Chapter 111
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Chapter 111: Blood Ignition Technique
At this moment, Fang Lie swelled with confidence, muttering to himself, "With so many treasures and endless magic reserves, I’ll crush those bastards!"
Just then, the old bird interrupted, "While your Magic’s endurance gives you an edge, your total capacity remains low. This limits your divine skills and treasures’ power. Victory isn’t guaranteed."
Fang Lie frowned before realizing, "You mean even with third-tier magical items, I can’t kill them if my explosive force falls short?"
"Naturally," the old bird scoffed. "You know little of cultivation world customs. Inner Elite Disciples—core members of major sects—carry life-saving gifts from elders. Powerful spirit talismans, disposable treasures… Core Inner Gate Disciples even possess revival items!"
"Revival treasures? Like Puppets That Die in Place?" Fang Lie’s brows knitted.
"Correct, but not exclusively," the old bird explained. "Our Mo Sect uses those puppets. The Tao Sect employs Golden Lotus Dao Seeds, while the Xuan Sect wields the Gate of All Mysteries. Rare treasures even Core Inner Gate Disciples struggle to obtain."
"So Inner Elite Disciples have either revival treasures or lethal one-time items?" Fang Lie grimaced. "I’m disadvantaged."
"Severely," the old bird sighed. "Without proper mentorship, you’ll suffer. I calculate you’ll face Fourth-Rank Divine Lightning—enough to obliterate you instantly."
"Outrageous!" Fang Lie slammed his fist. "They preach ‘friendly sparring’ while handing out slaughter tools!"
The old bird chuckled. "‘Sparring’ is mere courtesy. This is the Path Contest. Cultivators battle Heaven, Earth, and rivals. Masters invest too much to let disciples perish easily."
"What should I do?"
"Simple," the old bird crooned. "Multiply your Magic further after Explosion Qi Technique. Even Fourth-Rank attacks would only wound you—and wounds mean nothing to your Nirvana Healing Technique."
"But Explosion Qi already boosts Magic tenfold!"
"Fool! Countless self-maiming techniques exist beyond that one," the old bird chided. "Learn another!"
Fang Lie gaped. "Keep injuring myself for infinite power? That’s insane!"
"Precisely why Divine Phoenix Nirvana Scripture’s legendary!" The old bird’s voice sharpened. "Millions died pursuing it! Our Founder carved the Cycle of Fire and stationed me as guardian! Only reality-defying power justifies such efforts!"
"Then which technique?" Fang Lie pressed.
"Your Qi Sea’s spent from Explosion Qi. Try Blood Ignition Technique—burns blood for Magic surges."
Understanding dawned. Unlike mortals, Cultivators’ blood brimmed with Spiritual Energy. Burning it unleashed tremendous power—but halving one’s blood risked death. Recovery took months of weakness.
Yet Fang Lie grinned. With endless Original Essence Blood from Nirvana Healing Technique, ordinary blood loss meant nothing. "Perfect! Teach me!"
"I’m no library!" The old bird huffed. "Fetch it yourself from Gentle Breeze Tower!"
Sighing, Fang Lie used Treasure Essence Technique to absorb the Soul-Settling Bell into his Qi Sea. After tidying his secret room, he emerged to find afternoon sun and Mao Mao absent.
Unconcerned, he soared westward. When Gentle Breeze Pavilion appeared, the crimson-tinged sunset painted the sky.
But Fang Lie wasn’t in the mood to admire the scenery. He rushed straight to the scripture archive and asked the mechanical puppet on duty where the Blood Ignition Technique was.
Due to his special status, Fang Lie didn’t need contribution points to access any manuals here. The rule-following mechanical puppet didn’t hinder him.
Fang Lie swiftly obtained the Blood Ignition Technique and made a copy. Only then did his fervor subside, allowing him to leisurely head back.
Most outer disciples who saw Fang Lie instinctively bowed with gratitude. Their respect was entirely voluntary and heartfelt.
This was because Fang Lie, once considered a hotheaded youth, had shaken the sect with his actions, transforming its entire culture.
The Gentle Breeze Tower no longer had Stewards, and rumors suggested none would return.
With mechanical puppets managing affairs, corruption and exploitation vanished.
All outer disciples finally received equal Sect Benefits without fearing contribution point deductions after sect missions.
Compared to their former hardships, this new reality felt like paradise.
Naturally, this didn’t apply to family disciples – they absolutely detested Fang Lie.
Because of him, their Sect Benefits matched ordinary outer disciples’, no longer doubled or tripled.
Because of him, they couldn’t pocket others’ contribution points.
Because of him, their clans couldn’t embezzle spirit stones, drastically reducing their allowances. Their days of lavish spending vanished.
Crucially, Fang Lie’s uncompromising stance against wrongdoing remained. Previously, he’d confront bullying family disciples without hesitation. Now he stood firmer.
Former bullies who extorted weak outer disciples disappeared around Gentle Breeze Tower. Within its sphere of influence, even notorious troublemakers behaved.
The area surrounding Gentle Breeze Tower became Fang Lie’s recognized territory. Offenders risked fatal consequences if caught – over a thousand already lay dead by his hand.
The resulting peace surpassed imagination – people didn’t lock doors at night, and lost items went untouched.
Villains vanished completely. Some left voluntarily, others reformed under pressure, while Fang Lie’s club ended many permanently.
This genuine transformation earned Fang Lie sincere admiration. Disciples bowed deeply whenever they saw him.
Despite his elevated position, Fang Lie remained humble, returning every greeting with equal courtesy.
No words needed exchanging – mutual understanding flowed silently.
As Fang Lie reached Gentle Breeze Tower’s entrance under countless gazes, a figure blocked his path.
"Brother Fang," lamented Baibao Zhai’s Old Shopkeeper, "You’re here but won’t visit my humble store?"
"Old Shopkeeper!" Fang Lie clasped his hands. "My recent duties kept me occupied. My apologies for the neglect."
Though perfectly polite, the Old Shopkeeper detected subtle aloofness. He swallowed bitter regret, knowing this estrangement stemmed from his own foolish superior’s actions, not Fang Lie’s.
