Chapter 651

Chapter 651: The Pact Under Siege

Mo Qianxun was billions of miles away and actually didn’t know what had happened to the Ximen family clan. But seeing their anxiety, curiosity got the better of him. "Why should Fang Lie stop? What’s got you so frantic?"

"Damn it! Fang Lie’s three hundred clones are rabid dogs tearing through our territory!" the Blue Founder roared. "They slaughter everyone—men, women, children! Tens of thousands dead in moments! Stop him now!"

"Impossible!" Mo Qianxun feigned shock. "Fang Lie? Ruthless? You must’ve provoked him terribly. But why haven’t you two Semi-Immortals intervened? Don’t pretend to be merciful saints—we both know better."

"Bastard!" The Purple Founder stamped his foot. "We tried killing him repeatedly! But his undying nature lets him resurrect on the spot—like weeds regrowing! We can’t eradicate him!"

Mo Qianxun blinked. Fang Lie’s resurrection ability had actually cornered two Semi-Immortals and their mighty sect? This surpassed even his expectations.

The Blue Founder’s eyes bulged. "Call off your mad dog, Mo Qianxun! Or we’ll abandon our outer territories and wage eternal war on your Mo Sect!"

Seeing their desperation, Mo Qianxun knew they’d reached their limit. Pushing further risked catastrophic retaliation—even Mo Sect headquarters couldn’t withstand two enraged Semi-Immortals indefinitely.

"Peace, friends," Mo Qianxun raised placating hands. "I’ll halt Fang Lie immediately. Then we’ll… discuss terms."

"Now!" the Blue Founder snapped.

Mo Qianxun swiftly cast a communication spell.

Fang Lie’s main body stood amidst smoldering estate ruins a hundred thousand miles away. He’d spared mortals and low-level cultivators, only executing Golden Pool experts and demolishing structures. Even in vengeance, he refused to cross into Demonic Path savagery.

A green light erupted from his storage pouch—Mo Qianxun’s leaf token containing Semi-Immortal Sword Energy. The leaf shattered, forming Mo Qianxun’s shimmering Shadow.

"Enough," Mo Qianxun grinned. "The Ximen dogs beg for mercy. Cease fire—for my sake?"

Fang Lie glanced at weeping survivors. His rage had cooled. "For your face, Sect Leader. But if their compensation disappoints…"

"Leave negotiations to me," Mo Qianxun chuckled. "Rest. If talks fail, resume slaughter!" His Shadow vanished.

Through divine sense, the Ximen Founders watched Fang Lie’s clones retreat. Their relief faded upon seeing Mo Qianxun’s sly grin in the bronze mirror.

"Now," Mo Qianxun rubbed his hands, "let’s discuss reparations."

"Reparations?!" The Blue Founder turned purple. "You rob and murder us, then demand payment?!"

"Remember Fang Lie’s father?" Mo Qianxun’s voice turned icy. "Your nephew stole his honors, slandered his corpse. When I sought justice, you blocked me—even demanded I compensate you! The wheel has turned."

The Founders flushed. Bullying others had felt natural—being bullied choked them.

"Push too hard," the Blue Founder warned, "and we’ll—"

"—Do nothing," Mo Qianxun interrupted. "Compensate us, or Fang Lie resumes. Decide quickly—the boy’s impatient."

The Founders exchanged grim glances.

"Enough! What do you want?" demanded the Blue Founder.

"Xijing City, Xishui Wilderness, and the Northern Region territories!" Mo Qianxun coldly stated. "All must be ceded to us!"

Major sects often establish territories beyond their home regions in resource-rich areas. Fang Lie’s Iron-Walled Jin City, for instance, stood far from Mo Sect.

The three territories Mo Qianxun demanded represented the Ximen family clan’s external domains – prized resource lands they’d seized through millennia of struggle. Losing these would cripple the clan’s income.

The Blue and Purple Founders’ faces darkened. "Your greed knows no bounds, Mo Qianxun!"

"We’ll grant Xijing City, nothing more!" the Purple Founder snapped.

"Need I remind you?" Mo Qianxun’s voice turned icy. "Xijing City belonged to Mo Sect for ten thousand years before you conspired with other sects to steal it during Fang Lie’s father’s incident! Returning stolen property isn’t compensation – it’s justice!"

When the Blue Founder opened his mouth to protest, Mo Qianxun cut him off.

"No more objections!" The Mo Sect leader’s eyes narrowed. "This isn’t negotiation or beggary. You have two choices: agree, or refuse. Decide now!"

The founders found themselves cornered – surrender territories or face war, with no middle ground.

Under normal circumstances, they’d have refused outright. But with three hundred Fang Lie clones armed and ready to slaughter, retreat became inevitable.

Though valuable, these external territories paled against their clan’s core holdings containing millennia of accumulated wealth and housing hundreds of thousands of Ximen disciples.

After tense silence, the founders reluctantly accepted defeat. Choosing the lesser evil, they nodded agreement.

"HA!" Mo Qianxun barked laughter. "Never thought I’d see you two humbled! This repays old debts well!"

His mirth vanished instantly. "Withdraw all personnel within three days." The shadow in the bronze mirror dispersed, leaving fuming Semi-Immortals.

Relief washed over the founders as the Old Fox departed – until a Fang Lie clone materialized before them, palm outstretched.

"What now?" the Blue Founder growled.

"My Flying Boat." Fang Lie’s tone brooked no argument. "Unless you wish to keep stolen goods?"

"That wasn’t part of our agreement!"

"Your pact concerned the Sect Leader, not me." Fang Lie’s smile chilled. "Surrender it, or my clones resume slaughtering."

"You defy your own leader?" the Purple Founder spluttered.

"I answer to the Benevolence Token, he to the Wisdom Token." The young man’s hand didn’t waver. "Choose. Now."

Snarling, the Blue Founder hurled the vessel at him. "Take it and begone!"

"Gladly." Fang Lie caught the Flying Boat, vanishing as abruptly as he’d appeared.