Wanchu Stone Workshop

Wanchu Stone Workshop.

After Fang Yang and Grandmaster Tuoba discussed it, they unanimously decided to hold their stone-gambling contest at this Stone Workshop run by the Wanchu Sacred Land.

The day of the contest.

The people from Wanchu Stone Workshop looked as though they had swallowed a dead rat, all glaring at the old grandmaster of the Tuoba Family with ill intent.

In their eyes, the old geezer had come here to smash their Stone Workshop's reputation and sweep up all the good stones.

As for Fang Yang?

He was just a greenhorn.

Not many people thought he could measure up to Grandmaster Tuoba. The only reason he'd challenged the other man was that losing to an elder Source Technique grandmaster sounded better than losing to Tuoba Chang.

"Why hasn't Fang Yang arrived yet?"

"He's actually making all these senior Source Technique masters wait for him. Isn't he being a little too arrogant?"

"I say he knows he's bound to lose and doesn't dare show up. Hahaha!"

A crowd of young disciples from ancient Source Technique families shouted noisily inside the Stone Workshop, hurling every kind of taunt at Fang Yang.

On an ordinary day, they wouldn't have dared target a Candidate Holy Son of the Yao Guang Sacred Land like this.

But the other side had come right to their doorstep, calling out their elders by name and provoking them. Why show him any courtesy?

Fang Yang wasn't the Yao Guang Holy Son yet, anyway. He was merely a Candidate Holy Son, hardly someone who could represent the entire Yao Guang Sacred Land.

Only when Fang Yang finally arrived did the taunting die down a little.

After Fang Yang had accepted Tuoba Chang's challenge and made his bold declaration, becoming known throughout Holy City, cultivators from every corner had dug up every detail of his life.

A Four Extremities Realm cultivator at fifteen or sixteen.

The reincarnated successor of the Sun Holy Emperor.

Even if Fang Yang failed to become the Yao Guang Holy Son in the future, many cultivators believed he was destined to become a major figure whose fame would shake the Eastern Wasteland.

Those young disciples from ancient Source Technique families didn't have the courage to taunt him to his face. They feared he would hold a grudge.

"Little Friend Fang certainly knows how to keep people waiting."

Grandmaster Tuoba was like a smiling tiger. He came over to Fang Yang of his own accord, "deigning to lower himself," and spoke with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Have you prepared the one million jin of Source for the wager?"

Fang Yang asked with complete indifference.

His words sent the Stone Workshop into an uproar.

Countless people's heads jerked up in shock.

One million jin of Pure Source?

They were wagering that much?

"With my mastery of Source Technique, I can certainly produce one million jin of Pure Source. But can you?"

Grandmaster Tuoba sneered.

No one could refute his words.

A Source Technique grandmaster could indeed amass a fortune beyond the imagination of ordinary people. There was no way he couldn't produce a million jin of Pure Source.

"My martial uncle is Li Daoqing, the Holy Lord of Yaoguang."

Fang Yang calmly said this one sentence.

Countless people turned green with envy and resentment.

This guy... Was having a Holy Lord for a martial uncle really that impressive?

If you've got the nerve, produce one million jin of Pure Source yourself!

"Heh."

Grandmaster Tuoba gave a faint, inscrutable smile.

He truly couldn't understand why Li Daoqing would put up a million jin of Pure Source just to let this greenhorn fool around.

Heaven-Grade Stone Garden.

Cranes soared through the sky, and mystic turtles bestowed auspicious blessings.

It was a heavenly paradise.

But as the crowd pressed inside, its tranquility was soon shattered, turning the place into a noisy gathering like those found amid the mortal world's hustle and bustle.

"Grandmaster Tuoba hasn't made a move in a long time. This time, we'll surely be in for a treat. We might even see some incredibly rare Divine Source."

"Grandmaster Tuoba once unearthed a damaged King-Level Divine Weapon at Daoyi Stone Workshop. I wonder whether I'll be lucky enough to see a Dao-Slaying King's weapon today."

"No one can measure the depths of Grandmaster Tuoba's Source Technique, but facing Fang Yang today, he probably won't use all his abilities. We won't get to feast our eyes on the full display."

The crowd chattered away, lavishing praise on Grandmaster Tuoba. No one followed Fang Yang.

Ink Bamboo Forest.

Fang Yang came alone to this seldom-visited area and looked at an exorbitantly priced strange stone called the "Yin-Yang Stone."

The Yin-Yang Stone was shaped like a millstone, its diameter as tall as a person. A design of yin-yang fish adorned its surface, but some Source Technique masters had claimed the stone was a fake made by people in later times, not something that could have formed naturally alongside the stone.

Thus, in the Heaven-Grade Stone Garden of Wanchu Stone Workshop, this stone was only middle-to-lower-tier and couldn't compare to the truly top-grade stones.

"Here's one hundred thousand jin of Pure Source. I'll take the Yin-Yang Stone."

Fang Yang produced one hundred thousand jin of Pure Source and handed it to the Stone Workshop's steward, lest Grandmaster Tuoba notice the stone's secrets and try to snatch it from him later.

As for where he'd gotten one hundred thousand jin of Pure Source...

My martial uncle is Li Daoqing...

Next, Fang Yang headed for the area with the strongest spiritual light and began searching for a second stone.

He kept activating his Source Heaven Divine Sense. Before it, the Heaven-Grade Stone Garden had almost no secrets.

What's more...

Fang Yang had cultivated every secret method related to Stone Gambling in the Source Technique Treasure Record to an exceedingly profound level. Combined with his Source Heaven Divine Sense, they were more than enough to surpass that old geezer from the Tuoba Family, a Source Technique grandmaster despite his advanced age.

"I'll take the Blood Phoenix Stone."

"I'll take the Dragon Chant Stone."

Fang Yang spent another eleven thousand jin of Source, then twelve thousand jin, selecting the other two stones before returning to the entrance of the Heaven-Grade Stone Garden.

A moment later, Grandmaster Tuoba arrived with the three stones he had chosen, ready to reveal the contest's winner.

"The Yin-Yang Stone, the Blood Phoenix Stone, and the Dragon Chant Stone."

"That adds up to a full three hundred thousand jin of Source..."

"Does having a Holy Lord for an uncle really let you throw money around like that?"

Someone muttered in amazement.

"Exquisite Heart for one hundred and sixty thousand jin of Source, Mystic Turtle Carrying Stele for two hundred and twenty thousand, Black Heart for one hundred and twenty thousand. That's a total of five hundred thousand jin of Pure Source. Are you sure you want these three stones?"

Fang Yang used his Source Heaven Divine Sense to examine the three stones he had inspected and then passed over once more. Wearing a curious expression, he asked Grandmaster Tuoba.

"If you're afraid, you can apologize to me in public. I'm not incapable of calling off this contest and giving you a chance to mend your ways."

Seeing Fang Yang ask this, Grandmaster Tuoba mistook it for fear and put on a false show of magnanimity.

"Let's add another stake. The winner gets the treasures hidden in the loser's stones. Do you dare?"

Fang Yang gave a contemptuous smile.

"Just don't regret it."

Grandmaster Tuoba narrowed his aged eyes and agreed to the added condition.

Why turn down a free gift?

At Fang Yang's words, his hand flashed, and he cut open the Dragon Chant Stone at lightning speed.

No strange phenomena appeared.

No light rose from within.

Someone was already snickering under their breath, as if mocking Fang Yang for overestimating himself—someone of his skill dared challenge a Source Technique grandmaster famous for years?

"A dead Dragon Loach, a foot and a half long."

Fang Yang picked a golden loach shaped like a dragon out of the pile of stone powder and held it up to Grandmaster Tuoba, who hadn't started cutting his stones yet and had been waiting to laugh at him.

"How much Pure Source is it worth?"

Grandmaster Tuoba's face darkened. His eyes were filled with the golden Dragon Loach, and he remained silent for a long time, as though he hadn't heard Fang Yang's question at all.