Chapter 169

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Chapter 169: Chaos on the Treasure Ship

Fang Lie laughed bitterly in rage. "You’re running this black market operation here without fearing exposure? How could you keep operating?"

"Precisely to avoid exposure, I need to eliminate you quietly!" Raynor sneered. "This remote cabin draws no attention. Your death would leave no trace – nobody would notice or care!"

"What about my Sect?" Fang Lie pressed with feigned curiosity. "Aren’t you afraid of my Sect’s retaliation?"

"Hmph!" Raynor snorted contemptuously. "I despise spoiled young masters like you, always hiding behind your Sect or family. Who even knows you boarded our ship? Even if they did, who could prove you didn’t disembark earlier? We’ll simply plead ignorance. Who’d dare challenge the mighty Four Seas Alliance?"

"You?" Fang Lie narrowed his eyes. "So this robbery has the ship’s approval? And what’s this Four Seas Alliance?"

"Since you’re about to die, I’ll enlighten you." Raynor smirked. "The Four Seas Alliance commands hundreds of treasure ships – ours is just one. We rule these waters while your Mo Sect holds no influence here. Even if your Sect learns of your death, they can’t touch us!"

"Hahaha!" Raynor jeered triumphantly. "How’s that, young master? Your precious connections mean nothing here. Without them, you’re just worthless trash!"

"Heh." Fang Lie chuckled mockingly. "When did I ever claim to be nobility? I’m genuine common-born!"

"Common-born my ass!" Raynor spat. "What commoner rides first-class and spends 100,000 spirit stones on meals without blinking? If that’s common, what does that make me? Dirt?"

"You?" Fang Lie grinned. "You’re not dirt – you’re pure scum!"

"Impudent!" Raynor roared with furious laughter. "Still mouthing off when death’s at hand? You’re no ordinary brat! But whatever you are, you’re dying today! Remember asking who’d claim your head when boarding? It’s me!"

Raynor suddenly slapped Fang Lie’s chest. The full strength of a Purple Palace Immortal manifested instantly – the casual blow shattered Fang Lie’s body beyond recognition, rendering even the Healing Art useless.

Then occurred something astonishing.

Fang Lie’s corpse transformed into multicolored flames that vanished as quickly as they appeared. Only tattered clothes on the chair proved anything had happened.

"Strange… Since when do corpses combust?" Raynor scratched his head, baffled. "Didn’t use any flame techniques… Whatever. Saves me cleanup."

He rummaged through the clothes for Sumeru Bags. Finding them, his face fell – inside were only ordinary garments and spirit stones: several top-grade, dozens of medium-grade, and hundreds of low-grade.

Though worth tens of thousands, this paled against expectations. Fang Lie’s lavish spending suggested immense wealth – who casually spent millions otherwise?

Frantic, Raynor tore apart the cabin searching for hidden valuables – all in vain. Fang Lie’s true treasures resided safely in the Cycle of Fire, accessible at will. The decoy Sumeru Bag only held meager provisions.

Had Fang Lie not been poisoned and unable to activate his divine skill, even this decoy would’ve been returned to the Cycle of Fire pre-mortem.

After thirty futile minutes, sweat drenched Raynor’s back. The cabin door burst open, revealing a Purple Palace realm cultivator. "Big Brother! What’s taking so long? Master awaits your report!"

"Already killed him," Raynor muttered bitterly.

"Then where’s the loot?" The man pressed. "How rich was this target? Master’s getting impatient!"

"Fat my ass!" Raynor spat angrily. "That brat only left a single Sumeru Bag. Everything’s inside! Third Brother, see for yourself!"

He hurled Fang Lie’s Sumeru Bag at the newly arrived burly man.

Third Brother caught it curiously. After inspecting it, he scowled. "Big Brother, you mocking me? This kid stayed in luxury suites and feasted like royalty. How could he have so little? You can mess with me, but Master won’t tolerate this! Try handing him this trash and he’ll skin you alive!"

"I’m not lying!" Raynor protested desperately. "This was his only bag! Why won’t you believe me?"

"Take it up with Master yourself." Third Brother flung the bag back and stormed off.

Raynor stood frozen, dread pooling in his gut.

The ship’s owner—the Nascent Soul True Immortal residing on the top deck—was notoriously merciless.

If Raynor submitted this meager Sumeru Bag as proof, the Master would accuse him of embezzlement. The consequences would be gruesome.

But there was nothing else. Raynor couldn’t fabricate millions out of thin air.

Gritting his teeth, he trudged to the seventh floor to face his Master.

Meanwhile, Fang Lie’s body ignited with Nirvana fire the instant Raynor killed him, triggering his rebirth in the Cycle of Fire.

Two hours later, Fang Lie gasped back to life. The bone-chilling terror before death had deepened his comprehension of the Dao. Combined with days of consuming spirit-nourishing dishes, his strength surged again—his Qi Sea swelling from 1,200 zhang to 1,300 zhang.

Examining his expanded Qi Sea, Fang Lie grinned at the multicolored rooster beside him. "Bird Bro, seems dying’s the fastest way to power up!"

"Then keep kicking the bucket!" the old bird cackled.

"Don’t worry—I’ll die thoroughly this time!" Fang Lie chuckled. "Thought my first death would be on Qingyu Island. Never expected to get whacked mid-voyage! This cursed Wanxing Sea’s deadlier than rumors. Even boarding a ship lands you in a black market den. How’s that for luck?"

"Truthfully," the old bird mused, "your robbers are the unlucky ones."

"Hah! Right you are!" Fang Lie barked. "Alright, send me back! Time to return their hospitality!"

"Done!"

As the old bird spoke, the Cycle of Fire’s flames shuddered. Fang Lie vanished.

A flash of light later, Fang Lie steadied himself in his ship cabin’s bathroom—exactly where he’d hidden a Nirvana fire mark before boarding.

He’d suspected foul play from the start. The bathroom’s privacy made it perfect for covert teleportation marks.

Emerging, he found the suite abandoned.

"First step—wreak havoc." Fang Lie rubbed his chin. "Expose this black market operation to all passengers. Ruin their reputation before finishing them."

"Brilliant! Stir up chaos!" the old bird crowed. "It’s been ages since proper entertainment!"

Fang Lie marched to the door. Instead of opening it, he summoned the Seven Treasures Vajra Mace. Golden radiance erupted as the top-grade fourth-rank treasure smashed into the Scarlet Fire Copper door.

Despite its protective restrictions, the Guest Room door couldn’t withstand a fourth-tier magical item’s strike. It exploded into shrapnel with an ear-splitting BOOM.

Fang Lie stepped through the wreckage into the corridor, grinning as neighboring doors flew open. Baffled faces peered out as crewmen came running.

"Why’d you break the door?!" a Qi Sea cultivator yelled.

"Breaking doors?" Fang Lie hefted his glowing mace. "I’m here to break skulls."

The Vajra Mace expanded to house-size dimensions. Before the weak cultivators could blink, it pulverized them into crimson paste. Blood splattered walls as decorative vases shattered, transforming the hallway into a gory junkyard.