Chapter 470

But there was no doubt that magic crystal jade was a valuable item, especially for prolonged combat, where a few pieces could determine a cultivator's life or death.

Items that sustained magic power sold extremely well.

Beyond these delightful items, Fang Yu saw within the Zhu Xian Thief's treasure pouch a formation of sixteen Supreme-grade Treasure Swords.

Sixteen Supreme-grade Treasure Swords.

What does that mean?

This Zhu Xian Thief's wealth surpassed even the Jin Dan experts of Yuhua Sect, for even experts like Wan Luo and Ling Xiao in Yuhua Sect possessed only a few Supreme-grade Treasure Swords.

Sixteen Supreme-grade Treasure Swords was indeed a massive number.

Not only did the Zhu Xian Thief's treasure pouch contain sixteen Supreme-grade Treasure Swords, but also five hundred High-Grade Treasure Swords and one thousand Medium-Grade Treasure Swords.

As for Low-Grade Treasure Swords and Supreme-Grade Spirit Swords, the numbers were even greater.

"Damn, such immense wealth."

Fang Yu, gazing at the Zhu Xian Thief's treasure pouch, immediately sensed her staggering riches—no wonder she ranked second among the Forty Thieves, no wonder she was backed by a divine clan; if these treasures were granted as rewards to Yuhua Sect's inner and outer disciples, the sect's overall strength would rise a step.

Five hundred High-Grade Treasure Swords and one thousand Medium-Grade Treasure Swords held little use for Fang Yu now, but if a Physical Body Secret Realm disciple obtained even one High-Grade Treasure Sword, how far could he advance?

Whether in the Underground World or the Gui Xu Lands, one could venture forth with one's own celestial fortune—should one discover the lair of a past master, immediate ascendance would follow.

For low-realm cultivators, infinite possibilities lay ahead; even one Medium-Grade Treasure Sword could bring them immense returns, compounding like a snowball.

With one Medium-Grade Treasure Sword, one might obtain a High-Grade Treasure Sword; with a High-Grade Treasure Sword, a Supreme-grade Treasure Sword might follow; once a Supreme-grade Treasure Sword was secured, a Low-Grade Dao Artifact might be within reach…

Fang Yu's acquisition of the Zhu Xian Thief's treasures brought Yuhua Sect tremendous gains; for Fang Yu himself, it was slightly less significant, for only Dao Artifacts now caught his eye.

"The divine clan's support for the Forty Thieves has reached a terrifying level."

Meanwhile, Fang Yu pondered the Forty Thieves of the Gui Xu Lands and their ties to the divine clan—he had already eliminated the second, third, and fourth-ranked thieves; the strongest, the Qi Tian Thief, would have to be confronted eventually.

But that Qi Tian Thief's strength was not to be underestimated—she possessed a High-Grade Dao Artifact.

He himself still lacked a High-Grade Dao Artifact; his strongest item was merely a Medium-Grade Dao Artifact. Of course, the Xuan Huang Covering Heaven Hand, forged from the root of Xuan Huang Mother Qi, was exceedingly powerful, and the Li Huo Divine Furnace from the Shrouding Heaven Realm might qualify as a High-Grade Dao Artifact—he would know only after actual combat.

If the Li Huo Divine Furnace faced the Qi Tian Thief's High-Grade Dao Artifact, Great Chaos Thunder Sword, it did not seem particularly reliable.

But Fang Yu would not confront the first-ranked thief now—this matter need not be rushed.

"Let's leave the city now—perhaps the Ghost Emperor is already impatient."

After inventorying the treasures, Fang Yu spoke to Fang Han.

"Yes, Senior Brother, I'm also curious just how strong this Ghost Emperor is. Huangquanmo Sect has finally sent someone after me—I must take this seriously."

Fang Han's face revealed a sharp edge, as if he intended to challenge the Ghost Emperor.

"Good, let's go out."

Stepping out of this Da Xuan Empire city once more, they traveled openly for a hundred li when suddenly, ghostly wails and demonic howls erupted—gales of yin wind surged from the earth, countless yin spirits and malevolent ghosts drifted through the air, coalescing into a Wang Zuo.

Upon this Wang Zuo sat a middle-aged cultivator clad in hemp robes, his face pale, his eyeballs drifting with ghostly white flames.

His fingernails were extremely long—over a foot each—each nail sharper than even a Supreme-grade Treasure Sword; his appearance was terrifying, resembling a demon from hell.

"Do you know? I've waited for you for days. This is an unforgivable sin—kneel now, and your sins may be lessened; otherwise, you'll die a gruesome death."

The middle-aged cultivator spoke in a chilling, mournful tone.