Chapter 872: Where Shall Thou Go?

"Furthermore, up to this day, ever since fighting for the Celestial Luck Banner was permitted, there are less than a hundred sects that succeeded in snatching the flag."

The fatty took a pause before he continued, saying, "Yes, by up to this day, I mean a point in time hundreds of thousands of years ago to this day. There are fewer than a hundred who have succeeded in all this time. Isn't it even more interesting now?"

Yun Yang coughed but he did not bother to retort.

"Surprised already? Do you know how many there are of the lower class sects that rose to the middle class and succeeded in fighting against other middle-class sects?" the fatty said very calmly while squinting at Yun Yang.

Despite feeling discouraged, Yun Yang did not want to give in. He squinted at the rotund fellow and asked, "How many?"

"I forgot if it was eight or nine. Definitely lesser than ten anyway."

The fatty licked his lips and said, "Also, how many of the middle-class schools who rose to the upper class? I remember this very clearly. For so many years, only two! Two!"

Yun Yang replied as he rolled his eyes, "Then how many are there among the upper-class schools that have ascended to the palace class?"

The fatty replied with a hiss, "Heh, what a wild imagination you have... Upper class to palace rank? A prodigious Ascended it must be, indeed, far-sighted and wise, to think about such farfetched technical levels right away... I'm sorry, this young brother's knowledge is incredibly limited. From what I know... there's..."

He smirked before continuing, "Not even one."

When he mentioned "prodigious Ascended", his tone was rather strange.

Yun Yang remained silent, tearing his gaze off of the fatty. The latter continued to stare at Yun Yang with a squint before he stretched his legs out and lay down comfortably. Cushioning his head with his arms, the fatty spoke as if he was talking in his sleep, "Brother, it's not that I'm purposefully crushing your hopes. You've just ascended and your cultivation base is already the third level of Honor."

"Forget the fact that you must already be unrivaled in your original realm, a supreme master that's never been seen before - you're considered a prodigy here in the Bound of Universe as well. However, in the Bound of Universe, it's never about being able to go far just because you're a genius or your cultivation base will forever remain proficient."

"If luck isn't on your side, this could very well be the peak of your life. Who knows when you'll meet a tough one who finishes you off? If your luck is better, you may be able to join a clan that's attached to a lower class sect and enjoys half of the Celestial Luck Banner - don't you dare look down on that. That's really a good amount of luck already. If you're exceptionally lucky, you may gain the favor or the liking of someone from a lower class school and enter it as a disciple. Of course, if Lady Luck favors you so much, it's not entirely impossible to enter a middle-class sect directly. However, your chances are as good as a meteor falling from the sky and striking your asshole precisely without injuring you... As for upper-class schools and above, that's something we can't even dream about. Save your wishful thinking lest you tear up after a beautiful dream slips through your hands..."

"Oh, right. With your talent and current cultivation base and ability, perhaps you can try for the super clans. I must warn you though, the super clans are few in number and rarely show themselves, so much so that ordinary martial practitioners could hardly come in touch with them."

"This young brother, I, shall tell you something honest. The cultivation methods in this world are countless and varied. There are only those that you can't think of, never ones the cultivation methods can't cover. It's a pity that most of them are in the hands of schools and clans. There are nearly no resources at all in the martial world."

"Do you understand now? The entire reality of the Bound of Universe is based on mere numbers. Rogue cultivators have no resources!"

"Now that you're aware of these, do you feel your future turning pitch black? Not even a glimmer of hope?"

Qian Duoduo crushed Yun Yang with his words without any effort, his eyes twinkling with relish over the matter.

"Aren't you left with hopelessness and despair?"

Yun Yang's eyes were narrowed into a squint as he nodded slowly, saying, "You're right. I really do have only one feeling now..."

"What feeling is it? Can you share it?"

"Right now, I feel that I should thank you properly and help you work your limbs and muscles."

"I beg your pardon?"

With a pained cry, Yun Yang was already on top of the other, showering punches and kicks. The fatty's delight ended in agony, as he was beaten up by a certain heartless one. Although he begged for mercy incessantly, it was futile. He had turned into a swollen form of himself within an instant.

After a while, Yun Yang looked over to Qian Duoduo with a crisp spirit.

"Continue."

"My cheeks hurt, I can't speak..."

"So serious? Let me rub them for you!"

"No need, no need. I'm just blabbering... I'll speak, I'll speak now."

...

The fatty gave a two-day lecture covering both major and trivial information, spit foaming as he presented the rules of different occupations, division of forces, schools and sects, cultivation base and levels in the Bound of Universe, as well as the whole story about the Celestial Luck Banner, specifically regarding the methods of obtaining and snatching the flag and successful examples...

The more Yun Yang listened to him, the more he felt that the fatty was a talent.

He was truly a gifted man!

If this large amount of information was the knowledge of cultivators who were substantially successful, it was not unusual. However, to compare to the fatty who spoke with so much familiarity and was very versed in each field, not many could pass!

Such eloquence and organizational skill did not belong to simply anyone.

By the time Yun Yang was done listening to the speech, it was already dawn of the third day. He was not at all fatigued. Sitting upright by the cave and gazing at the first rays of the day outside, he was silent in his own thoughts.

The fatty who similarly pulled a few all-nighters and had his eyes rimmed red stole glances at Yun Yang's expression. Other than the dilated veins in his eyes, there were also brimming interest and hope. He was guessing that Yun Yang must be contemplating his future path in Bound of Universe.

Qian Duoduo was filled with curiosity. What was the plan of this handsome lad? One thing he was sure, however, was that whichever route Yun Yang decided on, it would not be a smooth one!

The sky gradually brightened. The droplets of dew hanging off the leaves by the cave were sparkling with crystalline splendor.

Like an old monk who was meditating, Yun Yang was immersed deep in his thoughts.

The fatty could no longer hold himself in as he crawled over carefully and said, "Boss... you... what do you plan to do? This young brother is useless but I'm willing to offer you my service!"

Yun Yang was not surprised by his reaction. He had long seen past the fact that the fellow had nowhere to go and was without a future too. Following him would instead be the best path now. Otherwise, he would not have given such an effortful lecture. It was like the fatty was fearful of being careless and accidentally violated some celestial law.

"You mentioned the Black Celestial Luck Banner, the Green, Silver, Gold, and Amethyst just now... but these are only five classes. Didn't you say that there's a total of six classes?"

"Cough, the final supreme flag... is not known to ordinary people. Everyone knows that there's such a flag, but no one knows what it looks like."

"I see."

Yun Yang pondered for a moment before returning to the topic at hand, asking, "What do you wish for me to do?"

As he raised the question, he was crisp and calm in his mind. He had already decided.