Chapter 620

Chapter 620: Fang Lie Leaves Closed-Door Training

"Enough nonsense! You squandered so many small spirit pearls—compensation is mandatory!" Mo Qianxun roared.

"Compensation’s fine if you return my Ninth-Rank Treasure, the Ming Yue Disk. Name any amount!" Fang Lie grinned.

"Preposterous!" Mo Qianxun snapped. "That was your entry fee! You think you can reclaim spent resources?"

"So you acknowledge I already paid?" Fang Lie smirked. "Why demand more?"

"You exceeded limits!" Mo Qianxun countered. "Thunder Tribulation Immortals consume tens of millions yearly—you used tenfold!"

"Your problem, not mine." Fang Lie shrugged. "Others paid less to enter. My higher fee justifies slight excess. Shouldn’t a Semi-Immortal Sect Leader rise above petty bean-counting?"

"I—" Mo Qianxun’s face flushed crimson.

Fang Lie swiftly changed topics. "Sect Leader, after twenty-five years—has much changed within Mo Sect?"

Mo Qianxun sighed defeatedly. "Internally stable, though your extravagance drained funds. Externally… dark clouds gather before the storm."

"After twenty-five years?" Fang Lie raised an eyebrow. "No conflict yet?"

"Locating Zhu Xian’s headquarters proves impossible." Mo Qianxun spread his hands. "Major sects only strike minor targets. Without certainty, they hesitate to commit."

"Then why the brewing tension?"

"Initially, they dismissed the deaths as low-level disciples. Zhu Xian’s apologies nearly ended matters." Mo Qianxun’s lips curled. "Then our traitor scandal leaked. Other sects launched internal purges—Semi-Immortals personally conducting soul searches!"

"Results shocked everyone. Zhu Xian’s moles stole core secrets." Mo Qianxun counted off fingers. "Our mechanical puppet blueprints. Ten-Thousand Gu Sect’s poison insect breeding methods. Great Thunder Sound Temple’s sound cultivation techniques. Even East Kunlun’s life-bound flying sword formulas!"

"Madness!" Fang Lie gasped. "Those secrets mean life or death! Provoking multiple sects simultaneously—"

"Zhu Xian claims responsibility lies with Wu Tong—a new Semi-Immortal Elder." Mo Qianxun explained. "Five centuries to reach Semi-Immortal status. At under a millennium old, he might challenge Sword God’s supremacy within two centuries."

"Ambitious fool planned everything—stealing secrets, planting high-ranking moles." Mo Qianxun’s eyes narrowed. "Eventually controlling sects through compromised leaders."

"Plausible?" Fang Lie questioned.

Mo Qianxun pondered. "Meticulously planned. Without disastrous luck, sixty percent success chance."

"Luck? He left incriminating records unguarded!" Fang Lie scoffed.

"You’re their jinx!" Mo Qianxun chuckled. "Zhu Xian’s bases stood unchallenged millennia. Storage areas self-destruct during intrusions—yet you struck too fast for countermeasures!"

"Serves them right." Fang Lie crossed his arms. "So sects rage impotently, lacking targets?"

"Precisely." Mo Qianxun nodded. "Zhu Xian and Shi Shen vanished—bases abandoned, operations ceased. Twenty years of silence leaves sects frustrated."

"Let them simmer." Fang Lie’s eyes glinted. "In seventy-five years, I’ll defeat Zhu Xian’s Grand Leader, seize their coordinates, and unleash the sects’ wrath!"

"Cease boasting!" Mo Qianxun rolled eyes. "With your Qi Sea realm at—" He paused, activating inspection divine skill. "Sixty-eight thousand li? How?!"

"Disappointing, really." Fang Lie scowled. "Best spirit pills and treasures for twenty-five years, yet growth slows—barely two hundred li last year!"

"Obviously!" Mo Qianxun snapped. "Qi Sea expansion difficulty increases exponentially. Purple Palace Secret Realm’s assistance has limits. But how did you surpass Lanyun? Top-grade spiritual root, Mo family resources, my guidance—she plateaued at forty-three thousand li!"

Fang Lie smirked. "Talent matters."

"Nonsense!" Mo Qianxun gripped his shoulder, divine sense probing. "Flame Dragon spiritual root confirmed, but these Dao Patterns… Nirvana fire! Star gold! Jianmu Wood essence!" Realization dawned. "Your Innate Nascent Fetuses reshape you into quasi-Innate Dao Body? Heaven-defying cultivation!"

"Unique, aren’t I?" Fang Lie preened.

Mo Qianxun leaned forward urgently. "Final Qi Sea projection? Break eighty thousand li, match ancient legends, and Zhu Xian’s Great Elder becomes surmountable!"