Fang Yang’s trip to the Sen Clan’s residence yielded immense rewards, far exceeding what Fang Min, Fang Hao, and the others had imagined.

First and foremost, he had enjoyed a far more favorable cultivation environment!

For example, the dishes he consumed daily were of an exceptionally high grade.

As a result, he had effortlessly pushed the refinement of his eagle-body to 88% in a single stroke.

One must understand that the higher one’s realm, the longer it takes to achieve a breakthrough.

Yet on this trip to the Sen Clan’s residence, he had managed to shave off several months of effort.

This was an environment that the Fang Clan could not provide for him.

To a certain extent, he was practically enjoying the treatment reserved for a descendant of a Great Saint.

The second gain was obtaining an Elemental Artifact—the Wenshan Pen!

The Elemental Artifacts he possessed were primarily for combat, consisting of armor and battle spears.

And now, he had actually obtained a unique Elemental Artifact like the Wenshan Pen.

The Wenshan Pen was particularly special, especially for Fang Yang.

On one hand, the Wenshan Pen was inherently a Tier Five artifact. With proper nurturing, it could be restored from a Tier Four Elemental Artifact back to a Tier Five one.

If he had a great enough opportunity, there was even a slim, remote possibility that the Wenshan Pen could be elevated to a Sacred Artifact.

Sacred Artifacts were one of a kind; their importance went without saying.

On the other hand, the Wenshan Pen had a special origin and was suspected to have come from Father Sen.

Fang Yang’s acquisition of the Wenshan Pen was undoubtedly a sign that his relationship with Sen Hui had received Father Sen’s acknowledgment!

Currently, Father Sen was a Great Saint whose might shook the Eight Domains.

As long as he remained true to Sen Hui, this special connection would serve as his protective talisman.

The third gain was the transformation and evolution of several of his techniques!

By now, he had already transformed and evolved techniques like the Thunderous Strike Skill, the Thunderfire Wings, and the Little Whale Swallowing Skill into ones that suited him perfectly.

The Thunderous Strike Skill had evolved into the Thunder Sea Skill.

The Thunder Sea Skill possessed two sides, light and dark, embodying the concept of bipolar evolution.

The light side manifested as intensely firm and fierce Yang Thunder, punishing the world like a heavenly tribulation, annihilating both body and soul.

The dark side manifested as insidious and vicious Yin Thunder, coiling and corroding like a poison that clings to the bone, relentless and unceasing.

Of course, this was just his initial concept.

For the Thunder Sea Skill to truly reach this level, he would have to become a Grandmaster of the Thunder Dao School at the very least.

This was because the Thunder Sea Skill required him to absorb countless forms of lightning and thunder, gathering them into a stream, then a lake, a river, an ocean, and eventually, the entire world...

This task was particularly tedious.

However, one advantage it had over the Fire Domain Skill was that the Thunder Sea Skill did not require exotic forms of lightning.

Of course, it would be for the best if exotic lightning could be integrated into the Thunder Sea Skill.

And now, although his Thunder Sea Skill was only at the "stream" level, its potential was immense.

As for the evolution of his other Cultivation Techniques, the Thunderfire Wings had evolved into the Carp Eagle Wings, and the Little Whale Swallowing Skill had evolved into the Whale Swallowing Skill.

This was a qualitative transformation!

From this day forward, he would gradually transcend the path of the Carp Eagle and truly walk his own path—the path of the Kun Peng.

Although the path of the Kun Peng was still just a seed, it held the potential to grow into a towering tree, perhaps even a World Tree.

Once he succeeded, the histories of the Fang Clan, the Changkong Clan, and the Golden Clan would all be forced to record his name.

He could start a new branch of the family registry, with himself as the progenitor!

WHOOSH...

The phantoms and afterimages dissipated as wind and snow descended with the night.

Fang Yang rose to his feet and pushed open the window.

The crisp, cold air entered his body, instantly clearing Fang Yang’s mind.

He lifted his gaze and saw the night sky. Beneath the moon, a silvery radiance shone brilliantly, making the snow look like white jade.

Under the watchful eyes of Fang Min, Fang Hao, and the others, a cold wind gusted in. Fang Yang suddenly smiled. "Even the cold wind lends its strength, helping me glimpse the face of heaven."

As a Transmigrator, a fiend from beyond the heavens, he could not bear the thought of the Sen Clan forever holding power over him.

His fate could only be controlled by him and him alone.

But with the entanglement of various events, especially the passionate emotions intertwined with Sen Hui, he knew he had been thoroughly branded with the mark of the Sen Clan.

Compared to the Sen Clan, a behemoth akin to a true dragon, he was like a mere grass serpent or a fire finch.

Although he had immense potential to be unearthed, he had, after all, not yet fully matured.

But even a serpent or a finch could swallow a dragon.

A serpent devouring a dragon!

...

While Fang Yang was lying low and cultivating, the others were not standing still either.

Some people knew exactly where they were headed.

Others, however, abandoned their strengths and pursued paths where they were not skilled.

Fang Lanxi, for example, was one such cultivator who chose to focus on her weaknesses while neglecting her strengths.

After personally witnessing her cousin Fang Yang’s power before Elder Qingma and the others, Fang Lanxi became increasingly eager to achieve great things and become a young prodigy herself.

Watching his daughter entertain such unrealistic ideas gave Second Uncle Fang a considerable headache.

It wasn’t that Second Uncle Fang wanted to deliberately crush Fang Lanxi’s confidence. It was just that, having walked his own path and especially having served as Fang Yang’s protector, he understood more and more that being a young prodigy was no easy feat.

One careless misstep, and a young prodigy could end up just like Minghai Profound Blade or Muri Shengkai—dead, with their path to the Dao extinguished.

Most importantly, Fang Lanxi merely possessed a Grade-C Spirit Body, the "Flower Butterfly Spirit Body."

On the path of a Pill Master and healer, Fang Lanxi could still be called a genius. But in the arena of combat and slaughter, how could she possibly contend with other prodigies?

She would likely become a stepping stone for others, or worse, just one of the nameless skeletons paving the way to someone else’s throne!

After all, a figure like his nephew Fang Yang, who had defied all odds to rise, was a rarity seen once in a thousand years.

To be more serious, given the rigid and stratified hierarchy of their world, Fang Yang’s rise could be called a once-in-ten-thousand-years phenomenon.

Even having accompanied Fang Yang throughout his growth, Second Uncle Fang still felt bewildered by his nephew’s transformation.

One moment, Fang Yang would suddenly break through to a new realm.

The next, Fang Yang would effortlessly obtain a Spiritual Object.

And then, just as suddenly, Fang Yang would overpower his peers to become the champion.

Fang Yang’s path of growth simply defied all logic.

It was not a path that could be replicated by a second person. Anyone who tried to copy it would be courting death!

And now, Fang Lanxi was fantasizing about retracing Fang Yang’s steps. How could this not make her father, Second Uncle Fang, anxious and terrified?

In this situation, Second Uncle Fang felt utterly helpless.

He had no choice but to ask for help and invite Fang Yang to come and fight Fang Lanxi at the same cultivation realm.

As for Fang Lanxi, she was eager for the challenge!

...

Early morning, the sunlight was warm.

In the training grounds, the wind and snow were subsiding.

Fang Yang and Fang Lanxi stood on the dueling platform, facing each other from a distance.

Both of them emanated the aura of the Tier One Peak realm.

At this moment, Fang Yang stood with his left hand behind his back, his right hand holding the Wenshan Pen.

Fang Yang: "Lanxi, if you can withstand three of my moves without being defeated, you can be considered on par with the likes of Lin Tianxue and Cyan Aura. If you can withstand even one move, you can be called a top talent among your peers."

In an instant, the light in Fang Lanxi’s eyes flared.

’We’re at the same realm. Surely I can take at least one strike from my cousin, right?’

’If I really can’t, then I should indeed follow the path my father has arranged for me and strive to become a top-tier Pill Master.’