Chapter 503

Chapter 503: The Treacherous Bald Devils

When Fang Lie heard about the problem with his Central World, anxiety surged through him. This was the precious land he’d obtained from the Great Thunder Sound Temple after sacrificing numerous Eighth-Rank treasures, including the Eighteen Arhats!

A world so vast, brimming with resources—if properly developed, its riches could be unimaginable. This Central World was exceptionally rare, saturated with Spiritual Energy, a treasure unseen for centuries. Even Thunder Tribulation Immortals and Semi-Immortals burned with envy at Fang Lie’s luck.

Under normal circumstances, such a world would’ve been guarded as a sect’s foundational asset, untradeable even for ten Eighth-Rank treasures. Yet here it was—tainted.

Mo Wanfang wore a guilty expression as he explained, "Those bald devils from the Great Thunder Sound Temple planted a spatial crack linking to the Demonic Realm!"

"What?" Fang Lie froze.

The Demonic Realm—home to endless hordes of demons, including Supreme True Demons rivaling True Cultivators in power. A single such entity could obliterate entire worlds, reducing Semi-Immortals to dust.

Though their true forms rarely crossed realms due to the immense cost, the Demonic Realm’s armies ceaselessly invaded other worlds, corrupting them with Demonic Energy until they collapsed into the Demonic Realm itself.

A spatial crack connecting to the Mo Sect meant one thing: invasion. Failure to repel it would doom the Central World.

Fang Lie’s voice rose. "We Inspected it during the transaction! How did we miss such a massive flaw?"

"We were careless," Mo Wanfang admitted. "The Central World spans tens of millions of miles. Inspecting it fully would take centuries. We only checked the area near the spatial teleportation point. Since the Great Thunder Sound Temple is a righteous sect, we trusted their integrity."

"For months, all was quiet. Then scattered Demons appeared. Tracking them led us to a hidden spatial crack twenty million miles from the teleportation site—artificially created and sealed with Buddhist divine skills. The seal was meant to hold for a century… but someone remotely broke it six months ago." Mo Wanfang’s gaze sharpened. "Coinciding with your Arena battles in Wanxing Sea."

"VIP Sir!" Fang Lie cursed. "The Great Thunder Sound Temple discovered I’d tricked them with the Past King Fist inheritance. They couldn’t wait a century for revenge!"

"Exactly," Mo Wanfang sighed. "Why provoke them after securing your gains?"

"Father-in-law, that crack existed from the start!" Fang Lie retorted. "They planned this trap all along. At least their haste exposed it early. Imagine the disaster if I’d invested everything before their strike!"

Mo Wanfang grimaced. "True. Now the Central World’s doomed."

"Can’t we seal the crack?"

"Nearly impossible," Mo Wanfang said. "These aren’t ordinary Demons—they’re weaponized entities: Flying Swords, blades, spears, halberds. Individually, they’re manageable—Fourth to Seventh-Rank threats. But their numbers… like locust swarms. Even I’d be reduced to Thousand Cuts within half an hour."

Fang Lie inhaled sharply. Mo Wanfang—future Mo Sect Leader, Purple Palace cultivation, Golden Pool Qi Sea spanning ten thousand miles—was no mortal. If he couldn’t survive, the situation was dire.

"Any solution?"

"The Great Thunder Sound Temple controls the seal," Mo Wanfang said. "If they close the crack, we can purge the Demons in a decade. Then resealing it would be trivial."

"Those bald devils won’t cooperate easily."

"Hence this meeting." Mo Wanfang gestured forward. "Bai Lian Chan Master and Sect Leader Mo Qianxun await."

*

In a windswept pavilion, Fang Lie bowed to Mo Qianxun before glaring at Bai Lian Chan Master. "Master, your schemes shame the Great Thunder Sound Temple."

Bai Lian Chan Master smiled lightly. "Our reputation needs no defending. You sold us a treasureless ruin; we sold you a world with… extras. We’re still more honorable."

"Shameless!" Fang Lie spat. "You begged for that transaction! I never guaranteed treasures remained! But you hid the spatial crack—fraud!"

"And you didn’t loot Chongming Ancient Temple beforehand?" Bai Lian Chan Master countered. "You knew it was empty yet tricked us. Who’s the fraud?"

Fang Lie reddened. "You agreed willingly!"

"Enough!" Bai Lian Chan Master snapped. "That debacle made me a global joke. I’m only negotiating now out of respect for Mo Sect. Return the Past King Fist’s Banana Leaf Golden Scripture and the Wonderful Bodhi Tree, and we’ll seal the crack."

"Extortion!" Fang Lie roared. "I traded treasures fairly for that world!"

"They’re Buddhist treasures rightfully ours," Bai Lian Chan Master said coldly. "We’re gifting you a Central World. Be grateful."

"Grateful? For your sabotage?"

"Recall how you obtained the Eighteen Arhats," Bai Lian Chan Master hissed. "Your ‘righteous’ ambush on my disciple!"

"Rogue disciple? Convenient excuse!"

Mo Qianxun finally interjected, "Enough squabbling. Bai Lian, state your true terms."

The Chan Master straightened. "Two options: return our treasures, or watch your Central World fall to the Demonic Realm."

Fang Lie’s fists clenched. Around them, the wind howled like laughing demons.