Brass Pagoda.
Bronze Bell.
Red Copper Smelting Furnace.
Purple Copper Heavy Cauldron.
The four magical artifacts stacked one atop another, perfectly united, like a Divine Peak that had endured unchanged since time immemorial.
One Weapon Breaks Ten Thousand Techniques wasn't some secret art one could easily obtain. This Dragon Transformation Realm bandit came from no ordinary background and harbored great ambitions, yet he had only managed to refine four heavy weapons.
At that very moment, the Dragon Transformation Realm bandit suddenly felt that refining four magical artifacts wasn't such a bad idea after all.
One heavy weapon couldn't withstand it.
But the four heavy weapons shared the same origin and stood together before him. Surely they could withstand the punch of a Four Extremities Realm cultivator?
Even if that punch... was truly a little terrifying...
Fang Yang focused his mind as one. Unlike the man before him, he had no such thoughts. He steadily drove the Sun Emperor Fist, comprehending the Daoist rhythm within it.
He hadn't cultivated the Sun True Scripture.
A tragic wall still stood between him and a forbidden secret art like the Sun Emperor Fist, making it difficult to break through.
But with his innate talent, Fang Yang used the Yaoguang Scripture to drive the Sun Emperor Fist, managing to bring out seven or eight tenths of its power.
The Emperor Fist's aura was as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea.
When it came within ten zhang of the Dragon Transformation Realm bandit, it reached its peak. Sun True Fire blazed, and its terrifying heat melted the outer layers of the four heavy weapons in an instant.
Drops of molten copper fell to the ground.
The fist fell.
The Dragon Transformation Realm bandit roared in unwilling fury, unleashing perhaps the last secret art of his life. The four heavy weapons, forged and refined into one, crashed against Fang Yang's Emperor Fist like a meteor.
The man died.
The place where the Dragon Transformation Realm bandit had stood became a vast crater, its interior covered in grayish-white crystals. The four broken magical artifacts lay lifeless.
Not a trace of his remains was left.
[Defeated a Dragon Transformation cultivator, Fate Points +800]
Another windfall of Fate Points.
Fang Yang glanced around.
The Immortal Platform cultivators were still fighting, paying little attention to this place. The shockwaves from their battles were even stronger than Fang Yang's punch.
Even if a Four Extremities Realm cultivator could kill a Dragon Transformation cultivator, he was still only a member of the younger generation. He couldn't possibly become the center of this battlefield.
Besides, the battlefield of cultivators below the Immortal Platform Realm had all been affected by that punch.
"What kind of move is that?"
"I'm a Yaoguang disciple too. Why didn't my master teach me this move?"
"A fist like the blazing sun, as though an emperor were surveying the heavens. That's clearly the Sun Holy Emperor's forbidden secret art—the Sun Emperor Fist!"
The disciples of the Yao Guang Sacred Land were learned and well-read. They recognized the secret art Fang Yang had used even faster than the bandits did.
"Could Fang Yang have obtained the complete Sun True Scripture? Or did he only acquire the Sun Emperor Fist, that one forbidden secret art?"
Somebody made that guess, their heart burning with excitement.
"Unlikely. If he had the complete Emperor Scripture, he couldn't have used the Yaoguang Scripture to drive this secret art when he performed the Sun Emperor Fist."
An elder of the Yao Guang Sacred Land at the Dragon Transformation Realm had a sharp eye. He had spotted the faint glow unique to the Yaoguang Scripture on Fang Yang as he used the Emperor Fist.
"Even one forbidden secret art is a rare treasure. Our sacred land has an Extreme Emperor Weapon, but we still don't have a complete Emperor Scripture passed down to us."
Some lamented; others looked on with envy.
Whatever the case, after today, the name Fang Yang was sure to resound throughout the Yao Guang Sacred Land.
The Yao Guang Sacred Land had quite a few Candidate Holy Sons, though not so many that everyone knew them all. So not everyone knew Fang Yang, one of its Candidate Holy Sons.
But the inheritance of a forbidden secret art—
That was enough to thrust him into the eye of the storm.
By contrast, killing two Dragon Transformation cultivators in succession—something Four Extremities Realm prodigies could generally manage—might be overshadowed by the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron and the Sun Emperor Fist.
The fighting continued without pause!
Fang Yang didn't stop.
He continued searching for suitable targets to earn him Fate Points.
An incense stick's time later.
A Dragon Transformation cultivator had entangled the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron, and neither side could gain the upper hand. The stalemate showed no signs of breaking.
Fang Yang was about to head over and kill the Dragon Transformation cultivator when—
The Jiang Family forces arrived.
"Friends of the Yao Guang Sacred Land, we're here!"
"Hold on!"
A cavalry force of several hundred, led by the Jiang Family's Supreme Elder, swept down like a mass of dark clouds.
"Li Daoqing, I'll come for your life next time!"
Seeing that the situation was turning against him, the Peacock King broke away from the battle.
He wasn't afraid to die.
But he couldn't stand by and watch his friends, the Green Flood Dragon King and Tu Tian, along with the troops who had followed them, all die here.
Outnumbered two to one, their defeat was already certain.
The reason the Thirteen Great Bandits could run rampant across the Northern Domain was, on the one hand, that all thirteen leaders were great powers of the Immortal Platform Realm.
On the other hand, they were fast enough to flee.
In this world, weakness wasn't what kept you from surviving. But if you couldn't win and couldn't run, you deserved to be beaten to death.
"Many thanks, friends of the Jiang Family!"
The Holy Lord of Yaoguang, Li Daoqing, clasped his hands and thanked the Jiang Family's Supreme Elder before him.
"We're all on the righteous side of the Eastern Wasteland. Naturally, we must stand together. Those Great Bandits have gone too far. They even dared to join the Peacock King in ambushing the lord of a sacred land. They deserve to die."
The Jiang Family's Supreme Elder radiated Righteous Qi, looking every inch a master of the righteous path.
"I don't believe a word of it!"
The Holy Lord of Yaoguang cursed inwardly.
That old bastard had some nerve.
If he truly meant what he said, he should have joined forces with the Yao Guang Sacred Land just now and kept all these bandits and their followers here.
Still, the man had come to save him.
Though Li Daoqing looked down on such behavior, he wasn't about to forget the Jiang Family's Supreme Elder's kindness because of it.
The leaders of the two great powers exchanged pleasantries.
The Jiang Family's cavalry stood solemn and still, keeping everyone at a distance.
The Yao Guang Sacred Land's disciples began quietly gathering their fellow disciples' bodies and treating those who were gravely wounded, on the verge of death, or missing limbs.
"Fang Yang."
Weiwei walked over to Fang Yang. The joy of their reunion had been dampened by the sorrowful atmosphere around them.
Behind her, Yao Xi also approached with graceful steps. She didn't intrude on their reunion, merely nodding lightly to Fang Yang in greeting.
"The Yao Guang Sacred Land belongs to all of us, but when all is said and done, it belongs to me, its future Holy Lord."
With that thought, Fang Yang stirred the Yin Yang Twin Flames in his Bitter Sea and swept out his right hand. A sea of pure white fire covered all the disciples of the Yao Guang Sacred Land.
Yang fire saved lives; yin fire killed.
When the sea of flames first descended, some disciples thought an enemy had attacked. But when they realized the white flames weren't hurting them and were instead healing their wounds, their wariness faded.
A question took its place.
"Who did this?"
"It was Fang Yang, the Candidate Holy Son!"
Only a few had seen Fang Yang summon the sea of flames, but that was enough for everyone to learn who had sent the life-saving fire.
"The Candidate Holy Son!"
"Holy Son Fang!"
Many had only suffered minor injuries, but others had been one step from the gates of hell. After the pure white flames healed them, they came to thank Fang Yang and greet him.
Fang Yang nodded to each of them and exchanged a few courteous words. He met many people and made some connections.
When it was done, Fang Yang chatted with Weiwei, then made a little small talk with Yao Xi, who had joined them. He then made an excuse about having gained some insight during the battle and left, finding an empty stone house to stay in.
[Current Fate Points: 3266]
"What a pity. Those Dragon Transformation cultivators were slippery as eels. None of them would fight me head-on. Otherwise, I would have earned even more Fate Points this time," Fang Yang thought regretfully as he looked at his Fate Points inside the stone chamber.
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