Chapter 860

"I heard you got a lot of good stuff from the stone yard at Dao Yi Sacred Ground, but before our Source Art clan, it's all nothing."

"If you've got guts, pick a place and bet with us; if you don't, never dare set foot in a stone yard again—we'll drain you dry!"

Several young men, upon seeing Fang Yu, seemed deeply displeased, their words brimming with provocation.

"What kind of trash are you?"

Pang Bo immediately flew into a rage. "What's all this noisy blabbering? What kind of dog are you, disturbing our drinking?"

"Boy, how dare you speak to my elder brother like that? You're clearly tired of living."

Tu Fei's gaze turned icy.

Fang Yu's expression remained calm: "If you want to compete, fine—prepare two million catties of source first. Otherwise, paupers like you have no right to even speak."

"What? Two million catties of source?"

All the young men turned pale with shock—two million catties of source was an astronomical sum, more than they could amass in a hundred lifetimes.

"Is Fang Yu going to bet with someone? A legendary wager of two million catties of source?"

Many noble guests in the palace halls were startled—two million catties of source was truly shocking.

"What a grand move!"

In other palace halls, elder figures who heard the commotion all exclaimed in awe.

"Is Brother Fang about to act again? I wonder which sacred ground's stone yard he'll visit next—no doubt even they'll get headaches hearing about it."

A light laugh came, and An Miaoyi, the peerless woman of Miao Yu An, appeared—she was also here at the Illusory Feast Hall.

"If Brother Fang is going to challenge the Source Art clans, I'm very interested."

Xiang Yifei, the Holy Son of Da Yan Sacred Ground, was also here, now walking over with a smile.

"I'd like to see it too."

The Holy Daughter of Dao Yi Sacred Ground, the young nun, walked over and spoke to Fang Yu.

Everyone turned to look at the young nun of Dao Yi Sacred Ground, finding it intriguing—last time, Fang Yu broke open stones in Dao Yi's stone yard and caused them great financial loss, yet now that she had come, her expression remained as still as a deep well.

"If Brother Fang is going to gamble on stones, I'd like to witness it too."

The Holy Daughter of Zi Fu Sacred Ground, the Immortal Zi Xia, arrived—her body perpetually existed in a state of ethereal emptiness, forever in harmony with the Dao.

"So if you're going to bet, prepare two million catties of source. If you're broke, get out. Don't disturb our drinking."

As more Holy Sons and Holy Daughters arrived, Fang Yu's gaze turned coolly toward the few Source Art clan youths who had come to provoke him and spoke.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The Source Art clan youths sneered a few times, said nothing more, and stormed off in fury.

"Let's drink."

Fang Yu sat in the palace hall, drinking with the others.

His gaze, however, lingered on the departing Source Art clan youths, feeling something strange.

He not only cultivated Source Art but also mastered countless divine arts, standing at the top among his generation—but how dare these fools come to provoke him? He need only unleash one Great Dao technique—not even something like Great Chaos Art, just Great Curse Art—and they'd die instantly.

Where did these youths get such audacity?

Even he found it strange.

His spiritual sense passed directly through the departing Source Art clan disciples and saw them arrive at another palace hall, where several old men sat—eyes dim and clouded, yet glowing with inner divine radiance, their fingers completely turned a pale gold.

This was the Golden Touch Hand.

The Source Heaven Book recorded that only those who reached an extremely high realm in Source Art could cultivate this hand.

Clearly, these old men were the power behind these youths, aiming to provoke him into a duel.

Then let it come.

"This matter should be handled by Ye Fan."

Amid the clinking of cups and goblets, Fang Yu whispered to Ye Fan.

"They chose Brother Fang—I'm still unknown in Source Art."

Ye Fan smiled.

When the banquet ended, word spread that someone was willing to wager two million catties of source—immediately shaking the Divine City.

Elder figures from ancient Source Art clans emerged to face off against the young Source Art prodigy—this was an astonishingly grand wager, unprecedented in thousands of years; just imagining it made people gasp.

The news didn't just cause massive uproar in the Divine City—it sent shockwaves through all the sacred grounds.

Even the sacred grounds of the Northern Region could not remain calm.

The Ancient Jiang Clan, located some twenty thousand li from the Divine City, was a very short distance compared to the boundless Northern Region.

This region held many nations, large and small, most of which revered Emperor Hengyu as their deity.

Emperor Hengyu was a supreme emperor who emerged from the Jiang Clan. More precisely, Emperor Hengyu founded the immortal Jiang Clan.

The Jiang Clan, in the hearts of the Northern Region, stood like a divine race—unshakable, supreme.

At this moment, in the oldest region of the Jiang Clan, a being opened its eyes and gazed toward the Divine City.

"It's been some time—I didn't realize Fang Yu's cultivation base had reached this level. I should go out and take a walk."

On this day, the Jiang Clan's Divine King emerged.