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    Chapter 530: The Green Bamboo Zen Staff

    Fang Lie felt like showing off. With a grin, he presented his treasures for Mo Qianxun’s appraisal.

    Mo Qianxun, having lived over a thousand years, examined each item while casually explaining their origins. Though all were valuable, the Semi-Immortal merely nodded approvingly—until he reached the final object.

    It was a five-foot bamboo staff with fresh green leaves, appearing freshly cut from a Bamboo Forest. Fang Lie sensed its uniqueness but dismissed it as ordinary.

    Mo Qianxun’s face paled as he grasped it. "Impossible! How could this be here?"

    Fang Lie perked up. "What’s special about it? Looks like any bamboo stick!"

    "Exactly!" Mo Qianxun chuckled dryly. "Ordinary bamboo transformed into an Eighth-Rank High-Grade treasure! Only supreme skill could achieve this."

    "Eighth-Rank?!" Fang Lie gaped. "Don’t high-grade treasures require rare materials?"

    "Usually," Mo Qianxun conceded. "But exceptions exist. This Green Bamboo Zen Staff rivals Ninth-Rank Treasures in value. You’ve stumbled upon Great Thunder Sound Temple’s greatest humiliation!"

    As Mo Qianxun explained the staff’s history—the Founding Ancestor’s companion, its spiritual awakening through Buddhist power, its status as the abbot’s Token—Fang Lie’s eyes widened.

    "Then how was it lost?"

    "Ten thousand years ago," Mo Qianxun sneered, "their abbot vanished. Now we know—Ten-Thousand Gu Sect ambushed him. Imagine their shame when you parade this stolen heirloom!"

    Fang Lie grinned. "Let’s visit Great Thunder Sound Temple immediately—"

    A glowing message interrupted them. Mo Qianxun caught it, then smirked. "Dongfang Weiming approaches. The Ten-Thousand Gu Sect’s ally comes begging."

    When the Dongfang Family Head entered, his eyes immediately locked on Fang Lie. "So this is the youth who emptied Ten-Thousand Gu Sect’s vaults?"

    Mo Qianxun feigned scolding. "Rash boy! Though he did leave their Ninth-Rank Treasures untouched…"

    Dongfang Weiming’s eyelid twitched at the jest. "Your ‘mercy’ has still crippled them. Their Nascent Soul energy nears collapse."

    Fang Lie exchanged knowing glances with Mo Qianxun. The real negotiation had begun.

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