"The Sun-Moon Five-Star Bracelet?" Fang Han murmured, eyes narrowing. "A Pure Yang artifact… No wonder its aura feels as vast and immovable as the heavens. Its stellar force is endless—it's no weaker than Hua Tiandu's Nine-Palace Golden Pagoda."
He vividly remembered that pagoda's might—the way even the Great Might Demon King could not break through its radiance. Once set down, its golden light filled the skies, a bulwark against all evil. To think this unassuming bracelet rivaled such a treasure…
Yan's voice buzzed with feverish greed. "This artifact has been famed for a millennium! Forged by the Elders of the Celestial Star Sect, who gathered the light of the sun, moon, and constellations for sixty years. Bathed in Nine-Sun Holy Water, infused with the blood of Longevity-realm cultivators, and woven with celestial arrays—it even had the potential to evolve into a Dao Artifact!"
"But alas," Yan went on, "that little cloud brat is too weak to wield it properly. If a master of the Divine Transformation Realm used it, these demons would be dust in an instant. Each beam of light it releases transforms into a Sun-Moon Five-Star Divine Thunder—capable of breaking mountains, cleaving rivers, or reducing entire cities to rubble. No spiritual artifact could withstand its strike. If Fang Qingxue had this bracelet, even the Nine-Palace Golden Pagoda might not stop her. If I could devour it and refine it in Yellow Springs Holy Water for thirty-six days… I could reach the fifth tier of Divine Power—the Heaven-Man Realm!"
Yan roared with excitement, his spectral body vibrating as he swept up the fallen corpses of white-haired fiends.
But Fang Han's thoughts were colder. "That bracelet belongs to the child," he said quietly. "Even if we seize it, the Celestial Star Sect would never let it go unpunished. Besides… robbing a child? That's beneath us. We'll bide our time."
The battle was winding down. Fang Han's Sound-Killing Demon Blade flashed like lightning, its crimson arc slicing through the air. More than ten white-haired fiends fell under its edge, while the Sun-Moon Bracelet's blazing stars obliterated over a hundred more—each impact bursting with thunderous force.
In minutes, the battlefield was silent. The last few fiends, realizing their doom, tried to flee—but the Demon Blade caught up, bisecting them mid-air. Their blood and essence were swiftly drawn into the Yellow Springs Diagram.
Moments later, four hundred and eighty top-grade blood pills emerged—each glowing faintly with a platinum sheen, round and perfect like miniature suns.
"Four hundred and eighty kills… Not bad." Fang Han smiled faintly. "The Shura won't go hungry for a long time."
He gathered his ten Shura puppets into the Yellow Springs Diagram, feeding each one a blood pill. Their black armor began to ripple and reform, thin white-gold hairs sprouting along their scales—each thread shimmering like molten silver.
"They've absorbed the royal demon bloodline," Fang Han noted. "Their defense and strength are far beyond before. But a full metamorphosis into a Great Asura? Not yet."
He turned, tossing two blood pills toward Princess Hong Yi and Crane Fairy. "Here. Eat and recover your energy."
Hong Yi examined the pill in awe. The spiritual fragrance alone told her this was far superior to any Vitality Pill or Spirit Essence offered by the Yuhua Sect. Crane Fairy, less cautious, pecked it up in three sharp bites. Instantly, her white feathers shimmered with faint crimson light, growing denser and harder—like carved jade.
"The royal demon bloodline… It's awakening within her," Fang Han murmured.
Then a childish voice piped up nearby:
"Wow, what kind of candy is that? Can I have one too?"
They turned to see a small boy—five or six years old—staring at them with wide, innocent eyes. His chubby cheeks flushed pink, drool glistening on his lip as he stared at the blood pills. The Sun-Moon Five-Star Bracelet gleamed around his plump wrist like a band of starlight.
"Come here, little one," said Princess Hong Yi with a gentle smile, holding out a pill.
The boy skipped forward, grabbed it with both hands, and popped it into his mouth. "Mmm—so good! Way better than the wine I stole from Dad. Oh no, I'm dizzy again! I need sugar skewers to sober up, or Mama will scold me!"
He wobbled, giggling, and with a flick of his hand produced a gleaming string of green candied fruits. Each orb shone like polished jade, radiating a faint medicinal aura.
Yan's voice cracked with disbelief. "That's Jade Purity Emerald Essence Pills! Even rarer than Biluo Elixirs! The boy's candied snacks are made of high-grade spiritual medicine—what kind of monstrous luxury is this?"
Fang Han chuckled. "So you're called Xingyun Baobao, huh? You like my candy pills? I'll give you ten more—if you tell me who your parents are."
The boy's eyes sparkled. "Really? Yay! Well… I don't know my dad's real name. Everyone just calls him Star Lord. He's always meditating, never wants to play with me. So I stole some of his stuff and ran out to have fun!"
Yan froze. "Star Lord—the Master of the Celestial Star Sect! He reached the Longevity Realm three thousand years ago!"
Fang Han shuddered. "Then how does he have such a young son?"
Yan snorted. "What's strange about that? Longevity-realm cultivators can sire children whenever they please. Even Demon Kings have offspring thousands of years apart. The Star Lord must've had a whim and dual-cultivated with his partner recently. Perfectly normal."
Princess Hong Yi leaned closer, eyes glinting. "Xingyun Baobao, your bracelet looks so pretty. May I take a look?"
"Sure!" the boy said cheerfully, slipping off the radiant Sun-Moon Five-Star Bracelet and handing it over with innocent trust.