Chapter 7

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Chapter 7: If You Don’t Yield, Fight

Not only were the tens of thousands of cultivators in the Ancestral Hall dumbfounded, but even the Four Token Lords stood frozen in shock!

Huo Wufang, the Token Lord of Righteousness, tugged his bushy crimson beard and sighed, "Everyone, seems we’ve got an extra Big Brother now?"

"Hmph! I won’t bow to some Qi Sea level brat!" Lei Zhengfeng snapped. "This is madness!"

"Regardless of Fang Lie’s cultivation level," Huo Wufang declared, "holding the Benevolence Token makes him head of Mo Sect’s Five Great Token Lords. Unless you plan on betraying the sect and ancestors, you’ll obey!"

"You—!" Lei Zhengfeng choked back his words. The Mo Sect Rules loomed large—no one dared risk the accusation of treachery.

Grudgingly, Lei Zhengfeng turned to Mo Qianxun. "Senior Brother, what should we do?"

Mo Qianxun sighed heavily. "Junior Brother Huo speaks truth. The Benevolence Token’s chosen becomes its lord. Even I must defer."

"What? Let some junior trample over us?" Lei Zhengfeng growled.

"Patience," Mo Qianxun replied, fan fluttering. "Sect rules demand inner gate disciple status first. Fang Lie merely borrows the Token Lord’s authority temporarily for this case."

"But becoming inner gate isn’t hard!" Lei Zhengfeng argued. "Advancing in the Golden Pool realm or gaining a Purple Palace master’s sponsorship. Fang Lie’s father made too many enemies, but the boy’s talent means Golden Pool is inevitable!"

"Time," Mo Qianxun mused, "I wonder how much he truly has."

Lei Zhengfeng blinked, then grasped the meaning—Fang Lie’s deadly feud with the Yuan family would spur them to eliminate him before he grew stronger. Relieved, Lei Zhengfeng nodded.

Huo Wufang and Zhou Zhenqing stayed silent, understanding yet withholding comment.

Mo Qianxun suddenly said, "More than the token, I’m curious about the legendary secret art in the Cycle of Fire. What Dao magic could transform someone so drastically?"

His words jolted the others. Though Fang Lie remained weak—merely sprouting wings—they’d forgotten his earlier state: meridians shredded, energy seas ruined by the three unyielding tortures. Even a Thunder Tribulation Immortal couldn’t heal such wounds!

Yet two hours in the Cycle of Fire restored him completely—a heaven-defying miracle! The Four Token Lords burned with curiosity, none more than battle-scarred Lei Zhengfeng. But with Fang Lie wielding the Benevolence Token, none dared pressure him.

Meanwhile, Fang Lie strode from the Cycle of Fire into the hall’s center. The vanished judge’s table materialized, and he planted himself upon it unceremoniously.

*BANG!* The judge’s wooden hammer struck wood. "Kneel before the Ancestor’s Token!" he roared at the masses.

A Qi Sea cultivator commanding tens of thousands? Unthinkable! Yet the crowd dropped obediently, performing the three kowtows and nine prostrations. "We greet the Ancestor!" they chanted—Golden Pool realm veterans and Purple Palace elites alike seething inwardly.

Even the Four Token Lords watched the kneeling hall with wry faces, silently cursing Fang Lie’s audacity.

But Fang Lie ignored this entirely. In his view, any Mo Sect disciple regardless of cultivation level must kneel before the Ancestor’s Token! That was the law!

"Rise," Fang Lie commanded. His voice turned gravely serious. "Today I’ve obtained the Ancestor’s Token from the Cycle of Fire. By tradition, I now lead this trial!"

"Hold it!" A voice rang out. "Fang Lie, you’re unqualified to judge!"

A haughty youth stepped forward – Yuan Xing, Third Brother of Yuan Hua. The Yuan family had four promising brothers this generation, Yuan Hua being the youngest.

"Objecting?" Fang Lie’s voice chilled.

"Damn right!" Yuan Xing scoffed. "You’re just a washed-up loser who grabbed some token. Think that makes you invincible?"

A richly-dressed youth joined in, sneering, "The Mo Sect belongs to us Eight-Hundred-Generation Families! You’ll always be beneath us!"

"Run now if you value your miserable life!" another shouted.

"Making us kneel? Judging cases? Pathetic!"

More family disciples connected to the Yuans jeered openly, insults raining on Fang Lie.

The young man’s face flushed crimson, veins bulging at his temples. Even the old bird seethed, mentally urging: "What’s become of Mo Sect clans? Disregarding the Ancestor’s Token? Teach them!"

"Gladly," Fang Lie replied silently before roaring: "All objectors – step forth! Don’t cower like weaklings!"

"Hah! The trash wants a fight?"

"Using Three Defiance Punishments? Try it!"

Provoked beyond restraint, nearly all hostile family disciples surged forward – over three thousand forming a defiant wall.

They stood cocky and sneering. With their combined influence spanning all Eight-Hundred Families, even the Mo Sect Leader wouldn’t dare punish them. How could this Fang Lie?

They were disastrously wrong.

Fang Lie wasn’t Leader, but far more fearsome. Sect rules were his only compass.

CRACK! His judge’s hammer silenced the hall. "Since these fools defy judgment," he growled, "sect rules demand punishment – BEAT THEM!"

Golden light erupted as ten thousand Law Enforcement Heavenly Soldiers materialized – four per offender. The Ancestral Hall’s space warped, forming a vast square where soldiers forced three thousand youths into orderly rows.

Flaming and watery great rods descended as one. Three thousand strikes landed as single CRACK – such military precision.

The spoiled nobles screamed. One blow sent them crashing to knees, howling. Only the soldiers’ grip prevented them writhing.

Three thousand voices united in agonized wails – a chorus of pure terror.