Yang Fire Saves People

Brass Pagoda.

Bronze Bell.

Red Copper Smelting Furnace.

Purple Copper Heavy Cauldron.

The four artifacts were stacked one by one, forming a seamless whole, as immovable and eternal as a sacred mountain.

"One weapon breaks ten thousand laws" was no easy secret technique to acquire; this Dragon Transformation Realm bandit had an extraordinary background and grand ambitions, yet he had only managed to refine these four heavy weapons.

At this very moment, the Dragon Transformation Realm bandit suddenly felt that refining four artifacts wasn't such a bad idea after all.

One heavy weapon might not be enough to block it.

But with four heavy weapons of the same origin standing together before him, surely they could block the punch of a Four Extremities Realm cultivator?

Even if that punch... was truly a bit terrifying...

Fang Yang's mind was focused and singular, untroubled by the thoughts of the man before him; he pushed the Sun Emperor Fist forward, unhurried, sensing the Dao rhythm within it.

He did not cultivate the Sun True Scripture.

Between him and a forbidden secret technique like the Sun Emperor Fist, there remained a lamentable, thick barrier that was difficult to break through.

Yet, relying on his genius aptitude, Fang Yang used the Yaoguang Scripture to drive the Sun Emperor Fist, barely managing to manifest seventy or eighty percent of its power.

The momentum of the Emperor Fist was as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea.

When it reached ten zhang from the Dragon Transformation Realm bandit, it hit its peak; the Sun True Fire burned, and the terrifying thermal energy instantly melted the surface of the four heavy weapons.

Droplets of molten copper dripped onto the ground.

The fist landed.

The Dragon Transformation Realm bandit roared in unwillingness, unleashing what was perhaps the final secret technique of his life; the four heavy weapons were forged and condensed into one, colliding with Fang Yang's Emperor Fist like a falling meteor.

The man perished.

The spot where the Dragon Transformation Realm bandit had stood was transformed into a massive crater, the interior filled with grayish-white crystals, the four broken artifacts lying dead and silent.

Not even a corpse remained.

[Killed Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator, Fate +800]

Another sum of Fate added to his account.

Fang Yang looked around.

The Immortal Platform Realm cultivators were still locked in battle and had not cast much attention here; the aftershocks of their combat were far stronger than this punch of Fang Yang's.

A Four Extremities Realm cultivator, even one capable of killing a Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator, was merely of the younger generation and could not become the center of this battlefield.

Beyond that, however, the battlefield for cultivators below the Immortal Platform Realm had all been affected by this punch.

"What kind of move is that?"

"I am also a disciple of Yao Guang Sacred Land; why didn't my master teach me this move?"

"The fist is like the great sun, like an emperor patrolling the heavens—this is clearly the forbidden secret technique of the Sun Holy Emperor: the Sun Emperor Fist!"

The disciples of Yao Guang Sacred Land were well-read and recognized the secret technique Fang Yang used faster than the bandits.

"Could it be that Fang Yang obtained the complete Sun True Scripture? Or perhaps he only obtained the Sun Emperor Fist, this single forbidden secret technique?"

Some speculated, their hearts burning with fervor.

"Unlikely. If it were the complete Emperor Scripture, he wouldn't need to circulate the Yaoguang Scripture to drive this secret technique while unleashing the Sun Emperor Fist."

A Dragon Transformation Realm elder of Yao Guang Sacred Land had a sharp eye, noticing the faint light unique to the Yaoguang Scripture on Fang Yang's body as he unleashed the Emperor Fist.

"A single forbidden secret technique is still rare. Although our Sacred Land possesses an Extreme Emperor Weapon, we have yet to inherit a complete Emperor Scripture."

Some sighed, while others grew jealous.

Regardless, after today, the name Fang Yang would surely become famous throughout Yao Guang Sacred Land.

There were not many Candidate Holy Sons in Yao Guang Sacred Land, but there were not few either, so not everyone knew of Fang Yang as a Candidate Holy Son.

But the inheritance of a forbidden secret technique.

That was enough to push him to the forefront of the storm.

Conversely, the act of killing two Dragon Transformation Realm cultivators in succession—something that Four Extremities Realm prodigies could generally achieve—might be overshadowed by the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron and the Sun Emperor Fist.

The battle did not cease!

Fang Yang did not stop his pace.

He continued to search for suitable targets to contribute to his Fate.

An incense stick of time later.

The Mysterious Yellow Cauldron was entangled by a Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator, and for a time, neither could gain the upper hand, leaving the situation in a stalemate.

Just as Fang Yang was preparing to head over there to slay the Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator...

The Jiang family's forces arrived.

"Fellow Daoists of the Yao Guang Sacred Land, we're here!"

"Hold on!"

A cavalry of several hundred, led by the Jiang family's Grand Elder, descended like a dark cloud.

"Li Daoqing, I'll take your life next time!"

Seeing the situation turn dire, the Peacock King disengaged from the battle.

He wasn't afraid of death.

But he couldn't stand by and watch his good friend, the Green Flood Dragon King, Tu Tian, and the troops who followed them all die here.

Two against one, their defeat was sealed.

The Thirteen Great Bandits could rampage through the Northern Domain for two reasons: firstly, all thirteen leaders were powerful cultivators in the Immortal Platform Realm.

Secondly, their escape speed was incredibly fast.

In this world, weakness was not an obstacle to survival, but if you couldn't fight and couldn't escape, you deserved to be beaten to death.

"Thank you, fellow Daoists of the Jiang family!"

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang, Li Daoqing, cupped his fists and thanked the Jiang family's Grand Elder before him.

"As fellow righteous cultivators of the Eastern Wasteland, we should naturally stand together. Those great bandits have gone too far, even daring to attack the Holy Lord with the Peacock King. They have brought their own demise."

The Jiang family's Grand Elder exuded righteousness, appearing every bit the noble figure of the righteous path.

"I don't believe a word you say!"

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang spat inwardly.

This old man had a thick skin.

If he truly meant what he said, he should have cooperated with the Yao Guang Sacred Land just now and kept all these great bandits and their subordinates here.

However, they had come to save him in the end.

Even though Li Daoqing disdained such behavior, he wouldn't forget the kindness of the Jiang family's Grand Elder because of it.

The leaders of the two great powers exchanged pleasantries.

The Jiang family's knights stood solemnly, unapproachable.

The disciples of the Yao Guang Sacred Land began to silently collect the bodies of their fallen comrades and tend to those severely wounded, missing limbs, and on the verge of death.

"Fang Yang."

Weiwei walked up to Fang Yang. The joy of their reunion was dulled by the somber atmosphere around them.

Behind her, Yao Xi also approached gracefully, but without disturbing their reunion, she simply nodded slightly at Fang Yang.

"The Yao Guang Sacred Land belongs to everyone, but ultimately, it belongs to me, the future Holy Lord of Yaoguang."

With this mindset, Fang Yang channeled the Yin Yang Twin Flames within his Bitter Sea and waved his right hand, engulfing all the Yao Guang disciples in a sea of pure white flames.

Yang fire healed, Yin fire killed.

When the sea of fire first descended, some disciples thought they were under attack, but when they realized the white flames were not harming them but healing their injuries, their vigilance disappeared.

In its place arose a question.

"Who is it?"

"It's the Candidate Holy Son, Fang Yang!"

Although only a few people saw Fang Yang summon the sea of fire, it was enough to spread the word of the life-saving flames' origin throughout the crowd in a short time.

"Candidate Holy Son!"

"Holy Son Fang!"

Many had only minor injuries, but some had been half a step into the gates of hell. After being healed by the pure white flames, they rushed to thank Fang Yang and greet him.

Fang Yang nodded in response to each of them, exchanging polite greetings and getting to know many people, thus building some connections.

Afterward.

Fang Yang chatted with Weiwei, then had a casual conversation with Yao Xi, who had joined them. He then excused himself, claiming to have gained some insights during the battle, and found an empty stone room to reside in.

[Current Fate Points: 3266]

"What a shame, those cultivators in the Dragon Transformation Realm were slippery as loaches and didn't dare to clash head-on with me. Otherwise, the Fate Points gained this time would have been even more."

Inside the stone room, Fang Yang looked at his Fate Points with regret.