Chapter 143
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Chapter 143: Hidden Secrets
When these Iron-Beaked Birds attacked together, even third-rank protective treasures could be shattered. Thus, no ordinary Inner Elite Disciple could enter alone.
But for Fang Lie, this posed no issue—his current protective treasure was the top-grade fourth-tier Demon-Subduing Golden Bowl!
No matter how fierce the Iron-Beaked Birds were, they remained mere second-rank Low-Level Beasts. Breaking through a fourth-tier treasure was utterly impossible.
Upon seeing the sky-darkening swarm ahead, Fang Lie burst into laughter. "Puhua, oh Puhua! You’re practically a generous patron! Without that fourth-tier treasure you gifted me, I’d truly be stuck. But now? These Iron-Beaked Birds mean nothing!"
As he spoke, a golden bowl materialized above his head, radiating countless golden threads that enveloped him in protective light.
Fang Lie then swaggered boldly toward the dense forest.
The moment he neared the peculiar grove, the territorial Iron-Beaked Birds stirred. These creatures cared nothing for reason—any intruder triggered an immediate assault.
Thus, Fang Lie witnessed true sky-darkening numbers and suicidal ferocity!
Tens of thousands of birds coalesced into a monstrous dark cloud diving toward him. Each weighed thousands of jin, accelerating to terrifying speeds until they became mere streaks before crashing against the Buddhist light shield.
*Crack! Crack! Crack!*
Every impact splattered crimson flesh. Within moments, dozens perished—blood dyed the heavens, feathers swirled wildly. Even battle-hardened Fang Lie felt a chill.
Their fearlessness chilled the soul.
Despite mounting casualties, the birds kept charging relentlessly.
Only then did Fang Lie grasp why earlier arrivals hadn’t harvested the Arhat Immortal Fruit first—they’d needed to eliminate him beforehand. These creatures could easily claim lives!
Though appearing effortless as he plowed through the flock, Fang Lie strained to his limits.
Crimson flames engulfed him as the Blood Ignition Technique burned his blood into Spiritual Energy, replenishing his Magic. Simultaneously, Healing Art restored lost blood, sustaining this brutal cycle.
Yet his Magic dwindled regardless. Forced to act, Fang Lie gulped spirit pills like candy. Each pill multiplied his Magic twentyfold—he’d prepared hundreds for this moment.
Fortunately, these cheap self-made pills spared his wallet. Market equivalents costing thousands of spirit stones each would’ve bankrupted him.
With internal Blood Ignition and external pills, Fang Lie maintained the fourth-tier treasure’s protection—a feat only he could achieve.
Even Xiao Xuanzi or Bai First Young Master, despite superior cultivation, would’ve faltered. Their Magic might better wield fourth-tier treasures temporarily, but prolonged use? Impossible.
Spirit pills’ side effects limited others to three or five doses. Only Fang Lie’s Healing Art allowed pill-gorging without consequence.
Through monstrous Magic regeneration and the treasure’s might, Fang Lie became an unstoppable golden juggernaut. He carved a gory path—blood rained, iron feathers swirled, dying shrieks filled the air—until, after fifteen minutes, he reached the core: the Arhat Immortal Fruit tree.
A colossal hundred-zhang-wide tree stood before him, trunk one zhang thick, canopy lush and majestic. Nearly hundred fist-sized fruits dangled from branches—blue, green, yellow, and vivid red. The red ones glowed with golden halos, radiating sacred Buddhist light.
Shocked, Fang Lie blurted, "Weren’t there supposed to be two or three fruits? This has nearly a hundred!"
"Fool!" Old Bird snapped. "Only red fruits with golden halos are ripe. Others are useless!"
"Ah…" Fang Lie nodded, then frowned. "But seven or eight red ones exist here. And… are there two trees?" Activating his Earth Eye Divine Skill, he spotted another smaller tree ten li away—barely ten zhang wide, bearing a dozen unripe pink fruits.
Old Bird gasped. "No wonder so many experts came! This explains everything!"
"What?"
"When multiple sects discover spiritual items in a Secret Realm, they hold a Path Contest. Rules forbid damaging spiritual roots—harvest fruits, but never take trees."
"Logical," Fang Lie agreed. "Stealing trees ruins future contests."
"But if new spiritual wood sprouts, taking the original becomes permissible. The remaining sapling preserves future contests. This happened before—the Three Great Sects must’ve known about this new tree. They aim to seize the mature one before its fruits ripen next contest!"
"Now I understand!" Fang Lie exclaimed. "I heard this realm’s fruits weren’t valuable—hence only Inner Elite Disciples with third-rank treasures usually come. But this time, three brought fourth-tier items! I thought I’d been deceived, but the stakes were higher!"
"Precisely!" Old Bird cackled. "Perfect timing! Take this tree—leave the sapling for future contests. Mo Sect might even reward you!"
"Obviously!" Fang Lie grinned. "Such fortune can’t be wasted! My family’s Purple Charm Divine Mud lies unused—perfect for planting this treasure!"
"But how do we transplant it?"
"For others? Delicate work. One mistake kills it. You?" Old Bird chuckled. "Dig it up with intact roots, use Sending-Home Art to send it to the Cycle of Fire. Nirvana fire there will nurture it. Return later to find it thriving!"
"Brilliant!" Fang Lie whipped out his Roaring Sky Cannon, bombarding remaining birds with first-rank treasure cannonballs.
Meteoric projectiles birthed hundred-zhang fireballs—each eruption vaporized swathes of birds, the shockwave scattering survivors. Thousands died instantly; the rest fled shrieking.
With skies cleared, Fang Lie grabbed an unrefined first-rank Flying Sword. Channeling Magic, its blade extended a ten-zhang Sword Ray. Though crude, the treasure sliced earth effortlessly—each strike dug ten-zhang trenches.
