Chapter 195

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Chapter 195: Someone Asks for Death

"Big Brother, you’re not joking with us, right? There’s really a way for our younger brothers and sisters to cultivate?" Fang Huo asked excitedly.

"Absolutely. Someone’s already tried it!" Fang Lie grinned. "Look, this is called the White Jade Fish. It’s a local specialty from Purple Beard Villa on Qingyu Island in the Northern Region of Wanxing Sea. The villa master there has four sons, all possessing at least a Middle-grade Spiritual Root. Among them, two were originally mortals without spiritual roots but managed to upgrade theirs to Middle-grade using these fish. Now they’ve reached cultivation levels above the Golden Pool."

As he spoke, Fang Lie produced the jade basin.

Everyone crowded around, staring at the bubbling hot water and the White Jade Fish swimming freely inside, their faces filled with confusion.

"Big Brother, isn’t that boiling water?" Fang Huo cried. "Are you making fish soup?"

"You don’t get it!" Fang Lie chuckled. "These fish are bizarre—they can only survive in boiling water. If the water cools, they freeze to death."

"I see. How many siblings can these fish help with cultivation?" Fang Huo pressed.

"None right now!" Fang Lie said with a bitter smile. "This requires gradual progress. One fish won’t fix everything. The younger ones are still too weak—their bodies can’t handle the meat of second-rank Low-Level Beasts. Each child gets only a quarter of a fish per meal. You and those two troublemakers split the rest, while Mao Mao eats a whole fish!"

"I… I don’t need that much—" Mao Mao protested weakly.

"Yes, you do," Fang Lie insisted. "The others get less because their low cultivation and weak constitutions can’t handle more. You’re different—a whole fish is fine. Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty. Once their cultivation improves, they’ll eat more too."

"Mao Mao, stop refusing," Fang Huo added. "Big Brother went through all this effort—don’t let him down!"

"Alright then…" Mao Mao nodded. "Thank you, Big Brother."

"No need for thanks between us!" Fang Lie ruffled her hair. "Let’s eat. Forget about those two rascals!"

The group cheered and sprang into action. Fang Huo cooked, Mao Mao corralled the children, and Fang Lie prepared the White Jade Fish using Mao San’s teachings.

Soon, multiple tables groaned under dishes featuring the prized fish. Each child received only a tiny bite—the Spiritual Energy from second-rank Low-Level Beasts was too potent for their small bodies.

Even that small portion left them bloated and warm, too full to touch other dishes. Fang Huo fared no better—a single fish tail left him feverish and forced into closed-door training.

Mao Mao, however, devoured half a fish without issue. Fang Lie gave her another whole one, which she finished effortlessly. When he tried offering more, she shyly declined.

Only then did Fang Lie realize Mao Mao’s advantages went beyond her top-grade spiritual root—her spiritual bone quality was extraordinary. Despite his own miracles and higher cultivation, Fang Lie could stomach only one and a half fish before discomfort set in. Mao Mao’s demon bloodline clearly granted superior digestion and constitution.

Inspecting her progress, Fang Lie was stunned—her Qi Sea now spanned over a thousand zhang, up from a mere hundred zhang months prior.

Their spiritual roots were comparable. Her spiritual bone and comprehension slightly outpaced his, though his willpower remained stronger. Yet her cultivation used mediocre secret techniques, paling against his Divine Phoenix Nirvana Scripture and Innate Great Five Elements Nascent Fetus Classic.

Resources further widened the gap—Fang Lie had consumed countless supreme spirit pills, Low-Level Beast meals, and three Jade Pool months equaling three years’ training. Mao Mao’s humble background couldn’t match this.

Mao Mao’s sole advantage over Fang Lie lay in her habit of consuming spirit stones. Initially devouring one low-grade spirit stone daily, she later upgraded to a high-grade spirit stone each day after Fang Lie’s fortunes improved, occasionally enjoying extra snacks.

Fang Lie had previously dismissed her stone-eating as mere eccentricity, but now realized the truth – these stones actually enhanced her cultivation and seemingly strengthened her spiritual bone. Without this, she could never have reached her current prowess.

Witnessing Mao Mao’s transformation, Fang Lei inwardly lamented: ‘Truly, comparisons reveal true value! While I exhaust myself cultivating through resources, I still can’t match someone who feasts on spirit stones!’

Though envious, Fang Lie felt no jealousy, instead rejoicing at Mao Mao’s progress. He immediately asked if she needed more stones, assuring her of plentiful supplies.

After repeated questioning, Mao Mao confessed with embarrassment that her appetite grew with her cultivation. Though two high-grade stones daily left her hungry, five could satisfy her.

While others might balk at such consumption, Fang Lie – accustomed to million-stone banquets – simply retrieved a Sumeru Bag and gave Mao Mao 3,000 high-grade stones, urging her to eat freely.

Blushing beneath her dark complexion, Mao Mao accepted the gift with visible happiness.

Only then did Fang Lie inquire about sect changes during his absence. At this question, Mao Mao’s brow furrowed as she complained: "Right after you left, five Stewards took over Gentle Breeze Tower. They reduced outer disciples’ Sect Benefits and manipulated sect mission assignments. Though less awful than their predecessors, they’ve still caused widespread discontent. Several objecting outer disciples were beaten by family disciples."

"Those bastards!" Fang Lie roared. "They’ve got a death wish! What about you?"

"Of course we suffered," Mao Mao muttered, lowering her head. "Though our Sect Benefits remained, we received impossible sect missions. Our friends faced exclusion and pressure – some abandoned us openly. Sister Juan refused to comply and had to hunt for coin. Second Brother and Fourth Brother helped her from guilt."

"So Ice Second Brother isn’t just some lust-driven traitor after all!" Fang Lie snarled. "I’m heading to Gentle Breeze Tower to see which fools dare oppose me!"

After instructing Mao Mao to watch their siblings, Fang Lie soared toward his destination on golden wings, his furious expression drawing immediate recognition from passing cultivators.

"Senior Brother Fang returns!" outer disciples cheered, flocking behind him. "Those Stewards are done for now!"

"See his stormy face? He’s furious!"

"They ruined Senior Brother’s hard work – he should annihilate them!"

By the time Fang Lie reached Gentle Breeze Tower, over ten thousand followers trailed him like an army. Current tower occupants joined eagerly, forming protective ranks behind their leader.

Though merely a Qi Sea cultivator and outer disciple, Fang Lie commanded absolute loyalty. Without uttering a word, tens of thousands demonstrated support as he hovered before the tower, bellowing: "Stewards of Gentle Breeze Tower! Present yourselves NOW!"

"NOW!" roared the thunderous chorus behind him, weeks of pent-up fury unleashed in unison.

Terrified family disciples paled and fled, while the Five Great Stewards huddled inside in panic.

"What now?" The green-robed Chief Steward quavered. "He was supposed to be gone three years!"

"Report his rule-breaking!" a deputy cried.

Others glared incredulously as the Chief Steward snapped: "Fool! As Ancestral Hall’s true master, even the Sect Leader couldn’t challenge him! He wields the Benevolence Token and protective array – we’re ants beneath his foot!"

Defeated, the Stewards emerged to face their doom, the Chief muttering: "Whether we hide or confront, our fate’s the same."