Chapter 632

Chapter 632: Beginning the Revenge

Mo Qianxun handed Fang Lie a jade token and grinned, "This map shows the Ximen family clan’s territory—their core towns, mines, herb gardens, and such. We’ve pieced it together over generations. Not perfect, but covers seventy to eighty percent!"

"Perfect!" Fang Lie barked a laugh. "After twenty years of closed-door training, I’ve picked up some nasty divine skills. Time to test them!"

"Take these too." Mo Qianxun shoved a bundle of bamboo leaves at him, face dark. "My three-century stockpile. Use every last one. Make those Ximen fools regret messing with VIP Sir Mo!"

Hearing the venom in Mo Qianxun’s voice, Fang Lie frowned. "Bad blood between you?"

"The worst kind." Mo Qianxun’s smile turned icy. "When your father got framed, East Kunlun rubbed our faces in it. I nearly challenged Sword God himself! But those two Ximen bastards intercepted me, flexing their three Semi-Immortal relatives. What could I do? Let them smear us? Your father’s shame became the Mo Sect’s laughingstock!"

"Now they dare send threats again, ordering me around like some servant!" Mo Qianxun’s fist cracked the table. "If I stood a chance against those Semi-Immortal cockroaches, I’d have crushed them already! Boy, the Ximen clan’s our shared enemy. Got it?"

"Got it." Fang Lie’s voice shook. "So that’s why you stayed quiet. I thought you didn’t care."

"Care? Your fool father was still Mo Sect’s genius!" Mo Qianxun snapped. "Letting outsiders bully him slapped my face. You think I enjoy public humiliation?"

"Enough!" Fang Lie’s rage erupted. "Ximen clan dies. Or I do."

He stormed out without looking back.

Mo Wanfang materialized as Fang Lie left, worry creasing his brow. "Father, the Ximen clan has two Semi-Immortals, countless experts! Sending Fang Lie alone is suicide!"

"Fool!" Mo Qianxun scoffed. "That ‘boy’ could flatten me. With one hand, I crush ten Thunder Tribulation Immortals. With Wisdom Token, a hundred! Yet Fang Lie makes me kneel. Know why?"

"Impossible! He’s just—"

"Just what? A weakling?" Mo Qianxun snorted. "Alone, he’s barely Thunder Tribulation level. But he’s got undying nature and over a hundred blood clones at full strength! Imagine—a hundred near-Thunder Tribulation madmen who don’t fear death! Even I’d flee. For factions with territory? Nightmare fuel."

"Single experts can run. But major powers?" Mo Qianxun smirked. "Where they gonna hide? Fang Lie won’t fight Semi-Immortals head-on. He’ll gut their weak spots. The Ximen clan poked a deathless hornet’s nest!"

Mo Wanfang paled. "But—"

Meanwhile, Fang Lie charged toward the teleportation array, avoiding home entirely. How could he face Mao Mao after boasting about arriving in a peak eighth-rank treasure ship, only to get killed and lose it all?

Gritting his teeth at the teleportation array’s glow, he hissed, "Damn Ximen clan! I’ll turn your world upside down!"

The array deposited him in a border town near Ximen territory—direct routes blocked by the feud between Mo Sect and Ximen clan.

Hiring a guide, Fang Lie sought information brokers. The Ximen map showed locations, but not personnel.

‘Ximen Qingdong,’ Fang Lie seethed. ‘Steal my treasure, kill me, frame me for tomb desecration? Can’t touch you, but your spawn…’

A day later, intel in hand: The Ximen clan’s 1.2-million-li territory had its central zone locked down by protective arrays. Outer areas held dozens of towns, mines, herb gardens—all lightly guarded by complacent forces.

Ximen Qingdong’s lineage controlled a medium-sized northwestern town. Fang Lie raced there.

Three nights later, he stood below Qinqiu Mountain. Its flattened peak hosted a bustling town protected by Formations and a Fire Tribulation Immortal guardian—theoretically secure against Thunder Tribulation assaults.

But millennia of peace bred laxity. Of thirty-six Formation core eyes, half lacked proper guards. Defensive towers were rented as shops, their protections neglected.

Fang Lie’s clones infiltrated easily. Too easily. Suspecting traps, he hesitated until all clones confirmed—no ambush. Just staggering incompetence.

"Heaven destroys the reckless," Fang Lie muttered as hundreds of clones raised hands. "Void Space Annihilation Slash!"