Wanchu Stone Workshop

Wanchu Stone Workshop.

After consultations between Fang Yang and Grandmaster Tuoba, it was unanimously decided that the battlefield for their wager would be this stone workshop operated by the Wanchu Sacred Land.

The day of the wager.

The faces of those from the Wanchu Stone Workshop were as unsightly as if they had swallowed dead rats, all of them glaring unkindly at the old grandmaster of the Tuoba family.

In their view, this old fellow had come over this time likely to intentionally smash their workshop's reputation and sweep away all their good stock.

As for Fang Yang?

He was merely a wet-behind-the-ears brat.

Few people believed he could compare to Grandmaster Tuoba. The only reason he challenged the other party was that losing to an older generation master of Source Technique sounded better than losing to Tuoba Chang.

"Why hasn't Fang Yang arrived yet?"

"To make a group of Source Technique seniors wait for him—he is being far too arrogant!"

"I suspect he knows he is bound to lose and doesn't dare to show up, hahaha!"

A group of disciples from ancient Source Technique families clamored loudly within the stone workshop, heaping endless mockery upon Fang Yang.

Under normal circumstances, they would not dare to target a Candidate Holy Son of the Yao Guang Sacred Land in such a manner.

But since the other party had come to their doorstep, calling out their elders by name to provoke them, why should they show any mercy?

In any case, Fang Yang was not yet the Yaoguang Holy Son; he was merely a Candidate Holy Son, far from being able to represent the entire Yao Guang Sacred Land.

It was not until Fang Yang arrived that these mocking words quieted down.

Ever since Fang Yang was challenged by Tuoba Chang and his bold claims became known throughout the Holy City, his life history had been stripped bare by cultivators of all stripes.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old cultivator in the Four Extremities Realm.

The successor of the Sun Holy Emperor.

Even if Fang Yang failed to become the Yaoguang Holy Son in the future, many cultivators believed he would inevitably become a prominent figure who would shake the Eastern Wasteland.

When it came to mocking him to his face, these disciples of the ancient Source Technique families lacked the courage, fearing they would be held in grudge by him.

"Young Friend Fang is certainly composed."

Grandmaster Tuoba, resembling a smiling tiger, "lowered his status" to take the initiative and approach Fang Yang, his smile not reaching his eyes.

"Is the wager of one million catties of Source ready?"

Fang Yang said, appearing completely indifferent.

This sentence caused the stone workshop to boil over in an instant.

Countless people felt their heads spin.

One million catties of Pure Source?

They were actually playing for such high stakes?

"With my attainments in Source Technique, I can certainly produce one million catties of Pure Source, but do you have one million catties of Pure Source?"

Grandmaster Tuoba sneered.

No one could refute his words.

A master of Source Technique could indeed possess wealth beyond the imagination of ordinary people; it was impossible for him not to be able to produce one million catties of Pure Source.

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

Fang Yang stated this calmly.

It made countless people green with envy and seething with resentment.

This guy... is it so amazing to have a Holy Lord as a martial uncle?

If you have the ability, take out one million catties of Pure Source yourself!

"Heh~"

Grandmaster Tuoba wore a cryptic expression.

He truly could not understand why Li Daoqing would provide one million catties of Pure Source for this wet-behind-the-ears brat to squander.

Heaven-Grade Stone Garden.

Immortal cranes soared through the air, and mysterious turtles offered auspicious omens.

It was a scene of an immortal blessed land.

As a crowd of people squeezed inside, the tranquility here was quickly broken, resembling the noisy gathering of a mundane, mortal world.

"Grandmaster Tuoba hasn't made a move in a long time. This time, he should be able to open our eyes; perhaps we might even see the incomparably rare Divine Source."

"Grandmaster Tuoba once unearthed a broken King-Level Divine Weapon at the Daoyi Stone Workshop. I wonder if I will be fortunate enough to gaze upon a weapon of a King who has severed the path today."

"Grandmaster Tuoba's attainments in Source Technique are unfathomable, but facing Fang Yang today, I fear he won't display his full repertoire, and we won't be able to feast our eyes."

A crowd of people chattered incessantly, surrounding Grandmaster Tuoba with flattery, while no one stood by Fang Yang's side.

Ink Bamboo Forest.

Fang Yang arrived alone at this rarely visited spot and gazed at a sky-high priced exotic stone named the "Yin-Yang Stone."

The Yin-Yang Stone was shaped like a millstone, a full person's height in diameter, with a pattern of Yin-Yang Dao fish on its surface. However, Source Technique masters had asserted that this stone was a later forgery and could not possibly have been formed naturally.

Therefore, the price of this stone in the Heaven-Grade Stone Garden of the Wanchu Stone Workshop could only be considered mid-to-low tier, incomparable to the truly top-tier stones.

"This is one hundred thousand catties of Pure Source. I want the Yin-Yang Stone."

Fang Yang produced one hundred thousand catties of Pure Source and handed them to the workshop steward, wanting to avoid Grandmaster Tuoba noticing the mysteries of this stone and attempting to snatch it away later.

As for where the one hundred thousand catties of Pure Source came from...

My martial uncle is Li Daoqing...

Next, Fang Yang walked toward the next area with the most intense spiritual aura, searching for a second stone.

His Source Heaven Divine Sense was activated at every moment; before his divine sense, the Heaven-Grade Stone Garden had almost no secrets to speak of.

Furthermore...

Fang Yang had cultivated all the secret techniques related to stone gambling in the Source Technique Treasure Record to an extremely profound level. Combined with his Source Heaven Divine Sense, it was enough to surpass that old fellow from the Tuoba family, who was still just a Source Technique Grandmaster despite his advanced age.

"Blood Phoenix Stone, I want it."

"Dragon Chant Stone, I want it."

Fang Yang spent another eleven thousand and twelve thousand catties of Source to select the remaining two stones, then returned to the entrance of the Heaven-Grade Stone Garden.

A moment later, Grandmaster Tuoba arrived with the three stones he had selected to reveal the outcome of the gamble.

"Yin-Yang Stone, Blood Phoenix Stone, Dragon Chant Stone."

"Adding up to a full three hundred thousand catties of Source..."

"Can one really be this arrogant just because they have a Holy Master for a martial uncle?"

Someone clicked their tongue in secret.

"Exquisite Heart for sixteen thousand catties of Source, Mystic Turtle Carrying Stele for twenty-two thousand catties of Source, Black Heart for twelve thousand catties of Source, totaling fifty thousand catties of Pure Source. Are you certain you want to choose these three stones?"

After using his Source Heaven Divine Sense to re-examine these three stones—which he had already inspected and discarded—Fang Yang asked Grandmaster Tuoba with a subtle expression.

"If you are afraid, you can apologize to this old man in public. It is not that I cannot abandon this gamble and give you a chance to turn over a new leaf."

Seeing Fang Yang ask this, Grandmaster Tuoba mistakenly thought he was afraid, so he spoke hypocritically.

"Let's add another wager: the winner gets the treasures found within the loser's stones. Do you dare?"

Fang Yang smiled with contempt.

"Just don't regret it."

Grandmaster Tuoba narrowed his aged eyes and agreed to this additional condition.

Why refuse something given for free?

At these words, Fang Yang's hand moved as his blade fell, slicing open the Dragon Chant Stone with incredible speed.

No phenomena manifested.

No light rose up.

Already, some people were emitting rustling chuckles, as if mocking Fang Yang for overestimating his own abilities, daring to challenge a long-renowned Source Technique Grandmaster with such a level of skill.

"A foot-and-a-half-long Dead Dragon Loach."

Fang Yang picked a dragon-shaped golden loach out of the pile of stone dust, held it up, and displayed it to Grandmaster Tuoba, who had not yet begun cutting his stones and was prepared to watch him make a fool of himself.

"How many catties of Pure Source is this worth?"

Grandmaster Tuoba's face turned ugly. His eyes were filled with the golden dragon loach, and he remained silent for a long time, as if he hadn't heard the question Fang Yang posed to him.