Fortuity That No Longer Belongs to This World, the Tao Yao of the Land of Abandoned Celestials
Fortuity That No Longer Belongs to This World, the Tao Yao of the Land of Abandoned Celestials
Gu Changge’s plan wasn’t actually all that complicated.
Of course, the most important thing right now was finding out exactly where that cousin of his was, so certain preparations could be arranged in advance.
Especially learning about her current situation—for instance, just what kind of existence the expert backing her truly was.
However, since this involved the internal affairs of the Gu Family’s main clan, the forces he could mobilize were limited—only those of his own branch.
The other branches would likely only heed his words once he was officially designated the future Family Head.
As for mobilizing the other branches’ forces to search for that cousin, it would probably cost more than it was worth, and might even interfere with his subsequent plans.
At once, Gu Changge pondered for a moment.
He summoned the confidant waiting outside the hall.
“Ah Da.”
“Young Master, Ah Da is here!”
A burly man in black entered, his expression respectful.
Though from his appearance one could tell he wasn’t actually Human—fine, pale-green scales grew along his arms.
He possessed the bloodline of the Ancient Dragonborn Race, raised by the Gu Family since childhood. Unlike retainers of outside surnames, he could freely enter and leave both the inner and outer islands.
His strength was at the Partial-Enlightened Realm, making him one of Gu Changge’s trusted confidants.
“Pass this matter on to Ming Lao. Instruct him to investigate...”
Gu Changge spoke.
With a point of his finger, a decree letter written in divine sense landed in Ah Da’s hand.
Ming Lao was, after all, an Enlightened King Realm cultivator—a great expert even in the Beyond. Having him handle matters would be quite convenient.
Before descending to the Overworld, Gu Changge had generally assigned tasks to Ah Da.
But with a stronger Enlightened King Realm expert stepping in, things would presumably go much more smoothly.
“Yes, Young Master.”
Ah Da received his orders and departed, swiftly heading to the outer islands to find Ming Lao.
The Gu Family’s territory was vast—“boundless” would be a fitting description.
Traveling from the inner islands to the outer islands required passing through numerous Transportation Arrays along the way. If an ordinary Cultivator accidentally wandered into the Gu Family’s lands, they would absolutely get lost.
The kind of lost where they’d never find their way out for the rest of their life.
That was, of course, assuming they weren’t first bitten to death by the ferocious beasts roaming freely between the islands.
After Ah Da left, Gu Changge thought for a moment and summoned his status interface.
Since returning to the Beyond, he hadn’t really improved his current cultivation.
Master: Gu Changge.
Aura: Fated Villain.
Weapon: Eight Barren Demon Halberd.
Identity: True Disciple of the Skyward Schloss.
Physique & Bloodline: Demonic Heart, Daoist Bone.
Cultivation: Peak of the Honoured Lord Realm.
Arts & Techniques: Skyward Ascension (Seventh Layer, 99% progress), Demonization (Talent), Nature God’s Chant (Talent), Force of the Void (Talent), Immortal-Devouring Demonic Art...
Fatums: 4,000.
Fortuity Points: 2,000 (Onyx).
System Shop: Open.
Storage: Domain-Shattering Talisman ×1, One-third Fragment of the World Seed ×3, Fortuity Plundering Talisman ×3.
His Fortuity Points had already reached two thousand—without him even noticing, they’d grown by quite a bit.
Of course, Gu Changge was now mulling over whether to use these two thousand-plus Fortuity Points to break through to the Honoured King Realm first.
At that point, he could condense an Honoured King Dharma Body, raising his combat power another level.
However, Fortuity was an illusory, intangible thing. Back when his Fortuity was only a few dozen points, nothing had happened either.
Nothing good happened, and nothing bad happened either.
After thinking it over, Gu Changge suspected it had to do with his Onyx Fortuity.
“System, since Onyx Fortuity doesn’t exist among the seven tiers of Fortuity—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet—and counts as an Anomaly, what would happen if my Fortuity Points dropped to zero?” Gu Changge asked.
Hearing his question, the System replied, <Master need not worry about this. The concept of Fortuity Points is merely a calculation derived from the System’s functions. Fortuity itself is illusory and intangible; converting it into points is simply to give Master a more intuitive and easier way to understand it.>
After all, Gu Changge was a Transmigrator—his way of thinking differed from that of the natives.
Points were definitely easier for him to comprehend.
“Because Master is an Anomaly, you have long since ceased to belong to this world. Fortuity Points dropping to zero would actually have no effect on Master whatsoever. Master may have noticed—no matter how many Fortuity Points you have, they have never affected your daily life, your background, your opportunities, and so on...”
“And even if you now obtain fortuitous encounters, inheritances, and the like, your Fortuity Points will not increase. You can only gain Fortuity Points by subduing those with great Fortuity, or by slaying Fortuitous Ones...”
The System explained, thus answering Gu Changge’s question.
He nodded.
No wonder his Fortuity Points had reached this level—who knows how many times higher than Ye Chen’s back then—yet no divine treasures had fallen from the sky, nor had any inheritances emerged from the earth.
So his Fortuity no longer fell under this world’s jurisdiction?
So this was the treatment of a villain—if you want opportunities, go find the Fortuitous Ones.
Of course, compared to scouring every corner for opportunities, Gu Changge preferred picking ripe fruit.
Finding leeks to harvest truly was the best opportunity of all.
“So for me, Fortuity Points are actually about the same as Fatums. And since these are Fortuity Points I obtained myself, the exchange rate to Fatums is one to ten?”
Gu Changge was somewhat enlightened.
In other words, his two thousand Fortuity Points were equivalent to two thousand points of readily exchangeable wealth.
His own true Fortuity was a Variable—one that even the System couldn’t display.
With the System’s explanation, he was reassured.
Clearly, aside from drops from slaying Fortuitous Ones...
As long as he subdued more people of great Fortuity like Su Qingge and Lin Qiuhan, his Fortuity Points would rise accordingly.
And every day brought a certain amount of Fortuity income.
To put it nicely, it was called farming and raising crops.
To put it bluntly, it was like... raising pigs.
“Exchange one thousand Fortuity Points.”
Having figured this out, Gu Changge barely hesitated.
At the same time, he kept one thousand Fortuity Points in reserve for emergencies.
<*Ding!* Exchange successful. Congratulations, Master, on obtaining ten thousand Fatums.>
The System’s voice rang out.
Gu Changge glanced at his current Fatums—a full fourteen thousand points.
“System, add points.”
Weng!
The next moment, Gu Changge felt a strange energy coursing through his body, divine light like that of the Great Dao surging through his limbs and bones.
His Daoist Bone resonated in unison, brilliant radiance spreading out.
His Demonic Heart remained restrained, utterly still.
At the same time, within Gu Changge’s mind, the progress of Skyward Ascension’s seventh layer finally broke through its limit.
In an instant, he grasped numerous insights and techniques of Skyward Ascension, rising along with his progress.
Honglonglong!
Gu Changge heard many surging, roaring sounds—like a great river boiling, like a vast ocean—circulating through his meridians and throughout his Spiritual Sea.
Cultivation—breakthrough to the Honoured King Realm!
“Six thousand Fatums remaining.”
With a thought from Gu Changge, a hazy figure like an incarnation of the Great Dao began to emerge behind him, flowing with a terrifying aura.
All manner of Great Dao sounds rang out, runes flickering, bearing an ancient, aloof majesty like that of a god.
This was the innate talent contained within the Great Dao Bone.
The Daoist Body.
A body like the Great Dao itself, suppressing all things.
For a Young Prodigy, this was already a trump-card-level powerful move.
“Breaking through to the Honoured King Realm—my strength really has improved a lot. It’s no longer the same world as the Honoured Lord Realm.”
“This feeling... tsk tsk...”
Gu Changge lightly clenched his fist.
The Daoist Body behind him clenched its fist in unison. At this moment, he seemed capable of wielding punishment in heaven and earth’s stead!
This powerful talent, strictly speaking, should have belonged to his cousin—of this, Gu Changge was well aware.
But external things were, in the end, external things.
Later on, he would find a way to resolve the matter of the Daoist Bone—either devouring it with the Immortal-Devouring Demonic Art, or exchanging for a new bone from the System.
Just not right now.
At present, besides its mighty divine power, the Daoist Bone served other purposes for him.
Soon, Gu Changge’s gaze began searching through the System Shop.
After all, he still had over six thousand Fatums remaining.
Plus one thousand Fortuity Points.
With such a large fortune, he had to first find ways to upgrade his various means.
Although the Gu Family possessed many divine techniques and treasured arts, Gu Changge felt they still weren’t as comprehensive as the System’s. Moreover, selecting techniques and arts required contribution points to the family.
As the Young Master, he merely had slightly more selection privileges than other clan members—he couldn’t simply choose at will.
At his current cultivation level, he had actually long since mastered the Gu Family’s most powerful treasured arts.
Finally, Gu Changge settled on a Primordial Spirit secret art.
Endless Immortal Art, priced at five thousand Fatums.
He possessed the Nature God’s Chant; his attainments in the Primordial Spirit already stood at the pinnacle of his generation.
Now, adding another powerful Primordial Spirit secret art would complement it perfectly—like adding wings to a tiger.
“Exchange.”
Gu Changge quickly made his choice, and the numerous records of this Primordial Spirit secret art instantly appeared in his mind.
At the same time, he continued consuming Fatums, adding points...
Weng!
Finally, Gu Changge’s Nature God’s Chant stepped out from between his brows, transforming in its embrace into a Bronze Celestial Sword.
The sword’s light was blinding, carrying surging killing intent, as if a single strike could slice through thousands of universes!
This was the ultimate Primordial Spirit slaughter art!
...
While Gu Changge was breaking through to the Honoured King Realm, people across the Gu Family’s various Godly Islands and immortal mountains all sensed that aura.
Though Array Patterns shielded the area, the pressure erupting in that moment was like the Great Dao rumbling—fundamentally different in essence—triggering a phenomenon in heaven and earth.
“Changge invites all the Clan Elders to meet at the main peak.”
Then, above each branch’s territory, Gu Changge’s voice suddenly resounded.
These words echoed across the various inner islands, drawing the attention of many of the Gu Family’s direct-line members.
The Clan Elders in their various palaces and courtyards, in particular, furrowed their brows.
“What is that Gu Changge up to? Does breaking through in cultivation mean the Family Head position is settled?” someone shook their head.
“What is the Young Master doing? Actually asking all the Clan Elders to appear in person?” Many were shocked.
“Could it be about the position of the next Family Head?”
Meanwhile.
In the Land of Abandoned Celestials of the Beyond, an extremely vast and desolate place.
In its deepest reaches, numerous ancient mountain ranges rose and fell, exuding a primordial, savage aura.
Mists of Chaos shrouded everything, making it appear incomparably mysterious.
There were also terrifying beasts with astonishing vitality—whose mere breathing could cause the heavens to collapse and the earth to split—roaming about.
Yet when they looked toward a certain spot not far away, they would visibly reveal expressions of reverence.
There lay a small village like a paradise on earth. Its population seemed small—fewer than a thousand—but every face bore an honest, simple expression.
An incomparably flourishing, resplendent ancient Peach Tree stood at the village entrance, its blossoms blooming one after another, vibrant and dazzling, as if all manner of Dao essence flowed within them.
It was as though it had propped open eternity itself, rooted in chaos, existing since the very dawn of creation.
“Sister Tao Yao, I’m leaving this place...”
A young woman dressed in green whispered softly beneath the Peach Tree.