Standing beside the broken Blood Wuyang, declaring that the man couldn't even withstand four palms—only at this moment did Fang Han truly feel it: the dominance that swept across worlds, the bearing of the number-one figure in the Divine Ability Realm. Only after absorbing the life essence of the Seven God-Kings and forging half an immortal body had he genuinely stepped into the position of unrivaled sovereign among all divine ability cultivators.
Even Yan Shuiyi—reincarnation of an ancient water spirit, wielder of the upper-grade Dao Artifact Ocean Pearl—could no longer stand against him.
Blood Wuyang might rank sixth on the Longevity Candidate List, but compared to Yan Shuiyi? Not even close. Taking four palms from Fang Han's hundred-million-warhorse-strength strikes was already a miracle. After all, Fang Han could only unleash ten such world-shattering blows before exhausting himself.
Every one of those palms carried the full might of his Golden Core combined with divine runes—killing speed that bordered on teleportation. A single palm could obliterate most Golden Core experts; even a Ninth Layer Law Manifestation cultivator would be gravely wounded unless protected by a mid-grade Dao Artifact.
Blood Wuyang, despite being stronger than Xingmie Xie, possessed only a lower-grade Dao Artifact—the Blood-Transmuting Divine Furnace. The demon sects specialized in soul arts, not artifact refinement. That furnace could blunt only a fraction of Fang Han's offensive power.
So when even someone like Blood Wuyang was beaten into a half-dead lump, sprawled on the stone steps like a dying dog, every disciple of Linglong Paradise stood frozen in shock.
Even the three senior sisters of the three Linglong paradises—Wind, Yue, and Shan—stared, wide-eyed, unable to believe what they had witnessed.
"Could it be… could Fang Han actually be a Venerable of the Longevity Realm in disguise? Otherwise how could he possibly beat Blood Wuyang like this? Blood Wuyang—the first true disciple of the Blood Shadow Demon Sect, with one foot already in the Longevity Realm!"
In their understanding, Fang Han and Blood Wuyang would be evenly matched at best, with Fang Han slightly at a disadvantage until an elder intervened.
Yet Blood Wuyang had been crushed—instantly, completely, one-sidedly. Their strengths weren't even in the same dimension.
Only a true Longevity Realm giant could have defeated Blood Wuyang this decisively. Which meant Fang Han's power was now terrifyingly close to the realm of ancient giants.
What kind of monster was he?
Boom—!
Just as Fang Han finished speaking, a thousand-foot streak of rainbow light burst from a palace atop the Golden Sumeru Mountain. It slashed across the sky, and in a blink, a woman stood before him.
She wore a simple Daoist robe. Her eyebrows were sharp as blades, radiating an aura so forceful Fang Han subconsciously tensed. He felt clearly—above her crown, the Heaven Gate had opened into a void tunnel, drawing Immortal Realm qi into her endlessly. A vast cycle of life force raged inside her, shaking the limits of longevity.
A Longevity Realm sovereign.
An ancient giant.
Fang Han had met Longevity cultivators before, but never with such clarity. His improved strength allowed him to perceive the terrifying depth behind their calm exteriors.
"Greetings, Elder Tianfa!"
All Linglong disciples immediately bowed. This Dao-robed woman was the Tianfa Elder—Autumn Drizzle—head of punishment for Linglong Paradise, equivalent in rank to the Tianxing Elder of Yuhua Sect or the Star-Punishment Elder of Qunxing Gate. She oversaw executions—and her combat power was unmistakable.
She spoke directly:
"Fang Han, I am Tianfa Elder of Linglong Paradise, Qiu Xiyu. Your clash with Blood Wuyang was no more than a conflict of tempers. There is no need to pursue it further. I will take Blood Wuyang away for treatment. Do you have any objections?"
"I never intended to fight him," Fang Han replied calmly. "But he tried to seize my treasures. That, I will never tolerate. If I didn't discipline him, it would make Yuhua Sect look weak. As for you taking him away—of course I have no objection. This is Linglong Paradise, after all. And troubling you with this matter is my fault. Here's a small compensation—nothing significant."
With a casual wave, he flicked a crystal card toward Elder Qiu Xiyu.
She smiled lightly and prepared to flick it aside—rejecting gifts from juniors was standard etiquette for a Longevity giant. But just as she was about to refuse, her eyelid twitched.
The card shimmered with the character "亿"—one hundred million pills. A dancing figure and a heavenly dragon twined across its surface in blazing flame.
She hesitated… then accepted it.
A hundred million pills.
Even Longevity Realm giants wouldn't turn their noses up at such a gift.
Just what kind of fortune has this boy stumbled upon…?
He throws around upper-grade treasures like pebbles. Even quasi-immortal artifacts. And now—one hundred million pills tossed out as pocket change.
Even I don't possess wealth like this.
And his strength… terrifying. The method he used to defeat Blood Wuyang was already infinitely close to the Longevity Realm's million-stallion force. And he hasn't even used his Yellow Springs Diagram yet. That artifact's Gate of Avīci, Bridge of Calamity, and Wheel of Reincarnation—how powerful must they be?
Having accepted such a gift, Qiu Xiyu found it difficult to reprimand him. She'd originally intended to suppress Fang Han a bit, but after being hit with a hundred million pills…
The old saying was true: When you eat someone's food, your words soften. When you take someone's gift, your hands grow gentle.
Yet directly turning friendly would be beneath her status as a Longevity giant.
And more importantly—she'd realized that even she might not be able to fully suppress Fang Han without resorting to high-grade Dao Artifacts or the mountain's formation power. Doing so would be inappropriate—Fang Han was here as a birthday guest of the Immortal Venerable, and a highly valued one.
Thus, she found herself… stuck.
Fang Han, perceptive as ever, immediately spotted her awkwardness. Before the silence stretched, he stepped forward, channeling pure Immortal Realm essence into Blood Wuyang's body to stabilize his injuries. Then he took out a water crystal sphere filled with golden liquid radiating a serene aura.
Forget-Emotion Water.
"A hundred million pills were only compensation. Meeting Elder Tianfa for the first time, how could I not offer a proper greeting? Though you have no lack of treasures, I hope this will be useful. This is Forget-Emotion Water—able to cleanse inner demons of emotion, allowing one to enter a detached, emotionless state aligned with the Heavenly Dao. It can greatly aid in cultivating the Undying Body. I hope Elder will not disdain it."
A second gift.
A second irresistible one.
"What—Forget-Emotion Water?!"
Qiu Xiyu's composure cracked. This time, she couldn't refuse even if she wanted to. Forget-Emotion Water was priceless for someone pursuing the Undying Body. She had been stuck at the first stage—Ten-Thousand-Year Realm—for over a thousand years. With this water, she might break into the second stage, Undying, at any moment.
She accepted it.
And after a moment of hesitation, she spoke:
"Fang Han… is there something you need from me? Or perhaps you wish guidance in cultivation? The Sect Master's birthday is still some hours away. If you don't mind, come to my Tianfa Palace. There are matters I wish to discuss with you."
"Elder Tianfa honors me," Fang Han said, bowing slightly. "I would be grateful for the opportunity."
Qiu Xiyu released a stream of divine light over Blood Wuyang. Like gentle rain, it soaked into his flesh, repairing sinew, restoring vitality.
So this is the famed Linglong recovery art—Heavenly Medical Qi. Fang Han could smell tens of thousands of medicinal auras woven into the spell. A terrifyingly complex divine ability—one that could bring even the gravely wounded back from the edge.
"Blood Wuyang, you lost one exchange with Fang Han. It was only a private duel—nothing worth dwelling on. During the Immortal Venerable's birthday celebration, you can challenge him again if you wish."
Blood Wuyang stood up, face dark, eyes burning.
"Fang Han—you wait. Green mountains stand, waters flow—one day, when I step into the Longevity Realm, I will reclaim today's humiliation."
He wasn't foolish enough to stay any longer. With a sharp breath, he exploded into a streak of blood light and vanished beyond the mountain.
"Come. To my Tianfa Palace."
Qiu Xiyu rose into the air, her figure cutting through the sky. Fang Han followed, entering one of the highest palaces near the summit of the Golden Sumeru Mountain.
As they left, countless powerful divine senses quietly withdrew. Their brief lightning-fast clash had already stirred the interest of many terrifying existences atop the mountain.
"So that's the Fang Han of Yuhua Sect? This powerful?"
"Did you see? Blood Wuyang was crushed instantly!"
"This child's strength is unfathomable…"
And the murmurs continued to ripple across the mountain.