Chapter 843: My Immortal Body Doesn

The entire Shengcheng was going mad.

This time, Fang Yu selected stone material at the Dao Yi Sacred Ground; the first stone yielded a divine herb, the second a Dragon Pattern Black Gold, the third a Long Zhu, the fourth an Exalted Linglong, and the fifth produced a divine source.

This utterly surpassed everyone's expectations, and such an event was nearly unheard of in the entire history of Shengcheng.

This was truly a monumental occasion.

In past ages, if one had cracked open a single stone and unearthed any one of these treasures—be it a divine herb, a Dragon Pattern Black Gold sword, or a divine source—it would have shaken Shengcheng to its core; even one such treasure was enough to stun the Divine City.

Now, five such wonders appeared simultaneously.

Everyone's gaze toward Fang Yu was intensely eager, so eager it seemed as if they would melt him.

"Divine source, divine source—it is the most precious thing among sources, forged from the most primordial essence of heaven and earth, incredibly precious."

"Such a large divine source—it's priceless, priceless!"

"We are willing to pay a heavenly price! Fifty thousand catties of source, or sixty thousand catties of source—it's all fine!"

Representatives from all the sacred grounds now spoke up at once.

The divine source held immense significance for them—it could not be compared to ordinary source; theoretically, sixty thousand catties of source might buy this divine source, but in reality, the benefits of this divine source far surpassed those of ordinary source.

The divine source can seal a cultivator's vitality and slow the flow of their life force; just this one trait makes it incomparable to tens of thousands of catties of source.

"I could choose to sell this divine source—I'll entrust it to the Tianyao Treasure Pavilion for auction; whoever bids highest will win it."

Fang Yu, watching the crowd erupt around him, spoke up.

Source or divine source—neither mattered much to Fang Yu; after all, he possessed Pure Yang Pills, and ordinary energy meant little to him.

He preferred rare treasures and extraordinary marvels.

Exalted Linglong was excellent—excellent indeed—his greatest gain from cracking these stones; next came the Dragon Pattern Black Gold sword, which could contribute to forging an ultimate Dao artifact; as for divine herbs, they held little meaning for him.

He didn't lack lifespan; after attaining the Immortal Body realm in the Eternal Life Realm, his lifespan stretched to hundreds of thousands of years—more than he could ever use.

Gaining a few hundred, a few thousand, or even ten thousand extra years from a divine herb meant little.

If he could comprehend the Space Law and break through to the Cave Heaven realm, his lifespan would double again, adding another four or fifty thousand years.

In this age, breaking through a realm grants immense amounts of lifespan.

Divine herbs truly aren't important.

Of course, he wouldn't simply auction it off—he must trade the divine herb for other advantages.

"Excellent, thank you, Brother Fang. If you entrust this divine source to the Tianyao Treasure Pavilion for auction, we will ensure you receive a price that satisfies you."

Yao Yuekong, the young master of the Tianyao Treasure Pavilion, wore an expression of boundless joy; he immediately summoned attendants to receive and secure it on the spot.

Should it be lost or damaged, the Tianyao Palace would compensate eighty thousand catties of source.

This put Fang Yu at ease.

Of course, there was no real need to worry—the Tianyao Palace would never ruin its own reputation to steal; they handled countless rare treasures and would never commit such an act in broad daylight, or they would never be able to operate in Shengcheng again.

"Five treasures, auction one—leave the rest for a few days. I won't be leaving Shengcheng these days, and right now, I'm going to eat."

Seeing a crowd of elderly men still eager to auction the divine herb, Fang Yu spoke up.

"Yes, yes, it's time to eat—old man invites Young Master Fang to a feast, how about it?"

An elder spoke up.

"Brothers, I've reserved a banquet at Zui Xian Que—today we drink until we're drunk."

The Imperial Prince of Daxia spoke up.

"Today calls for celebration—let's young ones gather together."

Yao Yuekong laughed.

"Miaoyi, prepare a fine feast and raise wine in toast—Brother Fang, do you have time?"

A beautiful woman glided forward, smiling as she transmitted her voice.

She was a beautiful woman from Xu Yuan; throughout its history, every abbess of Xu Yuan had once shared a romantic connection with the era's supreme genius—and now, the current heir of Xu Yuan, An Miaoyi, had arrived and invited Fang Yu to dinner.

An Miaoyi was a famed beauty of the Eastern Wilderness; receiving her invitation was something countless men yearned for, and if word spread, it would fill Shengcheng with envy and jealousy.

Jiang Yifei, clad in spotless white robes like a jade tree in the wind, stepped forward and invited Fang Yu to the feast.

Nearby, several elders also directly extended olive branches to Fang Yu; they valued not only the treasures in his hands but also his source art.

This Fang Yu was simply terrifying—he selected five stones, and each yielded a celestial marvel; it was almost divine, something only the legendary Source Heaven Master could achieve.

Such a prodigy must be befriended.

"Let's go to Zui Xian Que."

With many invitations, Fang Yu chose the Imperial Prince of Daxia; he also treated Jiang Yifei of the Jiang Clan with courtesy and invited him to the feast.

This slightly violated banquet etiquette—who was the guest to invite others? But the Imperial Prince of Daxia, seeing it was Jiang Yifei, readily agreed.

The group departed directly from the Dao Yi Sacred Ground's stone yard and headed for Zui Xian Que.

This place was one of the Eight Immortal Restaurants of the Divine City, hovering midair, filled with jade pavilions and crystal towers, every brick and tile of its palaces carved from jade, magnificent and grand, like a dreamland.

White mist curled around, the palace complex resting among the clouds, its beams painted and carved, Jin Bihuihuang, as if one had entered the ancient Heavenly Court.

The group ascended into the air, stepping onto Zui Xian Que; looking down, mist obscured the view, as if they had truly reached the Immortal Realm.

"Heaven above, does any immortal truly exist?"

The Imperial Prince of Daxia, moved by emotion, recited aloud.

"There must be immortals."

Fang Yu smiled and spoke.

He stepped forward, one step at a time; many spirit birds and rare beasts fluttered through the mist.

Between the towering palaces, sixteen young maidens flew down from the air, bowing respectfully and guiding them forward.

Zui Xian Que was extremely refined, as if it had endured countless lifetimes, bearing the marks of time, everywhere steeped in the weight of antiquity.

"Esteemed guests, this way, please."