Chapter 110
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Chapter 110: Soul-Settling Bell
"Yes, how could I forget your family’s specialty, Big Brother? My mistake!" Ice Second Brother smacked his forehead. "Just wait – we’ll get you a proper cannon within days!"
"Leave it to us," Longxing Tianxia chimed in. "Focus on your cultivation!"
"Wait," Fang Huo interrupted. "Big Brother should make the Purple Palace Pills first. I can’t brew those!"
"Very well." Fang Lie nodded, entering the Pill Room with Fang Huo for alchemy.
Creating Purple Palace Pills had become second nature to Fang Lie. Soon, three pills sat completed in his palm. He handed them to the beaming Fang Huo, who scampered off like an excited child.
Fang Lie settled in the main hall with Mao Mao, sipping tea while she chattered happily. The quiet girl who spoke sparingly to others became endlessly talkative around him, sharing every household detail – children’s growth spurts, loose teeth, plants thriving under increased Spiritual Energy.
Though preoccupied with the coming Secret Realm fight, Fang Lie nodded attentively, drawing more delighted stories from Mao Mao.
An hour later, Fang Huo returned clutching a golden bell taller than his forearm. Thousands of 卍 symbols shimmered under its Buddhist light glow – unmistakably sacred craftsmanship.
"Big Brother! The bronze Soul-Settling Bell!" Fang Huo thrust forward the third-tier high-quality treasure. "It’s yours now!"
As Fang Lie grasped it, warm Buddhist energy flowed through his veins like liquid sunlight, soothing every muscle.
"Magnificent!" Fang Lie marveled. "No wonder this was once a Seventh-rank Buddhist treasure. The materials alone – śāriputra relics blended with diamond copper – are priceless!"
"Yet our Mo Sect smiths wasted it!" Fang Huo lamented. "Without Buddhist cultivation methods, they forged this… thing. Barely third-tier!"
"Better this way," Fang Lie chuckled. "Fourth-tier would’ve emptied our coffers. I’ll refine it now – keep watch for news."
After exchanging nods, Fang Lie retreated to his stone chamber. Crossing his legs, he cradled the bell while channeling Magic into its core. Unlike typical treasures requiring days to overwrite divine sense imprints, this unused relic accepted his mark like dry soil drinking rain.
Three days later, the bell floated before its new master. Through the refining process, Fang Lie had learned its secrets like familiar scripture. Curious, he formed the activation gesture.
"Rise!"
The bell leapt above him, radiating golden light that cocooned his body in protective radiance. Testing the shield with a fingertip, Fang Lie sensed tremendous defensive power humming beneath the surface – peerless among third-tier magical items.
Maybe it still couldn’t withstand Fourth-tier Magical Items, but among treasures of the same rank, few could break through it.
What pleased Fang Lie most was the Buddhist light’s unique properties. Pure and radiant, it specialized in destroying evil forces. Those wicked methods from the demonic sect could hardly counter it.
If Fang Lie encountered demonic sect members later, this Soul-Settling Bell alone would give him overwhelming advantage, practically crushing his peers.
Another notable discovery during forging were special runic formations carved inside the bell. According to the records, these formations guarded against divine sense attacks.
With this treasure, Fang Lie no longer needed to fear divine sense ambushes.
After testing defenses, Fang Lie stored the bell to examine its offensive power.
He formed the secret technique again and lightly tapped the Soul-Settling Bell.
Golden light flashed as a deep, resonant chime echoed like temple bells, delivering a mind-jolting impact.
Being its master, Fang Lie felt nothing. But he knew this chime wasn’t ordinary – it possessed soul-stabilizing effects.
Unprepared enemies would become disoriented or even collapse unconscious upon hearing it.
Essentially, this was a sound-based attack directly targeting divine sense.
This divine skill originated from the original Seventh-rank Buddhist Treasure, inherited rather than created by Mo Sect ancestors.
Though vastly weaker than its predecessor, even Purple Palace realm cultivators could fall prey if caught off-guard.
Having tested both offense and defense, Fang Lie was thoroughly satisfied. Yet one issue troubled him – the magic consumption of third-tier treasures was simply too high.
A single soul-shaking strike drained a third of his magic. The protective Buddhist light demanded even more – with his current reserves, maintaining it for fifteen minutes seemed impossible.
In intense battles, such limited duration proved insufficient.
The Explosion Qi Technique’s tenfold magic boost could temporarily solve this. However, Fang Lie possessed more than one third-tier treasure.
His plans required at least a third-rank mechanical bird, Blood God Puppet, Mechanical Cannon, and scouting-type treasure.
The mechanical bird consumed spirit stones – unrestricted in outer gate battles. The Blood God Puppet used blood essence, barely draining his magic.
But the Mechanical Cannon and Soul-Settling Bell both required his magic, alongside sustaining the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Dao Robe and occasional Soulfire Lance attacks!
Even with tenfold magic from Explosion Qi Technique, he’d exhaust his reserves within dozen exchanges.
Though with his current arsenal, dozen moves might suffice to defeat an Inner Elite Disciple.
But the Secret Realm treasure hunt wasn’t an arena duel – no rules applied.
Facing ten East Kunlun Inner Elite Disciples simultaneously, Fang Lie would face group assaults.
Most Mo Sect members disliked him – best case, they’d stay neutral. Reliance on them was impossible.
His magic reserves clearly couldn’t meet such demands.
Frowning, Fang Lie reluctantly messaged old bird: "Too many treasures, not enough magic. Solutions?"
"Plenty!" old bird chuckled. "You’re the donkey-rider seeking his mount. Remember – you’re a Great Pill Master. Craft magic-restoring pills!"
"Fool!" Fang Lie smacked his forehead. "How’d I forget? Which pills work best?"
"Post-Explosion Qi Technique, your magic rivals Golden Pool realm cultivators – 500-600 zhang Qi Sea capacity. Recovery Spirit Pills suit this level."
Consulting the Mo Ancestor’s Pill Book in his consciousness sea, Fang Lie found the Recovery Spirit Pill recipe – simpler than Golden Pool Pills.
"I’ll make hundreds! My body can endure – I’ll gorge on them like candy! East Kunlun scoundrels won’t stand a chance!" he vowed.
Normally, excessive magic-restoring pills risk meridian damage from surging energy – three pills safe, five harmful, ten crippling. None become magic-immortal monsters this way.
But Fang Lie was different. Meridian injuries? The Nirvana Healing Technique erased all wounds. He could recklessly consume pills, effectively gaining limitless magic!
