486: Little Fatty Becomes a Saint

A flash of determination crossed the Yuan Tiangang's eyes, and he spoke without the slightest hesitation.

"The reward is absolutely not a problem! As long as you Fellow Daoists are willing to act, before the battle, you may first go to my clan's treasury and each choose two treasures!"

"Furthermore, my clan will have other generous rewards; I certainly will not let you all down!"

Xiao Ruobai looked at him calmly, not immediately responding to the conditions proposed by the Yuan Tiangang.

Instead, after a brief moment of contemplation, he spoke slowly:

"Treasures are indeed necessary. But besides that, I want a complete Saint Grade Spiritual Vein."

"A Saint Grade Spiritual Vein?!"

The Yuan Tiangang's pupils constricted slightly, and a flash of pained reluctance instantly crossed his face.

A Saint Grade Spiritual Vein was the Foundation of a clan, containing infinite Spiritual Qi and fortune; it could be called a priceless treasure, a strategic-level resource even for the Ancient Demon Court.

He hadn't expected Xiao Ruobai to have such a sharp eye, touching upon his clan's core heritage as soon as he opened his mouth.

However, the current situation was as precarious as a pile of eggs, and the clan's fate was tied to this battle; he could no longer afford to hesitate.

The Yuan Tiangang hesitated for only a moment before suddenly gritting his teeth and saying decisively:

"Fine! It shall be as you say! One Saint Grade Spiritual Vein, plus two treasures of your choice from the treasury!"

With the Yuan Tiangang agreeing so readily, it was Xiao Ruobai's turn to be stunned.

He blinked; I was just testing you, and you actually gave it?

In reality, even if the Yuan Tiangang hadn't offered a reward, Xiao Ruobai and the others would have acted.

After all, the Southern Region was the home of Old Huang and Mo Yu, and they wouldn't just stand by and watch it fall into the hands of the Ancient Demon Court.

"Very well." Xiao Ruobai then regained his composure, considering the deal struck.

Upon hearing this, the heavy stone in the Yuan Tiangang's heart fell to the ground. Not daring to be negligent, he immediately took out an ancient token carved with a totem of ten thousand demons worshiping and presented it solemnly.

"This is a token of trust. With this, you can enter the treasury, and the Saint Grade Spiritual Vein will also be prepared immediately!"

Xiao Ruobai took the token, a warm and ancient Yao Race aura coming from his fingertips.

Yet he didn't even look at it before casually tucking it into his sleeve.

"The deal is made." Xiao Ruobai looked at the Yuan Tiangang with a calm gaze.

"Now we can talk business. Regarding the opponents seven days from now, the ten Prodigies that the Ancient Demon Court might send out, how much do you know?"

Seeing Xiao Ruobai being so straightforward, the Yuan Tiangang's spirits rose, and he immediately said:

"To be honest with you, Fellow Daoist, my knowledge is limited. On the surface, they are led by the Ancient Imperial Prince."

"His subordinates, Ling Yue and Qing Jiao, are both top-tier Prodigies with formidable combat power, as you have just seen."

"In addition, there should be several ancient Prodigies who awakened along with the Bronze Ancient City. Their auras are all extraordinary, but as for their specific backgrounds, forgive my incompetence, I cannot investigate them clearly."

His tone was heavy, and he looked ashamed: "What is most worrying is that with the heritage of the Ancient Demon Court, there are definitely more than just these few people on the surface."

"I'm afraid there are even more ancient, peerless Prodigies sealed until now by secret methods who have yet to appear. In this battle, our side is likely at a disadvantage."

Fang Hanyu's voice rang out, a hint of realization flashing in his eyes.

"No wonder they dared to set up this situation. If such figures truly exist, they would be nearly invincible among their generation."

"It doesn't matter." Xiao Ruobai's tone remained indifferent.

"It was expected. Without such figures, they wouldn't dare use territory as a stake for such a gamble."

"What I fear is that they have other schemes."

He looked at the Yuan Tiangang: "When can we go to collect the treasures?"

"Tomorrow!" the Yuan Tiangang said immediately.

"I will arrange it immediately. Please wait a moment, the token will grant you unimpeded passage!"

Knowing that the other party needed time to digest the information and prepare, he tactfully cupped his hands.

"Fellow Daoists, please rest first. I will go and arrange the relevant matters."

After speaking, the Yuan Tiangang cupped his hands again, turned, and left the courtyard, leaving the space to Xiao Ruobai and the others.

The courtyard fell silent for a while, with only the soft crackling of the campfire remaining.

Xiao Ruobai turned his gaze to Wang Xiaopang and suddenly asked, "Little Fatty, what is your Realm now? When can you Breakthrough to the Saint Realm?"

Wang Xiaopang was looking down, wondering what useful Materials might be in the Yao Race treasury. Hearing this, he gave a start and looked up.

"I've long reached the Peak King Realm. Right now, I'm just polishing it, suppressing it so I haven't broken through yet."

He patted his belly, his tone relaxed and full of confidence.

"I feel that I can finish polishing it in a few days. As long as I want to, I can Breakthrough at any time!"

There was no look of surprise on Xiao Ruobai's face, and he nodded: "No rush. Wait until we've taken the things from the Yao Race treasury tomorrow, find a suitable place, and then you can undergo your Tribulation."

Little Fatty's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands excitedly: "Alright! Hehe!"

While Xiao Ruobai and the others were deliberating, in the night sky outside the camp, powerful auras streaked across the sky like meteors, descending one after another.

Young Prodigies from all over the Xuanhuang world, drawn by the news and harboring ambitions of making a name for themselves or a desire to prove their own Great Dao, finally converged from all directions, setting foot on this land where a storm was about to rise.

From this moment on, the seven-day countdown officially began!

The atmosphere of the entire Southern Region, amidst the silence of ruins and the restlessness of new life, suddenly became incredibly tense, burning, and surging with undercurrents.

The second day, the Yao Race treasury.

Led by a Yao Race Great Saint Elder, Xiao Ruobai and the others stepped into an ancient Secret Realm located deep within the mountains.

Inside the treasury, brilliant colors soared into the sky, and the fragrance of medicine mixed with the aura of ancient weapons.

The heritage of the Southern Region Demon Clan was indeed incredibly profound.

Advanced Materials were piled up like mountains, Spiritual Plants and precious medicines breathed out glowing light, and countless Magical Artifacts and Talismans floated among them.

Each of them had their own opportunities, with sharp eyes and clear goals.

Xiao Ruobai's gaze swept over thousands of treasures, finally resting on a dust-covered, Chaos-colored Stone Talisman whose patterns seemed to contain the secrets of the world's creation.

For the other item, he took a Mysterious Tree Branch that appeared withered but contained a trace of immortal vitality within.

Mo Yu's Bloodline throbbed, and he found a drop of sealed Ancient Qilin True Blood from a Qilin bone fragment, and also took a piece of Saint Jade that could nourish his Bloodline and guard his soul light.

Fang Hanyu took a core stone tablet from an ancient Sword Tomb, with Three Thousand Basic Sword Marks carved on it.

Each mark contained the true meaning of the Sword's Origin; they seemed simple yet encompassed everything. His other item was a Void Sword Stone that could temper Sword Intent.

Ling Xi took a Pitch-black Gourd that seemed capable of swallowing all light, as well as a Ghost Soul Flower that grew in a place of extreme Yin.

Wang Xiaopang's eyes shone as he pounced on the mountain of Talisman Materials, carefully selecting a Chaos Lightning-Struck Wood Heart branded with natural lightning patterns.

Along with a large bottle of Void Beast Essence Blood emitting spatial fluctuations, both were supreme treasures for crafting top-tier Talismans.

Three days later, on the border of the Southern Region, a cleared ancient battlefield.

Wang Xiaopang sat cross-legged in the center with a rarely solemn expression, while Xiao Ruobai and the others stood at a distance as Protectors.

"Senior Brother, I'm starting!" Wang Xiaopang took a deep breath and no longer suppressed his cultivation.

"Boom!"

The world instantly changed color, and a ten-thousand-foot sea of lightning emerged out of thin air. This was no ordinary Lightning Tribulation; within that lightning sea, countless ancient Lightning Talismans and Formation Diagrams actually condensed, and it even manifested phantoms of Lightning Dragons and the Lightning Emperor!

The Saint Realm Heavenly Tribulation originally varied from person to person. Wang Xiaopang's Foundation was extremely solid, and what he drew was actually the rare ancient Ten Thousand Talisman Lightning Tribulation!

"My goodness, this is going big!"

Though startled, Wang Xiaopang was not flustered. He waved his chubby hands repeatedly, and hundreds of defensive Talismans soared into the sky, turning into layers of light shields, while even more attack Talismans actively blasted toward the lightning sea.

Lightning light exploded, and Talismans flew everywhere.

Although Wang Xiaopang was struck until his skin was torn and his body was charred black, his aura never faltered. Instead, he constantly tempered his body within the Lightning Tribulation, and his understanding of the Talisman Dao soared.

After a full day and night, the Lightning Tribulation finally subsided.

When the last bolt of lightning dissipated, a majestic Saint Might swept out from within Wang Xiaopang's body!

He successfully underwent his Tribulation and stepped into the Saint Realm!

Although his appearance was wretched, his eyes shone with brilliant light, and the Saint power around him was thick and harmonious, carrying a mysterious charm of the Talisman Dao.

"Hehe, the feeling of the Saint Realm is really not bad!"

Wang Xiaopang grinned, his confidence skyrocketing.

With this, the strength of Xiao Ruobai's team reached another level, and the seven-day promise was close at hand!