Chapter 122
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Chapter 122: A Slap Flies Off
The crucial difference between Fang Lie and those inner gate disciples lay in his past deprivation of proper resources. Ten years had been nearly wasted, leaving his cultivation level low despite possessing supreme talent.
The Jade Pool could bridge this gap. Not only did it possess dense Spiritual Energy, but it also contained insights into the Heavenly Dao, making enlightenment easier within its waters.
Most who trained here experienced sudden breakthroughs, their cultivation progressing rapidly afterward. If Fang Lie seized this opportunity, he estimated achieving a Qi Sea reaching a thousand zhang might become reality.
According to the old bird, the Divine Phoenix Nirvana Scripture granted distinct divine skills at different stages: the Healing Art at three hundred zhang, the Sending-Home Art at five hundred zhang, and the Guiding Mark Art at one thousand zhang.
Each skill surpassed the last. The Healing Art required little explanation—it granted Fang Lie boundless potential, enabling reckless use of self-damaging techniques while healing Injuries instantly, rendering him nearly unkillable.
The Sending-Home Art, a support spell, teleported Fang Lie’s treasures directly to the Cycle of Fire. Aside from his soul-bound Linglong Qi Locking Tower, all his possessions were external. Death would leave them vulnerable to theft, but this spell allowed him to return treasures to the Cycle of Fire before dying, ensuring no losses upon revival.
Moreover, during expeditions, bulky or excessive materials could be sent back via this spell for later retrieval at the sect. Effectively, it granted Fang Lie limitless storage.
The Guiding Mark Art proved equally vital. Using Nirvana fire, it placed invisible markers only Fang Lie could see. These allowed teleportation from the Cycle of Fire to marked locations—though this required the old bird’s aid, as only Ninth-Rank High-Grade treasures possessed such long-range teleportation power.
Though seemingly modest, this skill became extraordinary when paired with Fang Lie’s undying nature. Imagine him slain in battle after wounding his foe. Revived hours later, he could repeatedly harass the injured enemy until victory. Without this skill, tracking down adversaries post-revival might take ages.
During distant travels beyond the sect, even Thunder Tribulation Immortals needed months to return—by then, any advantage would vanish. Thus, Fang Lie craved this skill. It meant dying anywhere only to resurrect there, clinging to enemies like relentless glue.
Within the Mo Sect, Fang Lie’s Benevolence Token deterred challengers. Outside, his reputation relied solely on himself. The Guiding Mark Art would become his cornerstone for aweing the world, especially crucial for reclaiming the Fang Family’s lost assets—a endeavor certain to spark battles. Without this skill, post-death travel delays would cripple his plans.
Resolved, Fang Lie vowed to secure the Arhat Immortal Fruit at all costs, even if it meant sparing foes.
As he pondered, the woman added, "Remember: within the Secret Realm, no one is your ally. Trust no sweet words, especially from East Kunlun scoundrels—treacherous, ruthless, and honorless. The Fang Family suffered gravely from them before. Learn this lesson: never ally with them, no matter their promises!"
All eyes turned to Fang Lie, knowing she referred to his father’s fate.
Silence lingered until Bai First Young Master sneered, "Worry not, Elder. We’re not fools like some!"
His laughter began—then died as a palm struck his face. A crisp slap echoed through the air.
Heaven only knew how heavy that slap was. Bai First Young Master was sent flying into the air, spinning like a top. He crashed to the ground three zhang away, vomiting blood along with several white molars!
Only then did the crowd gasp in unison.
The attacker was none other than Fang Lie. His Divine Phoenix Golden Wings granted unmatched speed, transforming him into a streaking light. At such close range, even Purple Palace realm cultivators wouldn’t have reacted, let alone mere Qi Sea cultivators.
Fang Lie poured both strength and fiery energy into the slap, still furious about the insult to his late father. A charred black handprint now smoked on Bai First Young Master’s face, filling the air with burnt stench.
After shaking his head like a drunkard, Bai First Young Master howled, "Fang Lie! How dare you strike me?"
"Hitting you is an honor!" Fang Lie sneered. "Your Bai family lacks proper upbringing. I’m giving your ancestors’ lessons they failed to teach!"
"Bastard!" The humiliated noble completely snapped, summoning his life-bound treasure – the Cold Mountain Sword Case. Thirty-six gleaming Flying Swords erupted, their combined frost aura surpassing even top-grade fourth-rank treasures when arrayed together.
Though lethal enough to kill Fang Lie instantly, the youth simply stood defenseless, staring contemptuously at his attacker.
The central Immortal finally intervened with a sleeve-flick, vanishing all swords. "This matter ends now. Leave," he ordered, though his glare only targeted Fang Lie.
Fang Lie cupped his hands respectfully. "This junior takes his leave," he said before sauntering downstairs with Blue Butterfly Dress.
Once they departed, the Immortal returned the swords. "You acted rashly, Young Master."
"Why stop me?" Bai First Young Master raged, showing scant respect for the Nascent Soul True Immortal. "I should’ve slain him!"
The Immortal forced a bitter smile. "Killing him would doom you. He revives; you don’t. His death means nothing. Yours means everything."
"But he attacked first!"
"His slap caused minor harm – yours would’ve killed. Mo Sect’s laws favor him here." The Immortal’s tone turned stern. "Mocking his martyred father? Even our Clan Leader wouldn’t side with you."
"I won’t swallow this insult!" The young master pounded the floor. "In the Secret Realm, I’ll make him wish he were dead!"
"Careful." The Immortal shook his head. "His lightning speed surpasses even my reactions. In that terrain, he’ll move like water through fingers."
Bai First Young Master laughed coldly. "My plans are flawless. That fool will beg for death!"
"Then I’ll watch with interest." The Immortal’s eyes darkened. "Should you succeed, I’ll thank you for avenging my son." His murdered heir, it seemed, had fallen to Fang Lie’s fists long ago.
