Phoenix Blood Red Gold

"I bid three hundred thousand catties of Source!"

"This old man bids three hundred fifty thousand catties of Source!"

"Five hundred thousand catties of Source!!!"

Facing the foot-and-a-half-long Dead Dragon Loach, many big shots who had come here due to the reputation of Grandmaster Tuoba began frantically shouting their bids.

The old Imperial Uncle of the Great Xia Dynasty shouted a high price of five hundred thousand catties of Source in one breath, leaving the surrounding crowd in dead silence.

Dragon Loach.

This is a rare beast that barely exists in the world.

In the vast Eastern Wasteland, only the Yaochi Sacred Land, which transcends the secular world, keeps three one-foot-long Dragon Loaches. Each one is equivalent to a Medicine King with eighty thousand years of age, capable of extending a person's life by at least four hundred years.

Moreover, because Dragon Loaches are rarer than Medicine Kings, and such divine objects are difficult to use to extend one's life further once a certain threshold is reached, the value of a Dragon Loach is even higher than that of a Medicine King.

The Dragon Loach Fang Yang cut out was a foot and a half long. Although it had been dead for many years and its flesh and blood essence had dissipated significantly, losing the immense vitality it possessed while alive, its value was not much inferior to the Dragon Loaches of Yaochi.

"Five hundred thousand catties of Pure Source is too little."

Facing the bid from the Great Xia Imperial Uncle, Fang Yang shook his head slightly and continued to cut the next strange stone.

At this moment, no one dared to underestimate him anymore. Everyone watched with rapt attention, careful not to repeat the joke of failing to spot the Dragon Loach in the stone powder and mistakenly assuming the stone was empty.

Grandmaster Tuoba regained his composure.

By now, he no longer viewed Fang Yang with the condescension he had at the start; instead, he felt immense pressure.

If he lost this gambling match, he feared he would become nothing more than a stepping stone for Fang Yang, and no one would ever respect him as a Source Technique grandmaster who lost to a junior again.

"I will not lose!"

Grandmaster Tuoba worked feverishly, beginning to cut the stone he had selected. He no longer paid attention to Fang Yang, determined to win this gamble.

Ten breaths later.

Two visions manifested in the sky simultaneously.

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 boundless light, as if it were gestating a phoenix born from the Immortal Realm, unlike anything of the mortal world.

In Grandmaster Tuoba's hand, a tattered stone page lay quietly. After the vision of the Mystic Turtle Bestows Auspiciousness in the sky dissipated, it no longer held any mystery.

"Phoenix Blood Red Gold!!!"

"A scripture hidden within the stone!!!"

Frantic shouts erupted from the crowd.

Their eyes turned red 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 hand.

They wished they could take their places.

There is no need to elaborate on Phoenix Blood Red Gold.

This divine material, exclusive to Great Emperors, is a supreme substance capable of forging an Extreme Emperor Weapon.

In this world, who would not want to replicate the glorious achievements of the Yao Guang Sacred Land, which cultivated an Extreme Emperor Weapon through the support of successive generations of saints?

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

"A piece of Dragon Pattern Black Gold the size of a fingernail was once sold in the Holy City for a transaction price of eighty thousand catties of Pure Source."

"This walnut-sized Phoenix Blood Red Gold could sell for at least a million catties of Pure Source!"

Knowledgeable older-generation cultivators explained the value of the Phoenix Blood Red Gold in Fang Yang's hand to the younger generation who did not understand the worth of immortal gold.

Grandmaster Tuoba gripped the stone page in his hand tightly, as if clutching at a final straw, and impatiently scanned the page with his divine sense...

His expression darkened.

He continued to cut the stone.

Some caught the change in Grandmaster Tuoba's expression and understood that this stone page was likely far less valuable than the Phoenix Blood Red Gold Fang Yang had unearthed.

However, out of respect for a Source Technique grandmaster, they did not make this public, choosing instead to continue observing the results of Grandmaster Tuoba's subsequent stone cutting.

Fang Yang glanced at Grandmaster Tuoba, then began to cut his final stone—the Yin-Yang Stone.

The Yin-Yang Stone was shaped like a Taiji pattern. Under his Source Heaven Divine Sense, he could perceive that a rare treasure was hidden within both the Yang Eye and the Yin Eye.

First, he cut open the Yang Eye.

A surge of vast Yang energy erupted, rising into the sky.

Endless light energy burst forth.

A spherical object the size of a washbasin remained visible within the dazzling radiance.

"Mystic Yang Source!"

Someone exclaimed aloud.

The Mystic Yang Source is a rare type of exotic source. The basin-sized piece before their eyes was worth at least thirty thousand catties of Pure Source.

In other words, this single piece of exotic source was enough to offset the cost of the stone materials Fang Yang had purchased, with everything else being pure profit.

With the Mystic Yang Source as a reference, Fang Yang utilized his Source Heaven Divine Sense to peer into the Yin Eye of the Yin-Yang Stone, successfully filtering out the various illusions to identify another basin-sized piece of exotic source within.

The Yin Eye shattered.

Moonlight cascaded across the sky.

A piece of Mystic Yin Source, also the size of a human head, appeared in this Heaven-Grade Stone Garden, leaving the onlookers wide-eyed and gasping in endless amazement.

The staff of the Wanchu Stone Workshop were heartbroken, shifting their hatred from Grandmaster Tuoba to Fang Yang, a man they had previously disregarded.

In their minds, Grandmaster Tuoba was already the number one enemy affecting the business of the Heaven-Grade Stone Garden.

They had not expected Fang Yang to be this formidable.

Three pieces of stone material had yielded four rare and precious treasures!

Fang Yang collected the two pieces of exotic source and turned to look at where Grandmaster Tuoba stood.

The others followed his gaze, looking toward Grandmaster Tuoba as well, their faces filled with shock.

They saw that Grandmaster Tuoba had gained nothing from his second stone, leaving only a pile of stone powder behind.

His third stone was more than half cut, and while divine light soared into the sky revealing a Divine Source, it was only the size of a fist.

Although Divine Source is more precious than any exotic source, the volume of Fang Yang's exotic sources was dozens, if not a hundred times larger than that Divine Source, making their actual value far exceed that of Grandmaster Tuoba's.

Cold sweat streamed down Grandmaster Tuoba's face, his lips trembling as he tried to say something, but nothing came out.

"Grandmaster Tuoba, does that stone page contain scriptures of a Great Emperor, a Saint, or perhaps a King?"

"If you don't speak, I won't let you off so easily."

Fang Yang's words pierced Grandmaster Tuoba's heart like sharp arrows, causing his aged face to flush with shame as he covered his face with his sleeves, preparing to flee the scene.

"When will you give me the one million catties of source?"

Fang Yang did not let him go, twisting the knife further.

"Tomorrow!!!"

Grandmaster Tuoba's angry and desolate voice rang out as he slammed the stone page and the Divine Source onto the ground, conceding defeat in this wager.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Even though they knew Grandmaster Tuoba had little hope of winning, hearing him admit defeat with their own ears still felt surreal.

A veteran master of Source Technique had fallen.

A rising prodigy of Source Technique had triumphed.

This was a day the Holy City would never forget.

This was a dark day for the Wanchu Stone Workshop.

This was a day of transition between the old and new in the world of Source Technique.

[Defeated Source Technique Grandmaster, Fate +2000]

"Worth two Hua Yunfei, not bad, not bad!"

Fang Yang paid no mind to the complex gazes of the crowd after Grandmaster Tuoba's concession, focusing instead on the two thousand points of Fate he had just gained.

He then retrieved the stone page and the Divine Source from the ground, brushed the dust off them with his divine power, and tucked them into his sleeves.