The stone is a deep blue color, like jade.
Having seen so much gold and silver jewelry, Fang Zong no longer regarded such a stone as a treasure. However, it was soft to the touch, and he felt a warm sensation rising from his palm and quickly spreading throughout his body.
The energy within the body was like a flame being fueled by lamp oil; though weak, it surged continuously.
"This energy..." Fang Zong's breathing began to stop.
Their strength is improving, albeit very slightly.
but!
Life expectancy is increasing! Increasing rapidly!
Fang Zong knew his own abilities well. In terms of the activity of his body's cells, if he was not injured, if the burden of cell division was not increased, and if aging was not accelerated, he could live for eight thousand years.
This was the result of his continuous cultivation, constant improvement, and even what could be described as constant cheating, which finally led him to the highest lifespan.
But now it's just a stone, one day, two days, three days, a year!
That extended his lifespan by a full year!
"Many of the strongest warriors in my Eastern Kingdom have exhausted their lifespan and potential, and have no choice but to become ghosts. They suppress themselves and constantly transform into spirit ghosts. Some even voluntarily enter isolation rooms to be burned to ashes and never to exist again because they do not want to endure that kind of pain!"
"Although there are divine tablets of ancient gods, the remaining number is scarce, and even if they are included in the offerings of Dragon Valley, they cannot be fully distributed!"
"But now, this little guy at the Azure Cloud Transformation level can casually take out a piece that costs... a year of lifespan!"
Fang Zong no longer had the mood for 'tourism'.
He opened his palm, and the spirit stone shattered and scattered into ashes.
The ash was crystal clear and extremely beautiful. The shimmering band of light reflected in his eyes was even more breathtaking.
His heart was intoxicated.
My eyes welled up with tears, and eventually, they turned completely red!
"This gentleman?"
The young man, dressed in leather clothing and without a single stain on his body, clearly of high birth, cautiously inquired: "I wonder if you are satisfied with my compensation, sir? If not, I will immediately gather my friends and prepare ten spirit stones for you, just to ask you to forgive my mistake."
He gritted his teeth: "If you are still not satisfied, I can use the name of my family to borrow a hundred spirit stones from Xiaoyao Town... This is my limit. If my status in the family were high enough, I wouldn't be reduced to asking for 'pocket change'!"
"Is your family good to you?" Fang Zong suddenly asked.
"Well, it's not that great. I'm born out of wedlock and I'm usually like a nobody. But I know in my heart that if it weren't for my family and its members, I wouldn't be able to travel, let alone have enough to eat and wear. My family does love me."
The young man made an effort to speak appropriately.
Fang Zong nodded: 'I used to be just like you.'
"Is Your Excellency also born out of wedlock?"
The young man's eyes lit up.
He was indeed very unruly, but he also enjoyed meeting people who were just like him and even more capable.
His gaze toward Fang Zong began to soften, and a faint, even slightly weak, feeling of wanting to follow him and become his disciple arose from the bottom of his heart.
Fang Zong shook his head, then nodded: "I also have a family, a very large one, an extremely large one."
"Sir, your family is certainly extraordinary, but how large is it?"
The young man asked, trying to sound interesting.
"It's so vast and magnificent that you can't even imagine it."
Fang Zong sat down on the chair, just as the waiter brought the tea. He sipped the slightly pinkish-red tea, but couldn't taste anything.
I came here to fight the formation and to relax, but now, a flame is burning wildly.
“Three years ago, I was just an ordinary member of my clan, learning from other clans. At the time, I didn’t think much about it. I just felt that apart from my parents, girlfriend, and friends, the other clansmen had nothing to do with me. I remember my friend ate human flesh. I was just testing our friendship and then let him go. Now that I think about it, if Yonghe wasn’t my friend, but just an ordinary clansman, would I have let him go?”
"That's only human nature."
The young man continued to join in the fun.
My heart was pounding. Oh my god, it's a cannibalistic monster!
Fang Zong pointed to the opposite side, and the young man obediently sat down, his bottom touching half of the long bench.
Then, Fang Zong said in a low voice, "Later, as my strength grew, I became closer to more people. First, I had more friends, then dozens of comrades, hundreds of comrades, tens of thousands of comrades, then two hundred students, five hundred students, three thousand students, and then my eighteen billion clansmen."
"puff!"
The young man, having been granted permission by Fang Zong to drink tea, spat out half of it, quickly catching it back up himself, narrowly avoiding spraying it onto Fang Zong's face.
Tens of thousands of comrades, three thousand students, 1.8 billion people?
Then, three years ago, this adult in front of me was still very weak?
The young man thought he had heard a fairy tale, but judging from Fang Zong's expression, it didn't seem like it. Trembling, he knelt down with a thud: "Please, sir, take me as your disciple! Sir, I don't want to continue living a life of debauchery! Please, sir, have mercy!"
He saw the light, he saw hope.
Fang Zong, however, simply lowered his eyelids, took a sip of tea, and continued, "I'm a protective person. Since I consider all 1.8 billion of my people as family, I naturally remember the blood feud of over 30 million people from decades ago. For the sake of a safer and better life for all 1.8 billion of my people, I made myself a demon, truly cementing my reputation as a 'suit-wearing thug.' For the blood feud from decades ago, I even personally killed nearly 200 million people."
He suddenly laughed, raised his eyes, and looked the young man up and down with great interest: "Aren't you afraid I'll kill you, a demon like me?"
"Hehe, sir, you're joking." The young man looked terrified.
Two hundred million people—even if this person possesses the power of the Transformation of All Beings, it's impossible for them to achieve that in three years, right?
The young man thought that Fang Zong could kill a hundred people with one strike, but with two hundred million people, even if he didn't sleep, he would be too tired to kill them all.
"You don't believe me?" Fang Zong asked.
"this……"
The young man didn't know how to answer.
To say it's true is a lie.
If she said she didn't believe it, she was afraid of upsetting Fang Zong.
He felt that Fang Zong was testing him, and was just considering it when Fang Zong suddenly drew his sword and swung it horizontally, splitting the entire teahouse in two.
The dozen or so people in the teahouse froze for a moment, then their heads slowly slid off, spraying out more than a dozen fountains of blood!
"Do you believe me now?" Fang Zong slowly sheathed his sword and asked the young man.
"I believe you!" the young man exclaimed. "My lord, please have mercy! You've... my lord, you've gotten yourself into big trouble!"
He completely disregarded the dozen or so lives around him, only feeling that his earlier proposal to become a disciple meant he was going to do so. He instinctively grabbed Fang Zong, saying, "Sir, let's go! This is Xiaoyao Town. You've offended the Xiaoyao Sect, and the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect in this town won't let you off the hook!"
"Oh?" Fang Zong raised his eyes and smiled slightly.
Then, the clear voice echoed throughout the town:
"Robbery! Hand over all the spirit stones..."
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