Chapter 591

Chapter 591: Cruelly Ambushed

After hearing Mo Qianxun’s words, Mo Lanyun couldn’t help feeling envious. She had lost to the detestable Li Qingshi, missing out on this incredible opportunity.

Mo Qianxun noticed her gloom and comforted, "Don’t dwell on it. Even if you’d defeated Li Qingshi, Fang Lie would’ve been another challenge. Your senior brother isn’t ordinary!"

"Heh, true!" Mo Lanyun chuckled, recalling something. "Beating him is impossible. Who knows how many times he can resurrect? After two years in the Purple Palace Secret Realm, he’s got over a hundred clones. The fire seeds from those clones must total over a thousand. I’d collapse before killing a thousand senior brothers!"

"At least you understand," Mo Qianxun said wryly. "That boy’s truly abnormal. Others might think he lucked into victory, but we know he’s the real champion. Even Qing Feng from the Xuan Sect would likely lose to him! Fang Lie might be the strongest Celestial Platform Competition winner ever!"

Mo Lanyun nodded. "I’m still young. In ten years, I’ll only be in my twenties—still eligible. Champions can’t compete again, so I’ll win next time!"

"Perhaps," Mo Qianxun sighed.

"Grandfather, why that look?" Mo Lanyun frowned. "Who could challenge me then? I’ll have a vast Qi Sea, a Peak Eighth-Rank treasure, and multiple lives!"

Mo Qianxun hesitated. "For our sect, have you forgotten your Junior Sister?"

"Mao Mao?" Mo Lanyun groaned. "She’s absurd! While I train, she gulps spirit pearls to boost her Magic. Her mutated Plague Spirit Immortal roots surpass mine. Plus, she’s closer to Senior Brother Fang—she’ll have hundreds of fire seeds. I can’t win next time either!"

Mo Qianxun sighed. "I foresaw her rise. Luckily, she missed this competition, but next time, she’ll dominate."

"This was your best chance. You mastered the Self-Detonation of Spiritual Roots and wielded the Nirvana Fire Seed. I even gave you a Peak Eighth-Rank treasure to ensure victory!" He grimaced. "But Fang Lie emerged from nowhere! Mediocre talent, wasted years, yet the Benevolence Token helped him develop bizarre skills. He stole your opportunity!"

"Frankly," Mo Qianxun added, "I’d have eliminated him if he hadn’t agreed to marry you."

Mo Lanyun blushed. "When will Senior Brother emerge?"

"About a year. Let’s return now."

"Return? Shouldn’t we wait for him?"

"Wait?!" Mo Qianxun snapped. "A Semi-Immortal waiting a year? Preposterous!"

"But champions are escorted back to prevent ambushes!"

"True, to protect future Semi-Immortals. But Fang Lie’s undying nature deters assassins. Offending him invites relentless revenge. Everyone avoids him—no need for worries!"

"Right! Nobody would dare ambush him." Mo Lanyun smiled. "Let’s go. I’ll train harder to beat Junior Sister next time!"

"You’re close. With effort, you can win," Mo Qianxun said, steering the Glorious Heavenly Palace home.

Seasons passed. Over a year later, divine light flashed above the Celestial Platform, revealing Fang Lie with golden wings.

Dazed, he clutched Li Qingshi’s jade gourd—his rightful Spoils of War.

"This’ll make Abbot Mountain talk," he thought, storing the treasure.

Suddenly, an immense force paralyzed him, sealing his Magic and body—a Semi-Immortal-level Formation!

Despite his enhanced Qi Sea and Fire Tribulation Immortal-level Magic, Fang Lie hung helpless.

Rage burned within him. Before he could react, a sinister Curse amassed behind him—an ancient Left Dao technique, far deadlier than the Ghost Realm Sect’s past attempt.

This curse radiated Semi-Immortal-level terror. Panicking, Fang Lie reached out mentally—too late. Darkness consumed him.

He awoke naked in the Cycle of Fire, facing the Benevolence Token.

"Who ambushed me?!" he roared.

"Let me rest," a weary voice rasped from the token.

"Bird Bro! What happened?"

"Three Semi-Immortals, two Ninth-Rank curse treasures, and a mighty Formation ambushed us. The Mo Sect’s protective array barely saved your true seed. Without it, you’d be ashes!"

Fang Lie paled. "Who did this? I’ll annihilate them!"