Battle Blade Slaughter

Proulx, as the greatest sculptor in the history of the Yulan Continent, was incredibly famous.

Although the Coiling Dragon world was a place where the strong preyed on the weak, the art of stone carving had developed to a peak, especially on the material plane; even some extremely powerful experts held master sculptors in high regard.

The appreciation for stone carving seemed to be a gene carved deep into the souls of the living in the Coiling Dragon world.

Even Prequet, after viewing the works inside the Proulx Gallery, was filled with admiration; the pieces by those experts and masters were simply too impressive. In particular, there was a stone carving of a Tyrannosaurus that it was so fond of, it even wanted to buy it.

By the time they emerged from the Proulx Gallery, the sky had already darkened.

"That was amazing."

Even after leaving the gallery, the Doham brothers still wore expressions of shock.

They had spent their time in the armies of the Dark Alliance and rarely had the opportunity to appreciate stone carvings. Works by experts and masters, in particular, were basically never seen in war zones.

"Let's go, let's buy a set of tools."

Fang Yun had also become interested and prepared to try his hand at sculpting again.

After all, he had been a student majoring in sculpture and possessed some basic techniques. Now that his strength had increased, he should be able to easily achieve certain desired effects.

If he were willing to practice for a period of time, even if he couldn't reach the level of a master, reaching the threshold of an expert shouldn't be difficult.

For three consecutive days, Fang Yun practiced stone carving.

Although he hadn't reached the level of a master, he had easily achieved the standard of an expert. Aside from the experience he brought from his past life, the rest was due to his current, more precise control, which allowed him to easily achieve the effects he wanted.

Moreover, with his current level of control, he could carve quite impressive results even using a kitchen knife.

"My lord, the Lucas Clan has sent people to pick you up."

Doham walked up to Fang Yun and spoke.

Fang Yun had not hidden his tracks, so it was not difficult for the Lucas Clan to find his current residence.

Fang Yun put away his sculpting tools and nodded. "Let's go. Let's go meet this Marquis Jeb."

The Lucas Clan had invited the young master of a major family.

In three days, this matter had already spread through the circles of many major families in Fenlai City.

Many people were paying attention to this event.

"Young master, my clan leader has already prepared a banquet."

Just as Fang Yun came out, the servant from before approached him with a smile. "I heard that you enjoy stone carving, so my clan leader has also invited many stone carving experts from Fenlai City to prepare a small stone carving exhibition."

It had to be said that the influence of the Lucas Clan was quite significant.

Soon, the carriage arrived in front of a luxurious mansion. It was the residence of Marquis Jeb.

At this moment, many people had already arrived at the Marquis's estate, all of whom were people of status. Among them were nobles curious about Fang Yun's identity, as well as some stone carving experts, all of whom were prominent figures in Fenlai City.

Marquis Jeb was also chatting with various figures with a face full of smiles.

The lives of nobles were quite boring, consisting mostly of enjoyment. Therefore, they had plenty of time to host banquets to socialize with young talents or figures from other families.

"Young master, we have arrived."

The servant opened the carriage curtain for Fang Yun and spoke.

Fang Yun stood in front of the Marquis's estate with the Doham brothers and looked at the style of the mansion. "They certainly know how to enjoy themselves."

Afterward, Fang Yun walked inside with the Doham brothers.

The people in the living room had received the news and turned to look at Fang Yun and the Doham brothers one after another.

Seeing the Doham brothers, many people gasped inwardly. Although they had heard that this young man had two extremely sturdy guards, they looked even more robust than they had imagined.

It was precisely because of the presence of the Doham brothers that the nobles believed Fang Yun was someone of status. After all, an ordinary person could not possess such guards.

Marquis Jeb, an old man with silver hair, was the first to walk over. He performed a noble greeting toward Fang Yun and said with a smile, "I am Jeb Lucas, the current head of the Lucas Clan."

"Fang Yun."

Fang Yun did not offer much of an introduction, speaking with a faint smile.

Fang Yun?

The name sounded a bit familiar, but they couldn't recall where they had heard it for a moment.

Jeb did not show it and said cheerfully, "So it is Mr. Fang Yun. Please, come in."

It had to be said that as a Marquis, Jeb was quite talkative. With so many people present, the entire banquet was extremely lively, and some nobles even suggested watching a battle.

It was a battle between their respective guards, and they even placed quite a few bets on it.

"Mr. Fang Yun, would you like to place a bet?"

Marquis Jeb asked with a chuckle.

"My lord, shall I go up?"

Doham asked directly.

Among the guards present, there were few even at the fifth rank; no one was his match.

"No need."

Fang Yun waved his hand. Many of these people were actually still trying to confirm his identity. After all, during their previous conversations, he had never mentioned a specific family background, and these people naturally wouldn't give up on that so easily.

Without waiting for Marquis Jeb to continue, Fang Yun looked at him and said directly, "I heard that Marquis Jeb enjoys collecting, and that you have quite a few treasures in your possession."

Hearing this, Marquis Jeb couldn't help but smile. "Haha, that is just a small hobby of mine. It's nothing worth mentioning, truly nothing worth mentioning."

Although he said that, his expression was quite proud; he was extremely confident in his collection.

Fang Yun smiled, then said directly, "To be honest, Marquis Jeb, I came here today because I would like to purchase a piece from your collection."

"Oh? Purchase a piece from my collection?"

Marquis Jeb's smile slowly faded, and his expression became more formal. "Mr. Fang Yun, it's not that I don't want to sell. But for me, my collection isn't meant to be sold for money."

"I believe Marquis Jeb will sell it."

Fang Yun said casually.

Marquis Jeb frowned, looking at Fang Yun, trying to discern where this young man's confidence came from.

"Mr. Fang Yun has never mentioned his background. Would it be convenient to reveal it?"

Marquis Jeb was also very cautious. If he could confirm Fang Yun's background, he wouldn't mind using a piece from his collection to build a good relationship with him.

Fang Yun smiled. "I come from the South Sea."

"South Sea?"

Marquis Jeb didn't react for a moment.

Wasn't the South Sea the ocean at the southernmost tip of the Yulan Continent? How could someone be from the South Sea? Fang Yun from the South Sea? That didn't...

Suddenly, Marquis Jeb's body felt as if it had been struck by lightning. He swallowed hard, and a hint of terror slowly appeared in his eyes. "South Sea... Fang Yun?!"

He finally remembered why the name sounded so familiar.

Recently, all of Fenlai City had been buzzing about a Saint-level expert named Fang Yun who had defeated four Saint-level experts from the Dark Alliance!

And regarding the speculations about Fang Yun, more than half of the people believed that he came from the South Sea.

Fang Yun from the South Sea! It had become a household name in Fenlai City.

Before, when Fang Yun hadn't mentioned his background and only said his name, Jeb hadn't dared to think of him as a Saint-level expert. After all, why would a Saint-level expert come to his Lucas Clan?

Even if their ancestor Lucas were resurrected, he wouldn't have that kind of prestige.

But now, hearing Fang Yun state his origin.

The more Marquis Jeb thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. Only a Saint-level expert could have such strong guards.

"Mr. Fang... Lord Fang Yun, are you... the South... the Dark Alli..."

Marquis Jeb's throat felt a bit dry. Deep down, he was terrified, excited, and also somewhat apprehensive; for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

"That's right, it's me."

Fang Yun took a casual sip of tea, his eyes carrying a hint of amusement. "What? Does Marquis Jeb have something to say?"

"No, no."

Marquis Jeb shook his head hurriedly, not daring to remain seated in front of Fang Yun, and stood up stiffly.

Marquis Jeb's behavior caught the attention of many people.

"Alright, don't be nervous. Sit down and talk."

Fang Yun waved his hand, which made Marquis Jeb feel a little more at ease. He then carefully sat back down, though he only dared to sit on the edge of his chair.

"There is no need for my information to be leaked out, understand?"

Fang Yun looked at Marquis Jeb.

"I understand, I understand."

Marquis Jeb replied carefully. At this moment, his heart was filled with pure excitement. He had actually invited a Saint-level expert! And it was the most famous Saint-level expert on the continent right now!

This was a Saint-level expert!

If handled correctly, it would be equivalent to having a Saint-level expert as the clan's backer. By then, even Clayde, the King of the Fenlai Kingdom, would have to show him respect.

As for whether he was an impostor, who would dare to impersonate a Saint-level expert? That would be suicide.

Doham saw the change in Marquis Jeb and couldn't help but laugh. "You fellow, you really are fickle."

Marquis Jeb wasn't annoyed; instead, he smiled. "It was my lack of judgment earlier. I have neglected you two lords."

As he spoke, he beckoned for his servants to bring chairs over for the two Doham brothers.

This scene truly surprised some of the nobles who were socializing, and they began to speculate about Fang Yun's identity. After all, in this setting, one couldn't have a seat without status.

It was one thing for Fang Yun to have a seat, but even his guards had chairs?

What was Marquis Jeb doing?

However, the host here was Marquis Jeb, and since most of the people who came were of lower status than him, naturally, no one stepped forward to ask.

"Alright, Marquis Jeb."

Fang Yun looked at Marquis Jeb and continued, "Now, regarding the collection..."

Marquis Jeb hurriedly spoke up, "Which piece does Your Excellency desire? I shall gift them all to you."

He was joking; for a Saint-level powerhouse to want his collection was an honor.

Fang Yun smiled and said indifferently, "The battle blade Slaughter."

"The battle blade Slaughter?"

Upon hearing this, although Marquis Jeb valued this piece highly, he did not hesitate for even a moment, "Very well, Your Excellency, please wait in the back courtyard. I shall have someone retrieve it immediately."

With that, Marquis Jeb stood up quickly.

First, he summoned his servants, instructing them to escort Fang Yun and his companions to the back courtyard area, repeatedly charging them to be careful and under no circumstances to neglect the three of them.

The servants were startled by Marquis Jeb's attitude, but they dared not ask any questions and could only become even more cautious.

As for Marquis Jeb, he went personally to retrieve the battle blade Slaughter.

Before long, Marquis Jeb walked over carrying a long box. He placed the box in front of Fang Yun and slowly opened it, revealing a battle blade radiating a dense murderous aura, its entire body a faint, blood-red color. "Your Excellency, this is the battle blade Slaughter. It is said to have been the personal weapon of a Saint-level Dragonblood Warrior five thousand years ago!"

Starting tomorrow, I will begin releasing more chapters.