To withstand a single move without defeat is to be a champion of one’s generation.

To withstand three moves without being defeated would put you on par with the likes of Lin Tianxue and Cyan Aura.

The moment Fang Yang said this, the spectators—Fang Xuan, Fang Min, Fang Hao, and the others—were utterly astonished.

They knew Fang Yang’s character well and understood that he was not one to make empty boasts.

In other words, Fang Yang had gained much from his trip to the Sen Clan’s residence and had begun to forge his own unique path of cultivation.

’Could he even be like Sen Wei, on the verge of becoming a young Great Saint?!’

Fang Xuan was dumbfounded. "We clearly embarked on the path of cultivation at the same time. I’m still struggling just to break through to the Tier Two Middle Realm, but my cousin is already starting to transcend the Dao and methods of the Carp Eagle Ancestor?"

Fang Min’s pupils constricted. "So this is the kind of talent that’s destined to become a Dao Seed, someone who will almost certainly become a Saint... If I want to become a Saint, it seems I still have a very long road ahead of me..."

At this moment, Fang Yang’s words left everyone with a swirl of complicated emotions.

Compared to Fang Lanxi’s boiling excitement, these more experienced cultivators could better perceive the profound, mountain-like aura emanating from Fang Yang.

"Electric Python’s afterimage, manifest."

Under everyone’s watchful gaze, Fang Yang activated his True Essence and channeled it into the Wenshan Pen.

Lifting the Wenshan Pen, he drew a line through the air. A brilliant white light, rich with energy, flooded the void and rapidly took form.

In the blink of an eye, a giant ink-wash python burst forth. It closely resembled an electric python, with a massive body and a ferocious visage, and it lunged forward wrapped in a foul wind and crackling with vicious lightning.

This was the profound mystery of the Dao of Painting—with a single stroke of the brush, one could recreate the might of a Fierce Beast.

The Electric Python Fierce Beast itself possessed a trace of the Wild Beast Thunder Flood Dragon’s bloodline, making it a descendant of Wild Beasts.

Moreover, the Electric Python that Fang Yang was painting was modeled after his own battle pet.

Naturally, this ink-wash Electric Python possessed a sliver of its original’s spirit and form.

The savage, foul wind and the violent lightning erupted at once, instantly illuminating the dim stage.

At that moment, a fierce gale kicked up, knocking off Fang Lanxi’s hair ornament and sending her black hair whipping wildly.

The brilliant lightning further illuminated Fang Lanxi’s face, revealing her utter shock.

Fang Lanxi shouted, spitting out a drop of her heart’s essence blood, which then transformed in mid-air into a blood-colored butterfly.

The blood-colored butterfly merged with the phantom butterfly behind her, and her aura surged dramatically.

In an instant, she brought her arm down, fearlessly swinging her red-tasseled spear. It stirred a whistling gale as she struck directly at the ink-wash Electric Python.

BOOM—

The sound of the air shattering echoed as the greenstone stage instantly fractured, erupting into a cloud of billowing dust that obscured the arena.

But at the same time, Fang Lanxi was sent flying backward. Her red-tasseled spear was knocked from her grasp, and the butterfly phantom behind her dissipated completely.

Defeated.

Defeated in a single move.

Fang Lanxi barely managed to stay on her feet, her body swaying precariously.

Though her battle armor was not stained with blood, she could feel that all of her True Essence, blood qi, and strength had been completely scattered.

Meanwhile, in front of her, the ink-wash Electric Python continued its charge but was dissipating section by section, transforming into pure Primordial Qi that gently nourished her body.

She understood, however, that this was her cousin Fang Yang’s way of looking out for her; she had not defeated the ink-wash Electric Python on her own.

Her face was a mask of dejection, while the others were simply breathless with admiration.

"An ink-wash Electric Python... that must be one of the profound mysteries of the Painting Dao School..."

"Not just that. Ah Yang’s control over his own power has clearly reached another level."

"Heh, even with the help of that ink brush, it still demonstrates his talent in the Painting Dao School."

"The Painting Dao School is difficult to learn, harder to master, and incredibly profound. This school is even more mysterious than the School of the Cosmic Dao and the Cosmic Dao School..."

Everyone was amazed by the mystical properties of the Wenshan Pen, but they were even more astonished by Fang Yang’s control.

Fang Yang, however, simply waved the Wenshan Pen again. In that instant, surges of Primordial Qi began to stir.

The next moment, he gathered the layers of dust, condensing them into earth and transforming them into several long slabs of greenstone, gradually restoring the shattered grounds of the training field to their original state.

This scene left everyone completely stupefied.

Because Fang Yang, with just the Wenshan Pen, had actually mobilized the power of heaven and earth.

Although it was only a slight amount of this power, it was already something akin to a Divine Technique.

And Divine Techniques... that was the domain of Saints!

"Wait, this pen... why does it look so similar to the Wenshan Pen that Ancestor Fang Nian spoke of?" Suddenly, Elder De’s eyes widened.

Elder De was the most learned individual in the Fang Clan and knew of many secret matters.

He clearly remembered that one of Ancestor Fang Nian’s greatest regrets in life was never having personally wielded the Wenshan Pen.

Although the Wenshan Pen was only an Elemental Artifact, it represented a token—a form of recognition!

Its symbolic meaning far outweighed its practical use.

It’s unclear what came to Elder De’s mind, but he suddenly fell silent.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Fang Yang gradually shifted from admiration to reverence.

Meanwhile, Fang Yang looked at his cousin, Fang Lanxi, and said:

"A person doesn’t actually need much advice in their life, and I don’t intend to preach any grand principles to you."

"That’s because everyone has their own destiny, their own path. But since you and I share the same blood, I will share a thing or two with you."

"If you accept it, then accept it. If not, so be it. Just consider it nonsense from me, and don’t take it to heart."

"Remember, walk whatever path you wish to walk. But you must also accept the consequences."

"...A young prodigy, bearing that title, will inevitably be drawn into the world of fame and fortune and be forced onto the path of contention."

"This path of contention is like a trial of Gu Insects, all fighting to determine the Poisonous Insect King. You either end up with your bones buried forever beneath the earth, or you transform into a great roc and soar to the nine heavens..."

Fang Yang’s tone was calm, his voice steady.

As he spoke, he gradually recalled the true meaning he had comprehended within the Sen Clan’s Scripture Pavilion.

He then thought back on his journey and all he had experienced.

Going with the flow of his thoughts, his words became tinged with genuine emotion.

Perhaps it was due to his skill in cultivation, or perhaps it was because of his outstanding achievements.

The words he spoke made Fang Lanxi, Fang Xuan, and the others believe him from the bottom of their hearts.

At this moment, Fang Yang was like a scholar in a classroom, captivating Fang Lanxi with his profound knowledge, causing her to nod repeatedly.

Even those with higher cultivation levels, like Fang Min and Fang Hao, nodded slightly as if they had reached some new understanding.

Nearby, Second Uncle Fang and Elder De exchanged a look, and both could see the utter shock in each other’s eyes.

They knew that Fang Yang must have truly comprehended something extraordinary in the Sen Clan’s Scripture Pavilion.

Otherwise, he would not have undergone such a drastic transformation.

...

The sun gradually climbed higher, casting its light upon the earth.

A gentle breeze drifted by, stirring the fallen leaves on the training field.

Fang Yang used the Wenshan Pen to paint an ink-wash White Feathered Eagle, then stepped onto its back and gracefully departed.

As for Fang Lanxi, she remained stunned where she stood.

A look of shock remained in Fang Lanxi’s eyes, as if she’d had a sudden epiphany and understood some profound truth.

However, Fang Yang was unconcerned about whether or not she would change as a result.

’Just as I said before, everyone has their own destiny, their own path.’

’Whether Fang Lanxi accepts it or not is her own business.’

’Every life has its own dreams, its own path to brilliance.’

’As long as you don’t hinder my pursuit of the Dao and immortality, I couldn’t care less if you want to be a young prodigy or even if you want to offer the entire world as a blood sacrifice. I won’t interfere.’

’As long as you don’t block my path, you can do whatever you damn well please. Just stay out of my way.’