Sun Emperor Fist

Back in his cave abode.

Ten consecutive draws!

The Card Pool shook again, and familiar illusions appeared once more. Fang Yang no longer paid them any attention. Instead, he silently prayed for a few more high-quality cards.

Cards popped out one after another, mostly white with a little green mixed in.

"Not even a single blue one?"

Fang Yang looked at the [Blue Silver Entanglement (Green)] card and muttered that his luck was rotten. He gave up on doing another ten-pull for the moment.

He went and rinsed off with cold water, washing away his bad luck. Only then did he start another ten-pull.

The Card Pool shook again.

"Why isn't there a skip animation function?"

Fang Yang waited in speechless frustration.

The result made him feel a little less disgusted.

Six white, two green, and two blue.

There was no need to mention the six white cards. They were all mundane items, a complete waste of time.

[Hundred Herb Liquid (Green)]

?

Fang Yang silently put a question mark.

I'm already a great cultivator in the Four Extremities Realm. What the heck am I supposed to do with Hundred Herb Liquid?

[Hundred Beast Milk (Green)]

[Description: Shi Yunfeng brewed this in the Great Wilderness using the milk of a hundred beasts and various medicinal herbs. Suitable for children to drink.]

Sometimes, when people were speechless, they really did laugh.

Fang Yang looked at the beast milk that Desolate Heavenly Emperor had drunk, the corner of his mouth twitching as he unconsciously raised his head to gaze at the sky.

Even counting from after he had eaten the Sacred Fruit, he was already fifteen or sixteen years old.

Was it really appropriate to still be drinking beast milk at this age?

It wasn't.

[Heavenly Dew (Blue)]

No need to say more. Fang Yang still had several hundred drops in his pocket that he hadn't used up, and now he'd gotten another thousand.

[Yin Yang Twin Flames (Blue)]

[Description: Ranked twentieth on the Battle Through the Heavens World's Exotic Flame Ranking. Naturally possessed the laws of yin and yang, and contained the power of life and death. The pure-white yang flame saved lives, while the pitch-black yin flame killed.]

"I'm no lucky bastard, and I haven't cultivated the Burning Mantra. What use are two Exotic Flames to me? The Mysterious Yellow Flame I got last time is still lying in my cards."

Fang Yang grumbled.

But then he thought it over. Yin and yang, life and death—no matter the world, they could both be considered Great Dao.

The Yin Yang Twin Flames might be weak by nature, but they were just the stepping stone he needed to begin cultivating the Dao of Yin and Yang.

One last ten-pull.

Fang Yang had already given up on expecting much. The Card Pool's drop rates were too bizarre. Aside from the guaranteed card on his first draw, it could apparently give him nine white cards and one green card in a ten-pull—a lineup enough to make his blood run cold.

What if one day his luck turned bad and he got nothing but white cards?

But when a flash of gold appeared in the Card Pool, Fang Yang's mouth instantly went dry, and his heart began pounding.

[Sun Emperor Fist (Gold)]

[Description: A forbidden secret art that the Sun Holy Emperor had perfected at the peak of his first life's twilight. It drove the Great Sun across the heavens with the fist—the supreme Dao Fruit of the Dao of the Sun.]

"It's a pity it isn't the complete Sun True Scripture, just the inheritance of a forbidden secret art."

Fang Yang was being greedy.

He cultivated the Yaoguang Scripture because he couldn't find a complete Emperor Scripture. Like Ye Fan, cultivating five Emperor Scriptures across the Five Great Secret Realms was powerful, but for a cultivator with slightly weaker vitality, avoiding death from conflicting techniques would count as good fortune.

But if he truly had an Emperor Scripture in hand, even without a single forbidden secret art, even if one or two of the Five Great Secret Realms' chapters were missing, he would choose the Emperor Scripture without hesitation over a complete scripture created by a Great Saint.

Unfortunately, all Fang Yang had was the Wheel Sea Scroll of the Dao Scripture.

"Sun Emperor Fist concerns the Dao of the Sun. Compared with the Nine Secrets, it's less universally applicable, but once mastered, its might will be no weaker than the Ji Family's Heaven Severing Finger or the Great Xia Dynasty's Imperial Dragon Qi."

"The gap between me and Yaoguang Holy Son is as wide as two complete Emperor Scriptures. Taking the Holy Lord Position will be nowhere near as simple as defeating Li Rui."

"After I take the Candidate Holy Son Position this time, there won't be much room left for me to gain Fate Points in the Yao Guang Sacred Land. After all, killing fellow disciples is strictly forbidden."

"Once I break through to the Four Extremities Secret Realm, I'll have at least a little ability to protect myself. If I ask Master and Uncle for a few treasures to protect me, I'll be able to travel outside, kill enemies, and gain more Fate Points."

Fang Yang's thoughts ran wild as he was already figuring out how to squeeze some gold out of his master and uncle.

His master, Li Daoming, was a half-step great cultivator. Giving him that Enlightenment Tea Leaf had probably cost him a good portion of his savings, so Fang Yang couldn't very well ask for too much more.

But his uncle, Li Daoqing, was the Holy Lord of Yaoguang. He was sure to have plenty of good things.

"Uncle said that once I took the Holy Son Position, he'd give me a generous gift. Now I'm already a Candidate Holy Son, only half a step away from becoming Yaoguang Holy Son. I still can't get the big gift, but surely I can at least get a small one."

Fang Yang didn't dwell on it. He continued looking at the remaining cards.

Aside from the [Sun Emperor Fist (Gold)],

there were eight white cards and one purple card among the nine remaining.

[Purple Qi Coming from the East (Purple)]

[Description: One of the visions cultivated by Daoist Virtue Heavenly Venerable. When the Saint rode west out of Hangu Pass, purple qi came from the east for thirty thousand miles. A top-tier vision.]

"A cultivation method for visions?"

Fang Yang wasn't unfamiliar with visions.

The Yaoguang Scripture contained methods for cultivating several visions. He just thought they were too weak, so he hadn't cultivated any of them.

Take Li Rui's Divine Light Glazed World, for example. It seemed able to summon ten thousand rays of divine light, dazzling and imposing, but in truth it wasn't even as powerful as a single Primordial Sacred Light.

"But shouldn't the one who rode west out of Hangu Pass have been Laozi? Could it be that in the Mythological Era, Daoist Virtue Heavenly Venerable—the former life of Laozi—also staged a scene of purple qi coming from the east at Hangu Pass?"

Fang Yang knew Earth had an extraordinary origin. Famous sights like Mount Tai and Hangu Pass carried a history far deeper than ordinary people imagined.

But the past was beyond reach, and he had no interest in agonizing over an anecdote from countless ages ago. He gathered his thoughts and used the card.

There was no change in the outside world. But within his golden sea of consciousness, colored by the Soul Gold Bead, a world-altering vision now appeared.

Purple qi came from the east for thirty thousand miles!

At Hangu Pass, an old Daoist rode an azure ox slowly onward. Behind him, purple qi swept across the horizon, forming a magnificent spectacle.

Fang Yang's divine sense plunged into it, drawing in Dao insight from the thirty thousand miles of purple qi and engraving the entire top-tier vision into his memory.

Compared with the dazzling visions in the Yaoguang Scripture, whose names all contained the word "light," he preferred Purple Qi Coming from the East—a vision that was understated yet full of depth.

This was the one!

The foundation of a vision came from the Bitter Sea, and he happened to have the Wheel Sea Scroll of the Dao Scripture for reference. Purple Qi Coming from the East was the perfect match.

"I'm willing to serve Holy Son. I ask that Senior Brother take me in!"

Li Rui knelt on one knee, his voice ringing with conviction as he declared that he would never go back on his word.

Before him,

Yaoguang Holy Son stood with 108 Divine Rings circling his body. His aura was as deep as the ocean, inspiring fear in all who looked upon him.

He was the one who had crushed the prodigies of his generation in the Yao Guang Sacred Land, a man who had never been forced to reveal his full strength and had remained enthroned upon the altar.

"Back when you challenged me, Junior Brother, how spirited and confident you were. Now you've merely suffered a small setback. How did you end up so utterly dejected?"

"What's the meaning of kneeling on one knee?"

Yaoguang Holy Son stood with his hands behind his back. He turned his gaze away from the young man before him, uninterested in fools who didn't know their place.

Did Li Rui even understand his own standing?

If Li Rui were still a Candidate Holy Son, he might have been interested in taking him on and training him into a capable subordinate.

But now?

The times had changed.

Yaoguang Holy Son could see right through Li Rui's resentment and self-pity, and his desire to use him to take revenge on Fang Yang after losing the Candidate Holy Son Position.

Fang Yang was a small fry in his eyes. Even as the Holy Lord of Yaoguang's nephew, he could be twisted around at will.

A double Heavenly Tribulation was nothing. It wasn't as if Yaoguang Holy Son had never endured one.

But he didn't like Li Rui's attitude.

A man who willingly made himself a dog had no right to kneel on one knee.

Hearing Yaoguang Holy Son's words, Li Rui's face flushed red. Naturally, he could tell the other man was mocking him.

But he was young and foolish, and had taken a powerful Dragon Transformation Realm elder with countless disciples as his master. After losing the Candidate Holy Son Position, he had little chance of obtaining any cultivation resources.

He was becoming Yaoguang Holy Son's subordinate partly to take revenge on Fang Yang, but even more to obtain resources.

Thinking this, his legs gave way. He fell to both knees and prostrated himself at Yaoguang Holy Son's feet.