Chapter 385

When the melody ended, the other disciples also woke up, their faces showing expressions of relief.

"This tune belongs only in heaven; how often can one hear it on earth? Friend's guqin playing is truly unparalleled, extraordinarily exquisite."

Fang Yu nodded in praise.

"You flatter me—it's merely for amusement, nothing special."

Hua Yunfei smiled, his gaze fixed on Fang Yu as he raised his cup and said, "With such a fine moment and beautiful scenery, let us toast to it."

Everyone raised their cups and drank together, the scene harmonious and warm.

"On Zhuofeng, Senior Brother Fang Yu makes grass and trees bow in reverence; on Xingfeng, Senior Brother Hua Yunfei makes hundreds of birds pause in flight—these two senior brothers truly each manifest extraordinary signs."

"These two peerless geniuses are evenly matched in this regard, but I wonder what realm Senior Brother Fang Yu of Zhuofeng has reached, what scripture he cultivates, and whether he can rival our Xingfeng's lineage?"

"No one knows. That Senior Brother Fang Yu is rarely seen on Zhuofeng; no one knows where he came from or what scripture he cultivates. But I think no matter how powerful the Way of Nature may be, it surely cannot match our Xingfeng's heritage."

As the young men and women whispered among themselves, their gazes turned toward the main peak of Xingfeng—even by day, countless starlights descended upon it, appearing profoundly mysterious.

And when night fell on Xingfeng, it became utterly unique throughout the Tai Xuan Sect, even across the entire Eastern Wilderness.

At that time, starlight cascaded from the heavens, making Xingfeng resemble a celestial palace.

Xingfeng is inherently devoted to cultivating starlight energy—how vast and boundless is starlight energy? Even a tiny fraction can make one invincible.

This is something Zhuofeng cannot compare to.

"Pity it seems these two senior brothers won't clash immediately, so we can't tell who truly excels."

Disciples on Xingfeng occasionally glanced at Fang Yu, the senior brother speaking with Hua Yunfei; several young women were utterly astonished to discover that Senior Brother Fang Yu of Zhuofeng, in terms of appearance, seemed even more striking than Hua Yunfei.

The gleam of his muscles, his sharp contours—like the work of divine craftsmanship, carved by heaven and earth—filled them with an overwhelming sense of beauty.

"How is this possible? Senior Brother Hua Yunfei is the most ethereal and agile man in the Tai Xuan Sect—yet he seems somehow outshone by Senior Brother Fang Yu?"

The women looked again and again, and confirmed it was indeed true.

Senior Brother Hua Yunfei possesses an ethereal, agile beauty, but Senior Brother Fang Yu possesses not only that, but also the mystery of power—his body is like a product of heaven's creation, perfectly unimaginable.

This is simply too incredible.

"I now even want to join Zhuofeng."

One woman murmured.

As they carefully observed Fang Yu, they noticed his arms and face seemed more refined than their own, and were stunned once more.

How could a man be so exquisitely perfect as to surpass them?

They naturally had no idea that Fang Yu cultivated the Great Five Elements Art and had ingested numerous Celestial-grade elixirs—the Yin-Yang Wan Shou Elixir, Lei Gu Sheli Dan, Nirvana Dan, Wu Yun Shengxian Dan, Dragon God Dan—his physical refinement had reached an unimaginable level; especially the Five Elements force of the Great Five Elements Art and the Lei Ting force of the Lei Gu Sheli Dan had fused within his body, long ago rendering every inch of his skin flawless, perfected to the extreme of yang purity.

In fact, in the Eternal Life Realm, even merely top-grade Human-grade elixirs or mid-grade ones—such as the Elixir of Extended Life or the Essence Elixir—have beautifying effects.

No cultivator is ugly.

They are merely not yet powerful enough.

After Fang Yu and Hua Yunfei spoke for a while, several figures hurriedly flew over from nearby and landed before Hua Yunfei, whispering a few words.

"Hm?"

Hua Yunfei seemed somewhat shocked.

But Fang Yu intercepted their telepathic transmission.

The sudden arrival had mentioned several names: Yan Yan Ruyu, princess of the demon race, and Ji Haoyue, the Divine Body of the Eastern Wilderness.

"Brother Hua, could you tell me what has happened?"

Fang Yu's gaze drifted calmly as he spoke.

Hua Yunfei exchanged a glance with the disciple beside him and nodded: "I received word that Ji Haoyue, the Divine Body of the Eastern Wilderness, has emerged from seclusion and intends to trouble Yan Yan Ruyu, the descendant of the Demon Emperor. Friend, during your travels, surely you've heard of this major event in the Eastern Wilderness?"

The emergence of the Demon Emperor's tomb had stirred countless beings in the Eastern Wilderness; over time, even holy sects and noble families from the Central Plains, Northern Plains, and Western Deserts learned of it, and powerful figures descended upon the Eastern Wilderness—only to encounter the lethal traps of the Demon Emperor's yin tomb, where many great ones perished.

Now, before the Demon Emperor's tomb, several great figures still remain, seeking its treasures.

This place will likely spill blood for another one or two years before those great ones give up.

"I heard the Demon Emperor's descendant obtained the Emperor's relic left behind—the unimaginable ultimate treasure—and now the Ji family has set its eyes on it. Could the Ji family be about to acquire another Emperor's relic?"

"Our Tai Xuan Sect is already renowned in the Eastern Wilderness, yet lacks the foundation of an Emperor's relic. Do we have any chance?"

Disciples on Xingfeng murmured among themselves; hearing the term "Emperor's relic" stirred excitement in them.

"Focus on your cultivation. Yan Yan Ruyu is a princess of the demon race and wields an Emperor's relic—how could you possibly covet it? Haven't you cultivated enough stillness?"

Hua Yunfei's gaze turned cold as he looked at the surrounding disciples.

The disciples on Xingfeng immediately snapped back to awareness and bowed, saying, "Yes, my lord."

"Forgive me for embarrassing you, Brother Fang. It seems my disciples on Xingfeng still need to cultivate greater stillness."

Hua Yunfei turned back to Fang Yu and apologized.

"Brother Hua, your discipline of your junior brothers is exemplary—this is a blessing for Xingfeng and for the Tai Xuan Sect."

Fang Yu watched Hua Yunfei, a faint smile on his face—he sensed the man had developed interest, yet obtaining the Demon Emperor's relic from the descendant of the Demon Emperor was no easy task.

Ordinary people who went there would truly die.

The Ji family's Divine Body possessed remarkable courage.

Fang Yu stood up and left the place; everyone no longer wished to drink and revel, so they dispersed.

As soon as Fang Yu moved, he instantly transformed into a streak of Bai Guang and flew out of the Tai Xuan Sect.

He found the matter slightly intriguing.

Just after Fang Yu flew away at over a hundred times the speed of sound, in the western wilderness of the Wei Kingdom in the Eastern Wilderness, a vast stretch of barren hills stretched endlessly, with little vegetation and mostly scorched earth.

Legend says that in ancient times, a cataclysmic battle occurred here; after the battle, it became a lifeless wasteland.

Towering mountains pierced the clouds, yet not a single green sprout remained—bare, desolate.

Broken rocks, scorched earth, shattered peaks—all seemed to testify to the horror of that ancient battle.

Now, upon each of these desolate mountains stood powerful figures—strong ones of the ancient Ji family, sealing off all directions.

Directly ahead, on a broken mountain, a man in purple robes stirred with the wind, no more than twenty years old, his eyes shining like stars, standing with hands behind his back, alone facing the front.

"Why are you blocking our path?"

The speaker was a middle-aged beautiful woman, not of the human race, but a cultivator of the demon race, who stepped forward to ask.

"My divine body has just taken form; I heard the Demon Emperor's Princess is here, and I came specifically to test you."

This man in purple robes was of incomparable nobility, yet he blended perfectly with heaven and earth; his expression was calm, his words gentle.

"My prince is unwell and cannot fight; please choose another day for your challenge," the middle-aged woman said via voice transmission.

The middle-aged woman transmitted her voice.

The man in purple robes spoke softly, like a spring breeze brushing against the face: "If that is so, I shall not press further. Leave behind the Demon Emperor's imperial weapon. Since my divine body has just formed, few divine weapons in the world please me—the Demon Emperor's imperial weapon is just right."

The middle-aged woman's expression did not change. "What are you talking about? We have no Demon Emperor's imperial weapon."

Behind the man in purple robes appeared two maidens, who stood respectfully behind him. One opened her red lips gently: "The tomb of the Demon Emperor has emerged, shaking the Eastern Wilderness. Many sentient weapons burst forth from the Yang Tomb, but the Dao Scripture has not appeared—while your prince cunningly seized the Demon Emperor's imperial weapon using the Treasure Gathering Basin. Hand it over. It is not something you are fit to possess."

"Hand over the Demon Emperor's imperial weapon—this is your only path to survival. Otherwise, you will not escape today."

The other maiden also spoke.

"Why? The imperial weapon of our Demon Emperor, even if it fell into my prince's hands, is rightfully his. On what grounds do you, the Ji family, demand it?"

The middle-aged woman's expression turned sharply hostile.

Though the man in purple robes appeared no more than twenty, every slow, deliberate motion revealed his unwavering resolve.

"The Demon Emperor's imperial weapon—I will have it at all costs."