Chapter 170
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Chapter 170: The Truth Revealed
Witnessing this terrifying scene, the surrounding crowd gasped in shock, frozen with disbelief.
Their astonishment stemmed from multiple factors. First was Fang Lie’s cultivation level—merely at the Qi Sea realm—yet he could wield a Fourth-tier Magical Item, which seemed utterly unimaginable.
Most observers resided in first-class cabins, meaning even the weakest among them were Purple Palace realm cultivators. They instantly discerned Fang Lie’s true strength: a Qi Sea spanning 1,300 zhang. Though impressive for his age, it wasn’t extraordinary.
Normally, such magic power couldn’t activate a fourth-tier treasure, let alone handle a third-tier one. Fang Lie’s feat was possible only because of the Linglong Qi Locking Tower within him. This treasure refined his magic to unparalleled purity, granting strength several times beyond ordinary limits.
Such occurrences were rare, and unaware of this secret, the crowd could only gape in amazement.
The second shock came from Fang Lie’s audacity.
This was a treasure ship—a massive fortress-like artifact capable of offense and defense. Here, its master could challenge opponents above their cultivation level. Though the owner was merely a Nascent Soul cultivator, they could slay Wind Tribulation Immortals aboard the vessel and even contend with Fire Tribulation Immortals.
In such circumstances, even seasoned Immortals would hesitate to provoke conflict. Yet this Qi Sea cultivator had casually slaughtered crew members without explanation.
Who granted him such courage? Did he not grasp the severity of his actions?
The onlookers stared at Fang Lie as if he were already dead, some questioning if he’d lost his mind.
The ship’s crew reacted swiftly to the disturbance.
Before Fang Lie finished killing the initial servants, two Golden Pool realm cultivators arrived with eight underlings. Seeing the bloodstains and lingering Spiritual Pressure around Fang Lie, they immediately understood the situation.
Enraged, the leader bellowed, "Brat! You dare kill our people? You’ve got nerve!"
"Enough talk!" shouted the other. "Kill him!"
He brandished a mid-third-tier magical item—a bronze staff—and channeled his power, causing it to swell over ten zhang before smashing toward Fang Lie.
"Heh." Fang Lie smirked darkly and roared, "Explosive Qi! Blood Ignition! Shatter!"
Simultaneously activating the Explosion Qi Technique and Blood Ignition Technique, his magic surged twentyfold!
The Seven Treasures Vajra Mace erupted with Buddhist light, forming a colossal shadow that crashed forward with overwhelming pressure. Previously, Fang Lie could barely muster one percent of the treasure’s power. Now, amplified twenty times, it unleashed a fifth of its full might.
A fourth-tier treasure against a third-tier weapon held no contest. The Vajra Mace obliterated the bronze staff like kindling, its residual force plowing into the attackers.
The dozen men didn’t even scream. Their bodies burst apart, blood and viscera painting the deck crimson.
"Heavens! This kid’s vicious!"
"Am I seeing right? The Explosion Qi and Blood Ignition Techniques? Those Self-harm Dao Magics! What vendetta does he hold against this ship’s crew?"
"No wonder he attacked recklessly—he’s suicidal! What a waste of that fourth-tier treasure…"
Murmurs spread through the crowd. Some eyed Fang Lie’s treasures greedily but knew better than to interfere. After such carnage, the ship’s crew would claim all spoils. Challenging this would be suicidal on their territory.
When the third wave arrived—over twenty men led by a Purple Palace cultivator—the scene shifted again.
This bare-chested man resembled Raynor. His initial fury upon seeing the carnage turned to horror when he spotted Fang Lie—as if confronting a vengeful ghost!
"You, you, you were dead, weren’t you?" the Purple Palace realm cultivator shouted at Fang Lie in disbelief.
"Hmm?" The nearby passengers immediately noticed something was wrong.
After speaking, the armored man suddenly realized his mistake and clamped his hand over his mouth.
But it was too late—words were like spilled water, impossible to retrieve once spoken.
"Hahaha!" Fang Lie burst into laughter. "Confused why I’m alive after you killed me? Heh, I won’t explain! I’ll just say this—your murderous black market operation is utterly incompetent! Letting me escape means your doom!"
"What? Black market?"
"Murder for profit?"
"Explain this!" The surrounding passengers erupted in alarmed shouts.
Though they didn’t care about Fang Lie’s fate, discovering their lodging was a death trap directly threatened their safety.
"Don’t listen to his lies!" the Purple Palace-level Steward blurted. "We executed him for stealing our treasure!"
"Steal?" Fang Lie scoffed. "I never left my Guest Room since arriving. You delivered poisoned food yourselves! Where’s Raynor? That cowardly dog ambushed me—too scared to show his face?"
The Steward’s gut twisted. Raynor had been crippled and jailed by the ship’s owner for withholding stolen goods. Producing him was impossible.
"Baseless accusations!" the Steward deflected. "You died because you stole!"
"I’m Fang Lie of Mo Sect’s Fang Family!" His voice rang clear. "Our clan’s honor rejects underhanded deeds!"
"The Fang Family?!" A passenger exclaimed. "Weren’t they Mo Sect’s most principled Eight-Hundred-Generation Family? Their last Family Head died upholding justice!"
"Everyone knows Fang Family integrity! He wouldn’t steal!"
"Mo Sect’s a Righteous Sect—their Inner Elite Disciples don’t thieve!"
"Look! He’s only at Qi Sea Realm yet wields Fourth-tier Magical Items! Why would someone that wealthy steal ship trinkets?"
"Major sects pamper such disciples! Why risk stealing worthless junk? Nonsense!"
Though Fang Lie’s father had been mocked for dying honorably, it cemented the Fang Family’s unyielding reputation. Combined with Fang Lie’s Fourth-Rank treasures, the crowd dismissed theft claims.
The Purple Palace cultivator seethed, dread coiling in his gut.
Fang Lie was Mo Sect—millions of disciples strong, dozens of Thunder Tribulation Immortals backing them. Locally weak didn’t mean vulnerable.
Killing an inner disciple secretly was manageable, but Fang Lie had publicly revealed himself. Witnesses couldn’t all be silenced. Once Mo Sect learned, their organization—without a single Thunder Tribulation Immortal—would be crushed.
Cold sweat drenched the Steward as Fang Lie flung out ripped garments and a shattered chair.
"My ambushed clothes and Guest Room chair! Inspect them!"
Divine senses swept the items.
"Primeval Beasts Kung Fu residue—Raynor’s work!"
"That’s definitely a ship’s Guest Room chair!"
Snickers erupted.
"What’s next? Claim he stole while sitting?"
"A man with Sumeru Bags of wealth, pilfering cheap spirit stone items? How much did Raynor pocket?"
The Steward stood paralyzed. Before he could react, a divine sense voice hissed in his consciousness sea:
"Kill Fang Lie. Quell the crowd. Silence everyone tonight."
