With Ying Huanhuan pushing him without any strength, Fang Yi made his way deep into the hall.
"My own bed is ice-cold. How could it compare to a sweet-smelling bed?"
Without another word, he flopped onto the bed filled with a young woman's fragrance and closed his eyes to rest.
"You... Fine, then. Getting into bed without even washing yourself, how filthy..."
Ying Huanhuan pursed her red lips. Though she complained that Fang Yi was dirty, a trace of delight flashed in her eyes.
Fang Yi had only meant to close his eyes and rest, but as the notes of the instrument rang out,
the mental exhaustion brought on by receiving Black Eyes' inheritance and deducing cultivation arts over this period
came rushing in and swallowed him in an instant. Accompanied by the clear notes of the instrument, he sank into a deep sleep.
Beside him, Ying Huanhuan listened to Fang Yi's even breathing, puzzlement on her face. This guy had actually fallen asleep.
After all, once a person reached the Creation Realm, they no longer needed sleep to recover.
They more often cultivated in meditation. Was he really that tired?
But then she thought of the pressure weighing on him. Ever since becoming the young sect master, he had constantly pondered how to strengthen the Dao Sect.
According to her father, his "Second Origin Art" and "Heavenly Thunder World-Suppressing Art" could both be considered Heaven Martial Arts.
The fact that someone only at the Nirvana Realm could actually create the beginnings of Heaven Martial Arts showed how hard he worked every day.
Looking at the sleeping Fang Yi,
Ying Huanhuan found that he no longer resembled the Dao Child who lived freely in the Dao Sect yet stood high above everyone else.
Instead, he had become the Fang Yi who had once cultivated alongside them.
"What a pity. You've grown up."
Ying Huanhuan could not help reaching out with her most flawless jade hand to poke Fang Yi's face. She propped up her chin and watched him for a while.
"Get some good rest."
Ying Huanhuan left on light feet. As soon as she was gone, Fang Yi, whose eyes had been resting half-closed on the bed, snapped them open.
He really had fallen asleep, but the moment Ying Huanhuan poked his face, he woke up. He had always been highly alert.
Hearing the softness in Ying Huanhuan's voice, Fang Yi was flooded with conflicting feelings. Am I really a scumbag?
No, how can I think like that?
He still was not at peace with himself. Having been given a second life, he ought to live freely. Fang Yi thoroughly despised himself for a moment.
Thinking of Ying Huanhuan's eventual fate, Fang Yi's eyes flashed coldly.
Otherworldly Demon Emperor, you've got one more reason why you must die!
He could go to the Great Thousand World, but he could not go there to search for Ying Huanhuan.
"First, I'll deal with the Yuan Sect and have the Dao Sect completely suppress the Eastern Xuan Region. Otherwise, if the Eastern Xuan Region can't be united, its fighting strength will be too scattered."
Fang Yi put his hands behind his head and planned what he would do next. As he pondered, he fell asleep again amid the young woman's fragrance.
Early the next morning.
Fang Yi flew out of Ying Huanhuan's hall and came to a platform beside the Dao Sect's Pill River.
A young woman in dark robes sat cross-legged on the platform. Her face resembled Ying Huanhuan's, but she looked more aloof.
Though her eyes were closed, she sensed Fang Yi's presence. She opened them and said mildly, "You're back?"
"Mm, I got back yesterday. I saw you were cultivating, so I didn't disturb you."
Fang Yi sat down on the platform beside her, letting the Pill River batter his body. He could not even be bothered to use Origin Energy to resist it.
Tiny black holes appeared around him from time to time, devouring the Nirvana Qi.
"I brought you a gift from my trip."
With that,
a jade hairpin appeared in Fang Yi's hand, smooth and lustrous throughout. Of the pile of ornaments Mu Qianqian had chosen, Fang Yi had thought this one suited Ying Xiaoxiao best.
"Your thoughts should be on cultivation, not on this."
Though a trace of delight flashed in Ying Xiaoxiao's eyes when she saw the phoenix hairpin, she still chided him.
"Hey, let me tell you, I didn't neglect my cultivation while I was away."
Fang Yi went behind Ying Xiaoxiao and naturally gathered her hair, coiling it up with the hairpin.
As for why it came so naturally,
when they were children, Ying Huanhuan and Ying Xiaoxiao's long hair had gotten in the way of their cultivation, so he had always been the one to put it up for them.
Ying Xiaoxiao caught the faint scent on Fang Yi.
Her body tensed for a moment.
She listened as Fang Yi spoke of his experiences on the trip, once again leaving out the details and focusing on the inheritance he had obtained.
Fang Yi said, "When the time comes, I'll teach you all..."
Ying Xiaoxiao was silent for a while before she said, "My talent might not be enough to comprehend it."
Her voice was somewhat subdued.
Her talent could indeed be counted among the best in the Dao Sect, but compared with Ying Huanhuan and Fang Yi,
it was far too ordinary.
"Why else do you think I created the Second Origin Art? Once the old man finishes deducing it, you can go and learn it.
There's a little danger, but with me there, nothing should go wrong."
Fang Yi finished putting up Ying Xiaoxiao's hair and nodded slightly. "Sis, there's no need to put so much pressure on yourself. I'll avenge senior brother Zhou Tong and senior sister Wang Jie."
The last Sect Competition
had actually taken place not long ago. He had just broken through to the Nirvana Realm then, and Ying Xuanzi could not possibly have let him take part in that competition.
He could only warn Ying Xuanzi to watch out for the Yuan Sect's schemes. It had helped: Wang Jie had not died, but she had still been gravely injured and was recuperating even now.
"Mm."
Ying Xiaoxiao nodded, but she had already made up her mind to insist that her father let her try the Second Origin Art first.
"I'm going in to cultivate."
Seeing Ying Xiaoxiao's expression, Fang Yi knew that some of her resentment toward him had faded. Each person had to be coaxed in their own way.
The ornaments were only the beginning. To Ying Xiaoxiao, the most important things were giving her a sense of security and helping her improve.
As it happened, he lacked neither.
But it would still take a little time to coax Ying Xiaoxiao around that quickly. He was in no hurry, though; he had to stay in the Dao Sect for at least this period.
"Oh, right, we have a junior sister..."
"Huanhuan told me about her. Her name is interesting: Ying Xiaoxiao, Ying Huanhuan, Jiang Yinyin..." For some reason, a teasing glint flashed in Ying Xiaoxiao's eyes.
"Why don't you change your name too? From now on, you can be Fang Yiyi?"
The classic ABB format?
Interesting.
Fang Yi agreed just as naturally. "Then Fang Yiyi it is. It'll help me fit in with you."
"Are you stupid? Who would call someone that? If word got out that our Dao Sect's Dao Child was named Fang Yiyi, it would sound so silly."
Ying Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at Fang Yi. This guy agreed to whatever she said.
Fang Yi laughed. "Hahaha, then you can be the only one who calls me that, Sister Xiaoxiao!"
With that, he became a streak of five-colored light and charged madly through the pressure of the Pill River. The deeper he went, the more terrifying the pressure became.
Great Five Elements Spacetime Collapse!
Black hole vortices appeared one after another, madly devouring the Pill River as it washed over him.
With the Nirvana Qi gone, there was naturally no pressure left.
At the same time, the power of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body erupted. Golden light swirled around him as he continuously broke through the pressure of the Pill River, which even someone at Seven Yuan Nirvana would feel.