Phoenix Blood Red Gold

"I'll offer 300,000 jin of Source!"

"This old man offers 350,000 jin of Source!"

"500,000 jin of Source!!!"

Facing the foot-and-a-half-long Dead Dragon Loach, the many powerful figures who had come here went mad with bidding, all because of Grandmaster Tuoba's reputation.

The Great Xia Old Imperial Uncle of the Great Xia Dynasty had shouted out an exorbitant price of 500,000 jin of Source in one breath, leaving the crowd around him utterly silent.

Dragon Loach.

It was a rare beast that was almost never seen in the world.

Across the vast Eastern Wasteland, only the transcendent Yaochi Sacred Land raised three foot-long Dragon Loaches. Each was equivalent to a Medicine King with 80,000 years of medicinal potency and could extend a person's life by at least 400 years.

Moreover, Dragon Loaches were even rarer than Medicine Kings. Since it was difficult for an equally rare divine treasure to extend one person's life by even more years, Dragon Loaches were worth even more than Medicine Kings.

The Dragon Loach Fang Yang had cut out was a foot and a half long. Although it had been dead for many years and had lost much of its fleshly essence, its immense vitality from when it had been alive long gone, it was still almost as valuable as the Dragon Loaches of Yaochi.

"500,000 jin of Pure Source is too little."

Facing the Great Xia Old Imperial Uncle's offer, Fang Yang shook his head slightly and continued cutting the next strange stone.

At that moment, no one dared look down on him anymore. They all watched intently, carefully examining the stone, and would not make the same foolish mistake as before—failing to notice the Dragon Loach among the stone powder and assuming the stone was empty.

Grandmaster Tuoba came to his senses.

By now, he no longer looked down on Fang Yang as he had at first. Instead, he felt immense pressure.

If he lost this wager, he would likely become Fang Yang's stepping stone, and no one would ever respect a Source Technique grandmaster who had lost to a junior again.

"I won't lose!"

Grandmaster Tuoba worked at a furious pace, starting to cut the stones he had chosen. He no longer watched Fang Yang, determined to win this wager.

Ten breaths later.

Two visions manifested in the sky at the same time.

One was Blood Phoenix Descends.

The other was Mystic Turtle Bestows Auspiciousness.

In Fang Yang's hand, a piece of red gold the size of a walnut shone with dazzling brilliance, as if it contained a phoenix born in the Immortal Domain. It seemed no object of the mortal world.

In Grandmaster Tuoba's hand lay a tattered stone page. After the vision of Mystic Turtle Bestows Auspiciousness faded from the sky, not a trace of its mystery remained.

"Phoenix Blood Red Gold!!!"

"An ancient scripture hidden in stone!!!"

Frantic shouts rang out from the crowd.

Their eyes reddened as they stared fixedly at the walnut-sized Phoenix Blood Red Gold in Fang Yang's hand and the tattered stone page in Grandmaster Tuoba's.

They wished they could take their places.

There was no need to say more about Phoenix Blood Red Gold.

This divine treasure reserved for Great Emperors was an unsurpassed material for forging an Extreme Emperor Weapon.

In this world, who wouldn't want to recreate the glorious feat of Yao Guang Sacred Land, which had nurtured an Extreme Emperor Weapon by producing one Saint after another?

Even though this piece of Phoenix Blood Red Gold was only the size of a walnut, still far from enough to forge an Extreme Emperor Weapon, forging an invincible King-Level Divine Weapon with it would still be a wonderful thing.

"A piece of Dragon Pattern Black Gold the size of a fingernail once sold in Holy City for 80,000 jin of Pure Source."

"This walnut-sized piece of Phoenix Blood Red Gold can fetch at least a million jin of Pure Source!"

A knowledgeable elder explained the value of the Phoenix Blood Red Gold in Fang Yang's hand to the younger cultivators, who knew little about Immortal Gold.

Grandmaster Tuoba clutched the stone page tightly, as if gripping the last straw that could save his life. He urgently swept his divine sense over it...

His face darkened.

He continued cutting the stone.

Someone noticed the change in Grandmaster Tuoba's expression and realized that the stone page was probably worth far less than the Phoenix Blood Red Gold Fang Yang had uncovered.

But out of respect for the Source Technique grandmaster, they did not announce it to everyone. Instead, they continued watching to see what Grandmaster Tuoba would uncover next.

Fang Yang glanced at Grandmaster Tuoba, then began cutting the last stone, the Yin-Yang Stone.

The Yin-Yang Stone was shaped like a Taiji diagram. Under his Source Heaven Divine Sense, he could sense two positions—the Yang Eye and the Yin Eye—each concealing a rare treasure.

First, he cut open the Yang Eye.

A surging wave of righteous yang energy gushed forth, soaring into the sky.

Boundless light burst out in an explosion.

Amid the dazzling radiance, the shape of a spherical object as large as a washbasin could still be seen.

"Mystic Yang Source!"

Someone cried out in alarm.

Mystic Yang Source was a rare Exotic Source. The piece before them, as large as a washbasin, was worth at least 300,000 jin of Pure Source.

In other words, this single Exotic Source was enough to cover the cost of the stones Fang Yang had bought. Everything else was pure profit.

With Mystic Yang Source as a reference, Fang Yang used Source Heaven Divine Sense to examine the Yin Eye of the Yin-Yang Stone. He could now see through the many false illusions and identify another Exotic Source, also as large as a washbasin.

The Yin Eye shattered.

Moonlight spilled down across the sky.

Another Mystic Yin Source, also the size of a human head, appeared in the Heaven-Grade Stone Garden. The onlookers were treated to a feast for the eyes and cried out in amazement.

The people of the Stone Workshop were heartsick. Their hatred for Grandmaster Tuoba turned toward Fang Yang, the man they had previously paid little attention to.

Grandmaster Tuoba was already their foremost enemy, the one they believed had harmed the Heaven-Grade Stone Garden's business.

They had never expected Fang Yang to be so formidable.

Three stones had yielded four rare treasures!

Fang Yang put away the two Exotic Sources and turned toward where Grandmaster Tuoba stood.

The others followed his gaze, all turning to look at Grandmaster Tuoba in astonishment.

They saw that Grandmaster Tuoba had found nothing in his second stone; only a pile of stone powder remained.

He had cut through most of the third stone. Divine light shot into the sky, and a Divine Source had appeared, but it was only the size of a fist.

Although Divine Source was more precious than any Exotic Source,

Fang Yang's Exotic Sources were dozens or even hundreds of times larger. Their actual value far exceeded that of Grandmaster Tuoba's Divine Source.

Grandmaster Tuoba was drenched in cold sweat, his lips trembling. He wanted to say something, but no words came out.

"Grandmaster Tuoba, did that stone page contain the Great Emperor's scriptures, the Saint's scriptures, or the King's scriptures?"

"If you don't say anything, I won't let you off."

Fang Yang's words became arrows that pierced Grandmaster Tuoba's heart. His old face flushed with shame, and he hid it behind his sleeve, preparing to leave.

"When are you going to give me the million jin of Source?"

Fang Yang did not let Grandmaster Tuoba off, driving the point home once more.

"Tomorrow!!!"

Grandmaster Tuoba's furious, desolate voice rang out. He flung the stone page and Divine Source to the ground, admitting defeat in the wager.

The crowd erupted.

Even though they knew Grandmaster Tuoba had little chance of winning,

hearing him admit defeat with their own ears still made it feel as if an entire lifetime had passed.

The old master of Source Techniques had fallen.

The rising prodigy of Source Techniques had won.

This was a day Holy City would never forget.

This was a dark day for Wanchu Stone Workshop.

This was a day when the old order of the Source Technique world gave way to the new.

[Defeating a Source Technique grandmaster, Fate Points +2000]

"Worth two Hua Yunfeis. Not bad, not bad!"

Fang Yang paid no mind to the complicated looks the crowd gave him after Grandmaster Tuoba admitted defeat. Instead, he focused on the 2,000 Fate Points he had just gained.

Then he drew the stone page and Divine Source from the ground, brushed away the dust with his divine power, and tucked them into his sleeve.