Chapter 163

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Chapter 163: When the Truth Is Revealed

You must understand, Fang Lie had endured extremely harsh years. As a loyal descendant of Mo Sect, he suffered endless persecution—how could he not hold deep resentment?

As Mo Sect Leader, even if he hadn’t known about Fang Lie’s struggles before, he bore full responsibility for allowing the sect to decay into such corruption.

What infuriated Fang Lie most was after his rise to prominence. The Eight-Hundred-Generation Families repeatedly schemed against him. Though the Clan Leader might not have directly participated, he undoubtedly knew every detail. Yet afterward, he only covered for those families instead of curbing their abuses.

Most glaringly, Fang Lie had won first place in the Outer Sect Competition yet was barred from the inner gate. If the Mo Sect Leader hadn’t secretly interfered, Fang Lie would sooner die than believe it.

Fang Lie knew his worth—possessing an undying nature and inheriting the Mo Ancestor’s Pill Scripture made him a top-tier Great Pill Master. He deserved respect within the sect.

Yet his current standing came solely through the Benevolence Token’s protection and his own bloodied efforts. The Clan Leader never aided him, even framing him at times. How could Fang Lie not rage?

Were it not for the Benevolence Token’s item spirit, old bird, who genuinely cherished him, Fang Lie might have rebelled and abandoned the sect entirely.

Thus Fang Lie resented the Clan Leader deeply, scorn extending to his entire faction. Mo Wanfang, as part of that lineage, became a target of this disdain—yet being Fang Lie’s father’s close friend created awkwardness. Should Fang Lie show respect or vent his anger?

Seeing Fang Lie’s strained expression, Mo Wanfang guessed his thoughts. With an awkward chuckle, he sighed, "I know you harbor grievances, but please try to understand…"

"Understand what?" Fang Lie snapped coldly. "Understanding this glutton who extorts a hundred thousand spirit stones as toll fees? Or understanding how my siblings and I slaved for a decade yet earned less than a thousand stones combined?"

"Ah—" Mo Wanfang flushed with embarrassment. The fat Cultivator turned crimson, stammering incoherently.

Sighing, Mo Wanfang gestured. "This isn’t the place. Shall we walk?"

Curious about his intentions, Fang Lie waved. "Lead on."

He strode ahead, Mo Wanfang hastily matching his pace down the mountain’s stone steps until they vanished from view.

Only then did the fat Cultivator wipe his brow, muttering, "That Fang Lie’s a true scoundrel! I paid ninety thousand stones for his toll without provoking him—why shame me publicly?"

Meanwhile, Fang Lie and Mo Wanfang reached a scenic overlook, pausing to feign admiration of the vista.

"Nephew, I’ve heard everything." Mo Wanfang wore remorse. "The sect has wronged you greatly—this I admit."

"If the sect erred," Fang Lie smirked, "where exactly? And how will you amend it?"

"Wronging you, of course. Rest assured, it won’t recur!"

"That’s irrelevant!" Fang Lie scoffed. "As a Great Pill Master and candidate Token Lord of the Benevolence Token, they can’t exploit me now. I ask—how will the sect purge its parasites? Outer disciples already scrape by on five monthly spirit stones, yet most receive two, some none! How is this tolerated? Does the sect know? Will it change?"

Mo Wanfang grimaced. "Child, this is folly! The noble clans control everything—reform is impossible!"

"Impossible?" Fang Lie sneered. "Or because you’re all clan members protecting your benefits? Reform would bleed your own interests—am I wrong, future Sect Leader?"

Mo Wanfang reddened, anger stifled by guilt. At last he sighed, "You’re your father’s son—just as stubborn!"

"Naturally! Now, future Sect Leader—you’re too busy to visit a mere orphan without ulterior motives."

"I came solely to see you!"

"Then you’ve seen me. Farewell." Fang Lie turned to leave.

"Wait!" Mo Wanfang grabbed his arm, exasperated. "There are matters to discuss!"

"Ha! Knew it! You’d never show face unless needing something!"

"Must you be so caustic?" Mo Wanfang sighed. "I emerged from seclusion three days ago! I truly wished to see you—to fulfill a senior’s duty."

"Get to the point. No more nonsense!" Fang Lie retorted coldly.

Mo Wanfang sighed heavily, knowing Fang Lie’s deep resentment toward him and Mo Sect couldn’t be resolved quickly. Cutting explanations short, he stated bluntly, "The sect wants to purchase your Arhat Immortal Fruit tree, nine Lingzhi, and Five Elements Spirit Fruits."

Fang Lie smirked. "Sure. Hand over one Ninth-Rank Treasure, and all three are yours."

"Don’t jest," Mo Wanfang said awkwardly. "How many Ninth-Rank Treasures exist in Mo Sect? Your items aren’t worth that!"

"Then an Eighth-Rank Treasure will suffice," Fang Lie quipped.

"Enough games," Mo Wanfang replied with a pained smile. "Even I lack Eighth-Rank Treasures—those belong to Thunder Tribulation Immortals. Perhaps a Seventh-Rank one?"

"Seventh-Rank?" Fang Lie scoffed. "Could I even wield it now?"

"Not immediately," Mo Wanfang admitted. "Perhaps after you reach the Purple Palace stage—"

"Purple Palace? That’s centuries away!" Fang Lie snapped. "You expect me to trade usable treasures for junk I can’t touch for lifetimes? Are you truly my father’s ally… or an enemy scheming against his son?"

Mo Wanfang reddened. "Your tongue cuts sharper than your father’s ever did."

Fang Lie snorted dismissively.

"Fine," Mo Wanfang conceded. "Name your terms if Seventh-Rank Treasures displease you."

"I want nothing," Fang Lie shot back. "I lack no treasures, Dao magic, or spirit stones. Why sell my golden geese?"

"Then keep them," Mo Wanfang pressed, "but restrict sales to Mo Sect. These treasures bolster our strength—why feed outsiders?"

"Hypocrisy!" Fang Lie barked. "I’d sell to the sect if its vultures hadn’t demanded I trade these for worthless formation flags! Their collusion and pressure? I spit on it!"

Mo Wanfang faltered, stunned Fang Lie knew of the great family clans’ schemes. Defeated, he muttered, "They erred this time. Just… prioritize the sect next occasion."

"Perhaps… in a Hundred Years." Fang Lie shrugged.

Mo Wanfang’s composure cracked. "You feel no loyalty to Mo Sect?"

"Loyalty?" Fang Lie’s voice turned icy. "The sect gave me nothing but suffering. You bred this disdain."

Grimacing, Mo Wanfang changed tack. "One final matter. Though an outer disciple, your combat power matches inner gate standards—winning the Outer Sect Competition, seizing the Arhat Immortal Fruit tree. The sect grants you inner gate privileges… and a three-year training mission."

Fury ignited Fang Lie. "Inner gate perks withheld, yet you dump this thankless task? Reward or punishment? I refuse! Try forcing me!"

With the old bird’s support, he feared no breach of sect rules.