Chapter 125

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Chapter 125: Thousand Souls’ Funeral

Although the Three Great Sects usually got along well—at least on the surface—they showed no mercy when it came to competition.

Feng Piazi immediately declared, "No matter what, we have full confidence in Xiao Xuanzi!"

"Amitābha," said Fa Yuan. "Monks do not speak falsehoods. Puhua is a once-in-a-millennium Talent. At such a tender age, he has already mastered the protective Buddhist light. I cannot believe anyone could best him!"

"Ha! Our Bai First Young Master isn’t some pushover!" Ling Feng chuckled. "Born with the Ice Death spiritual root, wielding a specialized ice-element Sword Case and his family’s secret techniques—his combat strength rivals even a Purple Palace Master!"

"Seems we’ll never agree!" Feng Piazi grinned. "Let’s make a wager then! If Xiao Xuanzi loses, I’ll give each of you a Fourth-Rank Flying Sword!"

"Generous stakes!" Ling Feng’s eyes gleamed. "If Bai First Young Master fails, I’ll gift everyone a Fourth-Rank mechanical puppet!"

"Amitābha," Fa Yuan intoned. "Should we lose, I shall offer each of you a Fourth-Rank Buddhist Treasure."

"Done!" The three exchanged glances and roared in unison.

They then fell silent, closing their eyes to meditate.

Meanwhile, Fang Lie stepped through the rainbow portal. Light flashed, and when his vision cleared, he stood in another realm.

Emerald-green mountains rolled into the distance, blanketed by lush grass. Moist air clung to the forest, where a faint mist drifted between trees.

Their arrival point was a mountain spring, its waters so clear that crimson fish darted visibly beneath the surface—a scene of pure serenity.

But peace shattered the moment Fang Lie appeared.

Before he could inhale the fresh air, eight figures surrounded him. Even the previously neutral inner gate disciples had joined Bai First Young Master’s faction, leaving only Blue Butterfly Dress at Fang Lie’s side.

They formed layers of encirclement—four on the ground, four hovering above—blocking every escape route. Short of tunneling underground, Fang Lie stood trapped.

Yet Fang Lie showed no fear. He smirked at the turncoat disciples. "Opposing me? Have you considered the consequences?"

Three neutral disciples broke into cold sweat.

Had they been certain of killing Fang Lie permanently, they’d have acted boldly. But uncertainty about his undying nature paralyzed them. If he resurrected later, retribution would be brutal.

As a Great Pill Master and candidate Ancestor’s Token holder, Fang Lie could make them wish they were dead—or worse.

Noticing their hesitation, Bai First Young Master barked, "Fear nothing! His undying nature only works at Mo Sect headquarters. Kill him here, and it ends forever!"

"Oh?" Fang Lie arched an eyebrow. "How can you be so sure?"

"Simple!" Bai First Young Master sneered. "The Ancestor’s Token’s protection doesn’t reach beyond Mo Sect. You’re finished!"

In truth, Bai First Young Master didn’t know—but needed to quell doubts.

Fang Lie laughed coldly. "If that weakness existed, why would I come? Do I strike you as a fool?"

The crowd tensed. Fool? Hardly. This was the man who’d slaughtered over a thousand family clan disciples yet remained unscathed. Only an idiot would think him reckless.

His calm demeanor suggested backup plans. The neutral disciples exchanged nervous glances, silently debating whether to withdraw.

But Bai First Young Master couldn’t let this happen. If those three didn’t join the attack, it’d leave a huge gap.

Everyone knew Fang Lie’s wings gave him insane speed. If he slipped through that gap, catching him would be impossible.

Bai First Young Master barked, "Don’t fall for his lies! You’ve already picked my side—he’ll never forgive you even if you back out now!"

"Exactly!" a lackey chimed in. "So what if Fang Lie survives? He’s just an outer disciple! The Bai family’s got your backs!"

This sparked Bai First Young Master’s memory. "Right! I’ll protect you no matter what. But if you chicken out now? Whether Fang Lei comes after you or not, I sure will!"

The three men weren’t fools—this was a naked threat.

Angering Fang Lie might leave a sliver of hope. The guy had potential but not real strength yet.

But crossing Bai First Young Master? His powerful clan ruled Mo Sect. Defy him, and you’re finished.

The trio hurriedly declared: "We stand with the Young Master!"

"Don’t worry—Fang Lie won’t escape!"

"We’re sworn enemies with that bastard!"

Bai First Young Master threw back his head, roaring with laughter. "Hear that, Fang Lie? Your last chance is gone! You’re dead!"

"Think again!" Fang Lie sneered. "You think these clowns can stop me?"

His right hand rose. A fiery spear’s shadow coalesced above his palm—the Soulfire Lance’s embryonic form!

Everyone knew this divine skill’s reputation. Eight treasures flashed as defenses activated.

Bai First Young Master’s Dragon Scale Shield glowed—a third-rank top-grade treasure. No Soulfire Lance could pierce it.

"Tough as you are," Bai First Young Master taunted, "you’ve got deadweight now. Brothers! Aim all spells at that bitch! Let Fang Lie watch his darling die!"

"Yes sir!"

"Consider it done!"

"Killing beauties? My favorite!" the thugs jeered.

Blue Butterfly Dress trembled, tears welling. "A-ah…"

"Bastards!" Fang Lie shoved her behind him. "Fight me, you cowards! Targeting a woman is—AH!"

His shout became a agonized scream.

Blue Butterfly Dress dissolved into blue light, darting to Bai First Young Master’s side. She melted into his arms. "Brother Bai! I missed you!"

"My sweet!" Bai First Young Master groped her waist, smearing kisses across her face. Gone was his icy demeanor. "Missed you too!"

Blue Butterfly Dress reciprocated eagerly, drawing his laughter.

The seven spectators gaped. Their Young Master’s secret lover!

Then they turned to Fang Lie—and gasped.

Two foot-long black daggers protruded from his lower back, tips glistening through his abdomen. Dark blood gushed from special grooves, staining his robes black.

"Second-rank treasures!" someone cried. "Thousand Souls’ Funeral blades!"

Murmurs erupted:

"The most vicious low-tier weapon?"

"Forged from a thousand tortured souls’ hatred! Even Immortals can’t withstand its Corpse Poison!"

"A forbidden item from demonic sects!"

"Fang Lie’s done for!"

"What a ruthless honey trap!"

"The real horror’s her scheming heart!"