Chapter 236: Yang Jian Secretly Peeks at Guanjiangkou; Romance and Ruthlessness Are Not Contradictory

A stretch of water.

Ripples of water light all around shone upon the lotus stems, white and swaying, dancing gracefully, rich and fragrant, the scent brushing against one's clothes.

Yang Chan was beautifully adorned in elegant attire, refined and noble, clouds of light rising beneath her feet, merging with the water waves to form clusters of frost-white water lotuses.

She moved continuously, teasing a strange bird with emerald feathers and red markings that resembled a wild goose; no matter how it flapped its wings to fly high, it could not truly escape.

With a graceful, rippling gait, her skirt fluttering, she looked like a lonely phoenix wandering among the clouds, radiant and eye-catching.

Suddenly hearing Fang Longye's words, she dissipated the force field she had generated in her hand, and the strange bird, already a frightened bird, hurriedly flapped its wings and fled.

Paying no mind to the strange bird, Yang Chan flicked her skirt sleeves and turned to look at Fang Longye, her beautiful eyes shifting slightly, a look that was neither quite a smile nor quite a frown as she said, "What Dao Scripture? And it's the most suitable for me?"

"You had better not tell me this Dao Scripture is the Great Joy Scripture or the Xuanyuan Inner Scripture~"

Her tone was light and dismissive, laced with a scoff or two.

In the time they had spent together, the person before her had often spoken flirtatiously in her presence, even occasionally mixing in small, suggestive actions.

At this moment, when he abruptly said there was a Dao Scripture suitable for her, Yang Chan truly did not believe these were serious words.

Strange to say, if it were anyone else, she would have slapped them down long ago.

Yet, with this person before her, despite him clearly having a dissolute nature—without even bothering to hide it—she found herself unable to feel any anger toward him.

She knew this was very abnormal. But she was just like someone under a spell, unable to help but forgive his flirtatious behavior.

Therefore, do not look at how Yang Chan maintained an unyielding front with her words; in truth, ripples were already surging in her heart, filled with constant shock and suspicion.

Hearing those one or two scoffs from Yang Chan, Fang Longye saw her lack of focus and shook his head with a wry smile: "You have truly misunderstood~"

Having said this, he did not say more, immediately pointing to the center of his own brow, revealing a glimmer of spiritual light that quickly headed toward Yang Chan.

Seeing this, Yang Chan did not refuse; she accepted it gladly, letting this glimmer of light merge into her sea of consciousness. She was also curious about what the Dao Scripture Fang Longye spoke of could be.

The spiritual light dissipated, and a vast amount of information fell into Yang Chan's heart, flowing freely, evolving into thousands of pictures, converging into a tortuous, strange, and heart-rending story.

In these images, she saw a little girl who had depended on her brother since childhood, only to be forcibly torn apart by a cultivation divine dynasty, ending in a life-and-death separation.

She saw that little girl, in order to avenge her brother, using a useless body that could not cultivate, fighting against the heavens, the earth, and herself all the way, carving out a brilliant path of the Dao from the impossible.

She saw that little girl find the place where her brother died, only to see a ghost-faced mask remaining beneath the bloodstains.

She saw that little girl destroy the divine dynasty, pacify the forbidden zones, and at the land of becoming immortal, shatter the Immortal-Becoming Cauldron—not to become an immortal, but only to wait for her brother's reincarnation to return in the mortal world.

She saw that little girl finally reach the peak, transforming into a Great Emperor who awed the ages, relying on her obsession to live life after life in a world where longevity was severed.

Yet she felt not the slightest joy~ "I do not want to be separated from my brother! I beg you, give my brother back to me!"

"I beg you, take my sister with you!"

"Divine blood, demon blood, and Buddhist blood have all been poured onto it; it will be my turn soon. It does not matter if I die, but who can help me take care of my sister?"

"I do not seek to become an immortal, I only wait for your return in the mortal world~"

……

Scene after scene, voice after voice, echoed in Yang Chan's mind, bringing her a shock that reached deep into her soul.

An inexplicable feeling welled up in her heart.

At this moment, she thought of so much.

She thought of her own experience long ago when her family was destroyed, and she thought of the scene of her second brother carrying her as they fled all the way……

She felt that she, as a younger sister, did not seem to have been very competent.

For a time, a hundred feelings surged in her heart.

After a long while, the silent Yang Chan, with slightly reddened eyes, looked up at Fang Longye and said earnestly: "Many thanks, Brother Fang!"

"Whether it is the Swallowing Heaven Demon Art or the Undying Demon Art, both are worth their weight in gold."

"You are too kind!" Fang Longye waved his hand.

"Might I ask about the creator of these two techniques?"

"I obtained them from the World Remains in the Rakshasa Sea Market earlier." This was his prepared response, and he answered immediately, giving an answer that made Yang Chan feel quite regretful.

The implication was, naturally, that the world no longer existed~

"Is that so?"

Yang Chan murmured in a low voice.

After composing her mood, she revealed a smile toward Fang Longye, bright and radiant.

She said: "Regardless, you have finally been serious for once this time."

"Thank you for the gift of these techniques! Right now, I have gained much insight; your Inner World is not convenient for my seclusion, so send me out!"

"Very well~"

Fang Longye had anticipated this long ago.

In the information he passed to Yang Chan, besides covering the life of the Ruthless Great Emperor in the world of Shrouding the Heavens, it also contained all the knowledge she had perfected up to the Quasi-Immortal Emperor level.

Converted to this world, it was only a step behind the Great Luo Dao Scripture.

It was enough to make Yang Chan take notice.

However, Fang Longye had miscalculated one thing.

What truly moved Yang Chan was not the Ruthless Great Emperor's full range of learning.

Instead, it was the life experiences of this Ruthless Great Emperor that he had deliberately added out of his own mischievous sense of humor.

……

Guanjiangkou.

The river water surged, vast and boundless, with the sun and moon rising from within it, magnificent and grand.

Looking closer, there was a temple overlooking the great river, with ten thousand waters coming to pay homage, shrouded in sky-blue mist.

The shadows of the eaves hung over the waves, and the layered towers listened to the sound of the tides.

In autumn, the pine gates opened, and the scent of sandalwood clung to one's lapels.

Even from a great distance, there was a magnificent aura that struck one's brow, causing one to subconsciously hold their breath and focus, not daring to be disrespectful.

It was none other than the Erlang Xiansheng True Monarch Temple.

It had originally been quiet and still.

Yet at this moment, a sky-filling baleful aura suddenly surged upward. The pillar of energy, piercing through Yin and Yang, caused the entire universe to tremble.

The momentum was vast, encompassing the four directions and the Eight Extremes.

Yet it was restrained as one, not falling into space-time; below the Great Luo, it was invisible to all.

Only those who have attained the Great Luo could see this earth-shattering phenomenon.

Suddenly, a burst of loud laughter soared straight into the clouds.

Accompanied by the laughter, a divine figure emerged from the void, standing in a space difficult for ordinary people to perceive, his entire body radiating power sufficient to overturn the heavens and earth.

He was seen wearing a Three-Mountain Flying Phoenix Hat, clad in Light Goose-Yellow Armor, with a Slingshot slung at his waist, his appearance handsome and refined, with a Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear on his back flashing with cold light.

It was precisely Erlang Shen Yang Jian.

"This Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch has actually completely severed his Evil Corpse!"

"The Yuqing Lineage has produced another Great Divine Ability holder; truly, there are successors!"

"He is worthy of being the most renowned figure among the third generation of the Profound Gate. How little time has passed since he attained the Great Luo! To stand shoulder-to-shoulder with us so quickly~"

"I am old! I am old! Each generation of talent emerges to replace the old!"

"..."

In the darkness, the various great beings who had cast their gazes over upon hearing the sound began to converse secretly.

Divine senses crisscrossed, and they sighed in admiration one after another.

The laughter ceased, and Erlang Shen Yang Jian, completely ignoring the divine senses of the great beings, turned his head to look toward Huashan.

The third eye on his forehead shone with a strange light, seemingly able to illuminate the sun, moon, and stars, and he immediately prepared to project it to erase the person he loathed.

Yet, for some unknown reason, this action of his came to an abrupt halt. With a cold snort, he submerged back into a realm opened within the darkness of Guanjiangkou.

The great beings who had cast their gazes over did not mind his rude behavior.

This was only because the one who had appeared just now was not Yang Jian himself, but his newly severed Evil Corpse avatar.

As an Evil Corpse, it was born with many negative emotions and was a body of slaughter.

Coupled with the fact that Yang Jian himself was somewhat arrogant, it was perfectly normal for the Evil Corpse to act somewhat extremely~

In an unknown, void place.

With no sky above and no ground below.

Only divine light descended, brilliant as brocade, vast and bright.

Within it sat a young Daoist, wearing a Daoist crown, clad in a robe of Chaos-born Green Lotus, his waist bound by a Jade Belt, his sword-like eyebrows reaching his temples, his bearing elegant and refined.

Just sitting there quietly, his eyes clear and bright, he extended a finger; space-time, thin as silk, drifted over and coiled around his fingertip in layer upon layer.

With a single glance, he saw through the past, present, and future.

This Daoist was none other than the true body of Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch Yang Jian.

At this moment, his expression was not calm, but filled with both joy and anger.

The joy was—

Originally, the future of his younger sister Yang Chan was like the lines on his palm in his eyes, clearly visible, with every change understood in his heart.

But now, an indescribable Heavenly Luck descended, like clouds, like mist, like fog, blocking the way and making the lines become blurred and unclear.

His sister's future had finally become a state of Chaos.

How could this not make him feel joy? Perhaps some might wonder, is it not best to have the future at one's fingertips?

In this way, he could provide all-encompassing protection for his sister.

If Yang Jian were not a Great Luo, he might have taken this for granted and thought it was a good thing.

But in reality? This could only mean that his sister, Yang Chan, would never have the possibility of attaining the Great Luo.

Because as long as a living being has the possibility of attaining the Great Luo, then their future in the river of space-time should not be fully visible to the eyes of a Great Luo.

Although for the near future—a thousand years, ten thousand years, or even measured in Yuanhui—a Great Luo can indeed see clearly.

After all, this being only has the possibility of attaining the Great Luo, not that they have already attained it.

But the distant future should always be a mass of fog.

And his sister?

The river of space-time constantly branches, countless times. Yet, originally, among the endless possibilities, he could see them all.

He could even see the end of them all.

Moreover, these futures were not so pleasant.

He had tried to modify his sister's future. But no matter how he modified it, the results remained unsatisfactory.

It seemed that his sister was destined to experience a Love Tribulation.

No matter how he modified the future, his sister would always fall in love with a mortal and give birth to an offspring with extraordinary aptitude.

In such a situation, most of her origin would be lost, her strength would plummet, her temperament would change drastically, and she would have no possibility of attaining the Great Luo.

"Heh~"

"They all say the Great Luo is omnipotent, yet I cannot even change my own sister's future; what kind of omnipotence is that?"

Thinking of this, Yang Jian could not help but mock himself.

Fortunately—

Now, everything was different. His sister's seemingly fated future had finally been changed.

Having set down the heavy stone in his heart, he naturally felt as if the dust had cleared and the light had emerged, his realm breaking through to enter the ranks of the Great Divine Ability.

However, how could this guy be the one who would allow his own sister's future to be changed?

Yang Jian's gaze shone like a torch, directly reflecting the figure of Fang Longye in his eyes.

He was so angry his teeth itched, wishing he could skin him and pull out his tendons! Especially since, through the River of Time and Space, Yang Jian had spied on quite a few of this fellow's private little schemes.

Every single one of them made Yang Jian's blood boil!

This was the reason for Yang Jian's mixed emotions of joy and anger.

After approaching Yang Chan, Fang Longye did not forget to use his Golden Finger to conceal himself. After all, he also knew that he was stealing someone else's fresh and tender little cabbage, Yang Jian's sister.

But birds leave tracks, and geese leave cries.

If you walk by the river often, how can you not get your shoes wet?

He could conceal himself, but he had no way to completely conceal Yang Chan.

Naturally, this allowed Yang Jian to see clues from his own sister, and then peel back the layers to find the truth.

Very quickly, this wicked beast Fang Longye, who attempted to steal someone else's little cabbage, fell into Yang Jian's sight.

Then, by focusing his divine sense, every move he made was naturally laid bare.

If it weren't for the fact that Fang Longye was related to Yang Chan's future, and he was afraid of damaging the vase while trying to kill the rat, Yang Jian would have had no way to take action.

He would have long since shattered space with a palm, captured Fang Longye, skinned him, pulled his tendons, carved out his flesh, dug out his heart, broken his five limbs, and given him a good thrashing!

How could he still be able to restrain his Evil Corpse, which had fallen into a rage, after it had been completely severed, telling it not to kill him? *Sigh* "Relax, at least this guy is better than that wimp Liu Yanchang~"

Yang Jian constantly soothed his own explosive mood, comforting himself in his heart.

But not even a moment later, he discovered that he still couldn't fool himself.

The more he thought, the angrier he became; the angrier he became, the more stifled he felt, and he cursed in his heart: "Bullshit, better than Liu Yanchang!"

"No matter how much of a wimp Liu Yanchang was, at least he could be considered devoted. At the very least, he wasn't like this rotten mud loach, heartless and unrighteous!"

Even if he had not achieved the status of a Great Divine Ability user, he was still an invincible existence among the Great Luo, overlooking the River of Time and Space, with all past events in his eyes.

How could he not see through Fang Longye's character? Originally, his greed for beauty had already made Yang Jian despise him in every way.

But that nature of being a philanderer, completely devoid of love and filled only with desire, made him even more disgusted.

Because this type of person is the most unscrupulous.

He was certain that as long as the benefits were great enough, abandoning his wife and children would be nothing major for Fang Longye.

For a young woman, this heartlessness hidden beneath a romantic exterior is even more hurtful than the passionate nature of a philanderer.

It was just that, recalling the thoughts of his own sister he had spied through the River of Time and Space, Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a bit powerless.

His own sister had already developed feelings for this rotten mud loach.

"Damn Love Tribulation!"

The joy in Yang Jian's heart, which had sprouted because his sister had escaped her predetermined future, faded quite a bit.

Because the fated Love Tribulation of his sister Yang Chan had arrived early. And damn it all, it had landed on this rotten mud loach! Thinking of this, cold light appeared in Yang Jian's eyes; he was considering whether to end it all, strike a lethal blow, and see if he could kill this rotten mud loach.

Afterwards, he could manipulate time and modify his sister's experiences during this period.

Because he was a bit uncertain whether this unknown future of his sister Yang Chan was actually better than the previous predetermined future~

It was clearly what Yang Jian had sought with all his heart before, yet now he was somewhat hesitant.

Just as Yang Jian was struggling in his heart, a crane's cry interrupted his deep thought.

Raising his eyes to look, he saw a crane gracefully emerge from the void and land not far from him.

Seeing the figure on the crane's back, Yang Jian hurriedly stood up and performed a formal bow.

He addressed them: "Master Uncle~"

(End of this chapter)