"What's more, up until now, since the rule of seizing the Celestial Luck Banner was established, the number of sects that managed to capture the flag is less than a hundred." Fatty paused and continued, "Up until now, it refers to hundreds of thousands of years. Less than a hundred sects have succeeded. Don't you find it interesting?"
"Cough, cough, cough …" Yun Yang coughed again, unable to retort.
"You're surprised? Do you know how many lower class sects have risen from the middle class to the middle class and successfully fought against them? "Fatty spoke with an unusually indifferent expression as he looked at Yun Yang from the corner of his eyes.
Yun Yang was discouraged, but he refused to show weakness. "How many?"
"I've forgotten whether it's eight or nine, but it's definitely less than ten."
Fatty licked his lips and continued, "Also, how many middle class sects have risen to the upper class? I remember this very clearly. For so many years, there have only been two, only two! "
Yun Yang rolled his eyes and said, "Then how many upper class sects have risen to palace level?"
Fatty bared his teeth. "Hah, you're really bold … Upper class sects have risen to palace level? You're indeed an ascended expert. You're far-sighted, to think so far ahead. I'm sorry, this young brother's knowledge is really limited. Anyway, from what I know … there's only one. "
He smiled and continued, "There's not one either."
When he mentioned the words' ascended expert ', there was a hint of sarcasm.
Yun Yang was completely silent, even his gaze left Little Fatty.
Fatty was still looking at Yun Yang from the corner of his eyes. Then, he stretched his legs and lay down comfortably on the ground. Resting his head on his hands, he said as if he was sleep-talking, "Brother, it's really not that I want to discourage you. You've just ascended and your cultivation base is already at Honor level three.
Not to mention that you're already invincible in your original realm, an unprecedented Honor expert, you're also a rare genius in the Bound of Universe. However … in this Bound of Universe, it's never just because you're a genius that you can go far and your cultivation base will always be high. "
"If your luck isn't good, you'll probably end up like this for the rest of your life. Who knows when you'll meet a tough opponent who'll kill you. If your luck is slightly better, you can join an aristocratic family attached to a lower-class sect and enjoy half of the Celestial Luck Banner … Don't look down on it, that's really good luck. If you're especially lucky, you can win the favor of someone in a lower-class sect or make friends with them and become a disciple of a lower-class sect. Of course, if you're really lucky, there's also a slight chance that you can directly become a disciple of a middle-class sect. However, this chance is really similar to a meteor falling from the sky hitting your buttocks and blocking your buttocks without hurting you … As for the upper-class sects and above … Those are things that you can't even dream of. You'd better not be delusional, lest you shed tears in vain after a beautiful dream … "
"Right, with your talent and your current cultivation base and ability, you can try to make a move on the super aristocratic families. Not only are there very few super aristocratic families in this world, they rarely show themselves and aren't something that ordinary martial artists can come into contact with."
"Let this young brother say something even better. There are thousands and thousands of cultivation methods in this world. There's nothing you can't think of and nothing you can't get your hands on. It's a pity that most of them are in the hands of sects and aristocratic families. There are almost no resources in the martial world. "
"Do you understand now? The real situation in the Bound of Universe is actually just a few numbers. Rogue cultivators have no resources!"
"Do you feel that your future is bleak after understanding all this? That there's no hope at all? " Little Fatty Qian Duoduo attacked Yun Yang relentlessly, his eyes gleaming with schadenfreude. "Is there only despair and helplessness left?"
Yun Yang narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly. "You're right. I really only have one feeling now …"
"What feeling? Can you share it? "
"I feel that I should thank you properly now and help you loosen your bones."
"Huh?"
With a pained cry, Yun Yang pounced on him, punching and kicking him.
Little Fatty's joy turned to sorrow as he was taught a harsh lesson by an unscrupulous person.
Even when he begged for mercy, it was to no avail. In just a moment, his face was swollen like a pig's.
After a while, Yun Yang looked over, refreshed. "Go on."
"My cheeks hurt, I can't speak …"
"Is it that serious? Shall I rub it for you?"
"No need, no need. I'm just saying … I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll talk now."
…
Little Fatty talked about everything in detail for two days and two nights, spitting saliva everywhere. He talked about the rules of every industry in the Bound of Universe, the division of forces, sects, cultivation bases, and the beginning and end of the Celestial Luck Banner, especially the methods of obtaining the Celestial Luck Banner, as well as the successful examples …
The more Yun Yang listened, the more he felt that Little Fatty was a talent.
A real talent!
There was so much information. It wouldn't be surprising if a cultivator with a certain level of achievement knew about it. However, there weren't many who were as familiar with it as Little Fatty did. Furthermore, he knew everything clearly and was extremely familiar with it!
Not everyone had such eloquence and organizing skills.
By the time Yun Yang finished listening, it was already the wee hours of the third day. Yun Yang did not feel the slightest bit sleepy. Sitting at the entrance of the cave, he looked at the sky that was starting to brighten as he pondered quietly.
Little Fatty, who had also stayed up for a few days, peeked at Yun Yang's expression with reddened eyes. Other than the redness in his eyes, there was also a strong sense of interest and hope.
He guessed that Yun Yang was thinking about how he would go on in the Bound of Universe in the future!
Qian Duoduo was filled with curiosity. How did this pretty boy in front of him plan to go on?
The only thing he could be sure of was that no matter which path Yun Yang chose, it would not be an easy one!
The sky gradually brightened.
The dew on the leaves of the few stalks of grass at the entrance of the cave glimmered.
Yun Yang pondered in silence, like an old monk in meditation.
Little Fatty finally could not hold it in anymore. He got up carefully and said, "Boss … Boss … You … What do you plan to do? This young brother is untalented, but I'm willing to serve you! "
Yun Yang was not at all surprised by Little Fatty's reaction. He had long seen that this child had nowhere to go and his future was bleak. Following him was, in fact, the best way out now. Otherwise, he would not have introduced him so diligently.
It was as if he was afraid that he would be rash and inadvertently violate some law of heaven.
"You mentioned the black Celestial Luck Banner, green, silver, gold, purple … but these are only the fifth class. Didn't you say there's a total of six? "
"Cough, there's the Supreme Banner at the end, but … that's not something ordinary people know. Everyone knows that there is one, but no one knows what it is exactly. "
"I see." Yun Yang pondered and returned to the topic at hand. "What do you want me to do?"
When he asked this, Yun Yang's heart was as calm as ice. He had made up his mind!
…
"What does everyone want Yun Yang to do? "
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