Chapter 780: Will Lord Chunan

Wang Fulong, who had cultivated to the 9th Stage of Divine Abilities and attained the Heavenly Manifestation Realm, was preparing to challenge Fang Yu, an eternal titan, using his lower-grade magic treasure—but Fang Yu merely reached out with one hand and forced Wang Fulong to kneel on the ground, leaving him no room to resist.

Even as his hand closed, the lower-grade magic treasure sword Wang Fulong relied upon was snatched directly into Fang Yu's grasp.

It was a three-foot-long sword with serrated edges; flowing across its blade were two characters: "Julei"—clearly the name of this lower-grade magic treasure.

But once Fang Yu seized it, the spirit of the magic treasure seemed to sense Fang Yu's terrifying power—capable of erasing it outright—and began trembling violently in the void, as if weeping and pleading.

"You think relying on a single lower-grade magic treasure grants you the right to challenge an eternal titan's authority? Today, I shall give you a harsh lesson!"

Fang Yu toyed with the lower-grade magic treasure, then suddenly clenched his hand and erased Wang Fulong's magic power and spiritual essence.

Wah!

Wang Fulong spat out a mouthful of blood.

He felt every connection to the "Julei Sword" severed—he had lost it completely.

"No! Not this! My lower-grade magic treasure!"

Wang Fulong's face twisted with endless agony—he had sacrificed countless merits, flattered countless experts, and endured endless favors just to obtain this lower-grade magic treasure; it was more precious than his wife and son, yet now it had been taken from him.

If someone threatened to take his wife and son in exchange for this sword, he would unhesitatingly choose the Julei Sword.

With a lower-grade magic treasure in hand, anything lost could be regained.

But now he had lost it.

Instantly, Wang Fulong screamed repeatedly and roared: "Disciples of the Wuji Star Palace, form the great array and slay this demon!"

Though this expert, who had reached the 9th Stage of Divine Abilities and the Heavenly Manifestation Realm, knelt on the ground, he could still speak—and at this moment, he continued issuing orders to the other arriving disciples.

The other disciples who arrived numbered several hundred; the thirty or so leaders had all reached the 7th Stage of Divine Abilities and the Golden Core Realm, each possessing over ten magic treasures, their robes, jewelry, even shoes and rings all made of supreme-grade treasure artifacts, dazzling in their splendor, radiating overwhelming combat power.

Such Golden Core disciples, if they entered the Huang Da World, could easily crush peers of the same realm, and even fight above their level without difficulty.

In the Huang Da World, some had reached the 10th Stage of Divine Abilities—like the Ghost Emperor Fang Yu had slain—if they encountered this group of Golden Core disciples, or even just one of them, they would be killed.

It was simply because they possessed too many magic treasures!

A single Golden Core disciple carried over ten supreme-grade treasure artifacts, while the Ghost Emperor had only two or three.

At Wang Fulong's roar, the thirty-plus Golden Core disciples all turned their eyes toward him, hesitation flickering in their gazes—they seemed uncertain whether to obey Wang Fulong's command and charge against this eternal titan.

But after a moment's hesitation, each of the thirty-four Golden Core experts slapped their own heads, and a pure yang energy surged from their crowns, encasing a Golden Core.

Thirty-four Golden Cores spun rapidly, radiating ten thousand rays of golden light, turning the surrounding void into a sea of gold.

Among these Golden Cores, the least had condensed fifteen Divine Abilities, the most twenty-four—any one of them would be considered a prodigy in any sect.

After rising, these Golden Cores did not strike at Fang Yu; instead, they linked together, their energies flowing to form a star map that enveloped their physical bodies.

They had clearly chosen defense—not offense.

These disciples were no fools: their commanding senior, Wang Fulong, was already kneeling on the ground, his lower-grade magic treasure seized—why should they charge forward when he himself didn't?

Thus, the thirty-four Golden Core experts did not rush forward; instead, they linked together, shielding their bodies to avoid being slain by Fang Yu, this eternal titan.

"Esteemed peer, please show mercy!"

At that moment, a tremendous force shattered the void, revealing another "Starlight Shuttle."

Emerging with the Starlight Shuttle was an old man, beside whom stood a veiled girl.

Both the old man and the veiled girl were at the Longevity Secret Realm's Wan Shou stage; the veiled girl was even more formidable, possessing the strength of two Ancient Celestial Dragons—far surpassing ordinary eternal titans—and the veil on her face was itself a lower-grade magic treasure.

These two were among the elite of the Wan Shou stage, far stronger than Ru Yi Zi, whom Fang Yu had slain in Yuhua Sect, and far superior to Lu Lanpo, Fu Yun Sou, and others.

"Wuji Star Palace, Beidou Hall, Deputy Hall Masters Cang Cang Yingzi and Luo Shuibeihui, greet you. This Wang Fulong is audacious and reckless beyond measure—he dared challenge the authority of an eternal titan! Logically, you should punish him severely—but could you, for the sake of the Wuji Star Palace, spare him and return his lower-grade magic treasure? Our Beidou Hall will surely compensate you. Once we take him back, we will give him proper discipline!"

The old man bowed respectfully to Fang Yu with a smile.

"Hmph! This little 9th Stage of Divine Abilities brat dares be so insolent? He knew full well I had reached the Longevity Secret Realm, an eternal titan—yet he still dared challenge my authority with nothing but a lower-grade magic treasure? He thought to climb to power by trampling on my face? This matter won't be so easily resolved. Had it not been for the Wuji Star Palace's reputation, he'd already be dead—his corpse erased!"

Fang Yu feigned fury, fully displaying the rage of an eternal titan.

Indeed, eternal titans held immense status everywhere—if a disciple of the Divine Ability Secret Realm dared defy one, the titan could kill him on the spot without reproach.

Even if killed, no one would say the Longevity Secret Realm titan had acted wrongly.

An eternal titan was an eternal titan; a Divine Ability Secret Realm cultivator was merely a cultivator—the gap in status was too vast. Even a genius of the 10th Stage of Divine Abilities dared not act arrogantly before an eternal titan; without crossing that threshold, one remained a child, a mere ant.

"You are right, you are right. These youngsters now believe that gaining a bit of fortune grants them the right to challenge us eternal titans and earn fame—how foolish! Who among us who reached eternal titan status did not gain countless fortunes and miraculous encounters? To challenge above one's level is frivolous. Wang Fulong's defiance of your authority was utterly wrong—but could we take him back and discipline him strictly? He worked hard to reach the 9th Stage of Divine Abilities."

The old man continued smiling, all amiability.

The veiled girl, Luo Shuibeihui, moved her hand—and a magic treasure pouch appeared in the void.

"Esteemed peer, here are three hundred thousand Pure Yang Elixirs. Please release Wang Fulong and return the Julei Sword. A young disciple, after enduring countless hardships, obtained a magic treasure and grew arrogant—we will take him back and give him proper discipline."

As she spoke, the veiled woman hurled the magic treasure pouch toward Fang Yu.

Fang Yu glanced at it—sure enough, inside lay exactly three hundred thousand Pure Yang Elixirs, radiating waves of pure yang energy.

A typical Wan Shou-stage eternal titan could produce one hundred Pure Yang Elixirs per day; here, the Beidou Hall had offered three hundred thousand—equivalent to three thousand days' output of a normal eternal titan. Their sincerity was clear.

Fang Yu thus decided to accept the gesture. His expression softened; he swept his sleeve, flinging Wang Fulong away, and hurled the lower-grade magic treasure sword after him.

"Hmph! You insignificant Divine Ability Secret Realm disciple—don't dare think of challenging us Longevity Secret Realm titans! This time, I spare you for the sake of the Wuji Star Palace—but such chances won't come often. Young man, temper your arrogance, or you won't even know how you die!"

After seizing the three hundred thousand elixirs, Fang Yu looked down coldly and lectured Wang Fulong.

"You…"

Wang Fulong was nearly enraged to bursting—but he dared not speak; all the words in his throat came out as: "Thank you, Elder. I know my mistake."

"Hmm. That's better."

Fang Yu grunted.

"Excellent. This matter is settled. We've now met, esteemed peer. Given your cultivation, why not join our Beidou Hall? Our Young Master Chunan recruits talented individuals from across the world—your realm would make you a deputy hall master, with ten thousand Pure Yang Elixirs monthly!"

Seeing Fang Yu truly release Wang Fulong and return his lower-grade magic treasure, both Cang Cang Yingzi and Luo Shuibeihui exhaled in relief. Though they weren't afraid of an eternal titan, they had no desire to make an enemy of one over the stupidity of a disciple.

Now that this eternal titan had released Wang Fulong and returned his treasure, it meant he was not hostile to the Wuji Star Palace—if they could recruit him to the Beidou Hall, Young Master Chunan would be overjoyed.

With one more eternal titan, the Beidou Hall's strength would rise dramatically.

"This… I have already promised those two young friends I would visit the Qisha Hall…"

Fang Yu put on a look of hesitation.

"The Seven Kill Hall ranks low among the more than three hundred halls of my Wuji Star Palace, but if you join my Beidou Hall, you will gain tremendous benefits. Our hall's master, Young Master Chunan, is always powerful and influential; his father is even the Supreme Elder Star Emperor of our Wuji Star Palace. If you join my Beidou Hall, you might even receive guidance from Supreme Elder Star Emperor, break through to the Immortal Body realm, and your status will rise dramatically, granting you even greater benefits!"

Cang Cang Yingzi hurriedly invited.

"Are you sure?"

Hearing this, Fang Yu felt an urge to laugh.

Could Young Master Chunan's father, Star Emperor, help him cultivate to the Immortal Body realm? He'd probably slaughter him the moment he saw him.

But Young Master Chunan himself could indeed help him ascend to the Immortal Body realm.

In fact, it was Young Master Chunan who lent him a hand, sacrificing himself so that Fang Yu could reach the Immortal Body realm in such a short time.

Star Emperor certainly wouldn't.

Fang Yu was now considering how to infiltrate the Wuji Star Palace—whether to join Young Master Chunan's Beidou Hall or the Seven Kill Hall.

He thought there was probably nothing left worth joining in the Beidou Hall, since Young Master Chunan had already been slain by him, and both Top-Grade Dao Artifacts had been seized; what reason would he have to re-enter the Beidou Hall? To serve Young Master Chunan's two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine concubines?

That was unnecessary.

Moreover, if he truly entered the Beidou Hall and encountered Young Master Chunan's father, Star Emperor, matters would turn dire. It would be better to join the Seven Kill Hall and gain many advantages there.

So Fang Yu did not immediately accept Cang Cang Yingzi's offer. "Let's discuss this after the matter is settled. I heard the Wuji Star Palace is hunting the Soul-Eating Sacred Beast—I'm willing to lend a hand."

"Good! With your aid, the three of us, ancient titans, will surely capture that Soul-Eating Sacred Beast!"

Cang Cang Yingzi did not press further to persuade this ancient titan; after all, there was plenty of time ahead. The immediate priority was capturing the Soul-Eating Sacred Beast.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The group landed on the planet's surface.

As soon as they touched the ground, Cang Cang Yingzi and Luo Shuibeibei pulled out a Luo Pan—it was a Top-Grade artifact, emitting a faint soul aura.

"Correct. This planet indeed bears the aura of the Soul-Eating Sacred Beast. Though it is exceedingly cunning, it has not yet cultivated to the Immortal Body realm—we can still handle it."

Luo Shuibeibei watched the Luo Pan's spinning direction and said to the thirty-odd Jin Dan disciples behind him, as well as Wang Fulong: "Form a formation and conceal your shapes!"