Chapter 144
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Chapter 144: Ambushed
Though Fang Lie dug efficiently, the task remained enormous. He needed to carve out an earth block measuring three hundred zhang square to preserve the treasure tree’s root system intact.
The digging consumed over two hours. Fortunately, the surrounding Iron-Beaked Birds had fled from his earlier display, sparing him further trouble.
Under normal circumstances, Fang Lie would never squander first-rank treasure cannonballs – each costing ten thousand spirit stones meant this operation burned through a million. Simply plucking the fruit would’ve been wiser, but for this precious tree, frugality wasn’t an option. Though the expenditure pained him, it purchased uninterrupted digging time. Persistent bird attacks would’ve made excavating the massive tree impossible.
Upon completion, Fang Lie – drenched in sweat – urgently cast the Sending-Home Art to transport the tree into the Cycle of Fire. The effort drained his Magic reserves, requiring multiple spirit pills for recovery. Still, success crowned his efforts.
Wiping his brow, the exhausted youth hastened back along his original path. The scattered Iron-Beaked Bird corpses along this route deterred their kin, making it the least guarded escape route as the recovering flock began regrouping elsewhere.
Midway through his flight, the birds’ patience broke. They swarmed toward him, only to scatter when Fang Lie brandished the empty Roaring Sky Cannon. These second-rank Low-Level Beasts possessed enough Wisdom to remember prior defeats, yet insufficient cunning to detect his bluff – the weapon held no remaining cannon shells, rendered useless as mere kindling.
Watching their panicked retreat, Fang Lie smirked inwardly. Beasts remain beasts.
His triumphant exit from the strange forest came abruptly. Before his smile faded, a crimson Sword Ray descended from the heavens like bloody lightning.
"Fang Lie, die!" roared a venomous voice.
"Xiao Xuanzi!" The ambush left no time for evasion. Days earlier, this assault would’ve meant certain death. Now, Fang Lie’s roar summoned the fourth-tier Demon-Subduing Golden Bowl. Golden Buddhist light enveloped him as the Sword Ray struck.
BOOM!
The cataclysmic collision birthed shockwaves flattening the surrounding forest. Fang Lie hurtled backward, cratering the earth upon impact. Blood fountained from his lips as he lay in the pit’s depths – organs ruptured, meridians sundered, hovering at death’s threshold.
Such heavy injuries would end any ordinary cultivator’s battle. Not Fang Lie’s. Gritting through agony, he swallowed a supreme-grade spirit pill. Simultaneously, the Nirvana fire nascent fetus’s Shadow within his Qi Sea stirred. The formerly serene infant figure contorted in rage, spewing pure Nirvana fire through his ravaged body.
This legendary flame could resurrect flesh from bone – and now it kindled within Fang Lie’s broken form.
So, even though Fang Lie’s Injuries were severe, they were nothing in the face of these divine flames!
The seven-colored flames blazed fiercely as his shattered internal organs visibly regenerated, his broken meridians mending themselves stronger than before. Lost blood reappeared spontaneously. Combined with the supreme healing spirit pill he’d consumed, even his depleted Nascent Soul energy and Magic were restored.
Fang Lie’s critical condition had completely recovered within mere breaths!
Externally, however, he remained a pitiful sight – blood-soaked robes, lying motionless in the bottomless pit, appearing utterly defeated.
"Hahaha~" Xiao Xuanzi arrived with manic laughter, having been delayed by the recoil from Fang Lie’s Fourth-tier Magical Items. "Fang Lie! Where’s your former arrogance? Now you’re just a dying mutt!"
As he hovered above Fang Lie, nine East Kunlun Taoists, nine Great Thunder Sound Temple monks, and Bai First Young Master closed in.
"Vile thief!" roared a monk. "How came Puhua senior brother’s Demon-Subduing Golden Bowl into your hands?"
"You murdered Puhua! We’ll avenge him!"
East Kunlun disciples blocked the enraged monks. This prize belonged to East Kunlun – by tradition, Xiao Xuanzi’s victory entitled him to all treasures on Fang Lie, including Puhua’s fourth-tier treasure.
Bai First Young Master urgently warned, "Xiao Xuanzi! Stop gloating and finish him! He recovers from any injury!"
"Recover?" Xiao Xuanzi sneered, savoring his triumph. "Look at this wretch!" Unaware of Fang Lie’s true regenerative power, he believed crushing the man’s internal organs and meridians had sealed victory.
"Fool! He opened with Explosion Qi Technique and Blood Ignition Technique!" Bai First Young Master pressed.
Xiao Xuanzi’s smirk vanished. Forming sword seals, he summoned a crimson Sword Ray hundreds of zhang long. "Die then, Fang Lie!"
The terror-inducing strike plunged downward – only to meet empty ground as golden wings erupted behind Fang Lie. "Too late, imbeciles!" The recovered cultivator became a streak of light, darting toward encircling foes.
East Kunlun’s leader bellowed, "STOP HIM!"
Two monks and two Taoists unleashed their third-tier magical items: Flying Swords, a vajra mace, and a wooden fish. Fang Lie laughed wildly, activating both Blood Ignition Technique and Explosion Qi Technique to multiply his Magic twentyfold. The Seven Treasures Vajra Mace erupted with Buddhist radiance, swelling to hundred-zhang proportions.
The Fourth-tier Magical Items obliterated the weaker third-tier treasures like dry leaves, then annihilated their wielders. Fang Lie deftly preserved their Sumeru Bags before seizing them.
"Fools seeking death’s embrace!" Fang Lie mocked from safety. "When heaven’s road lies open, you choose hell’s gate! I sought you not, yet you delivered yourselves!"
