Chapter 304

"One hundred million, again one hundred million—Exalted Linglong's blessed land is truly flush with wealth, enviable indeed."

Voices erupted from many of the VIP chambers.

They recognized the voice of Lotus Cloud Immortal, and each had their own views on her continuing to bid.

"One hundred fifty million!"

Meng Shaobai flicked his finger and shouted another price that left everyone stunned; even Chi Shou Immortal trembled on the auction podium. Though he had already reached the Golden Core Realm, such a staggering sum still shook his spirit.

"Two hundred million."

Lotus Cloud Immortal's voice rang out again, utterly unconcerned with Meng Shaobai's expression, directly raising the bid by fifty million, treating the elixir as worthless dirt.

After all, this elixir would ultimately be paid for by Fang Yu, not her, so she dared to bid boldly now.

"Two hundred fifty million."

Meng Shaobai raised the bid again.

"Two hundred sixty million."

Lotus Cloud Immortal raised it once more.

Meng Shaobai's face shifted repeatedly; he let out a cold snort and sat down, finally ceasing to bid.

He realized the woman would keep bidding indefinitely. Though he had gained many wonders and amassed great wealth, he could not afford such profligacy and decided to give up.

Thus, Fang Yu purchased this Top-Grade artifact, the Xuantian Demon-Sealing Pagoda, for two hundred sixty million.

After seizing the Top-Grade artifact in his hand, Fang Yu's magic power surged into the Xuantian Demon-Sealing Pagoda, and he felt it tremble slightly, unleashing a mighty force that shook heaven and earth.

It was an unimaginably terrifying pure yang force, vast and boundless, like an ocean of pure yang energy, even greater than the power contained within the Five Prison King Cauldron.

From now on, whenever he summoned this pagoda and brought it down, it would instantly suppress all enemies.

"Good, good, truly an excellent item."

Fang Yu's magic power surged within the pagoda, refining one array after another; this pagoda contained nine hundred and ninety-nine arrays, just one short of forming the final array, at which point it could transform into a Dao artifact.

But even the weakest Dao artifact requires a Longevity Secret Realm expert to forge—Fang Yu must return to his Men Sect and summon a Longevity Secret Realm Elder to elevate this Top-Grade artifact into a Dao artifact.

"Congratulations, Fang Daoist, on acquiring this Top-Grade artifact. Next, please watch our auction—it will surely open your eyes."

Lotus Cloud Immortal smiled.

"Naturally."

Fang Yu and Lotus Cloud Immortal exited the Tian Dao Pavilion and headed toward the direction of the Linglong Tower, but after walking only a short distance, a pale, cold-faced boy in white robes blocked Fang Yu's path.

"Good, very good, extremely good—I wondered who was opposing me, and it turns out to be a disciple of Yuhua Sect who just ascended to the Divine Ability Secret Realm. You're Fang Yu, right? And you're Lotus Cloud. Do you know you've ruined my plans?"

The boy in white robes spoke with icy coldness.

His tone was supremely arrogant; he looked at Fang Yu and Lotus Cloud Immortal with utter contempt, as if even the cultivators of Exalted Linglong's blessed land meant nothing to him.

"What, my little prodigy of Yuhua Sect, because you have no money and are a pauper who couldn't buy a treasure, now you want to attack me?"

Fang Yu looked at the boy before him and instantly recognized him as Meng Shaobai, Yuhua Sect's little prodigy.

He was undoubtedly a genius—having cultivated to the 6th Stage of Divine Abilities, Return to Oneness Realm, by his teens, and now seemingly reached the 7th Stage of Divine Abilities, Golden Core Realm.

Such cultivation speed was indeed astonishing, surpassing the vast majority of Yuhua Sect disciples.

But his words infuriated Fang Yu. To claim they had ruined his plans was utterly audacious.

So Fang Yu immediately retorted, calling Meng Shaobai a pauper.

The three words "pauper" struck Meng Shaobai's ears and instantly changed his expression; they were as sharp as blades and swords, devastating in their impact.

"For those words alone, you've angered me. I don't know what torment you'll suffer."

Meng Shaobai's face turned utterly icy; white light flashed in his eyes, as if several extremely fine white threads flickered.

Fang Yu, seeing this, also saw a glimmer of white light in his own eyes.

Zizizizi.

The two white lights—deadly Geng Metal Sword Qi—collided in the void and both dissolved into nothingness.

Fang Yu remained unmoved, while Meng Shaobai's brow twitched slightly.

This exchange had ended in a stalemate.

With Meng Shaobai at the 7th Stage of Divine Abilities, Golden Core Realm, facing Fang Yu, who was only at the 5th Stage of Divine Abilities, and yet the outcome was even—Meng Shaobai's expression grew even colder.

He stepped forward instantly; his white robes flapped violently, wind and clouds surged, and a terrifying sword momentum erupted in the void. Then Meng Shaobai slashed downward—his sword momentum surged like a tidal wave, overturning yin and yang, churning heaven and earth, engulfing Fang Yu completely.

Sword qi rippled everywhere, forming a colossal spinning sphere that violently rotated anyone trapped inside, spinning them hundreds of millions of times in an instant—no matter how great one's divine abilities, one would be utterly disoriented.

This sword technique was extremely formidable; Yuhua Sect had no such skill, for it was not a sword cultivator sect and placed little emphasis on sword arts. Its only major technique, the Great Freedom Mysterious Golden Sword Qi, focused solely on instant assassination—striking down enemies with one blow, rejecting all showiness.

But Meng Shaobai's sword art was utterly different—it seemed inherited from an ancient Jian Sect's ultimate technique: profound yet simple, exquisite yet unadorned, balancing hardness and softness, embracing yin and yang. His sword qi was terrifyingly sharp, sharper than any Daoist Gang Qi.

"Meng Shaobai, do you want to die?"

Facing Meng Shaobai's overwhelmingly powerful sword momentum, Fang Yu simply extended one finger and unleashed the Great Cutting Technique.

Pop.

Meng Shaobai's sword qi barrier shattered instantly; at the same time, a Void Divine Thunder appeared directly before Meng Shaobai's eyes.

The Void Divine Thunder generated by the perfected Great Cutting Technique was unimaginably powerful, slicing through the void, cutting through everything—whether sword techniques or spiritual energy, all were severed.

Just as Meng Shaobai was about to unleash his No-Life Killing Sword, his mind was violently sliced—his entire body staggered, nearly collapsing.

"Damn it."

Meng Shaobai flew into a rage, but at that moment, Fang Yu's hand struck again—a beam of Bai Di light had already sliced into Meng Shaobai's body.

Boom—boom—boom.

A violent shockwave exploded in the void; Meng Shaobai was blasted backward by the impact.

Fang Yu stepped forward instantly, his hand reaching out—five-colored light surged between his palms: the miniature Five Emperors Canopy, seized in his grip, slammed down upon Meng Shaobai with crushing force.

Though shrunken, the five-colored canopy roiled with five-colored divine thunder.

Fang Yu advanced, pointing to heaven and treading earth, as if he were a divine spirit who commanded the Five Elements.

With no ability to resist, Meng Shaobai was instantly struck by Fang Yu's palm, spitting blood continuously, yet he could not even escape.

"Meng Shaobai, how dare you provoke me? I'll beat you into a dead dog."