Chapter 16
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Chapter 16: Supreme Token Lord
Fang Lie intended to kill! His targets were all elites from the Eight-Hundred-Generation Families. How could their clans stand idly by?
Numerous high-level Cultivators emerged, attempting various methods to dissuade him.
Some directly threatened him, but Fang Lie—still burning with wrath—violently thrashed them.
Others humbly offered apologies and reparations, pleading to spare their descendants. Yet Fang Lie remained resolute, determined to make an example by refusing all appeals.
After persistent efforts, they finally recognized Fang Lie’s unyielding Fang Family nature—once set on a path, he’d charge through the South Wall rather than turn back!
Realizing negotiation was futile, they urgently sought the Clan Leader and other Token Lords.
The rioters continued being beaten, some already unconscious and nearing death, fueling their desperation.
When dozens of Purple Palace-level Cultivators finally glimpsed Clan Leader Mo Qianxun’s Shadow projection, they received an unexpected response.
"Save your words. I know your purpose."
Mo Qianxun’s Shadow manifested by a lakeside pavilion, addressing them lightly. "Fang Lie’s severity stems from your disciples’ prior cruelty. He enforces sect rules—I cannot intervene."
"But Clan Leader, they’re mere children!" protested a purple-robed Elder mournfully. "Mistakes born of grief!"
"Children? Twenty? Thirty? Forty?" Mo Qianxun countered coldly. "What of the three-year-old whose limbs they shattered? How could they commit such Demonic Path acts? Is this your teaching?"
His voice rose to a furious roar.
The group flushed with shame. Despite their flaws, basic humanity remained.
Harming a toddler crossed all boundaries.
As the purple-robed Elder retreated, another stepped forward. "They erred, but death is excessive! Three were Inner Elite Disciples—our Mo Sect has barely a hundred such talents!"
"The count stands at 101," Mo Qianxun corrected calmly. "Three forfeited that status."
"Clan Leader! You can’t discard them over minor faults!" another Elder cried bitterly. "This injustice—"
"Fools!" Mo Qianxun snapped. "My condemnation isn’t for maiming children, but for stupidity! Knowing Fang Lie wields the Ancestor’s Token controls the Ancestral Hall and protective array, they still attacked his siblings? Braindead morons courting death!"
"Mo Sect elites may be ruthless or cunning—never imbeciles! Such fools deserve extinction!"
"Abandon your efforts. No Token Lord will oppose Fang Lie now," Mo Qianxun added wearily. "The Brave Token Lord’s fate serves as warning. None wish to join him."
Understanding their descendants were doomed, bitter resentment swept through the crowd.
"Our children may die, but vengeance remains!" A bristling Elder roared. "Fang Lie must perish!"
"Handle matters discreetly," Mo Qianxun stated. "If Fang Lie lodges formal complaints, I’ll enforce sect rules. But if resolved… quietly… I’ll feign ignorance."
His meaning pierced the Old Foxes instantly—eliminate Fang Lie without evidence.
As they departed, the Ancestral Hall’s beatings concluded. Only three Inner Elite Disciples lingered, breaths shallow.
Fang Lie finally relaxed, turning to the kneeling Li Feng—his final judgment.
"Li Feng. As Law Enforcer, you betrayed justice through bribery and false charges. You’ve shamed the Ancestral Hall." Fang Lie’s voice chilled. "Sentence: abolish his cultivation power, five hundred years in Cold Prison. Keep Lei Zhengfeng company."
"Mercy!" Li Feng pleaded, face ashen. "I erred momentarily!"
Fang Lie watched impassively as Law Enforcement Heavenly Soldiers stripped Li Feng’s cultivation and dragged him away.
With Yuan Hua enduring Thousand Cuts, the case concluded.
Impatient, Fang Lie strode toward Cycle of Fire via Golden Light Avenue—one step transporting him to its Secret Realm.
The old bird materialized, cackling. "Hilarious! Beatings! Executions! The Ancestral Hall’s never witnessed such spectacle!"
"You sound delighted," Fang Lie remarked wryly.
"Absolutely!" The old bird chirped. "Karma-heavy scoundrels perishing? Wonderful! More deaths, better mood!"
"Karma? Those Legendary resentment accumulations causing heart demons and twisted Fate?" Fang Lie frowned. "Mere myths?"
"Reality!" The old bird affirmed. "Killers accumulate karma. But merit exists too—why you inherited Divine Phoenix Nirvana Scripture. Beyond willpower and great vow, your massive merit enabled Heavenly Dao resonance."
"Previous aspirants surpassed your talent but lacked merit. You saved dozens—each life saved builds Seventh-Rank merit!"
"I merely helped them survive," Fang Lie murmured. "Never sought merit."
"Precisely why merit flowed!" The old bird nodded sagely. "Cause and effect—destiny’s balance."
Suddenly, the usually comical creature radiated ancient wisdom.
Recalling his dilemma, Fang Lie tensed. "That wretch claimed I’ll never reach Golden Pool realm. You hinted similar. What’s wrong? My Qi Sea’s tiny tower?"
