Chapter 505

Chapter 505: A Twist in the Path

Watching Bai Lian Chan Master depart, Mo Qianxun wore a guilty expression as he told Fang Lie, "This was my failure. I never imagined the Great Thunder Sound Temple would stoop so low! To tamper with traded goods and brazenly display their deceit—utterly shameless! This isn’t over!"

"Not over?" Fang Lie raised an eyebrow. "Didn’t you accept the Mo Token, pledging to stay out of this? Are you breaking your word?"

"Impossible! They may lack honor, but the Mo Sect won’t tarnish its reputation. The Mo Token represents our highest credibility—no trifling matter!" Mo Qianxun chuckled. "I merely vowed not to interfere with this specific trade, not that I’d ignore their insult! Humiliating me before a junior? I won’t let this slide!"

"Ha!" Fang Lie sneered. "How exactly will you retaliate? Declare war?"

"War’s unnecessary. Trade sanctions suffice!" Mo Qianxun coldly declared. "Wanfang! Issue the order—halt all transactions with the Great Thunder Sound Temple immediately! Cut off their White Jade Divine Fish quotas too!"

"At once!" Mo Wanfang hurried to comply.

Fang Lie shrugged. "Is that all? Barely scratches their pride. What does the Great Thunder Sound Temple even need from us?"

"You’re mistaken," Mo Qianxun countered. "Before your rise, our sects had little exchange. But since your arrival, Mo Sect’s lower-tier spirit pill output increased tenfold. We began selling surpluses—they’d negotiated a major deal with us. Now it’s void!"

"Your spirit liquid trade also thrives. Even Thunder Tribulation Immortals covet it. Though few Great Thunder Sound Temple elders approached you yet, their interest would’ve grown. Now? They’ll get nothing!"

"Still not enough to cripple them!" Fang Lie grumbled. "I lost multiple eighth-rank treasures for nothing—especially the Eighteen Arhats set! I must recover this loss!"

Mo Qianxun flushed. "By rights, I should compensate you. But truthfully, I lack even a single eighth-rank top-grade treasure set. I can’t repay you."

"I know you tried." Fang Lie waved dismissively. "The Fang Family doesn’t bite helping hands. You meant well—that’s enough."

Mo Qianxun looked moved. "Very well. Let me aid you one last time to ease my conscience."

"Aid how?"

"Harvesting that Central World’s demon weapons!" Mo Qianxun’s eyes gleamed. "Don’t you know weapon-type demons are priceless?"

"Valuable?" Fang Lie frowned. "When I suppressed the Small Demon Cave, demon corpses were worthless—barely fit for scavengers. Only high-tier Demon Kings had usable parts."

"These differ!" Mo Qianxun explained. "Weapon demons are rare and intelligent. Properly subdued, they become peerless guardians! Dormant as ordinary objects until danger strikes—then they slaughter foes autonomously!"

"Truly?" Fang Lie leaned forward. "How potent?"

"Exceptionally!" Mo Qianxun affirmed. "Demons excel at combat, weapon-types most of all. Below seventh-rank, they surpass equivalent treasures and Flying Swords—their innate intelligence lets them fight optimally without guidance!"

"Legends tell of twelve Full Moon Demon Blades subjugated millennia ago. When unleashed, they devastated entire battlefields alone. Were they plentiful, the Four Great Outer Paths might’ve become Five!"

"So my Central World’s a treasure vault?" Fang Lie’s voice rose. "How much are they worth?"

"Pricier than top-grade same-rank treasures!" Mo Qianxun grinned. "Your world teems with third-to-seventh-rank demon weapons! Capture some, and wealth follows!"

"Then why hasn’t the sect harvested them?" Fang Lie demanded.

"We can’t!" Mo Qianxun sighed. "Weapon demons hunt in swarms—living tempests devouring all life. They absorb victims’ blood essence and soul power to grow stronger. Even Fire Tribulation Immortals avoid their hordes! Only your undying nature lets you risk harvesting them."

"Wait—" Fang Lie’s eyes narrowed. "What if you intervened personally?"

"Me?" Mo Qianxun smirked. "Within that Central World? I’d harvest them like wheat!"

"Truly?" Fang Lie pressed.

"Would I jest?" Mo Qianxun huffed. "You doubt a Semi-Immortal’s power?"

"Not doubting!" Fang Lie quickly amended. "I’ve a plan! We might reclaim that entire world!"

"Explain."

"Recall the White Bone World-Breaking Gate in Iron-Walled Jin City?" Fang Lie’s grin turned sly. "What if we lured the demons here instead?"

"Clever…" Mo Qianxun mused. "But weapon demons sense danger. They won’t charge blindly through a portal."

"Even with this?" Fang Lie produced two iridescent droplets.

"True Demon Blood?!" Mo Qianxun’s laughter boomed. "Brilliant! I’d forgotten these! Even the wisest demons turn witless before this temptation!"

Fang Lie recalled the Small Demon Cave incident—how these droplets maddened Demon Kings into suicidal charges despite certain death.

"Break the second seal," Mo Qianxun urged, snatching the droplets, "and their allure will span a hundred thousand miles! Prepare your gate—we’ll empty that Central World of every last demon weapon!"

"Then let’s begin!" Fang Lie grinned fiercely.

Mo Qianxun’s answering chuckle promised stormy days ahead for the Great Thunder Sound Temple.