Chapter 421

Chapter 421: Ready for Departure

Fang Lie and his brothers spent a lively day and night together. The next morning, just as they were about to continue their reunion, Mo Lanyun arrived unexpectedly early.

She handed Fang Lie a Seventh-rank Treasure and left behind a drop of her Original Essence Blood. She also relayed Mao Mao’s greetings.

Mao Mao had become extraordinary. Though her early progress lagged, her freakish ability to devour spirit stones compensated greatly. As the most talented disciple in Mo Sect, Mo Qianxun poured limitless resources into his Core Inner Gate Disciple, personally guiding her. He even called in favors to secure the perfect cultivation method for her—the *Plague Spirit Immortal True Scripture*!

Among countless Dao magics, only those named "Scripture" were supreme treasures pointing directly to the Dao. While inferior to Fang Lie’s *Divine Phoenix Nirvana Scripture*, it remained a rare sect treasure obtained at great cost.

Mao Mao’s resources dwarfed ordinary disciples’. Fang Lie had to expend immense effort to cultivate in the Jade Pool’s depths with high-grade spirit pills refined from heaven-and-earth spiritual energy. Yet Mao Mao received superior treatment without lifting a finger.

She cultivated at the Mo Ancestor’s ancient lecturing platform, imbued with lingering Dao insights from his teachings. There, one could grasp Heavenly Dao truths effortlessly, breaking through bottlenecks with ease. Her spirit pills, personally requested by Mo Qianxun from Xuan Sect, outclassed even the sect’s Core Inner Gate Disciple allotments.

Even her spirit stone indulgence was indulged—Mo Qianxun now fed her medium-sized wood-element spirit pearls, specially condensed to suit her needs.

Under such extravagance, Mao Mao thrived. Her Qi Sea expanded to 1,800 *li*, surpassing even Fang Lie’s Divine Marrow-enhanced progress!

Comparisons are truly humbling! Just yesterday, Fang Lie’s brothers boasted of his unmatched cultivation speed. Today, Mao Mao’s terrifying growth silenced them all. Fang Lie felt thoroughly defeated.

Even Mo Lanyun, sharing the same Immortal spiritual root and privileges, paled in comparison.

Mao Mao longed to return but stayed to avoid disappointing Mo Qianxun during her critical breakthrough. She hoped Fang Lie understood.

Fang Lie shook his head at the silly girl—how could he ever resent her? He entrusted Mo Lanyun with messages for Mao Mao before she departed.

Though Fang Lie wished to linger with his siblings, the approaching mission to Suppress a Small Demon Cave in three months forced him into closed-door training to craft Mao Mao’s Nirvana Fire Seed.

The process took nearly three months. Mo Lanyun’s formidable cultivation and Immortal spiritual root made forging the seed agonizingly difficult. Fang Lie nearly failed but persevered.

The result stunned him—instead of a fireball, the Nirvana Fire Seed manifested as a millet-sized water droplet shrouded in faint mist, enigmatic and profound.

Upon exiting seclusion, Fang Lei barely greeted his brothers before Mo Qianxun’s spatial teleportation yanked him to a tea room where Mo Qianxun, Mo Wanfang, and Mo Lanyun sat.

Dazed, Fang Lie glared at Mo Qianxun. "Why’d you drag me here? What good’s my Formation if it can’t block you?!"

Mo Qianxun chuckled awkwardly. "My divine skills are peerless!"

"Rubbish!" Fang Lie tossed a jade token aside. "It’s that broken toy’s fault! Take it back—I’m done with it!"

As he spoke, Fang Lie threw the leaf given by Mo Qianxun onto the table.

This leaf was a single-use life-saving treasure refined through Mo Qianxun’s ritual, containing a wisp of his divine sense. Through it, Mo Qianxun could precisely track Fang Lie’s location and freely communicate across vast distances.

More importantly, this tracking method allowed constant surveillance and even instant summoning through spells.

The fact Fang Lie got summoned immediately after exiting closed-door training was no coincidence – even a fool could tell something was wrong.

Fang Lie valued his privacy and hated being dragged around like poultry. Despite the leaf’s life-saving properties, he discarded it without hesitation.

With his undying nature, death held no terror for him anyway!

Having his scheme exposed, Mo Qianxun felt somewhat embarrassed. Unable to apologize properly before juniors, he signaled Mo Wanfang with his eyes.

Mo Wanfang immediately understood and said with forced laughter, "Come now Fang Lie, no need for such formality. Keep the leaf first – let me explain. You vanished for three months of closed-door training right before our departure! We needed confirmation!"

"We secured those valuable mission slots through great effort," Mo Wanfang continued while returning the leaf, "If you missed this, where could we find replacements?"

"Hmph," Fang Lie snorted. "Just this once. Next time, ask permission before dragging me around like some stray animal!"

"Of course," chuckled Mo Qianxun. "My impatience got the better of me. Now – is the preparation complete?"

"Here!" Fang Lie tossed a water droplet onto the table, complaining, "Three months wasted! Do you know how many Seventh-rank Treasures I could’ve earned in that time?"

The Mo father-son duo laughed awkwardly while Lanyun blushed crimson with embarrassment.

Their attention now focused on the droplet.

"Why water?" Mo Wanfang frowned. "Shouldn’t it be a fire seed? Is this some joke?"

Before Fang Lie could retort, Mo Qianxun interjected gravely: "Fool! This appears liquid but contains pure Nirvana fire! The Spiritual Energy and life signatures within match Lanyun’s perfectly. I’m convinced."

"Then how’s it used?" Mo Wanfang asked.

"Two methods," Fang Lie explained. "First, implant it. Upon death, it triggers resurrection on the spot at full strength – great for surprising attackers. I’ve done this myself."

"Second, store a soul fragment within and keep it somewhere safe. Death triggers the fire seed’s Nirvana Rebirth."

"Convenient," Mo Wanfang nodded. "But carrying it risks destruction. Better keep it home."

"Temporary storage works," Fang Lie countered, "But prolonged exposure to worldly energies weakens the Nirvana fire, reducing resurrection strength and talent. Carrying it maintains power through bodily nourishment."

"Then build us a Nirvana fire pool!" Mo Qianxun demanded. "Cost is no issue!"

"Impossible," Fang Lie shrugged. "Nirvana fire’s purity rejects all contamination. Even Mo Sect’s purest energies contain trace impurities. Maintaining it requires spatial divine skill to create absolute purity – beyond my current capabilities."

"When then?"

"When my Qi Sea expands to five thousand li. Then I can create such pools."

"We’ll wait," Mo Qianxun conceded. "With your abnormal growth rate, mere years. Meanwhile, I’ve arranged special protections for Lanyun’s mission."

"Good. When do we depart?"

"Originally three days ago," Mo Qianxun blinked. "We leave immediately. Half an hour to settle affairs – sufficient?"

"Ridiculous timing!" Fang Lie cursed. "Well? Send me back already!"