Chapter 846

Especially the rare stone materials from major holy sites, one jin of stone is worth more than one jin of yuan, some even valued at a thousand jin of yuan; if no treasure is found within the stone, the loss is far too great—ordinary holy site Elders cannot afford it.

Thus, whether the Great Xia Imperial Prince or Yao Yuekong, all these young elites sought to obtain a few techniques from Fang Yu, hoping to gain an advantage in future stone-observing and reap benefits.

Yet they never imagined Fang Yu claimed he was merely observing qi.

This seemed like an evasion…

But no one dared say such a thing to Fang Yu.

The Young Master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, Yao Yuekong, laughed: "Brother Fang actually observes yuan through the method of observing qi—truly extraordinary. Ordinary yuan artisans must look, touch, and scrutinize meticulously, employing countless methods, yet still cannot determine anything; even a master from a yuan-artisan family carefully examined the nine-orifice stone man you chose, spent half a day, and ultimately gave up."

"Brother Fang, observing yuan through the method of observing qi—could you elaborate slightly? I hold you in the highest admiration."

The Great Xia Imperial Prince also spoke up.

Beside him, the white-robed young nun stared with wide, curious eyes.

"It's not difficult. All living beings possess qi and fate; qi and fate are intertwined, forming 'qi-fate' or 'fate-qi.' Even stones have qi-fate and fortune. I observed the nine-orifice stone man—its killing qi surged to the heavens, its resentment qi surged to the heavens; clearly, it contains a treasure within."

Fang Yu smiled, gestured with his hand, and the dragon-patterned black gold sword flowed in his grasp.

This divine weapon, interwoven with Dao and principle, incredibly resilient and sharp, flowed through Fang Yu's hand, causing everyone's eyes to flicker with awe.

Though the palace now exuded harmony, if Brother Fang activated the dragon-patterned black gold sword, they all felt they could not withstand it.

The dragon-patterned black gold sword, interwoven with Dao and principle, shatters all things, supremely sharp, unstoppable; though they had cultivated numerous wondrous arts and possessed many magic treasures, almost none could resist this sword.

A supreme treasure—indeed, a supreme treasure.

Even if only a few inches long, in Brother Fang's hands, it had become an unparalleled supreme treasure, capable of easily slaying young cultivators.

"Observing qi, qi-fate, fortune—Brother Fang can perceive the killing qi and resentment qi within the nine-orifice stone man? This is simply unbelievable."

Yao Yuekong marveled endlessly.

Though he had heard Brother Fang's method, he could not use it—he himself had examined it closely and seen nothing.

All living beings in the world possess fate and qi, yet how many can perceive them?

"Brother Fang's profound understanding of qi-fate is truly admirable."

The Great Xia Imperial Prince also expressed great admiration; he cultivated the Supreme Emperor Scripture and had cultivated the Nine Dragon Imperial Qi, which could easily manifest visible form—but other forms of qi, he could not see.

Brother Fang could see them—clearly, his comprehension of the Great Dao far surpassed his own.

Could this be the mystery of the Chaos Body?

All present fell into thought, the atmosphere growing slightly heavy, when Tu Fei spoke: "Imperial Prince, your Great Xia Dynasty has always stationed royal guards in the Holy City—I've heard a rumor, I wonder if it's true?"

Yao Yuekong also spoke: "I've heard it too—Brother Xia, could you clarify for us?"

The Great Xia Imperial Prince smiled faintly: "The rumor you heard must be that our ancestral family unearthed a heavenly scripture from cutting yuan, enabling our unstoppable rise and founding the Great Xia Dynasty? That is false. The Supreme Emperor Scripture was created by our ancestor, Supreme Emperor, representing an ultimate achievement!"

When people spoke of the Supreme Emperor Scripture, this scripture was one of the Four Great Marvelous Books of the Central Region, unmatched in offensive power, and was widely regarded as the strongest in the world.

The only technique that could rival the Supreme Emperor Scripture was the Dou Zi Mi, one of the Nine Secrets; yet these two supreme offensive arts had never truly clashed, and all wished to know which was stronger—unfortunately, no one had ever seen it.

Yet rumors circulated that the Supreme Emperor Scripture was unearthed by Great Xia people from yuan—but today, the Great Xia Imperial Prince himself refuted it.

Supreme Emperor of Great Xia was a legend, nearly divine; some said he could reverse-cultivate and slay immortals, his offensive power making the entire world tremble, peerless—when his Imperial Dragon Qi emerged, none in the world could challenge him.

Ancient Emperors were invincible; Supreme Emperor's name left an indelible, glorious mark in ancient history.

"Supreme Emperor Scripture, Imperial Dragon Qi."

Fang Yu murmured softly; he too wished to see the Supreme Emperor Scripture and had many wondrous arts to exchange—but he doubted the Great Xia Imperial Prince would dare trade his ancestral Supreme Emperor Scripture with him.

A perfectly ordinary imperial prince, not staying in his Central Region to be crown heir, wandering daily in the Holy City of the Eastern Wilderness's Northern Region—this suggested something.

"Yet the yuan stone trade truly holds many precious things. Brother Fang's unearthed Exalted Linglong—if born in the Immortal Realm—would likely be an immortal scripture."

Yao Yuekong said.

"I suppose Brother Fang will not auction the dragon-patterned black gold sword—this sacred artifact is clearly beyond our reach. But would you sell me the Long Zhu? I will offer you a satisfactory price."

The Great Xia Imperial Prince spoke earnestly.

He cultivated the Supreme Emperor Scripture and had cultivated the Nine Dragon Imperial Qi; if he obtained the Long Zhu, it would greatly benefit his cultivation base.

Fang Yu flipped his hand—the dragon-patterned black gold vanished, the Long Zhu appeared; the instant this rare treasure emerged, dragon qi surged through the air, radiant and brilliant.

"This Long Zhu holds little value for me, but I can awaken its potential—let it accompany me for a while; perhaps later, I can sell you a true dragon."

Fang Yu toyed with the Long Zhu in his hand.

"What? A true dragon?"

"Brother Fang can actually make this Long Zhu transform into a true dragon?"

Both Yao Yuekong and the Great Xia Imperial Prince were stunned, barely able to believe it.

If it were merely a Long Zhu, its value was modest—at most several tens of thousands of jin of yuan—but if it hatched into a true dragon, its value could no longer be measured in tens, hundreds, or even millions of jin of yuan—it was priceless.

No true dragons existed in this world; the most one could find were jiaolongs—the famed Green Jiaolong King was a jiaolong who had cultivated upward. If a family truly possessed a true dragon, its growth could protect the family for ten thousand years.

All were astonished; only the white-robed man Jiang Yifei showed no surprise—he seemed to know some secret.

"If Brother Fang truly hatches this Long Zhu into a true dragon, my Great Xia Dynasty will pay any price to acquire it."

The Great Xia Imperial Prince spoke earnestly, his expression excited.

"Of course."

Fang Yu nodded.

True dragons, celestial dragons, and such things did not exist in this world—but in the Eternal Life Realm, they were plentiful; bringing this Long Zhu back and hatching it into a true dragon posed no problem.

"Brother Fang always brings us surprises."

Yao Yuekong praised endlessly.

All present agreed.

Indeed, this Brother Fang always brought surprises; being friends with him was a tremendous blessing, but being his enemy would be unbearable.

Speaking of Fang Yu's enemies, everyone brought up the Ancient Hu Clan, the Yao Guang Holy Site, and Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was an Ancient Holy Body with the Xuan Huang Mother Qi root—this was hardly a secret anymore, yet he still happily attended this banquet.

"Ye Brother is a Primal Sacred Body; this constitution was once invincible, but in this era, it demands too many resources. In ancient times, the Great Expansion Holy Sect and the Ten Thousand Initial Holy Sect both cultivated Primal Sacred Bodies, spending a million catties of Source to elevate them to the Fifth Layer of the Dao Palace."

Yao Yuekong, as the young master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, proved himself a walking treasury of knowledge, well-versed in the ancient histories of the Eastern Wilderness and even the entire world.

"A million catties of Source was indeed a bottomless pit, but if Ye Brother observes Source and uncovers a few Divine Sources, exchanging them for a million catties of Source won't be difficult."

The Imperial Prince of Xia gazed at Ye Fan. "The Sacred Body's fame once echoed across the world. I truly look forward to the day you shatter the curse and ascend to the Four Extremities Secret Realm."

Ye Fan's expression remained calm. "I will strive."

He had also cultivated the Source Heaven Book, but the journey to the Dao Yi Holy Sect was Fang Brother's domain; now he too must carefully observe Source and acquire some rare treasures.

He would not rely on Fang Brother. Though Fang Brother's strength could easily protect him, he still needed to hold firm to the belief in his own growth.

Without Fang Brother, could he have entered the Drunken Immortal Pavilion today? He is now at the Fourth Layer of the Dao Palace, while both the Heavenly Demon Palace's young master and the Imperial Prince of Xia have reached the Four Extremities—perhaps they wouldn't even have invited him here.

One must possess one's own value and strength to earn respect.

So Ye Fan sat quietly, drinking and dining, and when the feast ended, he too would seek out stone materials.

The group exchanged cups, drank, and feasted merrily—but just as the banquet neared its end, "Dong…"

A bell rang, echoing through heaven and earth; everyone was stunned.

"What is that sound?!"

The entire Shengcheng City was shaken; the sound of the great bronze bell reverberated throughout the Divine City.

"Someone has crossed the void and arrived atop the Primal Ancient Altar in Shengcheng—only the Holy Masters of major sects possess such authority."

Jiang Yifei's expression changed slightly.

"What's happened?!"

The faces of the young people present also changed.

Fang Yu was not particularly surprised.

The bell's sound—that was the Wushou Bell of Zishan ringing; its residual waves had traveled with the Holy Master who crossed the void to reach Shengcheng.

Outside, chaos had erupted.

Shengcheng had existed since ancient times; many great forces in the Eastern Wilderness sought to claim it, but it was impossible, for there was only one Shengcheng—so the great forces jointly held power over the city.

The Primal Ancient Altar stood at the city's center, floating in the void, its surface inscribed with countless Dao patterns, dense and intricate, so mysterious even the Holy Masters of the major sects could not comprehend them.

Yet this altar was extraordinarily wondrous: upon it lay nine Stone Tokens. Whoever possessed a Stone Token could, wherever they traveled, activate it to instantly cross the void and arrive at the Divine City's central Celestial Palace.

This was a startling discovery: once, an elder Holy Master had journeyed far to the Central Region, activated his Stone Token with divine power, and was instantly transported back.

Of course, there was a cost: if an ordinary person attempted it, their divine power would be completely drained, and they would die.

Even so, the Stone Tokens revealed their immense power; the nine tokens were divided among the Holy Sects and Primal Ancient Clans, and some sects, failing to obtain one, nearly sparked an epic war.

To this day, the Stone Tokens remain in the hands of the Holy Masters, who may freely travel and return to the Divine City at will.

Today, the Primal Ancient Altar trembled, unleashing boundless spatial energy, and seven or eight figures simultaneously appeared.

These were the Holy Masters of the major sects and the patriarchs of the Primal Ancient Clans; upon their arrival, they released from their sleeves countless shadowy figures—too numerous to count.