Chapter 282

Chapter 282: The Crazy Raid

After finishing everything, Fang Lie smiled as he flew to the front, where he met everyone in the treasure vault of the great hall on the lowest level.

Mr. Suan Mei immediately grinned and asked, "Island Lord, have you found anything good?"

"Hmm~" Fang Lie hummed a couple of times without answering, and then asked, "How about you all?"

Seeing this, everyone thought Fang Lie had found nothing and secretly chuckled, but they didn’t bring it up anymore, as Fang Lie was the lord, and they had to give him some face.

Actually, Fang Lie wasn’t being stingy; it was just that these two treasures were very important. If the news got out, it could likely trigger a sect war.

This was no joke. Whether it was the Mo Sect or the Great Thunder Sound Temple, both had over a hundred thousand cultivators, and there were at least a dozen or twenty Thunder Tribulation Immortals. If a fight broke out, there would certainly be countless casualties!

However, these two items were indeed critical, and the Mo Sect would never give them up, not to mention the Great Thunder Sound Temple, who would be even less willing. So, even knowing a mutually destructive fight could happen, they would still go to war.

If these two major righteous sects fought, the Demonic Path forces would be thrilled. Such a thing was something Fang Lie would never allow.

Moreover, according to the rules, even if a secret vault was discovered, it would be considered Fang Lie’s achievement, and others had no right to share in it. Thus, Fang Lie decided to keep the news hidden to avoid any unexpected situations.

In Fang Lie’s eyes, the Seven Dragon True Immortals seemed fairly honest and reliable, but Mr. Suan Mei had some cunning to him and might not resist temptation, potentially selling them out.

After all, given the status of these two treasures, their news could become immensely valuable, easily trading for two or three Seventh-rank Treasures. Who knew if Mr. Suan Mei could hold out?

Though Fang Lie was quite straightforward, it didn’t mean he lacked adaptability. This wasn’t a matter of testing loyalty, so he needed to conceal it first.

The Immortal Wind Dragon was genuinely kind-hearted. Seeing Fang Lie’s expression, he realized he probably didn’t want to mention the secret vault. To prevent any awkwardness, he quickly said, "We’ve counted everything. Here are just some low-grade materials, spirit pills, spirit talismans, and so on. The highest rank is only third rank, but the quantity is remarkable—there are over a dozen large warehouses, totaling up to a thousand small spirit pearls."

"Take whatever you want, and the rest belongs to me!" Fang Lie immediately replied.

Upon hearing this, everyone laughed heartily and quickly stated they didn’t need anything.

These low-grade materials were useless to them, as the Wind Tribulation Immortals had outgrown them.

Only a weirdo like Fang Lie could turn trash into treasure, and everyone was aware of this, so no one would compete with Fang Lie.

Thus, with everyone’s help, Fang Lie easily collected materials from over a dozen warehouses, filling over a thousand Sumeru Bags, until they had completely emptied them.

Next, they hurried to the treasure vault of the middle-level great hall, where the items were of higher quality. The previous vault was just for ordinary Qi Sea and Golden Pool realm cultivators, while this one was meant for the Purple Palace Master and Nascent Soul True Immortals. It mostly contained materials, spirit pills, and treasures of fourth rank and above.

Fang Lie still let everyone choose first. The Eight Immortals weren’t shy, taking what they needed, accumulating only a few hundred small spirit pearls’ worth of materials. The rest went to Fang Lie.

Fortunately, the quantity here was much less, only about a tenth of what they had in the previous vault. Thus, Fang Lie ended up with hundreds of filled Sumeru Bags.

Afterward, they moved to the top level, where all the residences of the Wind Tribulation Immortals were. Those of lower rank weren’t even qualified to enter.

Each Wind Tribulation Immortal had lived for at least several hundred years, and even the most unfortunate cultivator would have had some adventures in that time. Therefore, each one had a bit of wealth. Generally, any Wind Tribulation Immortal’s total worth was over ten thousand small spirit pearls; even the poorest wouldn’t have less.

Though most of these items might be carried with them, there were surely many that couldn’t be moved, like aged spirit pills or Spirit Beasts that required special cultivation.

Clearly, these treasures were likely to be stored in their residences.

In the Chongming Ancient Temple, there were over 20 Wind Tribulation Immortals, all having their residences here, which would surely contain a massive fortune.

Fang Lie carefully counted and discovered there were a total of 25 spiritual mansions, including the residence of the Man-Eating Demon Monk.

Besides the spiritual mansions, there was also a storehouse for various cultivation resources, a Pill Room dedicated to alchemy for these Wind Tribulation Immortals, and a Hall of Earth Fire used for refining techniques—all filled with good things.

Fang Lie then said, "Since searching through all 24 Wind Tribulation Immortal spiritual mansions one by one would be too tiring, why don’t you eight each take three? Whatever you find will depend on your luck; as for me, I’ll take the one that belongs to the Man-Eating Demon Monk, how about that?"

"Sounds great!" The few Immortals agreed without objection and nodded enthusiastically.

Then, after a bit of modest chatter, they divided their targets and set off to explore and scavenge.

As for Fang Lie, he smiled broadly as he released the Man-Eating Demon Monk and walked toward the large building complex covering thousands of acres in the center.

This complex was grand and vast, its area several times larger than other spiritual mansions. From a distance, one could see the brilliant light of treasures shining into the sky, suggesting there were many valuable items inside.

Of course, the defenses here were also very tight, and without the Man-Eating Demon Monk to lead the way, Fang Lie would never have been able to enter.

But now, this place was like his own backyard!

As he stepped through the main entrance, the first thing that caught his eye was a large courtyard covering several acres, where dozens of ancient spirit wood trees were planted.

Although these trees weren’t rare or precious spirit herbs, they were still considered spiritual materials. After growing for so long, they had become treasured items, each one capable of serving as material for crafting sixth-rank magical items.

Among them, the strongest tree was the Dragon Beard Wood, over three zhang in diameter, and its straight main trunk was more than a hundred zhang long. Based on estimates, it was at least thirty thousand years old.

This wood could be used to make the keel of a seventh-rank treasure ship, worth its weight in gold, even exceeding the value of top-grade sixth-rank magical items.

It was truly a good find, and even for decoration in a spiritual mansion, it could elevate the entire place’s status. How could Fang Lie possibly let it go?

Without any hesitation, he quickly used his magic to transplant all of these spirit woods into the Herb Garden.

After the trees were removed, ugly large pits were left behind. But at that moment, the hidden black soil was revealed, rich in spiritual energy, emitting a special fragrance, as smooth as thick grease.

Seeing this, Fang Lie exclaimed joyfully, "A sixth-rank Spiritual Field, Black Grease Jade! This is rare, something you can’t find even with a lantern! No wonder it can nourish so many ancient spirit wood trees; it is because of you!"

Spiritual Fields were the rarest of treasures; even the lowest-level Spiritual Field required countless years of spiritual energy to gradually form.

Every Spiritual Field could greatly increase the growth speed of spirit herbs. Some special spirit herbs could only grow in certain Spiritual Fields; otherwise, they would wither away.

Thus, the value of Spiritual Fields was immense, but their scarcity kept their prices sky-high. Generally speaking, a fourth-rank or lower Spiritual Field was worth its weight in gold and nearly impossible to buy with spirit stones, while a sixth-rank Spiritual Field was even rarer.

Even the entire Mo Sect, with its heritage spanning tens of thousands of years, could only boast less than ten sixth-rank Spiritual Fields.

Among the sixth-rank Spiritual Fields, Black Grease Jade was the best. It was said to be a special substance formed over millions of years by the remains of a powerful demon beast buried underground since ancient times.

The characteristic of Black Grease Jade was its abundant spiritual energy and nutrients, allowing spirit herbs planted on it to grow ten times faster—one year could be as effective as ten years, and a hundred years could equal a thousand years.

For rare spirit herbs, planting them for a hundred years could yield a large harvest of thousand-year-old spirit herbs. What a tremendous return!

For high-level cultivators, a mere hundred years was insignificant, but high-level spirit herbs were incredibly important to them.

So, even the Thunder Tribulation Immortal would go crazy over this Black Grease Jade Spiritual Field.

Naturally, Fang Lie wouldn’t let such a treasure slip away; he quickly began to carefully incorporate it into his Herb Garden. With it, Fang Lie’s spiritual mansion’s status was instantly elevated by several levels.

Some spirit herbs that required age to be usable couldn’t be quickly obtained through Fang Lie’s Nirvana Fire and could only be depended on to provide in large quantities.

Entering and immediately making such tremendous gains truly felt like a good omen.

Fang Lie soon became filled with excitement and continued to search for more treasures.

Now in a state of poverty, Fang Lie transformed into Zhou the Skinflint, as he began to take anything above third-rank materials—even the floor tiles he pulled up and took with him.

As a result, Fang Lie spent over four hours completely raiding the Man-Eating Demon Monk’s spiritual mansion.

When he finally finished, he looked around and felt his face turn red.

The magnificent and dazzling large building complex had almost completely disappeared, leaving only the foundation behind, cleaner than if a dog had chewed it!

What could he do? After all, this was the core location of the Chongming Ancient Temple, with building materials all above third-rank. The floor tiles were made of Buddha gold, the columns were constructed from entire golden camphor wood, and even the roof tiles were made from gold clay.

Fang Lie couldn’t bear to part with any of it, so he decided to take it all.

In the distance, several Immortals had already emerged. They had fine tastes and only wanted items ranked above fifth, which were not plentiful, so they completed their task in about an hour—most of that time spent breaking restrictions.

When they came out, they saw Fang Lie wildly dismantling everything. It was as if a typhoon had swept through, fiercer than bandits, who wouldn’t even tear down a house.

The expressions on the Immortals’ faces were a mix of laughter and embarrassment.