Chapter 313

Chapter 313: White Dragon Divine Sword

"Life-and-death platform?" Bailongzi froze upon hearing Fang Lie’s challenge.

As a second generation immortal, he’d participated in battles before—but only prearranged trials where nothing truly dangerous occurred. The idea of a life-or-death duel made his courage waver.

Though Fang Lie’s cultivation seemed mediocre, his status as candidate Token Lord of the Benevolence Token hinted at unknown trump cards. What irked Bailongzi most was their differing resurrection costs.

Fang Lie had died over ten times on record yet remained unharmed, growing stronger each revival. But for Bailongzi? Death carried heavy consequences. His sect’s resurrection treasure, equivalent to a Seventh-rank Treasure, could only be used once. Unlike the privileged True Young Master, he lacked powerful backers for multiple resurrections.

Moreover, while East Kunlun’s resurrection methods minimized side effects, recovery still required years of closed-door training. For a Heavenly Dao favored child like him, losing so much cultivation time would draw harsh reprimands from his Master.

Hesitation gripped Bailongzi. Seizing the moment, Fang Lie taunted, "So East Kunlun’s Core Inner Gate Disciples are all bark and no bite? Just a cowardly showpiece! How dare you challenge me? Crawl back to your hole!"

Even clay dolls have tempers. Humiliated before his peers, Bailongzi realized retreating now would make him an outcast among second generation immortals.

"Bullshit!" he roared. "You think I fear trash like you? To the life-and-death platform—I’ll end you today!"

"Bravo! That’s our Jade-Faced Little White Dragon!"

"Slaughter that bastard, Brother Bailongzi!"

"Teach this mongrel his place!"

The cheering crowd of second generation immortals erupted.

Mo Lanyun tugged Fang Lie’s sleeve. "Senior brother… let me fight instead. You might lose."

"I’ve got this." Fang Lie flashed a reassuring smile before smirking at Bailongzi. "Surprising. You actually grew a spine."

"Enough chatter! Let’s go!" Bailongzi barked.

"Wait." Fang Lie raised a hand. "Terms first."

"Chickening out?" Bailongzi scoffed.

"Hardly. But a Great Pill Master doesn’t perform without stakes." Fang Lie spoke lightly. "No wager, no lesson."

"You want to lose money?" Bailongzi sneered.

Laughter erupted. "What coins does this pauper have?"

"Brother Bailongzi’s pocket lint outweighs his wealth!"

"I’ll bet too!"

"Enough!" Fang Lie’s voice turned icy. "Bet or flee? I see your poverty clearly."

"Shut up!" Bailongzi was nearly infuriated to death by Fang Lie. As a second-generation immortal, the thing he hated most was being mocked for being poor, so he immediately shouted, "I bet one hundred thousand spirit stones!"

"Only one hundred thousand?" Fang Lie exclaimed in shock. "Your family must really be beggars!"

"Get lost!" Bailongzi’s face turned red with anger as he yelled, "I meant top-grade spirit stones!"

One hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones was equal to one hundred small spirit pearls, which, even in the eyes of a second-generation immortal, was not a small amount.

But to a wealthy person like Fang Lie, this was hardly anything at all!

So Fang Lie disdainfully said, "Well, I admit I misjudged you. You are richer than a beggar, almost comparable to a rich family’s lowly servant!"

"Ah!" Bailongzi felt a surge of fury and shouted, "I see you are just trying to stir trouble! You’re clearly scared and don’t dare to duel on the life-and-death platform!"

"Shut up!" Fang Lie retorted, "I find you poor, just like someone born from the ‘poor sect’!"

"Wah!" The moment Fang Lie said this, the other second-generation immortals couldn’t contain their laughter.

The so-called "poor sect" was a mocking term used by outsiders for the East Kunlun sword cultivators.

The term "lowly person" was easy to understand, as East Kunlun was filled with sword cultivators, hence the play on words.

And "poor sect" meant that the East Kunlun sect was the poorest among the four great Tao sects.

They only excelled in combat, wandering the world with a flying sword and not engaging in production, so they were naturally very poor.

In comparison, the Xuan Sect was good at alchemy, and with their elite approach and limited number of disciples, Xuan Sect disciples claimed to be the richest in the universe. Even an ordinary formal disciple had wealth comparable to that of the Fire Tribulation Immortal! As for their Core Inner Gate Disciples, they were often richer than ordinary Semi-Immortals.

The Mo Sect specialized in refining tools, and whether it was treasure ships or other mechanical treasures, they sold well, making their disciples fairly wealthy.

Even the West Kunlun had a specialty in crafting formation flags, and by selling complete sets of formation flags, they lived quite comfortably.

But the East Kunlun sword cultivators, who had no production specializations, were all very poor, and their sect was not wealthy.

Over time, they were scornfully labeled as the "poor sect" by clever cultivators.

So when the story of the "poor sect" came about, the surrounding second-generation immortals understood and could not help but chuckle.

As for Bailongzi, he was nearly driven to madness.

Shaking with anger, he yelled, "You Fang Lie, how dare you look down on us East Kunlun! Since that’s the case, let you take the first bet! No matter what you wager, I’ll take it on!"

"Good, very generous and bold!" Fang Lie coldly laughed and said, "In that case, I won’t bet much either. I’ll bet this broken monk staff!"

While speaking, Fang Lie took out the Eighth-rank Treasure, the Gold Dragon Monk Staff, left behind by Master Jie Kong, and tossed it on the ground like it was garbage!

"Ah? This… this seems to be an Eighth-rank Treasure?"

"Wow, if I’m not mistaken, this looks like the famous treasure of Master Jie Kong from the Great Thunder Sound Temple!"

"Indeed, he seems to be the disciple of the White Lotus Master. How could his treasure end up in Fang Lie’s hands?"

"Need it even be asked? He must have killed Fang Lie! I heard about this just a few days ago but didn’t believe it. It seems like it’s true now!"

"Wow, Fang Lie dares to kill the Fire Tribulation Immortal from the Great Thunder Sound Temple? Doesn’t he fear starting a sect war?"

At this moment, Bailongzi was also dumbfounded. He never dreamed that Fang Lie would take out such a priceless treasure. An Eighth-rank Treasure was something that merely a few dozen existed among millions of disciples in East Kunlun.

If he could win one back, he would definitely receive praise from the sect.

However, Fang Lie was truly a Core Inner Gate Disciple, unlike the True Young Master who was foolish and given special training. Fang Lie was sharp and wouldn’t be easily swayed by precious treasures.

Squinting his eyes, he cautiously said, "Fang Lie, you’re not trying to deliberately lose this stolen item to make me take the blame, are you?"

"Hmph!" Fang Lie snorted, "Are you an idiot? Why would I show it under everyone’s watch if I wanted you to take the blame? I’ll tell you plainly, this item is clean and has no aftereffects. If you can win it back, it’s definitely yours!"

"How is that possible? It’s clearly Master Jie Kong from the Great Thunder Sound Temple’s treasure! How can it be clean?" Bailongzi questioned.

"Jie Kong attempted to harm me, and he died for it. The Mo Sect and the White Lotus Master have reached an agreement on this, so you needn’t worry about anything else!" Fang Lie replied casually.

"You’re kidding, right? The White Lotus Master wouldn’t just ignore this?" Bailongzi exclaimed, "I don’t believe it at all!"

"Yeah, neither do I! It takes an immense cost to nurture a Fire Tribulation Immortal! They share a bond of over a thousand years, like father and son. How could the White Lotus Master let you, a murderer, go unpunished?"

"Right, he must be talking nonsense!"

"Shut up!" Fang Lie snapped angrily, "The White Lotus Master gave me this; do you still think I’m talking nonsense?"

Saying this, Fang Lie displayed the Thunder Sound Golden Bell.

"Ah!" Upon seeing that item, everyone present gasped in shock.

Now, no one dared to doubt Fang Lie’s words, for something like the Thunder Sound Golden Bell could not be faked.

This item related to the dignity of the Great Thunder Sound Temple; even the son of a Semi-Immortal would be doomed if he tried to impersonate it.

Since Fang Lie dared to reveal it, it was undoubtedly true. If he dared to lie, the Mo Sect would execute him themselves to give the Great Thunder Sound Temple an explanation!

"Although I don’t quite understand what is happening, since you can bring out the Thunder Sound Golden Bell, it seems the Great Thunder Sound Temple really wouldn’t care about this Gold Dragon Monk Staff!" Bailongzi said greedily, his voice trembling as he stared at the shining monk staff. "I accept your bet! Let’s use it!"

With that, he took out the treasured sword he had been carrying on his back!

This sword was hidden in its sheath, making it impossible to see its sharpness. But just from looking at the sheath, one could tell it was extraordinary.

Because its sheath was made of Eighth-rank material, the White Dragon Jade, embedded with seven different Treasure Pearls; the light radiated in all directions, and it looked like a treasured item.

Fang Lie, who was only a nameless outer disciple before with limited experience, was taken aback and asked, "What is this thing?"

"Idiot, how can you not know of the famous White Dragon Divine Sword?" the others immediately mocked.