Chapter 322

Chapter 322: Blackmailing Aunt Qing

"Ah, senior brother, don’t pretend to be poor. If you’re still poor, how are we supposed to live?" Mo Lanyun said with a wry smile. "Don’t be fooled by how I spend money, it’s all from the sect’s savings. If it were my own, I couldn’t afford it!"

"Really? But I was hoping to buy that Eighth-rank Treasure!" Fang Lie said with a bitter laugh.

"Hehe, even the lowest Eighth-rank Treasure could make an ordinary Thunder Tribulation Immortal go bankrupt. This kind of thing can only be inherited from the sect or elders, not something you buy with money—that’s just unrealistic!" After saying this, Mo Lanyun suddenly remembered something and quickly added, "Of course, that applies to ordinary cultivators, and you, senior brother, are clearly not one of them. You already have two Eighth-rank Treasures, plus three tokens that are as valuable as Eighth-rank Treasures. What can I say? You are amazing! I can’t get so many good things even in a thousand years!"

"Hehe, you’re over-praising me. You just stick to the rules too much; you haven’t robbed like I have everywhere!" Fang Lie suddenly smiled mischievously. "Why don’t I take you along next time I rob? I’ll make sure to share half the spoils with you!"

"Really?" Mo Lanyun asked curiously. "But our Mo Sect is a prestigious righteous sect; isn’t robbing something we shouldn’t do?"

"Robbing the righteous is definitely not acceptable, but the demonic sect doesn’t count!" Fang Lie laughed. "We’re ridding evil and protecting the way! Just fulfilling the righteous sect’s duty!"

"Oh, in that case, I—" Mo Lanyun was about to agree when her protector nearby gasped and quickly coughed twice, looking somewhat alarmed. "Fang Lie, your junior sister is still young and naïve. Just let her be! Don’t mislead her!"

Fang Lie instantly felt extremely awkward, his face turning red as he didn’t know what to say.

Meanwhile, Mo Lanyun frowned and called out, "Aunt Qing, what are you talking about? Ridding evil and protecting the way is our righteous duty, isn’t it? Senior brother isn’t wrong!"

"He’s not wrong, and he hasn’t done anything wrong, but the problem is, he can do it, you cannot!" Aunt Qing said sternly. "Lanyun, remember, without the permission of an elder, you must not follow Fang Lie’s nonsense!"

"Why not?" Mo Lanyun pouted, feeling unfair. "His strength isn’t less than senior brother’s; why can he rid evil and protect the way, but I cannot?"

"Sigh~" Aunt Qing said, feeling both amused and troubled. "Because he has an undying nature! Do you?"

"Ah~" Mo Lanyun exclaimed. "Is ridding evil and protecting the way risky?"

"Isn’t that obvious?" Aunt Qing said with a bitter smile. "There are only eight major righteous sects, while the demonic sect has a whole ten factions! The current situation is that righteousness is waning while evil is rising. With his undying nature and three protective tokens, Fang Lie can kill whoever he wants, and those ancient demons can’t do anything about it. But you are different; you are a prized young lady. Although you have spiritual roots, you haven’t fully developed yet. What if something happens to you? What will we do?"

"How unfair! I want to rid evil and protect the way too!" Mo Lanyun turned to Fang Lie and said, "Senior brother, can’t you give me an undying nature too?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Lie was dumbfounded. He said with a wry smile, "Do you think this is something you just hand out like cabbages? The Cycle of Fire has existed since the Mo Sect was founded. Countless heroes have tried to enter it, but only I survived in the end. Even I had nine lives at stake; this undying nature is not easy to get! At least for now, I have no idea how!"

"Huh?" Aunt Qing’s eyes lit up upon hearing this. She quickly asked, "You have no idea now? Does that mean you might have a way later?"

"Perhaps!" Fang Lie said lightly, not continuing to elaborate.

But he understood in his heart; he might not be able to give someone an undying nature but helping others to resurrect shouldn’t be too hard. Since the Mo Sect has the Puppet That Dies in Place, then the Mo Ancestor who created it must have left behind similar divine skills.

From Fang Lie’s Healing Art, he could already heal others. So perhaps, at some point, he would possess the divine skill to help others resurrect.

Of course, these were simply Fang Lie’s guesses. Out of curiosity, he specially contacted Old Bird in his consciousness sea and asked, "Bird Bro, does the Divine Phoenix Nirvana Scripture have any divine skills to help others resurrect?"

"Of course it does!" Old Bird laughed. "Your Nirvana Fire Seed can only be used by you for now, but once your Qi Sea reaches 120 miles, you can refine a Nirvana Fire Seed for someone else to use, giving them a chance at Nirvana Rebirth after they die!"

"Wow, that’s a great thing! But~" Fang Lie then frowned and said, "Resurrection on the spot isn’t safe; if the enemy is too strong and can kill you once, they can kill you again. Resurrection won’t help in that case!"

"Well, once your Qi Sea reaches 500 miles, you will have another special divine skill that allows you to fuse someone’s blood essence into a Nirvana Fire Seed, creating a unique Nirvana True Fire Seed. Place this in a safe location, and when you die, you can resurrect with it. This is similar to the Gate of All Mysteries of the Xuan Sect, providing a complete resurrection without a trace of influence!"

"Oh wow~" Fang Lie suddenly felt extremely overjoyed and said, "Isn’t this just an upgraded version of the Puppet That Dies in Place? Selling it for the price of a Seventh-rank Treasure would be absolutely fine! No, it should be at the price of an Eighth-rank Treasure since this is a flawless resurrection. Just thinking about Mo Lanyun, she’d definitely buy it and could definitely afford it!"

Fang Lie and Old Bird’s conversation was all in the consciousness sea, and the others didn’t notice.

Seeing Fang Lie’s confident expression, Aunt Qing was taken aback. She quickly asked, "Fang Lie, how sure are you? Can you share it with us?"

"If I say ten out of ten, would you believe me?" Fang Lie teased.

Aunt Qing’s face changed, and then she waved her hand gently, commanding, "Everyone else, leave!"

In the next moment, all the numerous attendants and guards serving in the pavilion, who were all Mo Lanyun’s servants, left together. There were enough of them, two or three hundred in total.

Mi Qing and Little Peach Red initially didn’t want to leave, but under Aunt Qing’s stern gaze, they grew uneasy and eventually departed.

When only the three remained in the pavilion, Aunt Qing spoke gravely, "How does your resurrection method compare to the Puppet That Dies in Place?"

"It surpasses it entirely—equivalent to the Xuan Sect’s Gate of All Mysteries!" Fang Lie declared with pride.

"Ah!" Aunt Qing’s breath hitched. "Truly? How… how do you possess such an extraordinary divine skill?"

"Aren’t you aware of the Cycle of Fire and my origins?" Fang Lie retorted coldly. "Nirvana fire revives the dead and mends bones—it’s the sacred flame of reincarnation. Since I command this divine fire, why wouldn’t I wield resurrection?"

"This is perfect!" Aunt Qing exclaimed. "Could you use it for my young lady when the time comes?"

"Certainly!" Fang Lie smirked. "One Eighth-rank Treasure."

"An Eighth-rank Treasure?" Aunt Qing cried. "This is robbery!"

"Only realizing now?" Fang Lie feigned surprise. "I’ve always been known as formidable!"

Aunt Qing’s face tightened before she sighed. "How long until you master this skill?"

"My cultivation is still weak," Fang Lie said bitterly. "I need at least a five-hundred-mile Qi Sea."

"At your current cultivation speed, that’s three to five years," Aunt Qing calculated. "Very well. I’ll reserve a spot for Lanyun. Once you’re capable, we proceed immediately."

"Agreed," Fang Lie nodded. "Now, shall we settle payment first?"

"Pay upfront?" Aunt Qing gaped. "Nothing’s even begun! How ruthless!"

"Delay payment, and I won’t honor your reservation. If others claim the slot first, don’t blame me," Fang Lie said lightly.

"Hmph!" Aunt Qing scoffed. "Few can afford your price!"

"For some, I charge nothing," Fang Lie grinned. "My four younger siblings, for instance—I’ll prioritize them regardless."

Aunt Qing paled. "How frequently can this divine skill be used?"

Resurrection defied the heavens, demanding immense cost. Even a divine skill couldn’t be wielded freely.

Fang Lie chuckled. "Unclear. Once a year? Once every two? Who knows?"

Once yearly meant four years for four siblings. Aunt Qing couldn’t wait. As Mo Lanyun’s talent blossomed, she drew global attention. Those opposing Mo Sect’s rise schemed in shadows.

Mo Lanyun’s near-fatal injury reeked of conspiracy. Over a dozen guards vanished mysteriously, still missing. Only a fool would deny foul play.

Moreover, Mo Sect’s Puppet That Dies in Place would ruin Mo Lanyun’s spiritual roots. Aunt Qing desperately sought a flawless resurrection method—swiftly.

"This is critical," Aunt Qing said solemnly. "You’ll return to the sect soon. We’ll discuss this properly then."

"Very well," Fang Lie smiled. "Rumors say the Lost Forest teems with peril. Other sects send Golden Pool realm Inner Elite Disciples—supreme strength. Without an Eighth-rank Treasure for Protectiveness, I’d feel uneasy."

"Relax," Aunt Qing said wryly. "Chances are, you’ll get your wish."

"Hehe!" Fang Lie grinned triumphantly.

Mo Lanyun frowned. "Senior Brother, your laugh sounds devious!"

"Ah!" Fang Lie flushed, hastily excused himself, and fled.