Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Seven Dragon Formation

Mr. Suan Mei could no longer restrain himself. He erupted from beneath the waves and yelled at Fang Lie, "You sold me out? How could you do this?"

Fang Lie smirked. "Answer me—isn’t your position as my disciple public knowledge?"

"Obviously! How else would I gain your protection?" Mr. Suan Mei snapped.

"Then my siege against Ghost-Eating Monster Granny is also public, correct?" Fang Lie scoffed. "Did you think silence would hide your involvement? You’re my only master alchemist. Any fool could deduce it’s you! Yet you skulk around like a thief—have you no shame?"

"This…" Mr. Suan Mei faltered before lamenting, "Why do I feel like I’ve stumbled into a trap?"

Ghost-Eating Monster Granny’s enraged voice suddenly thundered, "So it’s you, you old relic! Scram now, or even if I can’t end you, my patrons certainly will!"

"Pah!" Mr. Suan Mei abandoned restraint and roared, "You think empty threats frighten me? Today, this Immortal shall execute heaven’s will and eradicate your vile kind!"

He stomped furiously before diving back into the ocean.

The old hag’s curses turned increasingly shrill, but Mr. Suan Mei ignored her, concentrating solely on dismantling the formation.

Deafening explosions echoed across the waters. Each colossal geyser marked another severed Spiritual Vein, gradually starving the protective array of external energy.

When her throat grew raw from screaming, Ghost-Eating Monster Granny switched targets. "Fang Lie! My allies will destroy everything you own—your lands, your followers, even your wretched undying nature won’t save them!"

"Let them try," Fang Lie retorted. "I’d gladly spend my Kunlun Sword Token to see if your backer values revenge over his own life."

After heavy silence, the hag tried bargaining. "Three thousand small spirit pearls."

"I want your head."

"Four thousand!"

"No."

"Five thousand!"

"Still no."

"I’m ruined already!" she shrieked. "Must you be so unreasonable?"

"Though wealth tempted me here," Fang Lie stated, "destroying you matters more. No petty benefits will sway me."

"Since when do you care about justice?"

"Call it family tradition." His voice softened. "My father died for these ideals. Even alone, the Fang Family upholds them—regardless of cost."

"Curse your stubborn bloodline!" she spat before falling silent.

Meanwhile, distant cultivators detected the Seven Dragon Formation’s terrifying Spiritual Pressure. Drawn by curiosity, they began converging on the scene.

Unable to prevent spectators yet wary of disturbing the Seven Dragon True Immortals, Fang Lie ordered Little Peach Red: "Mark our territory."

The woman nodded. Her divine skill blazed across the sky, etching two colossal characters—"MO" above "FANG"—visible for leagues.

When the Cultivators in the distance saw these two giant characters, they all halted to ponder. "Mo" undoubtedly represented the Mo Sect, while "Fang" could only refer to Fang Lie, whose reputation had recently shaken the cultivation world.

Openly displaying one’s emblem followed the unspoken rules of the path – a clear warning that business was being conducted here, and others shouldn’t approach.

Ordinary Cultivators, even Wind Tribulation Immortals, wouldn’t dare claim territory so brazenly. Only those at the rare Fire Tribulation Immortal level possessed enough power to deter others through reputation alone.

Yet here was Fang Lie, merely a Qi Sea Cultivator, fearlessly announcing his presence. Though Wind Tribulation Immortals watched from the crowd, none dared approach closer.

Fang Lie’s current position surpassed even ordinary Fire Tribulation Immortals. He’d become the shared Alchemist for numerous powerful experts in the region. Over a hundred high-level Cultivators above Wind Tribulation Immortal rank had already sought his services, with more sure to follow.

To offend Fang Lie meant offending all these forces. Even Fire Tribulation Immortals would hesitate before crossing him now. As for Wind Tribulation Immortals? They had to grovel before him. Provoke Fang Lie’s anger, and countless experts would eagerly crush them to curry favor.

This unshakable backing allowed Fang Lie to block all approaching Cultivators with his simple emblem display.

The Seven Dragon True Immortals overseeing from above exchanged shocked glances. None anticipated their seemingly weak young master wielded influence rivaling Fire Tribulation Immortals – especially remarkable as he hadn’t yet reached twenty years of age. His limitless potential filled them with fervent determination to assist in destroying Ghost-Eating Monster Granny.

Five days later, Mr. Suan Mei finally severed the last ground vein. Dragging his exhausted body aboard the Crystal Palace treasure ship, he found Fang Lie feasting.

Noting Mr. Suan Mei’s pallor and weak aura, Fang Lie immediately gestured to lavish spirit fruits worth tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones each. "Restore your Nascent Soul energy. Just observe the remainder."

Mr. Suan Mei ate ravenously while Fang Lie addressed the sky: "All my Dao friends, the ground veins are cut. Breach Ghost-Eating Monster Granny’s protective array!"

The Seven Dragon True Immortals responded in unison. Terrifying pressure descended as seven thousand-zhang dragons emerged from roiling clouds – pure Magic constructs embodying distinct powers.

Immortal Wind Dragon’s invisible form left thunderclaps in its wake. Gold Dragon rained gleaming weapons. Wood Dragon fired endless spears. Linglong Transparent Water Dragon unleashed celestial waterfalls. Fire Dragon bombarded with meteoric fireballs. Earth Dragon showered boulders despite its fragile appearance. Thunder Dragon crackled with blue lightning.

Against this Seven Dragon Formation, Ghost-Eating Monster Granny’s Underworld Dragon countered with endless Fourth-Rank ghosts spewing from its maw – some native to False Soul Island, most summoned from nether realms. Though individually weak, their endless numbers formed an army blocking the dragon attacks.

Casualties mattered little as the Underworld Dragon Formation endlessly replenished losses. Both sides reached stalemate – neither gaining advantage despite spectacular clashes shaking land and sky.