"Haha, luckily you hadn't started yet. I made it in time after all." The moment Yan Lingxiang saw the Chaos Stone and the hovering Short Blade in front of the white-haired elder, he burst out laughing.
"Senior Brother Yan, you only picked those two?" Wang Yu looked at the objects cradled in the burly man's arms behind him, somewhat surprised.
"Now, this is something you don't understand, Junior Brother. When gambling on stones, bigger isn't necessarily better. What matters is their potential, and they might not cost many fewer Spirit Stones than the ones you picked." Yan Lingxiang swept his gaze over the two enormous Chaos Stones and spoke meaningfully.
"Is that so? Then let me wish you success in finding a spirit treasure this time, Senior Brother." Wang Yu gave a noncommittal reply.
"Fellow Daoists, I'm going to cut the stone now." The white-haired elder coughed lightly, then addressed Wang Yu again.
"Go ahead."
Wang Yu replied without a moment's thought.
The next instant, the hovering Short Blade blurred and vanished.
Streaks of cold light appeared across the Chaos Stone's surface, packed together like a fishing net. Countless fist-sized fragments then began falling away.
Wang Yu's eyes flashed. One arm darted into the falling rubble like lightning, emerging with a thumb-sized piece of black metal between his fingers.
The remaining fragments fell to the ground.
"Something good really did come out! I told you this Chaos Stone had excellent potential. Quick, see what spirit material it is!" Yan Lingxiang was delighted by the sight.
Wang Yu carefully examined the object in his hand.
The small piece of black metal had a dull luster, but a clearly defined, gridlike pattern covered its surface.
"It's actually a piece of mysterious pattern iron, one of the spirit materials commonly used at the