Source Technique Grandmaster

Holy City.

Tuoba Chang, a Source Technique genius of the Tuoba Clan, has publicly challenged Candidate Holy Son Fang Yang of the Yao Guang Sacred Land to a fair, just, and open Source Technique duel, with a wager of one hundred thousand catties of Pure Source.

He intends to prove that the Tuoba Clan's Source Technique is inferior to none.

Tuoba Sheng lost simply because he was too incompetent, which had nothing to do with the Tuoba Clan's Source Technique.

Regarding this, the people of the Holy City all assumed that Fang Yang, being young and hot-blooded, would surely accept the challenge. No one expected him to release this statement:

"A bunch of gullible idiots. Is the Tuoba Clan unable to find the mastermind behind the rumors, or are you too cowardly to settle the score with them, so you've come to cause trouble for me instead?"

"Do you all think that a Candidate Holy Son of our Yao Guang Sacred Land is easy to bully?"

"Answer me!"

"You're not convinced?"

"My uncle is Li Daoqing!"

"If you dare to bother me again, I'll dig up your ancestral graves and scatter the ashes to the wind."

"What kind of stray cat or dog is Tuoba Chang to think he's worthy of a duel with me?"

"Send your ancestors to face me!"

"If I'm in a good mood, I might even teach you what it means to have someone beyond someone, and a heaven beyond heaven. You bunch of useless trash who aren't even Source Earth Masters have the nerve to call yourselves an ancient Source Technique clan? It's embarrassing."

For a moment, the Holy City was in an uproar.

While this was ostensibly a scolding of the Tuoba Clan, in reality, it insulted every ancient Source Technique clan in existence.

After all, in this day and age, no one possessed a Source Earth Master.

Fang Yang's overbearing remarks drew disgust from many, but also earned the worship of many other cultivators. Within the Yao Guang Sacred Land, a group of disciples even emerged who hoped to follow by his side.

The strong are meant to ruthlessly humiliate the weak!

What level is the Tuoba Clan, anyway?

Are they even worthy of causing trouble for our Yao Guang Candidate Holy Son?

Of course, the Yao Guang Sacred Land was not a monolith. Li Rui, who had been stripped of his position as Candidate Holy Son by Fang Yang, was the first to stand up and criticize him:

"There are many virtuous and respected seniors among the Source Technique clans. While Tuoba Chang of the Tuoba Clan was in the wrong, one cannot condemn everyone with a single stroke."

"As a Candidate Holy Son, Fang Yang does not think of contributing to the Sacred Land, but instead provokes enemies everywhere. He is truly unworthy of his position!"

To this.

Fang Yang was not a petty person.

He simply waited for a free moment, returned to the Sacred Land via the domain gate, dragged Li Rui out of his cave dwelling, and gave him a sound beating before ceasing to bother with him.

Naturally, there were also some Supreme Elders who were on close terms with the Source Technique clans, as well as those elders who had failed to obtain a Human Origin Fruit last time, who secretly exerted pressure to impeach him from his position as Candidate Holy Son.

Fang Yang was helpless against this.

However, with his uncle, the Holy Lord of Yaoguang, watching over him, it was impossible for anyone to sit by and watch him lose his position as Candidate Holy Son.

"What is your level of attainment in Source Technique?"

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang, Li Daoqing, hurried to the stone workshop and asked Fang Yang with a headache.

As the Holy Lord of Yaoguang, he wielded immense power, but when facing the ancient fossils he had to address as "Uncle," he still felt somewhat powerless.

The power represented by these ancient Source Technique clans was too vast and complex. As long as they weren't directly targeting the entire Yao Guang Sacred Land, Li Daoqing found it difficult to take hardline measures to purge the "traitors" within the Sacred Land.

"I can be called a grandmaster of my generation."

Fang Yang replied calmly.

"Is that true?"

Li Daoqing shouldn't have asked such a question, but he couldn't help himself.

How many years had Fang Yang been cultivating?

Even if his luck were so great that he obtained the inheritance of a Source Heaven Master, it would be impossible to rival those long-established Source Technique grandmasters in just a few short months.

Facing his uncle's skepticism, Fang Yang led him to the Heaven-Grade Stone Garden and said with a smile:

"Uncle, lend me one hundred thousand catties of Pure Source."

"Very well."

Li Daoqing nodded. Deep down, he felt a faint sense of anticipation, yet he felt this expectation was baseless, more like a fragile bubble.

Fang Yang walked and stopped, finally standing before a strange stone called the Blazing Sun Stone, using his Source Heaven Divine Sense to examine it carefully.

"Uncle, let's make a bet?"

"If the value of the item inside exceeds three hundred thousand catties of Pure Source, don't make me pay back the one hundred thousand catties of Pure Source I borrowed from you."

Fang Yang still had the mood to fleece his own uncle.

"Fine, I'll take that bet!"

Seeing Fang Yang so confident, Li Daoqing agreed without hesitation.

As the Holy Lord of Yaoguang, he naturally did not lack these one hundred thousand catties of Source.

If Fang Yang truly possessed such attainments in Source Technique, then he would give these one hundred thousand catties of Source willingly.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yang got straight to work.

The Blazing Sun Stone was sliced open cleanly and efficiently, and a miniature sun rose into the air, illuminating all directions!

"Divine Source?"

"A piece of Divine Source the size of a human head!"

Li Daoqing felt a surge of joy.

A piece of Divine Source the size of a human head was worth five hundred thousand catties of Pure Source, and it was priceless; no one would be foolish enough to trade it for a mere five hundred thousand catties of Pure Source.

To a supreme Holy Lord, Pure Source was just a pile of useless rocks.

But Divine Source was a different matter entirely.

"Ahem, Fang Yang, your Uncle-Master has treated you well enough over the years, hasn't he?"

At this moment, Li Daoqing already believed what Fang Yang had said and was convinced he was a Grandmaster of Source Technique.

"You have."

Fang Yang hesitated for a long time before choosing his words carefully.

"The old Grandmaster of the Tuoba Clan has colluded with some elders within the Sacred Land to spread rumors that are very unfavorable to you."

"But they haven't done anything substantial yet, and too many people are involved. Since you have this level of mastery in Source Technique, you should go and defeat Grandmaster Tuoba."

Li Daoqing raised the bar, attempting to stimulate Fang Yang's potential.

In truth, as long as Fang Yang demonstrated the Source Technique of an ordinary Grandmaster, it would be enough to make the old fossils within the Yao Guang Sacred Land shut their mouths.

As for the Source Technique Grandmasters of other factions, or the future Source Earth Master or Source Heaven Master of their own faction, they would surely make a more rational choice.

Hah!

Uncle-Master, you should have said so earlier!

I thought you were going to snatch my Divine Source.

Fang Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

He had already intended to have a hearty, exhilarating Source Technique competition with a Grandmaster of Source Technique to see if he could extract Fate from it.

What Li Daoqing suggested was exactly what he wanted.

"How could this nephew dare to disobey?"

He cupped his hands and accepted the task.

The next day, with Li Daoqing's intervention, the news of Fang Yang challenging Grandmaster Tuoba was spread throughout the Holy City until everyone knew of it.

Inside a celestial palace at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

"The Yao Guang Sacred Land goes too far!"

"A mere child, and he dares to challenge me?"

The old Grandmaster of the Tuoba Clan puffed out his beard and glared, slamming the table in anger.

"Brother Tuoba, this is the intention of that Holy Lord of Yaoguang. Perhaps that child Fang Yang really can defeat you in the path of Source Technique!"

"Haha!"

The Grandmaster of the Nangong Clan cracked a joke, causing the several Source Technique Grandmasters present to burst into laughter.

A mere teenager possessing the attainments of a Source Technique Grandmaster was indeed a laughable notion.

"There is no help for it. I can only go and play along with this farce, and incidentally cut open a treasure to reveal my value; otherwise, those old fogies in the Yao Guang Sacred Land might not be willing to help me anymore."

The old Grandmaster Tuoba gave a bitter smile.

The Source Technique clans sounded prestigious, but in reality, they were merely peripheral characters playing both sides among the major powers.

Unless... one became a Source Heaven Master.