Chapter 539

"I come to seek your Elder's guidance."

After a moment, a young man named Qinghe stepped forward.

Qinghe was the undisputed strongest among the third-generation disciples of the Purple Mansion realm.

Whoosh!

A green-robed figure blurred into a trail of afterimages and landed atop the stone pillar opposite Fang Yu, while the puppet he controlled descended onto the battlefield below.

"Elder, the secret technique I am about to perform was left behind by a senior cultivator's corpse during one of my travels—a needle-manipulation art. I humbly ask for your guidance."

Qinghe said from afar.

The Great Xia Dynasty, having endured countless ages, holds countless divine and demonic ruins, relics of mighty beings; with sufficient fortune, one may find ancient immortals' or divine demons' magic treasures within these ruins.

This disciple named Qinghe had obtained the ancient adept's needle-manipulation art.

Fang Yu was somewhat curious—what needle art could possibly break his Three Talents Sword?

"Go ahead."

Fang Yu nodded.

At once, Qinghe's puppet unleashed countless needles—countless emerald-green needles spun midair, eventually forming a colossal emerald scorpion, its eyes gleaming with cruel intent.

The Dao realm: Emerald Scorpion's intent.

Qinghe had cultivated such a strange and peculiar Dao—though admittedly, against an ordinary disciple, so many needles coalescing into such a scorpion might win the fight; but to Fang Yu, this scorpion was nothing but a joke.

Fang Yu moved his hand casually—a Three Talents Sword swept through, wind, fire, and wood forming a blade of light that flowed over and instantly shattered the scorpion.

In one move, he defeated Qinghe, the strongest among the Purple Mansion disciples.

"Lost? Qinghe brother lost so easily?"

"Indeed, Elder Fang's comprehension of the Dao is too profound; Qinghe brother stands no chance."

"They're not even on the same level."

The surrounding Purple Mansion and Ten Thousand Manifestation True Persons felt disbelief—Qinghe had been considered a genius, yet he couldn't even withstand a single strike; this was simply too astonishing.

"Qinghe, if you could observe the celestial stars and comprehend a Star Scorpion Dao, fusing it with this green scorpion, its power might increase."

At that moment, Fang Yu's voice rang out.

"Thank you for your guidance, Elder."

Qinghe listened, lost in thought, then bowed respectfully and withdrew.

Of course, before leaving, he left behind the prize.

"Who's next?"

Fang Yu pondered Qinghe's green scorpion—indeed, combining that Dao intent with stellar power could enhance its strength, but even at its peak, it paled beside the Book of Infinite Stars; this boy offered him no inspiration.

So Fang Yu turned his gaze to the other disciples in the arena.

"Please, Elder, guide me."

After a moment's hesitation, another young man stepped forward onto the steps.

He was a youth in white robes and white hair.

His ascent stirred murmurs among many disciples.

"It's Brother Xueying!"

"They say Brother Xueying has become a Two-Clawed Yinglong Guard—his actual combat prowess rivals that of a Primordial Spirit True Person. But his main strength lies in the divine-demonic body cultivation art, the Blood Shadow Indestructible Body. Purely in puppet discourse, he's likely far weaker."

"Clearly, Brother Xueying isn't aiming to win—he truly seeks Elder Fang's guidance. He knows exactly what he wants."

As the white-robed, white-haired youth appeared, the entire hall erupted in murmurs.

Fang Yu's gaze fell upon the True Person known as Xueying—his physical strength was indeed formidable, yet he had come not to win, but to lose first, then improve.

"Elder Fang, I'm about to attack!"

As Xueying's mind activated, nine flying swords erupted from the puppet's back—each sword radiated thick crimson light; their blood-red auras linked, forming a colossal blood mosquito.

This blood mosquito had a triangular head, enormous cicada-like wings, and a mouthpart like a blade—its killing aura was even more terrifying than the previous green scorpion.

"This blood mosquito is somewhat stronger than the green scorpion, but your understanding of the Blood Dao has not yet reached a high level; had you mastered the Blood Dao deeply, it would be formidable indeed."

Facing the blood mosquito, Fang Yu no longer used the Wind-Fire-Wood Three Talents Sword—he channeled his Dao, transformed his intent, and unleashed the Mo Sect's demonic art: the Supreme Blood Soul Dao. Instantly, boundless terrifying blood energy spread, as if turning all heaven and earth into a realm of blood.

"What?"

"What kind of Dao is this?"

"Such terrifying Dao—I feel my own blood stirring uncontrollably."

"Elder Fang's mastery of the Blood Dao surpasses Brother Xueying's—how is this possible?"

"How many Daos has Elder Fang mastered? Wind, Fire, Wood, Blood—already four!"

The surrounding disciples erupted in shock.

Daos like Wind, Fire, and Wood were common and easily comprehended, but the Blood Dao was exceedingly rare—yet Elder Fang could guide Brother Xueying in the Blood Dao? This was utterly inconceivable.

Before all eyes, Xueying's blood mosquito was instantly shattered; Xueying's face flushed with astonishment—he had expected Elder Fang to guide him with some other Dao, never imagining his mastery of the Blood Dao ran so deep.

He was truly convinced.

Fang Yu was not particularly surprised.

In the Eternal Life Realm, he had slain the Mo Sect's Spirit Young Master and high-level Heaven-Earth Manifestation experts, learning many Mo Sect demonic arts—such as Ancient Demon Blood Transformation, the Supreme Blood Soul Dao, Blood Spirit Sons—but he had never obtained the Great Blood Soul Art, one of the Three Thousand Great Daos.

The Mo Sect of the Xuan Huang Great World's core scripture is the Great Blood Soul Art, one of the Three Thousand Great Daos—but this Dao was incomplete within the Mo Sect; thus, even after slaying 9th Stage Heaven-Earth Manifestation experts, Fang Yu could not obtain the complete Great Blood Soul Art.

Yet, using the Supreme Blood Soul Dao to guide this Xueying True Person was more than sufficient.

"Elder, your mastery of the Blood Dao is so profound—I am truly humbled. If you have time in the future, I humbly request a moment of your guidance."

Xueying True Person bowed deeply.

"I will be leaving the mountain soon to cultivate my Second Primordial Spirit. I can only guide you after I return."

Fang Yu's expression shifted slightly as he spoke.

"Oh, Elder, you're going to cultivate a second Primordial Spirit? To cultivate a second Primordial Spirit, you absolutely need a vessel—has the Elder found one yet?"

Hearing Fang Yu speak, the Blood Shadow Daoist immediately spoke up.

At the same time, many disciples had also heard Fang Yu's words, and all turned their gazes toward him.

This immensely powerful Elder was about to condense a second Primordial Spirit—this was something worth noting.

If the Elder has not yet obtained a vessel capable of holding the second Primordial Spirit, we could help Fang Yu Elder search for one; with this connection, we might receive even more guidance from Fang Yu Elder in the future.

By now, most disciples of the Black and White Academy greatly admire Fang Yu Elder, for this Elder has already demonstrated his comprehension of the Four Great Dao paths—something far beyond most people.

Though disciples of the Black and White Academy are geniuses, mastering even one Dao to the level of the Dao Domain is already exceptional; to fully control a single Dao is to be an unparalleled genius among geniuses.

Fang Yu Elder's genius has already won over most disciples—if we can do something for this Elder, the benefits will surely be immense.

"I haven't found a vessel yet, but with so many ruins in the Great Xia Dynasty, there must be one somewhere. I have no doubt about that."

Fang Yu said.

"Elder, my family does possess a treasure capable of holding the second Primordial Spirit—the Qi Fire Yuan Pearl. I humbly request the Elder's guidance on one technique, after which I will return home and retrieve this treasure."

At that moment, a voice spoke up.

It was the Daoist Huosheng, who had mastered a complete Dao.

Daoist Huosheng—this name was incredibly imposing, a Saint of Fire, sounding nearly like a Fire God.

Fang Yu knew that in the Eternal Life Realm's Xuanhuan Grand World, within the Taiyi Sect, there was a cultivator who was a reincarnation of the Fire God, named Chi Chi Rongtian, the First Fuzhang Sect of Taiyi Sect.

But Chi Chi Rongtian's aura was far stronger than the Daoist Huosheng standing before Fang Yu now.

"Ah, it's Senior Brother Huosheng! Is Senior Brother Huosheng also going to act?"

"Senior Brother Huosheng is one who commands a complete Dao—he's now going to engage Fang Yu Elder!"

"Senior Brother Huosheng's family actually possesses the Qi Fire Yuan Pearl—that's one of the best treasures for holding a second Primordial Spirit! Legends say it is a naturally formed Purple Mansion, vastly superior in quality to the Xuan Pi Pearl. Now Senior Brother Huosheng is willing to give it up in exchange for Fang Yu Elder's guidance—what a tremendous price!"

"Perhaps Senior Brother Huosheng has sensed something—he's at a higher realm than us, maybe he's perceived even more."

Many disciples were stunned—even the reincarnated immortal, the cold and distant girl Yu Wei, seemed surprised that Daoist Huosheng was willing to pay such a price.

The Qi Fire Yuan Pearl was indeed a treasure among treasures; ordinary people had no chance of obtaining it—it was the finest treasure for cultivating the second Primordial Spirit.

"Qi Fire Yuan Pearl?"

Hearing the name, Fang Yu knew it was the best possible vessel for cultivating the second Primordial Spirit. He had planned to leave and train in search of similar treasures, but never expected that this single lesson would make Daoist Huosheng offer such a treasure.

This was truly an unexpected windfall.

"Very well. I'll show you one sword. Watch carefully."

Fang Yu fixed his gaze on Daoist Huosheng and spoke.

"Please, Elder, grant me your sword!"

Daoist Huosheng bowed deeply and spoke respectfully.

Fang Yu moved—and Daoist Gang Qi of Fire surged forth.