when he was one hundred and thirty-one, he went to the Fire Domain to refine a weapon and encountered a once-in-a-millennium eruption of flames. He died there, his Dao extinguished."

"For over a thousand years, I couldn't put the matter behind me. It wasn't until I met you and Weiwei that I thought of taking disciples again."

"..."

Li Daoming spoke as Fang Yang listened. Before long, the two of them arrived at the main hall at the summit.

"Next, I'll pass down the Yaoguang Scripture, the true inheritance of the Yao Guang Sacred Land. Listen carefully."

Li Daoming's expression turned solemn. He had Fang Yang sit cross-legged beside him on a cushion, then began teaching him the ancient Yaoguang Scripture.

The Yaoguang Scripture had been passed down by the sect's founding ancestor, a Great Saint at the peak of his realm, and contained the life's work of his Dao. It was divided into five scrolls for the Five Great Secret Realms and one scroll of secret arts.

This time, Li Daoming taught him the Wheel Sea Scroll, the Dao Palace Scroll, and the Four Extremities Scroll, along with two Saint Techniques from the secret arts scroll.

They were the famed Primordial Sacred Light Art and the Yaoguang Footwork, a technique for spatial movement.

The Primordial Sacred Light Art combined offense and defense. It was the most powerful Saint Technique in the Yaoguang Scripture, its might shaking the Eastern Wasteland for countless years as it remained peerless.

The Yaoguang Footwork wasn't as famous as the Primordial Sacred Light Art, but it was still a rare technique for spatial movement.

"Go and study it for a few days. If you have any questions, come back and I'll explain the Dao and clear up your doubts."

After finishing the lesson, Li Daoming said to Fang Yang.