There had never been absolute fairness in the world.
Among cultivators, some enjoyed good birth and others good fortune. Yet there was one particular kind whose temperament and experiences, thoughts and generosity of spirit, inherited bloodline, reincarnation to cultivate anew, or even merely the favor of some great figure... gave rise to various corresponding manifestations. These were the Destiny Bearers.
"I understand."
Seeing this, Jiang Yang abandoned the idea and nodded without saying anything more.
Such people often sailed smoothly through life, finding abundant support along their path and attaining considerable success. Beyond Destiny's favor, once they reached the Purple Mansion, cultivating Fate Divine Power came effortlessly to them, yielding twice the result for half the effort.
Yet although Destiny Bearers were privileged beyond measure, Divine Powers cared nothing for reason. Purple Mansion cultivators generally preferred not to become entangled with them, but that was merely unwillingness, not inability.
There had once been a True Person who tore open the Great Void and swept down a sleeve, crushing a so-called Destiny Bearer into bloody pulp. Even fortune towering to the heavens could not exert the slightest effect.
That was because Destiny Bearers possessed only "fate," without the corresponding "nature." They could therefore throw their weight around for a time only below the Purple Mansion.
With all three matters discussed, Yuan Jun did not hurry to rise. Instead, she reached up and rubbed the front of her clothing over her chest, nodding in satisfaction only once she saw the creases she had left.
She paid little heed to the glimpses of flesh she exposed. She was merely a dragon, after all; shame was little more than an ornament to her.
Golden eyes, white hair, clothing half undone, and a hazy expanse of pale skin displaying the utmost allure—the sight before Jiang