Chapter 790

In the Feitian Treasure Tower, Feng Yaoguang stared at the clump of flesh in Fang Yu's hand, unable to believe it.

Because she sensed that this clump of flesh was none other than the recently arrogant Wuxiang Ancestor, the eternal titan of the Wuxiang Sect.

Just moments ago, he had loudly declared his intent to take her as a concubine, yet in the next instant, Fang Yu had slain him on the spot—his entire Xu Yuan Qi, laws, and lifetime of accumulations now belonged to Fang Yu.

An eternal titan had just perished like this?

Even though Feng Yaoguang knew Fang Yu's power was immense, seeing him casually slay an eternal titan still left her stunned.

"Senior Brother Fang Yu, has an eternal titan really just perished?"

Feng Yaoguang murmured.

"A mere Wan Shou cultivator, whose strength doesn't exceed two Great Ancient Celestial Dragon Powers, is nothing but an ant in my eyes—slaying him in one strike is no challenge."

Fang Yu smiled, and from the flesh in his hand, streams of light flowed forth—these were the Wuxiang Ancestor's accumulations.

This eternal titan indeed carried fragments of Dao artifacts on his person, enough to elevate a supreme treasure to a lower-grade Dao artifact.

Moreover, his fan was itself a lower-grade Dao artifact, called the Nine-Bone Xun Wind Fan, forged over eighteen hundred years by the eternal titan using a core of Wind Mother essence mixed with Wind Demon Copper and over a thousand other celestial treasures—it was his ultimate weapon.

To enhance its power, he infused three million Heavenly Demons into this lower-grade Dao artifact; when activated, it unleashed both the Nine-Bone Xun Wind and three million Heavenly Demons in tandem, making it immensely powerful—but before he could even wield it, Fang Yu had already slain him.

One lower-grade Dao artifact added.

More than just one, because the Wuxiang Ancestor possessed another lower-grade Dao artifact.

From the Wuxiang Ancestor's flesh emerged a net—this net was also a lower-grade Dao artifact, brimming with boundless Yin Sha energy.

Fang Yu frowned upon seeing it, for the Jilianfa Sect used to forge this net was exceptionally cruel: it required ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine humans born in Yin years, Yin months, and Yin hours.

Clearly, to create this lower-grade Dao artifact, the Wuxiang Ancestor had directly slaughtered nearly one hundred thousand people.

Everyone here was a demon.

The eternal titans of the Chaotic Continent were demons among demons.

Fang Yu reflected that since entering the Dao Cultivation World, he had slain many cultivators—but he would never stoop to slaughtering one hundred thousand humans just to forge a single lower-grade Dao artifact.

He still had some moral boundaries in his cultivation.

Fang Yu continued examining the eternal titan's accumulations: besides the two lower-grade Dao artifacts, there was also an ancient warm jade inscribed with the Wuxiang True Scripture, containing numerous great and minor spiritual techniques—quite an impressive set of powers.

The Wuxiang Ancestor had reached the Longevity Secret Realm and become an eternal titan precisely because he obtained this Wuxiang True Scripture, proving its profound and formidable nature.

This scripture did not reach the level of the Three Thousand Great Dao, but for disciples of the Yuhua Sect, it was still valuable, containing five supreme techniques and sixty-five major techniques; in past times, offering this to the Yuhua Sect would have earned Fang Yu great rewards—but now, there seemed to be nothing he truly desired in return.

Finally, there were eight million Pure Yang Pills.

This eternal titan had cultivated for countless eons, amassed countless fortunes, and traded for centuries, accumulating a total of eight million Pure Yang Pills.

A considerable fortune indeed.

"Hmph, this Wuxiang Ancestor dared to bid against Senior Brother Yu and insult Sister Yaoguang—now all his wealth belongs to Senior Brother Yu."

Fang Han, standing nearby, also saw the Wuxiang Ancestor's wealth—eight million in total—and couldn't help but sigh.

"True. Now that I've slain this Wuxiang Ancestor, I can use his Pure Yang Pills to bid myself. Thirty thousand."

Fang Yu smiled and called out a bid of thirty thousand.

His bid was directed at the Wuxiang Ancestor's previous bid of twenty thousand.

His movement had been so swift—merely a ten-thousandth of a moment—that not a single person in the entire Feitian Treasure Tower had seen it.

Everyone still believed the Wuxiang Ancestor was alive, and no one knew that after his boastful words, he had been instantly slain by Fang Yu.

So Fang Yu continued bidding, calling out thirty thousand Pure Yang Pills.

"Thirty thousand Pure Yang Pills? He raised it by another ten thousand? Who is this guy? A noble brat from some major sect? Doesn't he know 'wealth must not be displayed' on the Chaotic Continent? Even disciples of the Wuji Star Palace wouldn't dare be so brazen."

"He just raised it by ten thousand—that's extravagance."

"A fragment of a Dao artifact, though precious, isn't worth thirty thousand Pure Yang Pills. This guy is really going all out for Yaoguang Zi."

"The Wuxiang Ancestor will give him a lesson he'll never forget! What kind of being is the Wuxiang Ancestor? An eternal titan! Who among those who've reached eternal titan status on the Chaotic Continent isn't ruthless? He'll surely kill that brat."

Many cultivators in the auction hall murmured among themselves, waiting for the Wuxiang Ancestor to bid again—but after a moment, he remained silent.

They waited longer still, but the Wuxiang Ancestor still didn't speak, as if outbid by Fang Yu's thirty thousand.

"Huh? What's going on? This isn't like the Wuxiang Ancestor. He's an eternal titan, wealthy and powerful—why won't he match the thirty thousand?"

"Match what? The Wuxiang Ancestor has already decided to kill that boy outright—so why bother bidding anymore? Whatever price the boy offers, the Dao artifact will still be his. Why waste more?"

"That's true. The Wuxiang Ancestor already sees the boy as his prey—including the boy's Pure Yang Pills. He wouldn't want his own wealth leaking out into the auction hall, even if he owns a share of it."

Some cultivators thought they understood the Wuxiang Ancestor's plan and began smirking.

Others ceased bidding entirely, and in the end, Fang Yu won the Dao artifact fragment for thirty thousand Pure Yang Pills.

Several Jin Dan experts respectfully delivered the fragment to him; once Fang Yu took it, he melted it instantly—the celestial crystal stone within turned to powder and merged into the Mingwang Axe of the Bafu Futo.

Moreover, the immense spiritual energy and residual arrays on it were also absorbed and transformed by the Mingwang Axe.

Fang Yu's current cultivation base is the Immortal Body realm—he can now forge mid-grade Dao artifacts, but elevating the Bafu Futo from lower-grade to mid-grade Dao artifact through his own power alone remains immensely difficult.

The Bafu Futo requires an extraordinary amount of celestial treasures to ascend from lower-grade to mid-grade Dao artifact.

Just now, the Mingwang Axe absorbed the celestial crystal powder, its entire form glowing brightly and gaining considerable power—but it still has a long way to go before reaching mid-grade Dao artifact status.