Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

Five seals at the Golden Immortal level!

Treasure gambling segment!

The anticipation shot through the roof instantly.

Even though there are only five, this is treasure gambling—at this moment, anyone could be that lucky winner.

Even if the odds are only one in ten thousand.

If you get one, it’s basically the same as having an extra life.

Ordinary cultivators—where would they ever even have the chance to offend a Golden Immortal?

The cheers spread and soon reached a fever pitch.

Countless cultivators, faces flushed with excitement, wished the exchange conference would begin right now.

"Such extravagance, huge extravagance!"

"Five Golden Immortal seals, I’m always super lucky—definitely one of those is waiting for me!"

"No wonder he’s ranked on the Immortal Pride List."

"Who cares if the Yang Family scams people, I’m going to be there tomorrow no matter what!"

...

Watching the crowd cheer, Yang Yuan’s face displayed a smug smile.

He suddenly turned his eyes, looking up at Xu Yang atop the pavilion, the corner of his lips lifting in open challenge.

So? What else have you got?

The Flame Dragon Mountain experts’ faces suddenly turned downright ugly.

"So ruthless!"

"With this move, the situation completely shifts. All the promotion we’ve done in recent days—it’s basically wasted. Tomorrow, the Yang Family’s area will surely be swarming with people."

The middle-aged cultivator wore a bitter smile.

Resentful, yet still impressed.

Such boldness and decisiveness—nobody saw it coming.

"It’s not over yet."

Xu Yang suddenly sneered coldly.

That made Yi Que and the middle-aged cultivator both turn sharply to look at him.

Even Yi Que didn’t think it could be turned around at this point.

All the exciting setups they had prepared couldn’t match such temptation.

With Yang Yuan’s promise, everyone would follow the herd.

Their worries completely vanished.

"Senior, your five great factions all only prepared one Golden Immortal seal each."

"There’s no time to get more now, but two-tier seals below Golden Immortal level can still be crafted in bulk."

Xu Yang smiled faintly as he spoke.

The middle-aged cultivator’s pupils contracted, and he quickly nodded, "That’s not difficult."

"But, Mr. Xu, even so, this is still..."

Xu Yang said, "Announce it after things start tomorrow."

"And also, let’s add a batch of Nine-Turn True Immortal Elixirs, plus Celestial Fire Golden Leaf Elixirs—I’ll provide them myself."

Hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator’s mouth dropped open and he involuntarily swallowed his saliva.

Big spender!

Again, a big spend.

Yi Que gave a bitter smile, "Looks like I’m not getting any rest tonight, junior brother."

"Sorry to rely on you, senior brother," Xu Yang said with a helpless, bitter smile. Yi Que might find it hard alone, but they still had big senior brother—he’d gone astray, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make proper elixirs.

And, big senior brother’s talent was even higher than second senior brother’s.

No choice—Yang Yuan’s tricks really are jaw-dropping.

Now, this is all they’ve got.

They’ve prepared for so long—how could they let it all end here?

"Golden Immortal seals are incredible, but there are only five."

"But two-tier seals can be easily forged, and with enough quantity, they’ll be even more attractive."

"Plus, the real show should take the stage now."

As he finished speaking—

At the edge of the street, the crowd suddenly erupted in a commotion.

Roars of anger broke out in quick succession.

"Bastard, what the hell? Dare sneak attack me?"

"Courting death!"

Boom!

Bam!

Wretched screams echoed out instantly.

"Damn it, damn it! Yang Family, you’re screwing us over!"

"Just a couple days ago I bought an Immortal Artifact at your Yang Family Treasure Pavilion—turns out, you faked it!"

Spat!

Grief-filled howls rang through the long street, completely drowning out all other sounds.

Everyone turned to look.

There, someone’s Immortal Sword snapped clean in two—supposedly a top-tier class one Immortal Artifact, but as it broke, its aura rapidly faded, revealing that it barely measured up to a first-tier artifact.

The people nearby were stunned, eyes wide.

"This—this is way too fake!"

Any sane person would never believe this.

Spat!

But suddenly, another man severed his head with a single slash, blood spraying everywhere.

The abruptness of it left everyone utterly shocked.

If it was a fake, why commit murder?

This—this is nuts.

"Was it for real? Did someone really die for this?"

"Would someone die over a staged act?"

"It doesn’t seem like acting."

...

For a moment, no one could tell if it was fake or not.

"Bastard!"

"You dare slander my Yang Family?"

Yang Zhenyuan roared with fury and leaped up, instantly arriving above the murderer and grabbing down with one palm.

The man was only Late Stage True Immortal. Seeing this, his eyes nearly burst, struggling for his life.

Bam!

The instant Yang Zhenyuan grabbed down—

The murderer let out a tragic scream; blood streamed from his five orifices as his bones exploded, his body crumpling, dead as a doornail.

"He killed someone!"

In the deathly silence, a trembling whisper rang out, sounding especially jarring now.

Yang Zhenyuan froze on the spot.

I didn’t mean to kill him!

How’d he die?

He quickly looked around, instantly noticing the crowd’s gaze had shifted dramatically.

If someone was pulling a scam, why kill them?

Especially when you’re a dignified Late Stage Celestial Immortal—could’ve just suppressed him with ease, so why go for the kill?

If you’d captured him and forced a confession, wouldn’t that have been perfect?

The atmosphere on the street became unbearably tense and heavy.

Yang Zhenyuan’s mouth hung open, ready to explain, but he suddenly realized he was like a mute forced to eat bitter medicine—no way to spit it out.

In front of the Treasure Pavilion, Yang Yuan glared daggers at Xu Yang, neck veins bulging, eyes almost blazing.

Xu Yang met Yang Yuan’s angry stare head-on, as if none of it concerned him, giving a brisk laugh.

Clap clap clap!!

He started applauding, exclaiming, "Spectacular—truly eye-opening today!"

Yang Yuan’s face was iron-gray, but he couldn’t bother with Xu Yang now, frantically turning to the crowd.

"Everyone, I swear I’ll see justice done!"

His words barely finished, someone snickered, "Ha, people are already dead—who’re you gonna give justice to?"

"Savage!"

"A Late Stage Celestial Immortal killing a Late Stage True Immortal with one slap—if there’s nothing shady, why go so far?"

...

Echoes of agreement kept rising.

Among them, naturally, were cultivators from the other five great factions.

With such a golden opportunity, how could they not kick the Yang Family while it’s down?

Yang Yuan’s face flickered and changed—he had no idea how to explain any of this.

He cast an annoyed glare at Yang Zhenyuan.

Yang Zhenyuan was all aggrieved innocence.

Seriously, it wasn’t me.

Something fishy is going on here.

But with two real cultivators dead, how do you talk your way out of that?

"The Yang Family? Hmph, with conduct like this, I’m not surprised."

"Right—those five Golden Immortal seals—don’t tell me your family ancestor hid another trap inside?"

A mocking laugh sounded from above, as crisp as a bell but cold as ice.

It sent chills through countless cultivators, as if they’d fallen into a frozen lake.

"Who’s there?"

Yang Yuan turned, color draining from his face.

"Liou Xueyan?"

His eyes went wide with disbelief.

On a distant rooftop, two figures stood tall.

The speaker was none other than Liou Xueyan.

"Liou Xueyan? The top prodigy of Ice and Snow Immortal Palace, the top prodigy in the North Province, ranked higher than Yang Yuan on the Immortal Pride List!"

"Whoa—what does she mean? Did she get scammed by the Yang Family too?"

"Golden Immortal seals, with hidden traps from the Yang Family’s ancestor? That’s... whoa."

...

The crowd realized it and all sucked in their breath, staring at Yang Yuan in disbelief.

If an ordinary person had said it, nobody would trust it. But this was Liou Xueyan.

What kind of existence is the Ice and Snow Immortal Palace?

The Yang Family can’t possibly mess with them.

No reason at all for Liou Xueyan to stir trouble for Yang Family’s sake.

Those cultivators eyeing the Golden Immortal seals suddenly saw things much more clearly.

If there’s a trap in the seal—get one, and you’re doomed to be controlled...

That’s a Golden Immortal, for gods’ sake.

Compared to before, even if the odds of winning a Golden Immortal seal were one in ten thousand, it was irresistible. But now, just one in ten thousand odds of a trap was enough to make anyone’s scalp tingle.

Liou Xueyan shot Yang Yuan a frosty look, then swept her sleeves and turned away.

Qin Qian, looking totally lost, quickly followed her.

Yang Yuan’s face was so dark it might drip water.

Seeing everyone’s reaction, he knew that all his efforts today were for naught.

Once doubt sprouts, it’s all over.

On another rooftop, Flame Dragon Mountain’s Yi Que stared at Xu Yang like he’d seen a ghost.

Xu Yang shrugged, calmly said, "Double the drama—now things should be solid."

"Wait—you got Liou Xueyan to play along?"

"She was dying to kill you, wasn’t she?"

Yi Que’s mind was a blank—he’d seen it with his own eyes and still couldn’t believe it.

Don’t tell me little junior’s been noticed by Liou Xueyan?