Chapter 613

Chapter 613: Grand Leader Chen Feng

"Little Qianxun?" Hearing this address, Fang Lie and Mo Wanfang froze momentarily before bursting into laughter.

Mo Qianxun, over a thousand years old, looked utterly ridiculous being called such a childish name.

Mo Qianxun himself wore a pained expression, shaking his head as he sighed, "Senior Chen Feng, while I remain your junior, I’ve lived for millennia. The ‘little’ feels… inappropriate."

"What’s the fuss? It’s just a nickname!" Chen Feng, the Zhu Xian Grand Leader, chuckled. "Given our bond, isn’t this fitting?"

"Fine, address me however you wish," Mo Qianxun conceded wearily.

Fang Lie suddenly interjected, "Bond? What bond could you possibly share?"

Both Mo Qianxun and Chen Feng turned to stare at Fang Lie like he’d sprouted a second head.

After a beat, Fang Lie smacked his forehead. "Right! The wealthiest sect and the deadliest assassin group—employer and mercenary!"

"More than that," Mo Qianxun corrected flatly. "We’re partners. They handle… messy tasks, while their payments circulate through our markets. Our families maintained this arrangement harmoniously for generations—until recently."

"Oh?" Chen Feng feigned innocence. "Have we ceased being friends?"

"Friends don’t ambush bloodlines, issue threats, or steal ancestral treasures," Mo Qianxun said coldly. "Wouldn’t you agree?"

"Ah, that misunderstanding!" Chen Feng’s eyes darted evasively. "Overzealous juniors acted without my knowledge. Our secret alliance meant most members were unaware, hence the… mishap."

"Mishap?" Mo Qianxun’s smile turned icy. "Was the Semi-Immortal’s threatening letter also a ‘mishap’?"

Chen Feng laughed awkwardly. "Merely aggressive negotiation! How about we drop the third demand?"

"Unacceptable." Mo Qianxun’s voice hardened. "After repeated schemes against Mo Sect, you demand compensation? Does age erode reason?"

"We’ve shown restraint!" Chen Feng’s demeanor sharpened. "No Thunder Tribulation Immortals slain, no soul-searched Semi-Immortals. Yet you retaliate disproportionately!"

"Restraint?" Mo Qianxun scoffed. "Targeting my grandson and stealing Seventh-rank blueprints—our foundation—is restraint?"

"No lasting harm was done," Chen Feng insisted.

"Then our response is equally harmless," Mo Qianxun retorted. "Consider your demands dismissed."

Chen Feng’s voice dropped menacingly. "Your global enterprises make tempting targets. Continued stubbornness will cost you dearly."

"And exposing Resentful Soul Cliff’s location would end Zhu Xian," Mo Qianxun countered cheerfully. "Permanently."

"You’ll never find it," Chen Feng snapped. "But we know every Mo Sect stronghold. Yield now, or bleed later."

Fang Lie suddenly shoved between them, jabbing a finger at Chen Feng’s face. "Screw your threats! Fight if you dare! Quit whining like some hag!"

"Pfft!" The Mo father-son duo choked back laughter.

"You insolent worm!" Chen Feng roared. "Mo Qianxun! Control your dog!"

Wiping laughter tears, Mo Qianxun said, "He’s no subordinate. As Benevolence Token’s heir, he outranks me. Frankly, your assassination attempt provoked this entire counterstrike—his idea, not mine."

"So you’re Fang Lie." Chen Feng’s glare could flay skin. "Arrogant pups die young."

"Yet here you stand, ancient and cowardly," Fang Lie shot back.

More snorts escaped the Mo family.

"Next meeting, boy," Chen Feng hissed, "ends differently."

"Three Semi-Immortals with Ninth-rank Treasures failed last time." Fang Lie smirked. "What can one shriveled relic do?"

Chen Feng’s jaw clenched.

Mo Qianxun stepped forward. "Enough. Senior, Fang Lie responds to respect, not threats. Your terms remain impossible."

"Perhaps ten thousand Mo deaths will change that," Chen Feng growled.

"Try," Fang Lie challenged. "We’ll buy your assassins’ heads—ten same-rank pills per kill. A Thunder Tribulation head? Eighth-rank Treasure reward."

Mo Wanfang gasped theatrically. "Even I’m tempted!"

"Fools!" Chen Feng sneered. "None know our bases."

"We’ll pay for intel too," Fang Lie added. "Seventh-rank Treasure per confirmed outpost."

Chen Feng paled. Assassin clients’ loose tongues could bleed Zhu Xian dry.

"Must this escalate?" Chen Feng finally muttered. "We were… partners."

"You struck first," Mo Qianxun stated.

"Strength decides truth!" Chen Feng rallied. "Zhu Xian and Shi Shen command over a dozen Semi-Immortals. Can Mo Sect match that?"