Chapter 645

Chapter 645: The Sword God Strikes

After clearing the guards, Fang Lie showed no mercy. Having used four precious strands of Semi-Immortal Sword Energy at once—each worth a fortune—his heart ached from the loss. This time, he swore to reclaim every bit of that cost.

Dozens of Fang Lie clones charged forward, launching a systematic looting operation.

Guided by the old bird, Fang Lie first relocated the oldest Spiritual Fields entirely into Herb Gardens. These gardens didn’t belong to him—they’d been urgently retrieved from Warehouses by an ecstatic Mo Qianxun upon receiving the news.

Without proper Herb Gardens, Fang Lie could only harvest spirit pills, leaving the far more valuable Spiritual Fields behind. Forcing them into space devices risked destabilizing the fields’ delicate balance, potentially ruining their quality. Worse, space devices lacked Spiritual Energy. Delicate high-grade spirit pills might perish inside, and losing even 1% of these ten thousand acres would be devastating.

Professional Herb Gardens, infused with Spiritual Energy, temporarily preserved both fields and plants. Yet moving even one acre demanded precision—uprooting entire fields without crumbling the soil or harming roots. Fang Lie focused intensely, leaving no room for error, though this slowed progress drastically. Even with dozens of clones working, transferring all fields required two to three hours.

But how could the Ximen family clan surrender their sect’s treasure, the Ten-Thousand-Year Field, without a fight?

The moment Fang Lie acted, the protective array’s alarms triggered. Ximen Qingdong’s face turned ashen. "How?!" he roared. "That field’s illusion formation hid it for millennia! Yet Fang Lie found it in half a day? There’s a traitor! A cursed traitor!"

He immediately summoned the three other late-stage Thunder Tribulation Immortals wielding Ninth-Rank Treasures, demanding they defend the field.

The trio panicked—the field’s resources were vital. But Fang Lie anticipated this. Hundreds of clones descended upon their family towns, delivering a blunt warning: "Save the field, and your lineages end."

The Thunder Tribulation Immortals cursed Fang Lie’s shamelessness, yet ultimately retreated to guard their homes. Public property mattered less than their own descendants’ survival. A single clone armed with Semi-Immortal Sword Energy could slaughter a town; only Ninth-Rank Treasures offered true protection.

When Ximen Qingdong learned of their defiance, rage choked him—but as the weakest among the four, he held no authority to command them. Even if ordered, why would they sacrifice everything for shared assets? The clan had other fields, but each man only had one family.

Thus Fang Lie stripped every Ten-Thousand-Year Field unopposed.

As Herb Gardens laden with fields arrived at the Cycle of Fire, Mo Qianxun trembled with joy. Among major sects, the Mo Sect had always suffered with the fewest and poorest Ten-Thousand-Year Fields, forced to buy ninth-rank spirit pills at exorbitant prices. No longer.

Now, with Fang Lie’s Spirit Liquid and an additional Ten-Thousand-Year Field, the Mo Sect could multiply the numbers of ninth-rank spirit pills severalfold. All Fire Tribulation Immortals and higher-ranked experts within the sect would benefit.

Within a hundred years at most, these spirit pills would be converted into combat strength. By then, the Eighth-rank fleet would nearly be complete, and the Mo Sect’s combat power would undoubtedly double!

Mo Qianxun, though excited, wasted no time. He immediately dispatched a Token Lord to select a location within the Mo Sect headquarters to install the precious Ten-Thousand-Year Field.

Subpar Spiritual Fields used as filler were removed. Though the Mo Sect didn’t possess many Spiritual Fields, finding several hundred acres of Seventh-rank ones posed no issue.

With gains from the Spirit Jade mines and the Ten-Thousand-Year Field, Fang Lie finally grasped how many treasures a major family clan could hoard.

A clan like the Ximen family clan, with its long inheritance, had even placed their Ten-Thousand-Year Fields outside their protective array-guarded core stronghold—proof of their immense resources.

These two critical sites, undetected by the Mo Sect, were found by Fang Lie himself using his Void Divine Eye.

If two were found, could a third exist? The possibility was high.

Thus, hundreds of Fang Lie’s clones abandoned lower-value targets, ignoring the towns entirely. Activating their Void Divine Eyes, they scoured every inch of the Ximen family clan’s territory for more treasures.

The Ximen family clan watched in panicked helplessness, their higher-ups frantic as ants on a hot pan.

Amid the chaos, news arrived: the envoy to East Kunlun had met Sword God, who’d just exited closed-door training. Upon hearing their plea, Sword God teleported directly to the Ximen family clan.

Overjoyed, Ximen Qingdong rushed to greet him. The old man nearly wept, bowing deeply. "Sword God Uncle, save the Ximen family! If you don’t show your skills soon, that brat Fang Lie will destroy us!"

Sword God was startled. Ximen Qingdong, a late-stage Thunder Tribulation expert even Semi-Immortals respected, reduced to this state by Fang Lie?

"What has Fang Lie done?" Sword God asked.

"He wrecked our towns, looted our Spiritual Fields and spirit herbs, burned mountains—utterly lawless!" Ximen Qingdong spat bitterly.

"But your Ninth-Rank Treasures should deter such acts. How did Fang Lie run rampant?"

"That villain!" Ximen Qingdong snarled. "Using countless clones and Mo Qianxun’s Semi-Immortal Sword Energy, he threatened three towns simultaneously. My brothers controlling Ninth-Rank Treasures dared not act—Fang Lie vowed to slaughter their families! Now he’s stolen our outer Ten-Thousand-Year Field!"

"Ten-Thousand-Year Field? Not protected by your array?"

"No space left inside—it was our third field!"

"I see." Sword God’s eyes turned cold. "Fang Lie’s arrogance ends today."

His divine sense swept hundreds of thousands of miles, pinpointing clusters of Fang Lie’s clones.

"So many clones?" Sword God muttered before vanishing, reappearing before one clone.

The clone halted, sneering. "East Kunlun’s Sword God. What an honor."

"Who permitted your rampage here?" Sword God demanded, sword intent gathering.

Fang Lie scoffed. "I seek vengeance, not chaos. Blood debts must be paid—since when does East Kunlun shield wrongdoers?"

Sword God stiffened. Though he loathed Fang Lie, the youth now held status: Mo Sect’s rising leader, candidate Token Lord of the Benevolence Token, and a sect Elder.

Killing him without justification risked sect war. Mo Qianxun would retaliate, triggering endless bloodshed. With righteous sects already besieged by the demonic Path, internal strife meant doom.