Chapter 160
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Chapter 160: Wanxing Sea
However, though it was clearly these great family clans who had gone too far, they refused to acknowledge their wrongdoing.
The Head of the Bai Family sneered, "That little bastard Fang Lie’s nothing but a traitor. He’d rather give treasures to outsiders than keep them for our sect. Despicable!"
"Exactly!" another scoundrel spat angrily. "If those treasures had stayed in Mo Sect, we could’ve boosted a hundred Inner Elite Disciples and Purple Palace realm cultivators. Now most benefits flow to outsiders!"
"A treasure like the Arhat Immortal Fruit tree shouldn’t be left with outer disciples," declared a Family Head radiating red Divine Light. "We must reclaim it for the sect!"
Mo Qianxun sighed. "Sect rules state all Spoils of War belong to the disciple who seized them. Especially Fang Lie – who dares take his Arhat Immortal Fruit tree?"
The crowd fell silent.
Against others, even powerful clans, they could pressure them to share spoils. Those three treasures would’ve remained sect property.
But Fang Lie was different – a reckless youth fearing neither heaven nor earth, backed by the Benevolence Token. None in Mo Sect matched his audacity, not even the Mo Sect Leader himself. While Fang Lie boldly traded with outsiders, the sect leader faced elder opposition for such actions.
A blue-robed Immortal suggested, "If threats won’t work, try bribes. His family’s poor. The sect could offer resources."
"Pointless," Mo Qianxun scoffed. "Fang Lie lacks nothing. He possesses Fourth-Rank treasures and wealth from the Mo Ancestor’s Pill Scripture that makes Wind Tribulation Immortals jealous. Baibao Zhai even provided his protective array. What could we offer?"
"Then kill him!" the Bai Family Head growled. "He’ll become Benevolence Token Lord upon reaching Golden Pool. With three months’ Jade Pool cultivation, he’ll advance rapidly. We must act fast!"
Mo Qianxun grimaced. "How? He’s got undying nature. Past assassination attempts failed, wiping out entire families. Care to try, Junior Brother Bai?"
The Bai Family Head chuckled nervously. "I’m no fool to oppose him openly."
"Then what?" Mo Qianxun pressed.
"Expel him. He’s angered East Kunlun and Great Thunder Sound Temple. Let them hunt him. Whoever dies benefits us!"
A Thunder Tribulation Immortal nodded. "Let dogs fight dogs. Those sects’ secret methods might break his undying nature."
"But rules restrict outer gate assignments to inner gate disciples," Mo Qianxun objected.
"You already bent rules for the Secret Realm contest," the Bai Family Head countered. "Bend them again!"
Mo Qianxun pondered. "Another exception’s possible, but we can’t force him. The Benevolence Token protects him."
"Bait him with benefits," the Bai Family Head insisted. "His family’s two estates have been sect-managed since his father died. Rules say he must reach inner gate to reclaim them."
Mo Qianxun’s eyes lit up. "Return them early if he completes three years’ outer gate missions?"
"Exactly. Reviving his clan’s his obsession. He’ll leap at this chance!"
"That makes sense. With Fang Lie’s stubborn temper, he might actually succeed," Mo Qianxun stroked his beard and continued to ask, "But where should we dispatch him? If it’s nearby, no one would dare cause trouble, but distant places aren’t suitable for a Qi Sea realm cultivator."
"Send him to Wanxing Sea!" the Head of the Bai Family sneered. "We own some low-profile shops there. Just assign him to manage a remote one and watch the show!"
"Brilliant!"
"Genius!"
"Ruthless!"
Everyone immediately praised the idea!
Wanxing Sea lay in the extremely remote south, millions of miles from Mo Sect. Even ordinary Cultivators needed months to fly there.
This enormous sea spanned over millions of miles, appearing boundless. Countless islands dotted the waters like stars, hence its name.
Not only vast, Wanxing Sea was exceptionally dangerous. Demon beasts roamed freely while Fierce Heavenly Winds raged. It contained hundreds of deadly zones and even one abyss.
Deadly zones meant places where even Immortal-level Cultivators faced ninety percent mortality. The abyss was worse—not even Thunder Tribulation Immortals could survive.
The entire region brimmed with violent, chaotic Nascent Soul energy. Yet paradoxically, such places abundantly produced spiritual items. Most large islands contained Spiritual Veins, while over half yielded spirit stones.
Spirit pills, Spirit Plants, spirit essences, and spirit-rich lands existed in uncountable numbers. Some estimated Wanxing Sea produced one-fifth of all spiritual items on land—an unimaginable bounty.
This treasure trove attracted Cultivators from all corners: righteous sects, demonic sects, and scattered cultivators mingled here. Consequently, Wanxing Sea became lawless, where battles were as common as daily meals. Even elite disciples of great sects found no safety here.
The sea’s immense size and turbulent Nascent Soul energy nullified most tracking divine skills and Dao magic. Murderers could easily hide anywhere. Here, only fools flaunted their backgrounds—even the East Kunlun Sword God’s son would face endless assassins.
High status meant greater danger, as valuable targets promised richer loot. Thus, heirs of great family clans avoided this place. Only true warriors seeking bloodshed dared come.
Typically, outsiders needed at least Golden Pool cultivation to barely survive—mere cannon fodder unless desperate. Purple Palace realm cultivators formed the main forces here. A Qi Sea realm Cultivator like Fang Lie wouldn’t even qualify as cannon fodder.
If sent to guard this hellhole for three years, Fang Lie’s stubborn nature might get him killed eight times daily. Hence, all praised the Bai Family Head’s vicious scheme. Even Mo Qianxun nodded approval, finally declaring: "Once Fang Lie emerges from the Jade Pool, we’ll ask if he’ll go to Wanxing Sea."
"Wise Clan Leader!" the crowd chorused.
Yet Huo Wufang, the Token Lord of the Righteousness Token, suddenly spoke gloomily: "Any sect would treasure a teenage Great Pill Master like a rare gem! Yet here we are—Thunder Tribulation Immortals scheming to send their own to die? Does Mo Sect truly lack all decency?"
Silence fell. Faces turned awkward, especially Mo Qianxun’s, now red as a baboon’s rear. Without another word, Huo Wufang bowed and vanished. Others hastily excused themselves too.
Left alone, Mo Qianxun muttered bitterly: "I didn’t want this either. But that stubborn brat leaves no choice. Fine—I’ll speak to him personally. If he shows remorse, I’ll be merciful. Otherwise, let him rot in Wanxing Sea!"
