Chapter 472

Chapter 472: Obtaining Another Treasured Item

Upon hearing this, Fang Lie shot Mo Qianxun a sidelong glance and said lightly, "Are you certain your family requires so many Nirvana Fire Pools?"

"This…" Mo Qianxun hesitated briefly before asking, "How many Nirvana Fire Seeds can one Nirvana Fire Pool sustain?"

"The stronger the host, the greater the fire seed consumption. Based on Lanyun’s standard, a single Nirvana Fire Pool can support over a hundred fire seeds of her caliber," Fang Lie replied flatly. "But as far as I recall, your family obtained only one fire seed from me, correct?"

"No matter! You’ll simply need to work harder from now on!" Mo Wanfang interjected hastily. "The Mo family has hundreds of disciples. Even a thousand fire seeds might not suffice!"

"Hmph." Fang Lie snorted dismissively, refusing to engage further.

Mo Qianxun, ever shrewd, quickly grasped the issue. Frowning, he chided, "What nonsense are you spouting? Crafting a single Lanyun-tier Nirvana Fire Seed takes Fang Lie months. A thousand would demand centuries!"

"Ah, indeed—Fang Lie lacks that much time. Moreover, his prices are outrageous! A single fire seed costs a Seventh-rank Treasure. Even our wealthy Mo family would be bankrupted by this extortion!" Mo Wanfang exclaimed, then added pointedly, "Young man, such greed won’t win my daughter’s hand!"

"Precisely!" Mo Qianxun pressed. "You must devise a solution. If not a thousand, at least a hundred—or even a few dozen?"

Even as he spoke, Mo Qianxun felt uneasy. Dozens of fire seeds would consume years of Fang Lie’s time—a grossly unfair demand.

Yet Fang Lie merely smiled. "Easily done. With sufficient reward, even a thousand are feasible."

"What?" Mo Qianxun blurted. "You’d abandon your cultivation? This would cripple your progress! If you need resources, speak plainly—no need for such drastic measures!"

"Indeed! I jested earlier!" Mo Wanfang backpedaled. "Even if you fail, I’ll still wed my daughter to you!"

"Worry not—I’m no fool." With a casual wave, Fang Lie announced, "Meet my blood clone. Call him Fang Lie Number Two."

An identical duplicate materialized beside him, indistinguishable in appearance and aura.

"Blood clone?" Mo Qianxun marveled. "Remarkable! It mirrors you perfectly. Can it wield all your abilities?"

"Absolutely," Fang Lie declared proudly. "He masters every skill I possess, though lacks my life-bound treasures. While weaker in direct combat, he excels in support roles—alchemy and fire seed crafting match my own prowess!"

"Marvelous!" Mo Qianxun’s eyes gleamed. "This divine skill effectively doubles your strength! Such a supreme technique—where did you acquire it?"

"My own creation!" Fang Lie boasted. "I fused the Ancient Heroic Souls’ blood clone method with my Nirvana Fire Seed art to forge this supreme divine skill!"

"You invented this?!" Mo Wanfang gaped.

Mo Qianxun stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Fascinating. Two prerequisites: the Ancient Heroic Souls’ clone technique and your fire seeds. Seems manageable?"

"Hardly," Fang Lie countered. "The blood clone is among the Ancient Heroic Souls’ most guarded secrets, unlike their widely shared Great Unity Technique. As for my fire seeds—they’re costly and usable only by those below Fire Tribulation Immortal."

"No matter!" Mo Qianxun waved dismissively. "I’ll bide my time. For now, prioritize Lanyun and Mao Mao. With clones guarding them, their combat strength and survivability would soar! You can teach them, yes?"

"For my wives? Certainly. The Ancient Heroic Souls permit this. Others? Impossible." Fang Lie shrugged.

"Leave the rest to me!" Mo Qianxun declared. "The Ancient Heroic Souls will grant me face—at least for our Inner Elite Disciples. Imagine hundreds of clones per disciple! Rival sects’ Core Inner Gate Disciples would crumble before our elites!"

"Don’t fantasize," Fang Lie doused his enthusiasm. "Clones require Third Eye Blood—the rarest Original Essence Blood. Each drop takes a year to regenerate. Besides me, who could mass-produce them?"

"Ah." Mo Qianxun chuckled ruefully. "My greed overreaches. Still, even three clones per disciple would suffice for critical tasks."

"Clones lack treasure augmentation—their power’s limited," Fang Lie reminded.

"Fool!" Mo Qianxun scoffed. "Equip them with specialized Flag Gate Formations!"

"Brilliant!" Fang Lie’s eyes lit up. "Grand Uncle, where’s that Zhou Tian Star Flag set West Kunlun promised?"

"Here." Mo Qianxun tossed over 360 banners, envy tinging his voice. "Thirty-six Seventh-rank top-grade main flags, the rest Seventh-rank mid-grade. Combined, they’d challenge even me! With 360 clone operators, you’d approach invincibility!"

"Easier said. Controlling clones strains divine sense. I manage eight at most," Fang Lie admitted.

"Eight?!" Mo Qianxun brightened. "Lend me half!"

"Dream on! Two’s your limit—I need reserves," Fang Lie retorted.

"Two suffices," Mo Qianxun conceded. "But construct the Nirvana Fire Pool immediately!"

"Ugh. Knew you’d milk me dry." Fang Lie feigned resignation.

Mo Qianxun laughed heartily. "Enough theatrics! Your reward: the Central World coordinates from Great Thunder Sound Temple. Those bald devils tried palming off inferior goods, but I secured a prime world—Spiritual Energy-rich, verdant, nearly a Great Thousand World! They’d fought over it for decades—now it’s yours! Their regret must be exquisite!"

Peals of laughter filled the chamber.

"Dao soldiers already prepare the site," Mo Qianxun concluded. "Completion requires a year. Then it’s yours."

"My thanks." Fang Lie bowed. "The Nirvana Fire Pool is gratis. Two clones serve you for a century as repayment."

"Acceptable." Mo Qianxun nodded. "Worthy of my efforts."