Chapter 192
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Chapter 192: The New Mo Fang Shop
"We don’t know about that~" Mao San said helplessly. "This was the master’s exclusive privilege. Only he and his sons could eat these fish. No one else even knew they existed."
"We only learned about the White Jade Fish because we cooked them," Gou Si added.
"But I recall Young Master Three and Four showed no spiritual roots in childhood. After their teens, they suddenly gained cultivation abilities – definitely the fish’s doing," Gou Si continued.
"I see~" Fang Lie nodded. "How do you prepare them? Boiling doesn’t work."
"Simple – slice them raw and add special seasoning we keep here," Mao San explained.
"Prepare some for me then," Fang Lie ordered.
"Consider it done!" Mao San promised.
"Another thing~" Fang Lie suddenly asked, "Do they benefit those who already have spiritual roots?"
"Marginally. They only boost to middle-grade spiritual roots at best," Mao San said. "The young masters’ roots never improved beyond that for decades."
"Middle-grade suffices~" Fang Lie chuckled.
Typically, low-grade spiritual roots capped at Golden Pool realm. Middle-grade might reach Nascent Soul True Immortal, while high-grade offered slim chances for Thunder Tribulation Immortal. But high-grade roots were exceedingly rare – only one in ten thousand cultivators possessed them.
Commoners could cultivate in spiritual-rich areas but never progress beyond Qi Sea realm. The servants here, lacking spiritual roots, barely reached low Qi Sea despite living on spiritual veins.
Mao San and Gou Si appeared elderly yet held three hundred zhang deep Qi Sea cultivation – enough for Golden Pool advancement. Puzzled, Fang Lie inquired: "With such cultivation depth, why haven’t you advanced? Golden Pool extends lifespan!"
"Alas~" Mao San sighed. "We lacked spiritual roots. Only by eating the masters’ White Jade Fish scraps – guts, bones, offal – did we develop faint roots."
"Though qualified, servants never receive advancement methods!" Gou Si spat bitterly. "No Dao magic, no spirit pills – how could we progress?"
"So that’s it!" Fang Lie stroked his chin. "I’ll provide everything needed for your Golden Pool advancement. In return, manage this estate properly."
"Truly?!" The pair knelt instantly, vowing: "We’ll swear eternal loyalty! Betray you, and may heaven’s thunder strike us dead!"
"Rise," Fang Lie lifted them. "You’re now chief stewards of Fang Family Villa!"
"Understood!" they chorused.
"The Mo Fang Shop below will go to Liu Dingyi eventually. Manage it until he arrives," Fang Lie instructed. "Sort these items – including Dao magic texts you might need."
He tossed them Sumeru Bags containing thousands of pills, material mountains, broken treasures, and Jade Slips with cultivation methods. Having the Divine Phoenix Nirvana Scripture, Fang Lie cared little for the rest.
The stewards gaped at the hoard. Though expecting wealth from the Purple Beard Master’s vanquisher, this exceeded all imaginations.
"Master, this will take ages to organize!" Mao San cried ruefully.
"No rush~" Fang Lie smiled. "Take your time. Also, I need medicinal herbs for alchemy—regardless of their age or type. Buy every one you can find."
"Master, could you be an alchemist?" Gou Si pressed urgently.
"Correct~" Fang Lie declared with pride. "And I’m rather proficient."
He tossed them a Sumeru Bag. "These are spirit pills I’ve stockpiled. Sell them at Mo Fang Shop. Remember: no low-grade spirit stones—only high-grade ones. If unavailable, accept materials or treasures at a 30% discount. Clear?"
"Understood!" Mao San snatched the bag.
"Good!" Fang Lie added, "Does this manor hide any secrets?"
"We know nothing else," Mao San replied.
"But we’ve heard whispers," Gou Si said. "Though Purple Beard Master claims ownership, he has powerful backers. Without them, someone of his strength could never hold such a large island. Master, by defeating him, you’ve provoked those behind him. Stay cautious!"
"Oh? Interesting," Fang Lie chuckled. "Handle your tasks. I’ll question Purple Beard about his backers myself."
He strode out, soon arriving at Purple Tower to interrogate Purple Beard Master. The captive revealed details of the surrounding seas and his affiliations.
This entire sea region fell under the Xiaoyao Alliance—a coalition of over a hundred island lords banding together against stronger neighbors.
The alliance’s weakest members were Purple Palace Masters. Their leader, Illusion Island’s Li Tianming, was a seventh-stage Nascent Soul True Immortal, nearing Wind Tribulation Immortal status.
Though the Xiaoyao Alliance focused on defense, Purple Beard’s death insulted them. Once news spread, they’d attack Fang Lie to save face—failing to retaliate would dissolve their unity.
Fang Lie admitted he could barely match a Purple Palace Master. Against a Nascent Soul True Immortal, he’d lose without the estate’s protective array. Still, the array negated such threats, so he turned to plundering Purple Beard’s resources.
The Purple Beard clan had schemed for centuries. Their island’s prime location hosted bustling shops frequented by cultivators. Combined with looted wealth, their hoard was staggering.
Purple Beard’s warehouses held mountains of low-grade spirit stones and ten thousand high-grade ones boxed neatly. Materials and treasures outmatched Fang Lie’s prior loot tenfold.
Fourth-tier magical items numbered only two, with none fifth-tier—unsurprising, as higher-tier treasures were rare. Purple Beard himself owned three fourth-tier and one fifth-tier item, plus those his sons carried.
Securing Qingyu Island, Fang Lie prepared for closed-door training to absorb his gains while advancing his plan to enrich the island.
His vast resources made this feasible. When Mo Fang Shop reopened, initial disinterest vanished as visitors gaped at left-wall shelves crammed with thousands of spirit pill bottles, right-wall stacks of spirit talismans, and central displays showcasing three fourth-tier and one fifth-tier magical item.
This wasn’t the old Mo Fang Shop—it was a Baibao Zhai! The displayed wares could purchase the entire street.
Cultivators craved four things: spirit pills, talismans, treasures, and Dao magic—especially those lacking mentors. Yet money often failed to buy quality. Nearby shops paled—pill stores offered mere hundreds of bottles, talisman shops under a thousand scrolls, treasure vendors a paltry twenty items topped by fourth-tier trinkets. Fifth-tier treasures required trips to Penglai Immortal City.
But here, Mo Fang Shop overflowed with unimaginable riches!
