Human Origin Fruit

"Senior Sister, if you aren't busy, could you help me hold these stones?"

Fang Yang, seeing Yao Xi constantly hovering before his eyes, helplessly held up the stones in his hands and spoke to her.

"Oh, sure."

Yao Xi reached out and took them.

Fang Yang had spent a long time picking, yet he only selected two stones, both of which were quite small, so she could hold one in each hand perfectly.

Neither of them felt there was anything improper about this behavior.

However, the cultivators watching from the side were not having it.

"How could you let Fairy Yao hold these broken stones?"

"Let me hold them for the Saintess."

"Let me!"

Facing the fawning words of this group of cultivators, Yao Xi responded with a cold gaze; given her status, she had no need to worry about whether doing this would have any negative impact.

True prodigies from major powers would never debase themselves to curry favor with her just because of mere beauty.

Among the people present, the one with the most prestigious status was merely a direct descendant of the Jiang Family, a twenty-five-year-old cultivator in the Four Extremities Realm.

Facing the sweep of Yao Xi's cold gaze:

Some shrank their heads and let out awkward laughs.

Some were annoyed but did not show it.

Others felt their hearts burn even more intensely.

But without exception, they all shut their mouths, no longer mentioning the matter of helping to hold the stones.

Seeing this, Yao Xi continued to stay by Fang Yang's side, watching his movements as he selected stones, attempting to discern something from them, but she gained nothing.

"Junior Brother, can these two stones be opened to reveal something?"

Yao Xi asked with great interest.

"Guaranteed."

Fang Yang replied casually.

He was focused, staring at an ink-black, honeycomb-like stone in his hand; even after a careful probe with his Source Heaven Divine Sense, he still couldn't be entirely certain.

According to the records in the Source Technique Treasure Record:

This kind of stone was either waste material or concealed a highly valuable Exotic Source.

Fang Yang naturally wouldn't spend half a day deliberating here over a mere catty of Source; rather, he was using this opportunity to train his own eye.

After a long while, with his Source Heaven Divine Sense operating at high speed, he faintly caught a glimpse of a clue, as if he felt a warmth like the morning sun within this stone.

No longer hesitating.

Fang Yang tossed this stone to Yao Xi and continued to search for stones using his source technique.

Half an hour later.

Fang Yang held one stone in his hand.

Yao Xi cradled five stones in her arms.

The group behind them wore complex expressions, watching the goddess of their hearts act as a servant for a man, their inner depths filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"Old man, this is six catties of Pure Source, please take it."

Fang Yang took out six catties of Source, not a bit more or less, and placed them steadily on the empty ground in front of the old man.

"Good."

The old man replied indifferently.

"Old man!"

"How much Source for these stones?"

A moment later, the cultivator from the Tuoba Family also arrived at the entrance with six stones, asking for the price of these stones.

While he certainly looked down on this old man, he was not lacking in this bit of Source and wouldn't try to get six stones for free; he couldn't afford to lose face like that.

"Six catties of Source."

The old man replied without even raising his head.

Seeing the old man show him such disrespect, the Tuoba Family cultivator had no interest in bickering with him and casually tossed down six or seven catties of Pure Source.

"Fellow Daoist Tuoba Sheng possesses profound family learning; I trust the six stones you have selected will be an eye-opener for us all."

A genius of source techniques was never short of people trying to curry favor, especially since the Tuoba Family was a famous source technique clan that possessed a Grandmaster of Source Techniques within their ranks, whom even the elders of various holy lands treated as a peer.

Thus, someone spoke up with flattery, wanting to befriend Tuoba Sheng.

"Fang Yang chose six stones, and you, Tuoba Sheng, also chose six stones—surely that isn't a coincidence, is it?"

A direct descendant of the Jiang Family fanned the flames.

"A mere coincidence."

Tuoba Sheng offered this brief explanation before falling silent.

He had done it on purpose, but some things could be done without being spoken aloud; otherwise, targeting a Candidate Holy Son of Yaoguang would likely invite the collective hostility of all Yaoguang disciples.

In the distance.

Fang Yang had already begun cutting into his first piece of stone, powder rustling as it fell to the ground.

When the cutting finished, only two semi-circular scraps of waste rock remained.

Empty.

Fang Yang's eyes remained calm as he moved on to cut the second stone.

"A cultivator who has never studied Source Technique, even if you are a Candidate Holy Son of Yaoguang, how could you possibly compare to me?"

Tuoba Sheng withdrew his gaze and sneered to himself.

Immediately, he also began to cut the stone in his hands.

Almost everyone present turned their eyes toward him.

Compared to a Candidate Holy Son who knew nothing of Source Technique, the stone-gambling results of a cultivator from the Tuoba Family were far more interesting to them.

Tuoba Sheng's technique was skillful, and he used every stone-cutting method he had ever learned as if to show off.

The first stone.

Empty.

"Nine out of ten bets are empty; these stones were of poor quality to begin with..."

Tuoba Sheng was the first to offer an explanation.

However, when he looked up, he saw that Yao Xi was still lingering by Fang Yang's side, not even sparing a glance in his direction.

He stood stunned and speechless, then lowered his head to continue cutting.

Empty.

Empty.

Empty.

Empty.

Tianxuan Stone Workshop had not replenished its stock in six thousand years; the remaining stones were indeed of poor quality.

Cold sweat broke out on Tuoba Sheng's forehead.

He stared at the final stone he had pinned all his hopes on, his palms slick with sweat.

If nothing came out of this one...

Tuoba Sheng took a deep breath and began to cut.

Ten breaths later.

A piece of Purple Crystal Source the size of a melon seed appeared in his palm.

"A Purple Crystal Source of this size is worth thirty catties of Pure Source, quintupling the cost. At least I haven't lost too much face."

Tuoba Sheng let out a sigh of relief.

He looked up, preparing to defend himself by explaining that it was the poor quality of this wretched workshop's stones, not his lack of Source Technique, when he suddenly froze.

Eh?!

Where did everyone go?

Tuoba Sheng scanned his surroundings, only to find that while he had been focused on cutting, everyone had run over to Fang Yang's side.

As a practitioner of Source Technique, his eyesight was naturally excellent.

He saw the fist-sized piece of Exotic Source in Fang Yang's hand, along with a pink, plump fruit.

"A fist-sized piece of Exotic Source is worth about two thousand catties of Pure Source."

"He even unearthed a Human Origin Fruit. That is a precious medicine capable of extending the life of an Immortal Second Realm Mighty Figure by nearly a hundred years; it is worth no less than one hundred thousand catties of Pure Source."

Tuoba Sheng's face turned from red to white, and he fled in a hurry, looking utterly wretched.

He was no fool; he understood that the probability of cutting out these two treasures by luck alone was about the same as his own probability of becoming a Source Heaven Master.

Rather than staying here to be humiliated, it was better to leave quietly and preserve what little face he had left.

No one paid any attention to Tuoba Sheng.

"Fellow Daoist Fang's Source Technique is divine; you have truly opened our eyes!"

"Fellow Daoist is still young and likely has little need for the Human Origin Fruit. Could you sell it to me? I guarantee that my elders at home will offer you a price that will satisfy you."

A crowd surrounded Fang Yang, chattering away even more eloquently than they had when standing beside Tuoba Sheng.

The Human Origin Fruit.

This was a top-tier spiritual medicine for life extension.

If refined into a divine elixir with the right auxiliary ingredients, it could extend the life of an Immortal Second Realm Mighty Figure by a hundred years; naturally, they all wanted to purchase it to curry favor with their elders.