Chapter 655: A Single Yang Pill—here, it

Fang Yu and the little dot stood before the capital of the Stone Kingdom; to Fang Yu, this capital held no marvel—it was just another great city among many he had seen—but to the little dot, Shi Hao, it was his hometown, the very place he had once lived.

Yet because of his Supreme Bone, it had become the most alien place to him.

Born with a Supreme Bone, it was ripped from him by Yu Shi, wife of Shi Shi Ziteng of the Martial Wang Mansion, and grafted onto Shi Yi's body—this was a grievous, unforgivable feud.

Since they had come here, revenge was inevitable.

Thus, thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—the journey ahead was one of vengeance.

"My disciple may do as he pleases; if revenge is due, then let him take it."

Fang Yu stood within the city walls, his divine sense sweeping across tens of thousands of li—all was laid bare before him.

"Thank you, Master. The past must indeed be settled, but as for my grudge with them, I ask you to stand guard—I wish to handle it myself."

The little dot's expression was complex.

"Mm. Let the young generation settle their own affairs. As for me, I am the greatest force here—not by letting others bully you, but by being the one who prevents it."

Fang Yu nodded.

The two entered the imperial city, a dazzling realm where heroes from all corners of the dynasty converged, hailed as the gathering of ten-directional essence.

The imperial city was bustling, filled with endless noise, carriages and horses clogging the streets, crowds surging everywhere, thronged with life.

On both sides of the roads stood shops, crowded with patrons; beast hides, precious bones, ancient herbs, and weapons were everywhere to be seen.

Within some grand buildings glowing with runes, ferocious beasts roared—these beasts were merely playthings for the noble youths of the imperial city.

As soon as the little dot, Shi Hao, entered the city, he felt dizzy—it was the largest city he had ever seen, and within its walls, everything overwhelmed his senses.

"Fox girls, oh! Our shop just acquired several new fox girls—all top-tier beauties, deadly charming, don't miss your chance!"

A cluster of buildings, like a vast palace, splendid and opulent, stood beside a main street, where a beautiful woman loudly promoted them.

The little dot was curious—what kind of force could capture fox girls?

But he did not draw near, for his master, Fang Yu, had calmly passed by.

So the little dot followed.

Yet after Fang Yu and the little dot passed, the beautiful woman seemed to sense a summons and entered a palace.

Inside the palace sat a maiden, clad in white, exquisitely beautiful, with several snow-white fox tails sprouting from her back, glistening and translucent—any strong cultivator here would know she was a powerful descendant of the Nine-Tailed Fox lineage.

"Be warned—a peerless genius has arrived in the capital, unprecedented in antiquity."

The maiden spoke, startling the beautiful woman.

"What?"

"The Divine Mirror lit up when he appeared—brighter than ever before."

The maiden spoke, holding in her hand a Divine Mirror.

The woman was stunned, then bowed and withdrew.

"Strange—how could such a being exist in the Wild Region? Even in the Upper Realm, such a genius would be unheard of."

The white-robed maiden pondered, her eyes like water, gaze intoxicating.

"Yet this may be our chance—we might lure this being, invite him to ascend to Heaven."

The exquisite fox spirit murmured to herself.

"A fox spirit."

Meanwhile, Fang Yu's divine sense had also seen the white-robed maiden—he saw her clearly. She too was a genius, but not native to the Wild Region; she came from the Upper Realm.

The Lower Realm has eight regions; the Upper Realm has three thousand prefectures.

In the Lower Realm, cultivators' realms are: Blood Mobilization, Cave Heaven, Spirit Transformation, Inscribed Patterns, Array Formation, Ancestor. Reaching Inscribed Patterns grants a marquis title; Array Formation grants a king's title; Ancestor grants an emperor's title.

In the Upper Realm, besides Ancestors walking freely, there are other realms: the Divine Flame Realm, where cultivators ignite divine fire—called pseudo-gods—similar in nature to the Void Immortal Realm's "Void," both illusory yet nearly real.

Above pseudo-gods lies the True One Realm—the true god. Beyond that is the Sacred Offering Realm, a dispensable stage most cultivators skip; only a few peerless geniuses deliberately traverse it to reach the Heavenly God Realm.

In the Upper Realm's three thousand prefectures, most cultivators dwell between the Divine Flame, True God, and Heavenly God realms; beyond that lie Void Dao, Sever Self, Escape One, and Supreme Realm.

The Supreme Realm is the pinnacle of mortal cultivation in this world.

Beyond the Supreme Realm lies the Immortal Dao—but no one in this world has achieved immortality for countless ages.

The little dot, Shi Hao, was born with a Supreme Bone—meaning he naturally possessed this bone and was destined to reach the peak of mortal cultivation. Alas, the bone was ripped from him by the Shi family and implanted into another boy, Shi Yi, who was born with dual supreme pupils.

Most peculiarly, by destroying one genius, they created another—yet many within the Shi family defended the one who stole the bone, claiming, "One genius is already ruined; we cannot let the other be ruined too, or the Supreme Bone would be wasted."

This was a bizarre logic.

What is a corrupt family ethos? This is it.

Even Fang Qingxue knew how to reward and punish fairly.

The little dot had come this time to seek justice for himself.

"Master, can we go to the auction?"

The little dot, Shi Hao, did not immediately storm the Martial Wang Mansion to hunt down the culprits of old. Instead, he walked through the capital until he reached an auction house and stopped.

"Of course."

Fang Yu nodded. It was well known that when someone like the little dot arrived at an auction, it meant something precious was there—and such treasures invariably ended up in his hands.

This was fate.

Fang Yu would not interfere.

Before them stood a vast complex of buildings, majestic halls, guarded at the entrance by two ferocious beasts—one shimmering with golden light, the other flowing with silver radiance—both were jiao dragons.

Though not pure-blooded, having such two bloodline descendants as guardians was already impressive.

This auction house was called Bone Demon Auction House, famed throughout the Stone Kingdom's capital, housing rare treasures, each auction yielding precious items.

"Wow, these two jiao dragons are getting stronger—guarding this treasure hall, their cultivation speed must be skyrocketing!"

The auction house was packed, bustling with people. A girl stepped down from a bronze carriage, lively and energetic, her long fiery red hair, bright, nimble eyes, escorted by a group of powerful cultivators as they entered the auction house.

"That's the precious daughter of the Purple Thunder Marquis."

Many people recognized that young woman.

Another golden war chariot came thundering in, eight fierce beasts pulling it, charging up to the Bone Gu Auction House.

Each fierce beast had horns on its head, cold gleaming scales along its body, and a killing aura that hit them head-on—beasts that seemed to have been on the battlefield, having gone through countless life-and-death struggles.

"It's the Dongtian Marquis!"

Someone recognized the owner of this war chariot. Sure enough, a tall man stepped down from the chariot, his dark-gold battle armor scattering a black light, like a black mountain.

This Wang Hou was not old, seemingly not yet thirty, but his eyes were striking, light flickering within them.

"This is the Dongtian Marquis. Though only twenty-five years old, he is already a marquis ruling over a region, garrisoning the frontier, and has repeatedly earned extraordinary merit."

Someone whispered softly.

To become a Wang Hou, one must cultivate to the Inscription realm. Reaching the Inscription realm at twenty-five is indeed a genius in the Lower Realm.

More flower petals fluttered down, waves of fragrance assailing the nose, as a sedan carriage descended through the air, pulled by several auspicious birds.

"The Sixteenth Princess has arrived!"