"I'm your mother's younger brother—your Uncle. Since this is our first meeting, I should give you a gift. Here are one hundred billion Pure Yang Pills. That should be enough for you to eat."
Fang Yu directly took out one hundred billion Pure Yang Pills from his inner world and gave them to Fang Qingxue's daughter, Chan Nuannuan, the artifact spirit of Thunderstorm City.
"Mom, Mom, Mom! Uncle has so many Pure Yang Pills! Nuannuan hasn't been full in such a long time."
Chan Nuannuan was naturally both shocked and delighted by the Pure Yang Pills Fang Yu gave her, accepting every last one without hesitation.
"Don't get happy yet. Other than your mother, this Uncle of yours never lets anyone take advantage of him." Fang Qingxue shot Fang Yu an irritated glance and said flatly.
"Oh! Does Uncle need Nuannuan to do something?"
As the artifact spirit of Thunderstorm City, Chan Nuannuan was naturally not truly a child. She blinked her incredibly lively eyes and asked in a soft, childish voice.
One hundred billion Pure Yang Pills would be enough to feed her for a long time, provided she did not use Thunderstorm City in battle.
"Yes! Soon, we'll return to that sect that exploited your Uncle and mother. If they don't give us a satisfactory explanation this time, blow up the Eclosion Heavenly Palace and take Feng Baiyu's seat. It's been three thousand years. He must have sat there long enough."
Fang Yu nodded and grinned maliciously.
"You want to become the sect master?"
Fang Qingxue frowned slightly, somewhat displeased.
"What, Sister? You don't agree?"
Fang Yu froze for a moment, then cautiously pressed on.
"Not yet. You should understand the status of the sect master. Moreover, you are far inferior to him in breadth of vision, methods,