Chapter 120
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Chapter 120: The Beautiful Butterfly Dress
After returning home, Fang Lie retrieved several treasures and celebrated with his brothers before collapsing into deep sleep.
These days had exhausted him—repeated deaths and revivals, constantly using self-destructive techniques. Any ordinary person would have gone mad without Fang Lie’s iron will!
Though resurrection restored his body, mental fatigue remained.
Before the Great War, Fang Lie slept soundly, finally shedding the accumulated weariness.
At dawn the next day, a sword beam flew to Fang Lie’s bedside.
He rose reluctantly and grasped the message—a sect-issued Flying Sword summoning him to Gentle Breeze Tower. The Secret Realm expedition would depart at noon’s third quarter.
Tossing aside the sword beam, Fang Lie stretched and prepared for the day.
After breakfast with his siblings and playing with the children, he gathered the Ice and Fire Poison Dragon in the inner chamber.
As Mao Mao served tea, Fang Lie announced, "We depart from Gentle Breeze Tower at noon’s third quarter, likely aboard a massive treasure warship."
"Ice Second Brother sighed, "Without you here Big Brother, we’ll be like arrows without a fletching!"
"Truly, we’ll feel adrift without your guidance," Longxing Tianxia added.
Fang Huo interjected, "Prepare more Spirit Pill Essence! I need to complete those orders!"
"All will be handled," Fang Lie assured before turning serious. "My absence may last two months. Keep things steady—no need for grand ventures, just maintain peace until my return."
The four chorused obedience.
Fang Lie’s eyes narrowed. "If provoked during my absence, endure unless they breach our cave dwelling. All debts will be repaid tenfold when I return."
Ice Second Brother chuckled, "Only fools would cross us under your shadow. Remember when you mobilized over one billion and eighty million Law Enforcement Heavenly Soldiers? Even the sect leader trembled!"
"Exactly!" Fang Huo boasted. "None dare challenge us after that display!"
Longxing Tianxia added, "We enjoy absolute security until you’re defeated. So survive for our sakes, Big Brother!"
Fang Lie grinned. "My undying nature ensures safety. Worst case, I simply resurrect—what can anyone do?"
Their laughter echoed before the group departed for Gentle Breeze Tower.
The hovering treasure ship stunned arrivals. Hundreds of zhang long, the Mo Sect vessel floated majestically despite being mid-tier. Crafted from spirit wood, its five-tiered structure rose a hundred zhang tall.
Dozens of Mechanical Cannons lined its sides—each several zhang long, their thick barrels promising destruction. Other components bristled with offensive and defensive capabilities.
Mo Sect’s millennia-honed Mechanical Arts shone through. Supported by Purple Palace and Golden Pool realm Cultivators, this ship could challenge a Wind Tribulation Immortal.
Gazing upward, Fang Lie’s group stood humbled before this marvel of cultivation engineering.
Ice Second Brother couldn’t help muttering, "When will we ever own a treasure ship like this?"
"Stop daydreaming," Fang Huo said bitterly. "This thing’s just hundreds of Fourth or Fifth Rank treasures stacked together. Even with Big Brother’s money-making speed, saving up would take donkey’s years!"
"Even if you could afford it, no one would sell!" Longxing Tianxia sighed. "It’s a treasured relic meant for passing down through generations. Who’d part with it?"
"Hmph!" Fang Lie snorted. "You spineless lot! It’s just some rickety boat! I’ll get each of you a better one someday!"
A sneering voice cut through the air: "Well now! Who’s this runt with cultivation weaker than a kitten but boasts louder than thunder?"
"Hah! Some clown putting on airs!"
"Shame he shares our sect’s name!"
Nine figures descended, landing before Fang Lie’s group. The leader was Bai First Young Master – the same fool who’d joined Boy in Yellow and Boy in Gold to humiliate Fang Lie, only to get humbled himself.
Eight followers trailed behind – six men, two women, all Qi Sea realm inner gate disciples. Their silver chest threads marked them as Arhat Immortal Fruit contenders.
Bai First Young Master launched into venomous taunts, his cronies chiming in. Two figures hung back. A blue-clad woman whispered timidly, "Senior Brother Bai… shouldn’t sectmates speak kindly?"
"Blue Butterfly Dress!" Bai roared. "Who gave you leave to lecture me?"
The petite woman flinched, tears welling.
Fury ignited Fang Lie. "Bai! Can’t pick on someone your own size? Only good at bullying women?"
"You gutter trash!" Bai trembled with rage. "Seeking death?"
"Go ahead!" Fang Lie thrust his neck forward. "Strike! Or are you a yellow-bellied turtle’s bastard?"
Madness flashed in Bai’s eyes. His raised palm glowed with killing intent – enough to obliterate Fang Lie instantly.
His lackeys mobbed him. "Master! He’s baiting you! Kill him now and he’ll have the Ancestral Hall execute you with the Benevolence Token!"
Bai shuddered, lowering his hand. "Filthy mongrel! In the Secret Realm, you’ll enter standing and leave as a corpse!" He stormed toward the treasure ship, followers scrambling after.
The remaining disciples nodded at Fang Lie before following. Only Blue Butterfly Dress remained, trembling like a leaf.
Fang Lie approached gently. "Senior Sister Blue, I’ll guard you this journey."
"Th-thank you," she sniffled. "But Senior Brother Bai…"
"If he touches you, he answers to me. If he touches me, the Ancestor’s Token ends him. You’re safe."
Her smile broke through tears. "Truly?"
"Promise." Fang Lie grinned. "Let’s board before we’re late."
After farewells to Ice and Fire Poison Dragon, golden wings carried Fang Lie skyward. Blue Butterfly Dress followed on cloud-like treasure.
A blue-robed outer disciple greeted them aboard: "Senior Brother, Senior Sister. This humble Qi Sea realm disciple is at your service."
