Chapter 634

Chapter 634: Crazy Looting

"Hahaha~" Nearly a hundred Fang Lie clones laughed heartily in the emptied town, finally releasing the frustration caused by Ximen Qingdong’s attack.

Without wasting time, Fang Lie eagerly began plundering.

Though this was merely a medium-sized Ximen family clan town, it rivaled large towns elsewhere. Dozens of Seventh and Eighth-Rank Treasure Towers stood tall, each filled with valuables now belonging to Fang Lie.

The clones scattered swiftly, looting without mercy.

Fang Lie felt uneasy. The town’s teleportation array depended on the ruined protective array, but nearby cities’ arrays still worked. News had likely spread, and Ximen experts were surely mobilizing.

This clan rivaled major sects—boasting two Semi-Immortals, nearly twenty Thunder Tribulation Immortals, and Ninth-Rank Treasures!

Fang Lie feared not the Thunder Tribulation Immortals—even if defeated, he could escape. But Ninth-Rank Treasures wielded Semi-Immortal power. A hundred Fang Lies would be crushed without escape.

He came for revenge, not death. Escape was essential before reinforcements arrived—likely within half an hour.

With no time for thorough searches, Fang Lie tore entire Treasure Towers from their foundations, stuffing them into storage treasures. When full, he sent them via Sending-Home Art to Mo Sect’s Cycle of Fire.

Even with dozens working, Fang Lie summoned another hundred clones, totaling two hundred. Fifty stormed the City lord’s mansion for its treasure vault while others ransacked streets.

These 25 years hadn’t been wasted—Fang Lie had perfected his Magic and divine skills. His blood clones numbered over five hundred, though his soul could only command three hundred at once.

Three hundred fearless clones formed a devastating force. Their destructive potential was Fang Lie’s true advantage against the Ximen clan.

Meanwhile, in the Cycle of Fire, the old bird stared dumbfounded as storage treasures piled up. It muttered bitterly, "I’m the Benevolence Token preaching kindness! Yet my Token Lord acts like a bandit! Before, you stole trinkets—now you openly loot entire towns? Shameful!"

"Spare the act!" Fang Lie scoffed, tossing a ring. "If you disapprove, reject my goods—especially these!"

The old bird sniffed, "I’ve seen countless treasures. Why care for your scraps?" Yet it Inspected the ring and instantly brightened. "Scorn me all you want! Got more Eighth-Rank Spirit Jade? Give it ALL!"

The reason? Spirit Jade’s unique capacity to store Spiritual Energy made it vital for Mo Sect warships. Their core energy pools relied on this rare material—the more Jade, the longer battleships could fight. Limited supplies had forced brief combat endurance… until now.

If they needed more, they’d have to burn spirit stones. But battles between cultivators often lasted for hours, sometimes even days. What could a mere half-hour accomplish?

Burning spirit stones was too costly. Normally, firing a single shot from an Eighth-Rank Mechanical Cannon consumed a hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones. An Eighth-Rank warship might have over a dozen such cannons. One volley would devour an entire mountain of spirit stones! This showed how terrifying their consumption could be.

Though Mo Sect possessed massive warships, they rarely deployed them in battle. The reason was simple – the astronomical spirit stone expenditure during warfare. Even Mo Sect, renowned for its wealth, couldn’t sustain such costs.

But if Mo Sect obtained vast quantities of high-grade Spirit Jade to expand their core energy pools tenfold or even a hundredfold, everything would change.

The Spiritual Energy stored in core energy pools came freely, needing only time to accumulate from the Nascent Soul Furnace.

Then Mo Sect’s grand fleet could mobilize freely. With overwhelming power, they could battle entire days without spending a single spirit stone. Victory meant massive gains; retreat carried no losses.

This advantage alone could exhaust any major sect.

Thus, the quantity of high-grade Spirit Jade directly determined Mo Sect’s combat strength. This was why the old bird abandoned all dignity to confiscate Fang Lie’s Spoils of War.

Fang Lie had anticipated this. He chuckled slyly, "So Bird Bro’s a money-grubber too, huh?"

"Rubbish! I serve the sect, not wealth!" the old bird squawked. "Stop chatting! Search faster – there must be more Spirit Jade here!"

"How’d you know that?" Fang Lie pressed curiously.

"Only three to five Spirit Jade sources exist worldwide," the old bird said bitterly. "None belong to Mo Sect. The Ximen family clan controls the largest deposit. They drip-fed us small quantities annually at exorbitant prices. I’m certain they possess a Mineral Vein but limit mining to bleed us slowly."

"Then why mine heavily now?" Fang Lie wondered.

"Simple. You’ve produced White Jade Divine Fish, spirit pills, Spirit Liquid – treasures even Thunder Tribulation Immortals covet. The Ximen clan watches hungrily but can’t obtain them. Trading this Spirit Jade hoard became their only option. Even our Sect Leader couldn’t refuse such an offer!" The old bird cackled. "But fate intervened – we seized these goods before they could trade! Delicious irony!"

"Ah, I see now," Fang Lie nodded.

The old bird continued, "I’ll wager the Mineral Vein lies near this town. No warehouse would hold so much Eighth-Rank Spirit Jade otherwise – enough to retrofit ten Eighth-Rank warships! Find that vein, and I’ll help strip-mine it!"

Core energy pools built from Spirit Jade matched their rank. Seventh-Rank pools couldn’t sustain Eighth-Rank warships – their energy demands dwarfed such reserves.

Thus, only Seventh-Rank and above Spirit Jade held value for Mo Sect. Eighth-Rank materials received priority despite their scarcity – even veins produced limited annual yields.

Clearly, the old bird wanted Fang Lie to locate and ruthlessly exploit this vein.

Fang Lie grinned fiercely. "First I’ll clean out these warehouses!"

He stormed into another storage building, plundering madly.

While Fang Lie pillaged, Ximen Qingdong received news of his son’s death. He nearly vomited blood in rage.

This son was his sole descendant with potential to reach Thunder Tribulation Immortal realm – the future pillar of their family branch. Yet Fang Lie had slaughtered this meticulously groomed Talent in moments.

"Fang Lie, you honorless cur!" Ximen Qingdong roared. "Too cowardly to face me, so you murder Juniors? Utterly shameless!"

His outburst rang hollow. By cultivation hierarchy, his son actually outranked Fang Lie. Moreover, Ximen Qingdong himself had previously killed Fang Lie through bullying – this was simple vengeance.

Not that he’d admit it. After cursing, he bellowed, "I’ll end that brat!" and charged out.

An Elder grabbed his arm, pleading, "Fourth Lord, calm yourself! Fang Lie carries Semi-Immortal crafted disposable treasures. Mo Sect Leader Mo Qianxun dotes on him. You’ll die for nothing!"

Ximen Qingdong’s face spasmed before he rasped, "I know. That’s why I’m summoning two ancestors!"

"Ah…" The Elder masked his contempt. ‘So you’re just another bully who fears the strong.’