Chapter 118
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Chapter 118: Treasure Cannonballs
Xiaolan Mountain rose thousands of zhang high, its green pines standing tall amidst flowing waters. Renowned within the Mo Sect for its sunrise scenery, three youths—the Boy in Yellow, Bai First Young Master, and the Boy in Gold—crouched together at the peak during dawn’s first light. Only their privileged status allowed them to claim such vast territory.
Each possessed deep cultivation. A single breath-in lasted a full quarter-hour as they devoured every wisp of sunrise’s purple energy, refining it into purest essence.
After what felt like ages, they exhaled in unison, straightening with gleaming eyes. The Boy in Gold’s smile looked painfully forced.
Bai First Young Master smirked. "Why the long face, Gold Boy?"
"Realized you can’t beat us in the Secret Realm contest?" The Boy in Yellow jabbed. "Don’t worry—if we get extra Arhat Immortal Fruits, we might toss you one!"
"After you call us Big Brothers!" Bai added with a grin.
"Dream on!" The Boy in Gold snorted.
"Still defiant?" The Boy in Yellow chuckled. "Let’s wager—whoever claims the first Arhat Immortal Fruit becomes leader!"
"Deal!" Bai declared. "I’ll lead for sure!"
The Boy in Gold’s face darkened. "I’m withdrawing from the contest. You’d better quit too—unless you fancy dying there."
His companions gaped. The notoriously stubborn Gold Boy backing down?
"You’ve heard something," the Boy in Yellow deduced.
"Spill it!" Bai demanded.
The Boy in Gold shook his head. "Just heed my warning." He turned to leave.
"Wait!" Bai blocked him. "Our goal isn’t just fruits—it’s Fang Lie!"
The Boy in Gold sighed. "Our plan to kill him there? Canceled. I’m out. Consider yourselves warned." Mounting his bronze warship, he vanished into the horizon.
"What’s crawled up his gourd?" Bai muttered.
The Boy in Yellow frowned. "He’s not one for empty warnings. Maybe we should…"
"Never!" Bai snapped. "Fang Lie humiliated us! The Secret Realm’s our only chance!"
"His undying nature makes killing him pointless," the Boy in Yellow countered.
"Pointless?" Bai’s eyes glinted. "I’ll drown him in demon beast dung! He’ll remember that revival!"
"Inviting eternal enmity for what?"
"Last time’s Blood God Puppet ambush was my idea," Bai confessed. "When it failed, the ancestors confiscated half my estates and executed my newest concubine!"
"The red-haired vixen?" The Boy in Yellow whistled. "She was exquisite!"
"Fang Lie’s fault!" Bai spat. "Join me in ruining him?"
"New divine skill to practice." The Boy in Yellow summoned his giant puppet. "Good luck dying pointlessly."
"COWARD!" Bai screamed at the retreating figure.
Aloft, the Boy in Yellow scoffed. "Fang Lie’s an undying Great Pill Master destined for greatness. But you? You’ll just die screaming."
Meanwhile, Fang Lie sat cross-legged in his secret chamber, refining the Roaring Sky Cannon. Through their mental link, he discovered its true nature—the cannon itself held no rank, its power depending entirely on disposable treasure cannonballs.
The old bird’s voice echoed in his mind: "Thousands of variants exist from first to Ninth-Rank. Start with first-tier—their power equals third-tier magical items."
Fang Lie grimaced. His Soulfire Lance and Blood God Puppet already matched third-tier might. Why waste resources?
His gaze hardened. Second-tier cannonballs required Golden Pool realm cultivation. Yet by combining Explosion Qi Technique and Blood Ignition Technique, he could temporarily boost his magic twentyfold—enough for basic second-tier shells.
Two options emerged:
Poison Dragon Earthfire Bomb—crafted from subterranean venom-flames capable of corrupting Fourth-tier Magical Items below. Even sparks induced lethal fire-poisoning.
Blazing Flame Steel Bomb—forged from volcanic steel normally used for Fire-element Treasures. Their detonations could shatter ordinary Fourth-tier defenses.
Fang Lie’s hands glowed crimson as he began.
