Chapter 124
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Chapter 124: Intense Clash
Fang Lie kept shouting "bald devils," infuriating the Great Thunder Sound Temple monks. They hurled insults at him.
"What an arrogant bastard! Let’s see how much you’ll strut after entering the Secret Realm!"
"Though Buddha shows mercy, even he won’t tolerate this demonic scum!"
"A minor lucky break makes you look down on everyone? You’re truly a fool who knows neither heaven’s height nor earth’s depth!"
"Acting cocky in Mo Sect is one thing, but don’t overestimate yourself elsewhere! This Buddha will teach you Great Thunder Sound Temple’s might!"
Fang Lie stood unfazed, sneering, "Worthless pack of mules!"
Fa Yuan finally intervened. While Mo Sect elders couldn’t restrain Fang Lie, his own disciples’ behavior was becoming disgraceful. "Silence!" he commanded lightly. "Monks shouldn’t indulge in anger."
The monks immediately clasped hands, murmuring, "Amitābha, our crime."
Fa Yuan nodded approvingly. "Remember – our sect’s reputation depends on your conduct."
Disciples chorused "Yes" while smirking at Mo Sect members. The admonishment clearly mocked Mo Sect’s lack of discipline through pretended self-criticism.
Ling Feng’s trio flushed but stayed silent – none could control Fang Lie.
The youth shot back: "Great Thunder Sound Temple’s rules include casually branding people as demons? Must be ancient traditions!"
Fa Yuan choked with rage as Mo Sect members stifled laughter. The monk finally snapped, "Your father wasn’t this sharp-tongued!"
"My honest father was too trusting, hence his ruin." Fang Lie’s eyes burned toward East Kunlun’s group. "I’ll learn from his mistakes – never trust wolves in sheep’s clothing!"
Even Feng Piazi shivered under that venomous glare.
Fa Yuan sighed and began chanting, followed by his monks. Silence engulfed the area.
Feng Piazi secretly messaged his brothers: "His hatred runs deep from that old affair."
Feng Lingzi sighed. "We handled it poorly back then."
"Bah!" One-armed Feng Xinzi retorted. "We sacrificed for justice – my arm, his father. We owe nothing!"
"But if he becomes Benevolence Token Lord," Feng Piazi worried, "his high position will endanger us."
"Kill him then," Feng Xinzi growled. "He won’t leave the Secret Realm alive."
"Not so simple," Feng Piazi countered. "His arrogance hides calculation. Those threats aren’t empty boasts."
Feng Lingzi sighed. "The Ninth-Rank Treasure could grant him terrible power. Ten Qi Sea Cultivators might be insufficient."
Feng Xinzi finally frowned. He could dismiss Fang Lie, but not the Benevolence Token’s legendary might.
The Ninth-Rank Treasure, even if unleashing merely ten percent of its power, could annihilate him over a hundred times with energy to spare!
Such a monstrous thing, even in the hands of a fool, would be beyond his ability to resist, let alone when wielded by Fang Lie.
Feng Piazi furrowed his brows and said, "One hour remains before the Secret Realm opens. Should we withdraw?"
"That won’t do!" Feng Xinzi protested urgently. "Everyone would think East Kunlun fears Fang Lie! Our sect’s reputation would be trampled by that lone ruffian!"
"What then?" Feng Piazi fretted. "Among these ten Inner Elite Disciples behind us is the Sword God’s own great-grandson! If such valued disciples perish here, neither of us could bear the consequences!"
"Join forces with Great Thunder Sound Temple!" Feng Lingzi interjected. "Twenty Inner Elite Disciples against a single Fang Lie—surely we’ll prevail!"
"Agreed!" Feng Xinzi nodded fiercely. "Better to die fighting than retreat in shame. Our sect would sooner have them fall honorably than endure such humiliation. Even if all perish, the elders can’t fault us!"
"Very well." Feng Piazi straightened. "I’ll contact Fa Yuan—we share some acquaintance."
After exchanging secret messages, Feng Piazi turned to his junior brothers with a grin. "Fa Yuan consented. Once inside, our disciples must ally with Great Thunder Sound Temple’s monks until Fang Lie’s demise. Any who break this pact face sect rules—even if they survive!"
"Understood!" Feng Lingzi chuckled. "I’ll inform them. Those Mo Sect fools won’t know they’ve been isolated!"
"Fitting," Feng Xinzi sneered. "They brought this upon themselves by harboring that cursed troublemaker!"
Silence fell until white clouds gathered overhead an hour later.
"The gateway approaches!" Feng Piazi announced. "Prepare yourselves!"
Ten East Kunlun inner gate disciples rose from their huge swords, gazes locked ahead. Followers of other sects likewise made ready.
Amidst the clouds, multicolored radiance burst forth, coalescing into a ten-zhang portal framed by rainbows. Mysterious light swirled within its arch.
"Remember the rules!" Feng Piazi declared. "Groups enter at fifteen-minute intervals. The portal shifts locations inside—where you emerge depends on fortune!"
He swept his arm forward. "Advance!"
Ten young Taoists saluted, then shot through the portal as sword beams astride Flying Swords.
When Fa Yuan barked "Enter!" fifteen minutes later, ten monks soared inward on auspicious clouds.
Another quarter-hour passed before Ling Feng ordered lightly, "Proceed."
Ten Mo Sect disciples—Fang Lie among them—bowed and vanished aboard mechanical beasts.
With Fang Lie gone, the elders relaxed, their camaraderie returning.
Ling Feng clasped his hands apologetically. "My shameful lack of discipline amused you all. I beg forgiveness."
"Nonsense!" others hastily replied. "No fault lies with you!"
Feng Piazi chuckled. "While we bear no grudge, don’t resent us later. East Kunlun claims victory in this Secret Realm contest!"
"Amitābha! Bold claims, Dao brother!" Fa Yuan countered. "Great Thunder Sound Temple’s chances seem far brighter!"
"Don’t be hasty," Ling Feng retorted. "Mo Sect is most determined to secure victory."
"Ah," Feng Piazi said airily, "we neglected to mention—among our disciples stands the Sword God’s descendant. Though youthful, his Qi Sea spans nearly sixty li!"
"Remarkable!" Fa Yuan feigned surprise. "Our temple dispatched a prodigy with seventy-li Qi Sea!"
"Curious," Ling Feng mused. "Mo Sect’s Bai First Young Master accompanies us—his Qi Sea approaches eighty li."
All three froze. Normally, the Arhat Immortal Fruit attracted only mediocre Inner Elite Disciples—those with thirty-li Qi Seas already stood out.
This time, each sect had secretly dispatched overpowered Talents to ensure victory. What should’ve been three effortless triumphs instead promised an intense clash of titans!
