Chapter 368

Some golden figures had very long eyebrows, some had long arms, some had long legs.

These eighteen golden figures suddenly linked their powers together, forming a great array that slowly encircled downward.

They were each golden puppets the size of a fist, emitting a sandalwood scent, and their clothing did not resemble adornments from the Huang Da World.

Fang Qingxue pondered silently, contemplating the origin of these eighteen golden figures, while Fang Yu already knew—they were the Eighteen Arhats, belonging to the Fomen.

In the Huang Da World, there was no trace of the Fomen, for in those bygone days, this world belonged to the Three Emperors' domain; though the Buddhist realm was vast, the Three Emperors forbade it, so the Fomen could not invade.

Of course, small-scale Fomen magic treasures and puppets having leaked over were entirely normal.

Each of these eighteen golden figures was engraved with countless twisted characters, unknown what material they were forged from, yet their power was clearly formidable.

"Brother Yu, I seem to recall—these eighteen golden figures are Fomen artifacts called the Eighteen Arhats; they can spontaneously devour demonic spirits to gain strength. The more demonic spirits they consume, the stronger they become."

Fang Qingxue thought for a moment before speaking. "But their rank is only equivalent to a Top-Grade magic treasure. This little thing, Brother Yu, you take it."

Fang Qingxue had no intention of keeping these eighteen small golden figures—it was meaningless.

"Alright, I'll take them. I'll auction them off when I have time."

Fang Yu nodded.

Continuing to examine the Crimson Moon Bandit's treasures, they found no magic treasures, but plenty of Nascent Soul Pills, Nine Yang Sacred Water, Six Yang Sacred Water, and magic crystal jade—yet unfortunately, before Fang Yu could even replenish his magic power, he had already killed them.

Besides these treasures, there was a sword manual, upon which countless tiny sword-wielding figures moved—some meditating, some practicing Qi Refining, some breathing in tandem with their swords, others dueling with swordplay.

"The Great Expansion Sword Manual!"

On this sword manual, several large characters were written.

Beside the manual were eighty-one sword pouches, each containing a single magic sword, the hilt of each marked with a crescent moon symbol.

Behind the eighty-one sword pouches lay a vast array diagram, upon which a thousand bright moons emitted pure, radiant light.

This was the Great Expansion Sword Diagram.

But it had not yet been fully completed.

"This artifact is somewhat interesting. To unleash its maximum power, one needs a thousand magic treasure swords—the higher the sword's rank, the stronger the manual's power. But right now, he only has eighty-one magic treasure swords, so it's still lacking."

Fang Qingxue, seeing the Great Expansion Sword Diagram, understood what the Crimson Moon Bandit intended: to forge a Great Expansion Sword Array, using a thousand magic treasure swords to fortify his lair—such an array could even resist a low-grade Dao treasure.

"Brother Yu, I have no interest in a cultivation cave. Take this sword array and set it up on your Feather Peak."

Though Fang Qingxue praised it, she still did not claim the sword array, insisting Fang Yu keep it.

Fang Yu thanked her and took the entire sword array.

This sword array was a status symbol; for them, its combat utility was minimal—after all, with a mid-grade Dao treasure, who would bother using a magic treasure sword array?

But for guarding the Shanmen and Shanfeng, it was perfect—it could intimidate all the True Disciples of the Yuhua Sect.

Know this: on Hua Tiandu's peak, the first True Disciple of the Yuhua Sect, the guardian artifact was merely a Top-Grade Pure Yang magic treasure called the Jiugong Jin Ta, which had already stunned every disciple of the Yuhua Sect; each time they arrived at Tiandoufeng, reverence swelled within them.

If Fang Yu draped this sword array over his Feather Peak, he would instantly surpass Hua Tiandu's Jiugong Jin Ta.

This was a matter of face.

Fang Qingxue was too lazy to bother; Fang Yu could give it a try.

The Crimson Moon Bandit's hundred-treasure pouch ended here. Next came the Star Destroyer's treasures—this bandit also had many Nascent Soul Pills, White Yang Pills, Nine Yang Sacred Water, Six Yang Sacred Water, and magic crystal jade, but few true treasures.

There was only a bow and an arrow.

The bow seemed forged from infinite stars gathered together; the bowstring was a brilliant bolt of lightning.

The arrow, however, was a plain, unadorned iron arrow.

This bow and arrow were both Top-Grade magic treasures—the legendary Falling Star Bow and Shooting Star Arrow, designed purely to slay enemies.

Fang Yu, however, now found such artifacts somewhat beneath him—he already possessed a high-grade Dao treasure and a mid-grade Dao treasure; in battle, no one would ever first pull out a Top-Grade magic treasure to shoot an arrow.

But this set of Top-Grade magic treasures held immense value—precious beyond measure to any other cultivator.

Top-Grade magic treasures, especially those designed for killing, were always rare and priceless; weapons like the Falling Star Bow and Shooting Star Arrow, if used well, could ambush and kill a Heavenly Man Realm expert, even severely wound a Golden Core Realm cultivator.

This set of Top-Grade magic treasures could absolutely let a cultivator kill across realms.

If a 1st Stage of Divine Abilities cultivator obtained it, he could ambush and kill a 3rd or 4th Stage of Divine Abilities cultivator with a surprise shot.

This set of magic treasures ultimately became Fang Yu's. Later, he could bestow them upon Fang family disciples or auction them outright—properly handled, selling them for four or five hundred million White Yang Pills was no problem.

All the treasures of the two bandits, along with those of the black-clad men, had now been divided between Fang Yu and Fang Qingxue.

The black-clad men had outwardly appeared to be only 1st Stage of Divine Abilities, but after Fang Yu killed them, their true forms were revealed.

Each was a divine race cultivator of 4th or 5th Stage of Divine Abilities.

Within their minds were natural voids, hiding their treasures.

This was the difference between the divine race and humans—the divine race's marvel.

"So many treasures…"

After Fang Yu cultivated and absorbed the void nodes within each divine race's mind, numerous treasures emerged from the voids.

There were sixteen black-clad divine race cultivators—on the surface, they appeared destitute, laboring tirelessly to refine the bandits' caves—but their hidden treasures were astonishingly vast.

Sixteen black-clad men possessed five Top-Grade magic treasures, sixteen high-grade magic treasures, one hundred mid-grade magic treasures, and a full three hundred low-grade magic treasures.

As for spirit treasures and similar items, there were thousands.

Most of these treasures were stored within the void node of the black-clad leader—he had been exceptionally powerful, capable of defeating human Golden Core cultivators, yet he perished upon encountering a mid-grade Dao treasure.

His resentment even reached Fang Yu and Fang Qingxue's ears.

This divine race leader possessed far too many magic treasures—he was essentially a personal treasure vault. Clearly, in recent days, he had gathered many lone cultivators.

But now, all these treasures belonged to Fang Yu and Fang Qingxue.

"The divine race truly have deep pockets."

Fang Qingxue, witnessing this, felt a pang of awe, her expression solemn.

"No matter what, when the sky falls, the tall ones hold it up. Our task now is to strengthen ourselves."

Fang Yu smiled.

"That's true. Brother Yu, let's go."

Fang Qingxue nodded.

"Go home and take a look."