Chapter 462 - 417: Legend

Chapter 462: Chapter 417: Legend

They unanimously threw their full support behind Fang Yang, establishing him as the leader of the current younger generation and allowing the young prodigies to rally around him.

An invisible crisis was completely averted.

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"Thunder Saint Academy, I’m back." Fang Yang’s eyes were deep and distant.

The moment he returned, he made his way to the Bai Zhi Dojo.

The Bai Zhi Dojo was filled with drifting immortal energy and a pervasive divine glow, a picture of peace and serenity.

After enduring a series of brutal battles, arriving here felt like a cleansing for Fang Yang’s already tranquil soul.

It became just as it once was: clear as a mirror, unstained by a speck of dust.

At this moment, he was dressed in a dark black Daoist robe, his figure tall and straight. He moved with an effortless grace, exuding an air of freedom, like a banished immortal roaming the mortal realm—transcendent and detached.

"Ah Yang?!"

The next moment, a clear cry rang out, as melodious as the call of a phoenix.

The air shimmered, and a gentle breeze suddenly stirred. A woman had appeared in the mountain pavilion ahead.

Fang Yang looked over to see a woman in flowing green robes standing alone in the pavilion, like a single lotus adrift on the water, swaying gently. She radiated an aura that was both inviting and inviolable.

Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint!

"You’re back? It’s good that you’re back."

Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint smiled, her beautiful eyes appraising Fang Yang from head to toe as she nodded from time to time.

She looked like a mother-in-law examining her son-in-law, growing more and more pleased the longer she looked.

"Because of Sen Yue, Xiaohui has been a little down lately."

"Although she’s putting on a brave face, we can see she’s troubled. You’re the one who needs to help ease her worries."

The moment she finished speaking, Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint gave a light wave of her hand.

WHOOSH. A gentle breeze stirred once more, enveloping the two of them.

The next moment, they both vanished and reappeared in a medicinal garden.

The garden was vast, with Spirit Grass and rare herbs visible everywhere.

The Primordial Qi here was so dense it accumulated like a fog, making it difficult to see.

To the east stood a grove of trees shimmering with divine light. They were a crystalline crimson, making for a striking sight.

Beneath the tranquil crimson woods, a brilliant divine light shone and the aroma of herbs drifted through the air.

Beneath a mighty ancient tree, Sen Hui was fulfilling her duties as the senior disciple.

Sen Hui was instructing the other female disciples—Xuezhi, Caiwei, and Cairou—while also reinforcing her own knowledge as an Alchemist Doctor.

This group of female disciples all came from extraordinary backgrounds. Some were daughters of Great Saints, others of Saints. Their origins were all incredibly distinguished.

One could only imagine what a formidable force they would become if they were to unite.

And as the senior disciple, Sen Hui—with the deliberate encouragement of Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint—was the center of this group of women, their leader.

Now, as Fang Yang arrived, he gazed from a distance at the radiant Sen Hui.

After years of separation, the mirror-like lake of his heart rippled, unable to remain calm.

Sen Hui was the first—and only—woman to have ever entered his heart.

’He had never been a heartless person; he had his own feelings, too.’

’But he knew very well where his future lay.’

’Therefore, he also knew what he had to let go of, and what he had to hold on to.’

’Only then could he travel light and continue to press forward.’

’Perhaps his methods along the way had been cold, cruel, almost bloodthirsty.’

’So much so that countless people believed that once he reached the venerable realm, he would very likely become the next Demon Venerable!’

’But that didn’t mean he was a cold, unfeeling machine.’

’His emotions were faint, but they were there nonetheless.’

A gentle breeze was blowing.

The branches of the ancient tree swayed.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Sen Hui glanced back. The moment she saw Fang Yang, her heart skipped a beat.

A smile on his face, Fang Yang walked toward her, one step at a time.

"Ah... Ah Yang!" Sen Hui’s voice trembled.

Hearing her, Xuezhi, Caiwei, Cairou, and the others whipped their heads around, their expressions changing in an instant.

A man’s reputation precedes him.

They knew that the Fang Yang of today was not the man he once was.

But seeing Fang Yang again, they still couldn’t help but feel an immense pressure.

Fortunately, Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint gave a light wave of her hand, leading them away and leaving the area to Fang Yang and Sen Hui.

"It’s me. I’m back," Fang Yang said softly.

Their eyes met, and a silent current of affection passed between them.

Suddenly, a mist formed in Sen Hui’s eyes, and her large, clear gaze instantly clouded over.

The ancient tree swayed, divine light surged, and the Primordial Mist swirled around them.

Sen Hui was dressed in a green skirt, her skin as white as snow. On her incomparably beautiful face, her bright eyes were misty, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

She was taller than the average woman, and what’s more, she was so well-endowed that she couldn’t see her own toes when she looked down.

Now, upon seeing Fang Yang, her entire demeanor had become animated and lively, no longer as somber as before.

And yet, a trace of sorrow still lingered in her eyes.

"My brother has left, too," Sen Hui said, her voice low.

In front of Fang Yang, she no longer put on a brave face, instead revealing her true feelings.

’My sister is still trapped, and my brother is nowhere to be found.’

’It was all so sudden. Too sudden.’

’Although her brother and sister had been extremely controlling in the past, she knew it was only because they were afraid she’d get hurt.’

"I know. I know everything," Fang Yang said as he pulled her into an embrace, gently smoothing her furrowed brow.

Reunited at last, they both had so much to say.

But inevitably, the mood of their conversation grew heavy because of Sen Wei and Sen Yue.

Faced with this, Fang Yang didn’t follow Sen Hui’s train of thought. Instead, he brought up an even bigger topic to distract her.

"Your father agreed!?" Sen Hui lifted her head, her heart suddenly racing.

It was clear that, along with her joy, she was also quite surprised.

Indeed, for Fang Yang to propose making their relationship official at a time when her brother and sister were in such peril seemed rather ill-timed.