Blood Sun knew very well that Fang Han's cultivation was still shallow. Even if the kid had stumbled into some miraculous encounter, he could never compare with the first true disciple of the Blood Shadow Demon Sect. Their foundations were worlds apart. Since it wasn't convenient to fight Fang Han here and now, publicly embarrassing him in front of the Linglong Blessed Land's female disciples would be the next best thing.
But Fang Han didn't even blink. He simply listened, calm as still water. Only after Blood Sun finished speaking did he shake his head—slowly, almost lazily—like a nobleman looking at a gaudy, nouveau-riche merchant showing off cheap trinkets.
"Blood Sun, all you're giving are a few low-grade treasures?" Fang Han said with a laugh. "That's far too stingy. Is this really the standard of the Blood Shadow Demon Sect's top disciple? Honestly, you're making me feel embarrassed for you."
Then he turned to the female disciples behind him. "I've always been generous. Since fate brought us together today, I'll give you something as well. Blood Sun's little trinkets might impress novices, but they'll crumble in front of real experts. Let me gift you something useful—items strong enough that unless you run into someone at the Fifth Realm, the Heaven–Man level, you'll be able to protect yourselves."
With a casual sweep of his hand, more than a hundred treasures burst into the air around him. Each one radiated a power that dwarfed everything Blood Sun had just handed out—by a hundredfold.
The flying swords gleamed like frost and cold autumn water, their blades twisting like living dragons. Some pulsed with killing intent so intense that the white metal qi they shed forced the nearby disciples to squint. A few treasures strained against Fang Han's control as though wanting to shoot into the sky.
"Upper-grade treasures!"
The Linglong disciples gasped aloud. Though they were only at the body-refinement stage, living in a major sect meant they'd seen and heard enough to recognize quality at a glance.
Every single artifact Fang Han released was upper-grade.
Even many Divine Ability cultivators—First Realm, Second Realm, even Fourth Realm—might never gain possession of such a treasure.
Some people only managed to obtain one after reaching the Fifth Realm—the Heaven–Man level, the realm of "true experts."
Upper-grade treasures were not things body-refinement disciples could even dream of owning.
"These? They're just toys," Fang Han said casually. "Better than Blood Sun's by a factor of ten, but nothing special to me. Sisters, go ahead and pick one each."
The female disciples stared at him in disbelief.
"Y-you're really letting us choose? These are upper-grade treasures…"
"Of course," Fang Han replied. "I never go back on my word. These things are like dust to me. Pick whichever you like."
"Yes—go ahead and choose," a voice called.
Several women descended from the upper levels of the Sumeru Golden Peak—elegant, composed, each radiating the aura of a Divine Ability cultivator.
And not merely Divine Ability—they were Fifth Realm experts. Heaven–Man level. True "goddesses" of the sect.
"Senior Sister Feng, Senior Sister Yue, Senior Sister Shan…"
The surrounding disciples immediately bowed.
The explosion of treasure-qi had drawn them over.
"You can accept them," the three senior sisters said. "Anything Fang Han gifts will be extraordinary."
The junior disciples brightened instantly.
"I want that golden sword with the dragon engravings—Dragon-Mark Sword!"
"I want that bracelet—the starry one! A stellar artifact! With this, I can finally explore dangerous zones!"
"That alchemy furnace—upper-grade! It's mine. If you need pills refined, come find me!"
"I want the furnace too!"
"Let's share the furnace and pick other treasures!"
They chirped excitedly like a flock of sparrows. Who wouldn't be thrilled? A windfall like this happened once in a millennium—if ever. Even Golden Core masters needed decades to refine an upper-grade treasure.
Here? They just had to reach out and pick one.
Soon, each girl had chosen her favorite treasure.
Fang Han turned leisurely toward Blood Sun.
"Well? Brother Blood Sun? If you want to choose one too, I don't mind."
Blood Sun's face was turning a darker shade of red with every passing breath. The female disciples behind him looked ready to kneel and beg to choose from Fang Han's treasures.
Fang Han's gifts made Blood Sun's offerings look like scrap metal.
Blood Sun had a hundred low-grade treasures. Fang Han had one upper-grade treasure that was worth more than his entire collection.
"Hmph! Impressive display… very impressive." Blood Sun's voice trembled. He had never imagined Fang Han would unload a mountain of upper-grade treasures just to slap him in the face.
"Are you sure you haven't emptied your entire vault?" he sneered.
"Emptied?" Fang Han laughed. "You think that's my full collection?"
He raised his hand.
Three swords shot into the air—purple, majestic, radiating imperial might. The violet qi coiled together, forming three faint stars resembling the celestial Ziwei constellation.
Absolute-grade treasures.
The female Heaven–Man cultivators inhaled sharply.
"These three swords form a set," Fang Han said. "Take one each. Your cultivation level deserves absolute-grade treasures."
He pointed lightly, and the swords flew to the three stunned women.
They accepted them in silence—too shocked even to offer polite words.
Everyone stared at Fang Han as though he were a walking vault.
The wealth he took from the Seven God-Kings was finally being put to use. Seven thousand low and mid-grade treasures. Three thousand upper-grade ones. A thousand top-grade treasures. Sixty-four absolute-grade treasures.
Not even ancient titans of the Longevity Realm could compete with that inventory.
"Blood Sun," Fang Han said with a cold smile. "As the Blood Shadow Sect's top disciple, giving low-grade treasures as meeting gifts is far too embarrassing. The three senior sisters here are Heaven–Man experts. Surely you're not planning to insult them with trash?"
"You—!"
Blood Sun stepped forward, face dark with fury.
He had wanted to present gifts to the three Heaven–Man disciples. But Fang Han had given out absolute-grade treasures. No matter what Blood Sun brought out now, it would look pathetic.
Fang Han pressed the attack.
"Ladies, you should throw away the garbage Blood Sun gave you. Pick an upper-grade treasure from me instead."
It was blatant, naked humiliation.
But the temptation was overwhelming. For body-refinement disciples, an upper-grade treasure was life-changing.
Blood Sun finally snapped.
"You're so rich? Then I will take one too!"
Blood light erupted around him as a massive bloody hand shot out, reaching toward the cloud of treasures behind Fang Han.