Chapter 867: Can My Curse Harm Me?

The source-art master Nangong Qi of the Yuanshu Sect was suddenly found dead on the ground, his entire body covered in red hair.

This sight immediately shocked everyone's spirits, and the other three Yuanshu Sect masters, seeing Nangong Qi's crimson-furred body, turned pale with utter disbelief.

"Curse—this is the Yuanshu curse! Why has such a curse befallen Brother Nangong? It shouldn't be like this!"

"Red hair, red hair, red hair has appeared again…"

Another Yuanshu master felt unprecedented terror; his body trembled, utterly paralyzed by fear.

"The Yuanshu curse was bound to come someday, but not now! I don't believe it!"

The face of another Yuanshu master was also filled with dread, as if he had witnessed something unimaginable—he screamed wildly, trying to flee the scene.

But the moment he finished speaking, red hair sprouted across his body, rapidly filling every inch of his flesh and organs—in his mouth, inside his viscera—all suffused with an eerie, unnatural aura.

"No!"

"No!"

"Ahh!"

At that moment, the remaining three Yuanshu masters were entirely covered in red hair, lifeless.

Around Fang Yu's body, red hair also began to grow.

"A mere curse—what can it do to me? Do you think I'm one of those worthless Yuanshu masters?"

Fang Yu's face turned cold; rolling chaos energy surged forth, instantly obliterating the red hair surrounding him.

At that moment, his entire body was wreathed in surging chaos energy; he stood there like a supreme deity.

The rolling chaos energy flowed with Great Chaos Divine Thunder and Great Chaos Vortices—terrible killing arts that could erase all things at will.

At this moment, even Chi Long the old Taoist and the Great Xia Imperial Uncle felt subtle shifts in their expressions.

"I didn't realize your cultivation base had reached this level—you're no longer a 'young friend,' but a 'fellow Daoist.'"

The Great Xia Imperial Uncle was encircled by nine dragon energies, a primordial dragon's head hovering above his crown; his eyes now glowed with piercing light, finally sensing Fang Yu's anomaly.

Originally, Fang Yu had merely appeared as the young generation's supreme genius—no matter how extraordinary a youth might be, to a Saint Lord like him, they were still just youths. But just now, he felt the terror in this one: the surging Great Chaos Divine Thunder sent chills through him.

If that rolling chaos thunder flowed into his own body, he might not be able to withstand it.

"Indeed, I underestimated you, Fellow Daoist."

Chi Long the old Taoist also spoke.

This ancient cultivator, who had trained for thousands of years, gazed at Fang Yu and felt a tinge of dread.

It was a sensation of mortal threat—even to him.

This struck him as absurd: he had survived the Sacred Cliff—how could he die in Fang Yu's hands? Did he possess some terrifying trump card, hiding a Supreme Emperor Artifact within his body?

All these powerful beings now recognized Fang Yu's terror, yet Fang Yu remained calm, as if he had long anticipated their reactions.

He had just revealed his aura precisely so he could depart peacefully later.

Now was no longer the time to conceal his strength.

Otherwise, when he left, he'd have to slaughter them all—though he didn't care, the pressure would fall directly on the Xuanmenzhang Sect's Supreme Patriarch.

Xuanmenzhang Sect's Supreme Patriarch: Fang Yu is slaughtering wildly in the Northern Region, and now I'm about to be slaughtered by others.

So Fang Yu revealed a fraction of his power—his aura was enough to make ordinary Saint Lords hesitate and dare not strike at him lightly.

Thus, fewer battles would occur.

The Xuanmenzhang Sect's Supreme Patriarch, upon hearing this, would surely be deeply grateful to him.

"What happened? What's going on? Why did all four Yuanshu masters die, their bodies covered in red hair?"

"Just now, Fang Yu cut open this girl, the Divine Maiden—why did the four masters die instantly? And why did Fang Yu himself suffer some kind of corruption? What's truly happening?"

"We've long heard that Yuanshu experts frequently venture into ancient mines to extract divine sources, angering ancient entities within. It's said that in heaven and earth dwell Source Gods and Source Ghosts, specifically hunting down Yuanshu experts—could it have been them who struck just now?"

"Ahh, this is too unbelievable—I'll never seek Yuanshu again. I'll just cultivate. The cultivation path rarely encounters the uncanny."

Many young cultivators felt a chill run down their spines; even the elders of major holy sects sensed the situation was dire.

All four Yuanshu masters had died in an instant, slain by red hair—this shocked everyone.

Some elders recalled ancient legends, remembering the fate of the Source Heaven Masters: even such beings met misfortune in old age; it was said they too died with red hair sprouting.

At this thought, everyone's hearts calmed.

"How do we judge this contest now? I've won twice out of three odd stones—I've won this contest. The divine source Nangong Qi unearthed is mine."

At that moment, Fang Yu's voice rang out—he reached out with a single hand and seized the divine source Nangong Qi had unearthed. The human-head-sized divine source remained pure, untouched by red hair, still clean, still sacred.

Simultaneously, Fang Yu gestured again, drawing toward him another unopened stone from Nangong Qi.

Now he possessed two unopened stones.

One was Nangong Qi's unopened Wind Hole Stone; the other was Fang Yu's own unopened Immortal Grave Stone.

He had claimed Nangong Qi's unearthed divine source, but showed zero interest in the Ancient Royal Skull Nangong Qi had revealed.

"This… Fang Yu has indeed won."

"Fang Yu's first stone, the Qilin Seed, was worth far more than that human-head-sized divine source. Though Nangong Qi's second stone revealed an Ancient Royal Skull, Fang Yu's second stone contained a complete Divine Maiden—her value dwarfs the Ancient Royal Skull by an incalculable margin."

"Yes, look at that Divine Maiden—perfectly preserved, surely an Ancient Royal. If we could uncover her secrets, every holy sect would profit immensely."

Everyone's hearts were flooded with shock, unsure which revelation to be most astonished by.

They were stunned that all four Yuanshu masters had died instantly, stunned that Fang Yu had revealed Saint Lord-level power and was addressed as "Fellow Daoist" by Chi Long and the Great Xia Imperial Uncle, and stunned that Fang Yu had unearthed a complete Ancient Royal and a Divine Maiden.

She was an unparalleled Divine Maiden, her appearance still youthful, seemingly no older than sixteen or seventeen.

But that wasn't necessarily her true age—perhaps she had long cultivated to the Ancient Royal realm, her beauty eternally preserved.

"The Ancient Royal seems pierced through by an ultimate evil weapon!"

Someone finally saw the full picture: it wasn't that the Ancient Royal Queen held the ultimate divine spear—rather, the divine spear had pierced her chest, pinning her in place.

The purple-haired girl was sealed within a two-meter-tall divine source, motionless, an ultimate divine spear piercing through the source and her heart.

In other words, this Ancient Royal had been slain by another Royal.

Someone immediately guessed this involved the ancient-era Wang Zu great war, but the world was far too distant; even the various great holy lands had not waged war against the races of the primordial era, because an entire age separated them, a vacuum period in between.

"The primordial era — what era was it exactly?"

"A Wang who could make heaven and earth tremble was actually killed!"

"In that era, whose world was it — which Huang, which Di?"

Everyone was extremely curious; even the Great Xia Imperial Uncle, an existence at the great-power level, was extremely curious.

None of them had imagined that things would turn out this way.

This corpse of a primordial Wang Zu maiden was absolutely a priceless treasure; only, no one offered a price right away.

"Nangong Qi is dead, but he left me a piece of Wind Cave Stone — I'll cut it open first."

Fang Yu spoke again.

He directly wrapped the Wind Cave Stone in the Grand Chaos Qi, and soon what was inside appeared.

It was still a piece of Divine Source, dazzlingly radiant.

"Ancient Worm Divine Source!"

"That's right, it's the rare-world spirit medicine, the Ancient Worm Divine Source!"

The crowd was shocked once more.

Within the fist-sized Divine Source, there were over forty small worms, each one Jin Cancan, radiating divine brilliance.

"These ancient worms feed exclusively on source, can spit out source essence, and can be used to refine all kinds of ancient pills!"

The older generation was all stirred to the depths of their hearts.

Ancient pills refer to ancient pill formulas that possess wondrous effects but whose medicinal ingredients are extremely hard to gather in full; many of the ingredients have already gone extinct.

But with these ancient worms, one only needs to let them eat Divine Source and they will spit out source essence, which can almost substitute for the ingredients required by various ancient pill formulas — among spirit objects, it is the rarest treasure beneath divine medicines.

The function of these ancient worms is rather similar to the Treasure Qi of the Eternal Life Realm, quite alike.

"These several dozen Ancient Worm Kings are worth a full six hundred thousand jin of pure source."

A Supreme Elder of a holy land said so.

The crowd was in an uproar. Nangong Qi was indeed worthy of being a Yuanshu Sect Master; even in death, the strange stones he had chosen still yielded an Ancient Worm Divine Source worth six hundred thousand jin.

Fang Yu directly packed this Ancient Worm Divine Source away, and immediately some killing intent faintly appeared, then vanished in an instant.

Fang Yu's expression shifted into a smile. Don't think that just because your killing intent vanished in an instant and left him, he couldn't sense it — he cultivated the Grand Slaughter Art of the Three Thousand Great Daos, and was extremely sensitive to killing intent.