Chapter 809

If such a thing happened in Flying Sky City on the Chaotic Continent, then the moment this stall owner left Flying Sky City, he would become one of the split souls inside the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner.

Of course, here, it is still permitted.

"A willing fight, a willing suffer—that's the rule here. Sometimes, good stuff really does come out of it."

The Green-Clothed Little Jiao King was a little embarrassed, but he still began to explain.

Fang Yu nodded.

Along the way passing through these places, there were indeed a few small curiosities—for instance, a few fist-sized stones, bright red as blood. The stall owner said these three stones had been soaked in the blood of a great power, and in fact, that was really the case.

Ye Fan made his move, spending ten jin of source here.

As for Fang Yu, he couldn't be bothered with any of these things.

The group walked past these stall areas, gradually arriving at the depths of the world opened up by the ancient sages. The Green Jiao King's cave abode was located in these depths of the ancient sages.

It was a giant mountain, towering into the clouds, with jade pavilions atop its peak.

Stepping up the mountain, they arrived before a massive palace. At the entrance were many old demons; some of them clearly had their lifespan nearing its end, aged beyond recognition, wrinkles piling up endlessly, snow-white eyebrows half a chi long.

As for the tops of their heads, they were completely bald, not a single hair.

Some of these old demons were sweeping the floor, some planting flowers, some playing chess, like old men in their twilight years, slowly whiling away the time.

Yet no one looked down on these elders—they were all old subordinates of the Green Jiao King. Although their lifespan was nearing its end, their strength was terrifying; if they truly flew into a rage, they could still sweep aside the younger generation.

"Green-Cloth, Princess, you've come."

An old demon guarding the gate saw the arrival of the Green-Clothed Little Jiao King and Yan Ruyu's group, a kindly expression appearing on his face. Then his gaze turned to Fang Yu and Ye Fan, pausing slightly for a moment.

"Uncle Li, these are a few friends of mine."

A look of respect appeared on the Green-Clothed Little Jiao King's face.

"Go on in. You young people, it's good to have a few friends."

The old demon addressed as Uncle Li by the Green-Clothed Little Jiao King opened the great gate.

Instantly, a tide of spiritual energy surged out, the inside flashing with radiance, dazzling to the point that one couldn't open one's eyes.

When they walked inside, the white jade gate behind them rumbled shut with a boom, but the cave abode was not dark—instead, it was bright as day.

"So many treasures?"

Pang Bo's eyes flickered as he looked at the space ahead. Everywhere were heavy treasures: a golden holy sword, with myriads of sword qi, gleaming golden, suspended in the void, containing terrifying killing intent.

There was also a long spear, emitting terrifying blood-light, exceedingly bewitching and sharp, divine power flowing within the void, as though merely activating it could slay an enemy and devour the opponent's fresh blood.

There was also a purple-bronze divine bell, blooming with divine radiance, purple mist swirling around it as the bell's chime rang out melodiously, as though heavenly music were being transmitted from a distant time and space.

There was also a coiled-dragon precious cauldron, ancient and grand, covered in countless veins, profound and unfathomable, filled with mysterious power, suppressing the void.

Here were treasure after treasure, weapon after weapon, all rare and precious items.

Fang Yu's divine sense swept over them, and he too felt that the Green Jiao King's collection was indeed quite good. Although they certainly hadn't reached the level of Dao weapons, they were fine magic treasures even in the Eternal Life Realm.

Some were comparable to superior-grade magic treasures, some rivaling ultimate-grade magic treasures, but none could match a low-grade Dao weapon.

In the Eternal Life Realm, the gap between Dao weapons and magic treasures was simply far, far too great. A low-grade Dao weapon driven at full power was equivalent to an Eternal Sovereign of the Wan Shou realm. Although the Green Jiao King's treasures were good, they could not possibly reach the level of an Eternal Sovereign.

Therefore, at most they reached the level of ultimate-grade magic treasures.

These treasures nearly dazzled Ye Fan and Pang Bo's eyes. Tu Fei couldn't help but be shocked again and again, wanting to obtain one or two heavy treasures to take out and use.

The Green-Clothed Little Jiao King glanced at Fang Yu, only to see this Brother Fang Yu clicking his tongue in praise, yet without any greed, as though it were merely appreciation.

He knew that this Brother Fang's strength was indeed extremely powerful, having reached a stage where he regarded these magic treasures as nothing.

"This is real Blood Dragon Wood, not the fake stuff from the street stalls."

Not far away, Tu Fei spotted a withered log that looked like a true dragon, entirely crimson, crystalline and radiant, shaped like a dragon.

This was an excellent medicinal ingredient that could be used to refine elixirs, adding several decades of lifespan, and it had other wondrous uses as well.

"That jade disc seals within it a stalk of Divine Phoenix Grass."

Ye Fan's gaze turned to a white jade disc not far away, and he exclaimed in admiration.

Within that white jade disc was a stalk of Divine Phoenix Grass, incomparably gorgeous, light-rays shooting out, faintly forming the shape of a phoenix.

This too was a rare treasure, suitable for refining medicine, and of extremely high value.

There was also a Jiao Dragon Pearl, another rare wonder of the world.

Besides these, there was also Scarlet Refined Copper Essence, Five-Colored Ancient Vine, Star Meteorite Iron… all manner of materials, everything one could want, making one wish one could grab them all into one's hands.

This was a massive treasure vault.

Yet Fang Yu's expression remained unmoved.

After all, only Dao weapons now, or materials that could refine Dao weapons, would cause him to pay a little attention. As for things like Jiao Dragon Pearls, they were only heaven-and-earth rarities here. Within his Eight Divisions Floating Pagoda, the eight true-dragon qi could casually soak into a single pearl and transform it into a true dragon pearl.

The same went for Blood Dragon Wood—these rare treasures, he could mass-produce them all.

Possessing the Eight Divisions Floating Pagoda, possessing the Great Five Elements Art, many rare treasures could be mass-produced by him.

Fang Yu stepped forward directly, heading toward the deepest part of the treasure vault, where he saw an ice-cold corpse.

This corpse, though its flesh and blood had already dried up, had not rotted away, clinging tightly to the bones.

"The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body…