Chapter 164

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Chapter 164: Northern Region, Qingyu Island

After hearing Fang Lie’s words, Mo Wanfang gave a slight smile and said, "With the Benevolence Token guarding you, only those seeking death would dare pressure you. But this mission offers rewards. Once you hear them, you’ll agree to go."

"Oh?" Fang Lie narrowed his eyes. "Let’s hear it."

"Your Fang Family owns two external properties. After your father’s death, the sect took temporary control. By tradition, you must reach the Golden Pool realm to reclaim them." Mo Wanfang spoke calmly. "But if you accept a three-year assignment, the sect will make an exception."

Fang Lie’s brows furrowed.

The Fang Family belonged to the Eight-Hundred-Generation Families. Though small in number, their influence was vast. Their two properties included Qingqiu—a hundred-mile expanse of perpetual spring teeming with spirit herbs and unfading flowers. Rare bees there produced precious spirit honey, yielding tens of millions of spirit stones annually, rivaling a mid-sized Spirit Stone Mineral Vein.

The second asset was Tiequan Town, named for its self-erupting magma spring rich in underground iron. Simply dredging it yielded top-grade ore, easily refined into first-rank materials for forging treasures.

Daily, the Iron Spring spewed a million pounds of ore, refining to five hundred thousand pounds. Though dense, this only sufficed for a dozen first-rank treasures. Yet its value remained immense.

Beyond common iron, the spring occasionally yielded underground mystic iron (Second-tier), refined fire iron (Third-Rank), venomflame iron (Fourth-Rank), and even fist-sized lumps of ten-thousand-year black gold (Fifth Rank)—each priceless. Legends spoke of rarer treasures surfacing every few centuries.

This spring was a true treasure trove, surpassing even large Spirit Stone Mineral Veins. Under Fang Family control, these assets brought immense wealth. Yet after Fang Lie’s father died, the sect seized everything—external holdings and even their spiritual mansion. Only the ancestral cave dwelling remained, and barely so.

The memories made Fang Lie’s jaw tighten, but he swallowed his bitterness. "Where will I be sent?"

"Ah?" Mo Wanfang brightened. "You accept?"

"You’re holding my family’s assets hostage. What choice do I have?" Fang Lie retorted.

"Now that’s unfair," Mo Wanfang protested. "Refuse if you wish. You’ll reach Golden Pool soon enough and reclaim them then."

Fang Lie’s expression darkened. "I want them now."

For others, Golden Pool was a minor step. For him? An impassable gorge. Yet he couldn’t explain this shame.

Though puzzled, Mo Wanfang pressed on. "Very well. You’ll manage a sect shop on Qingyu Island in Wanxing Sea’s Northern Region. Survive three years there, and the properties are yours."

"Wanxing Sea?" Fang Lie paled. "Where Golden Pool cultivators are common as dogs, Purple Palace experts strut about, and Immortals bow their heads? You send a mere Qi Sea realm ant like me there?"

Mo Wanfang chuckled. "Who fed you such nonsense? True, experts gather there, but locals include many Qi Sea cultivators."

"And outsiders at Qi Sea?"

"Plenty!" Mo Wanfang countered. "Major sects send Core Inner Gate Disciples to wander at Qi Sea realm—many to Wanxing Sea. You’re not core-ranked, but with peerless combat power and an undying nature, you’re perfect for this."

"Hmph. You just want me dead."

"Then consider this visit undone!" Mo Wanfang turned to leave.

"Wait! I’ll go!" Fang Lie grabbed his sleeve. "But I need time to prepare."

"Changed your mind about dying?" Mo Wanfang smirked.

"Hehe~" Fang Lie sneered, "I’m not boasting—no one in this world can kill me yet!"

"Interesting!" Mo Wanfang chuckled, tossing him a jade token. "This Token will grant you authority. Head to Northern Region, Qingyu Island and take charge of Mo Fang Shop as its Shopkeeper."

Fang Lie caught the token. "What’s Mo Fang Shop? What am I supposed to do there?"

"It’s a general store," Mo Wanfang explained. "Your task is to gather high-rank materials. Qingyu Island’s the largest trade hub within tens of thousands of miles—all valuable materials from the region end up there. Buy as much as you can."

"Anyone could handle this," Fang Lie frowned. "Why me? And why dangle such rewards?"

"Wanxing Sea’s a lawless mess," Mo Wanfang sighed. "Even major sects struggle there—their reputation means nothing. Our disciples keep getting killed, but abandoning the area means losing access to resources. That’s where you come in. Your strength’s lacking, but your undying nature makes you perfect. Plus, being a Great Pill Master gives you an edge. Stay cautious, and you’ll establish yourself there."

"Hmm," Fang Lie mused. "Any sect rewards if I succeed?"

"Absolutely!" Mo Wanfang thumped his chest. "Buy third-rank or higher materials at fair prices, and you’ll earn contribution points. Higher ranks mean more points. Lower ranks only matter in bulk."

"Contribution points?" Fang Lie scoffed. "What’s the use? Sounds worthless."

"These points are precious!" Mo Wanfang insisted. "Even I need them desperately!"

"But the sect’s contribution rewards are trash," Fang Lie countered.

"You checked Gentle Breeze Tower’s list, didn’t you?" Mo Wanfang laughed.

"Right," Fang Lie nodded.

"That dump’s for outer disciples," Mo Wanfang snorted. "Accept this mission, and you’ll gain inner gate disciple privileges. Here—see for yourself."

He pulled a jade tablet from his Sumeru Bag, activated it with a secret technique, and handed it over.

Fang Lie scanned it with his divine sense. The list included pills, Dao magic, materials, treasures, and special services.

The pills section showed hundreds of spirit pills. The cheapest—a basic spirit pill worth ten thousand low-grade spirit stones—cost one contribution point. The priciest, a virtual spirit pill aiding cultivation of Illusory Divine Lightning, demanded 300,000 points.

Fang Lie calculated: one point equaled one high-grade spirit stone (ten thousand low-grade). That pill’s price? Thirty million high-grade stones—absurd!

Treasures flooded the next section: attack, defense, support, even puppets and golden halls. Eighth-rank treasures (low-grade Eighth-rank) cost a staggering billion points. The zeros made Fang Lie’s head spin.

Skipping materials, he checked special services. Points could hire sect experts—bodyguards, assassins, alchemy mentors. The sect would even arrange Dao companions… if you had enough points.

More points meant greater contributions and privileges.

Fang Lie finally smirked. "Points do have uses. But only great family clans benefit—they can extort points from others anyway."