Source Technique Treasure Record

The matter concluded.

Fang Yang did not linger at the Taixuan Sect, nor did he acknowledge Ye Fan. This was not because he had forgotten their former friendship after rising to prominence.

It was due to the current impression the Taixuan Sect held of him.

If he were to make contact with Ye Fan, Ye Fan would inevitably suffer severe ostracization and harassment in the days to come.

"A real man should be like this!"

Watching the rainbow trail Fang Yang left in the sky as he departed with such ease, Ye Fan's eyes were filled with ambition and hope.

He had thought about it carefully.

How could Fang Yang, a mere mortal body, progress so rapidly, breaking through to the Four Extremities Secret Realm in just three years to become a Candidate Holy Son of the Yao Guang Sacred Land?

The conclusion was that the Bodhi Leaf from Mars must have played a massive role, helping him comprehend the scriptures of the Yao Guang Sacred Land.

"The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body requires a gargantuan amount of resources during cultivation. If only there were sufficient resources..."

Ye Fan realized profoundly.

The paths of different people are not the same.

He currently harbored too many secrets; joining any faction was out of the question, or he would inevitably meet a miserable end.

"The only plan now is to leave the Taixuan Sect and head to the Northern Domain, where source mines abound. Only then will I have a glimmer of hope to catch up to Fang Yang."

Ye Fan knew that Fang Yang only possessed five or six Bodhi Leaf, so it was impossible for him to maintain such a cultivation speed forever.

With the Bodhi Seed in his hand, if he could make some gains while mining in the Northern Domain, he might not be unable to catch up to Fang Yang in the future.

In the air, Fang Yang flew on a rainbow while initiating a ten-consecutive draw.

[Kun Fist (White)]
[Wing Chun Fist (White)]
[Baji Fist (White)]
[Small Umbrella (White)]
[Golden Coffin (White)]
[Sucking Palm (Green)]
[Fire-Blowing Palm (Green)]
[Black Jade Intermittent Paste (Green)]
[Zhuo Fist (Green)]
[Source Technique Treasure Record (Purple)]

Five white, four green, one purple.

Not bad at all.

Skipping the useless white cards, Fang Yang examined the five extraordinary cards:

"Sucking Palm and Fire-Blowing Palm—these two Profound-rank Dou Techniques are quite ingeniously conceived..."

"Black Jade Intermittent Paste is a miracle medicine in low-martial worlds, but for me, it's not even as effective as a mouthful of Divine Spring."

"Zhuo Fist, a fist technique created by Gu Chensha when he first entered cultivation. It's a pity it isn't the Common People Mending Heaven Technique he later deduced... or even the Dragonless Mental Method."

As Fang Yang's cultivation deepened, he increasingly realized the benefits of the genius aptitude brought by that Dragon-Nurturing Pill.

If he could elevate his genius aptitude further to become a peerless prodigy, a born saint...

He suppressed these thoughts and looked at the most precious purple card from this draw:

[Source Technique Treasure Record (Purple)]
[Description: Records the life's work of a Source Earth Master, covering pulse-seeking and source-probing, disguise and transformation, Source Technique Heavenly Eye, and more.]

"Just as I was nodding off, a pillow appeared."

"The Northern Domain has a fierce folk culture and is rampant with bandits. I was just preparing to go there to act on behalf of heaven, so I can conveniently practice the secret arts in the Source Technique Treasure Record."

Fang Yang manifested the Source Technique Treasure Record.

An ancient book made of unknown material appeared in his palm.

The pages turned.

An hour later, Fang Yang had committed the contents of the Source Technique Treasure Record to memory and had initially mastered a few of its minor techniques.

"According to the book, the Source Earth Master who wrote this legacy was already extremely close to the realm of a Source Heaven Master."

"Although I don't know if this is self-aggrandizement or an indisputable fact, the Source Technique legacy recorded within is truly extraordinary."

Fang Yang set off for the city garrisoned by the Yao Guang Sacred Land, stepping on the Yaoguang Footwork, and arrived there shortly.

Familiar with the process, he presented his identity token and stepped into the domain gate.

Yellow sand swirled.

A red desert stretched as far as the eye could see.

This was a mining area belonging to the Yao Guang Sacred Land, where cultivators and miners mingled, excavating rare ores left from ancient times.

Fang Yang emerged from the dimensional gate.

The disorientation of traveling through the void still lingered in his mind.

A massive roar echoed from the horizon:

"Little ones, charge for me!"

A burly man with a full beard, riding a Double-Winged Flying Horse, led a vast swarm of cultivators behind him.

At his command, the cultivators surged from the sky towards the ground, scattering across the enormous mining area.

"I just arrived here and I'm already encountering bandits raiding a mining area?"

Fang Yang had thoroughly studied the Yaoguang Secret Chronicles and was familiar with matters concerning the Yao Guang Sacred Land, as well as many forces and prominent figures in the Eastern Wasteland.

The burly man with the beard on the horizon was the Tenth Great Bandit among the Thirteen Great Bandits, a powerful expert at the Immortal Second Realm Mighty Figure stage.

"It's best not to linger here. I should leave."

Fang Yang understood that these great bandits would, at most, plunder the ores and Pure Source from the mining area. They wouldn't easily kill disciples of the Yao Guang Sacred Land unless absolutely necessary.

However, a wise person doesn't stand beneath a crumbling wall.

Facing such villains, one shouldn't count on them being rational.

Snake Talisman!

Invisibility!

Fang Yang vanished instantly before the dimensional gate, chose a random direction, and flew away from the mining area, transforming into a streak of light.

Behind him, intense conflict erupted in the mining area, but it was no longer his concern.

Inside a village.

A group of bandits, riding Dragon-Scale Horses and wielding whips, herded the villagers to the village entrance, preparing for a beheading.

"All we ask for is three catties of Pure Source each month. Go ask around, which other gang leader is as benevolent as our boss."

"With such generous terms, you still can't meet them? Are you deliberately opposing us?!"

"In that case, we'll follow the pre-arranged rules. Bring out three women and three heads as the price for your breach of contract."

The bandit leader's lackey finished speaking and waved his hand.

Three elderly people were brought forward.

"Dad!"

"Mom!"

"Grandma!"

Cries of anguish erupted from the crowd herded to the village entrance. But facing these powerful bandits, they lacked the strength or courage to resist, and could only watch as their loved ones were beheaded.

"Let them go!"

Just then, a young man stepped forward, standing tall and glaring at these beasts.

The bandits were surprised that there was such a reckless youth in the village who dared to stop them. They responded with cruel smiles.

The villagers were also bewildered.

Who was this?

They didn't recognize him!

"You beasts worse than pigs and dogs, trash born without mothers and raised without fathers..."

The young man cursed.

Why was he so brave?

The villagers showed expressions of either fear or relief.

The bandits, however, sneered and stepped forward, putting down their sabers and picking up some rarely used tools to give this ignorant brat an experience worse than death.

The young man remained fearless, continuing his tirade.

Under the terrified gazes of the villagers.

Under the fists and kicks of the bandits.

A sword light appeared and struck.

Thirty-six bandits, thirty-six heads rolled to the ground, making intimate contact with the earth, covered in a layer of dust.

[Killed 36 insignificant enemies, Destiny +3]