A Palm Strike Slays the Tianyuan Immortal Sect's Saint Son

Time passed.

At Tai Xu Stone Market, the stone gambling grand event that had been warming up for several days officially began.

The stone market was located in the inner city, with a vast cluster of interconnected halls.

Tai Xu Stone Market was divided into southern and northern sections. The Zhang Family controlled the southern market, while the Ye Family controlled the northern market, and the two sides competed fiercely.

This stone gambling grand event featured many large stones and rare Origin Stones, drawing crowds of cultivators until the place was packed shoulder to shoulder.

However, most had come merely to watch the spectacle. After all, the cheapest stones at Tai Xu Stone Market started at one Top-grade Spirit Stone apiece.

"I heard that both the Zhang Family and the Ye Family obtained several ancient Origin Stones from the Polar Ancient Mine. They say twenty or thirty Origin Masters died, and both families suffered grievous losses!"

"Then those Ancient Origin Stones must be extraordinary. There is surely heaven-shaking treasure inside."

The crowd exchanged words as they watched the Origin Stones displayed throughout the market. Some resembled infants, some were grotesquely shaped, and some were round and smooth like jade, like works of art.

Just then, cries of surprise erupted from a corner of the crowd.

"It's out! A sixth-grade Blood Spirit Crystal!"

"It's Ye Fentian, the Third Saint Son of the Tianyuan Immortal Sect! He cut out a sixth-grade crystal with his very first blade!"

They saw—

A young man clad in splendid crimson-gold robes wore a smug grin as he casually tossed the sixth-grade Blood Spirit Crystal to the female companion beside him.

"Thank you, Senior Brother. You're incredible! I never imagined your Origin Arts were so powerful."

A woman in a scarlet gauze dress, her red hair blazing