Chapter 74
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Chapter 74: Fearless
When Fang Lie finished his cultivation and healed all his Injuries, he slowly opened his eyes—only to get startled immediately.
The Arena originally had only tens of thousands of spectators, but now over two hundred thousand people crowded the space, a dark sea of bodies covering both sky and ground.
Three prominent groups stood out, each led by a figure who had claimed vast empty areas where others dared not approach.
The three wore yellow, white, and golden Daoist robes respectively, their appearances burning into Fang Lie’s memory.
The Boy in Yellow wore bright earth-element Dao Robes embroidered with a mountain on the chest, radiating thick earth element spiritual energy—clearly a treasure.
His sturdy frame and earth-toned face carried permanent arrogance, as if everyone beneath his notice. He stood atop a massive Earth Element Puppet over ten zhang tall, looking utterly self-important!
Though uninterested in the boy, Fang Lie studied the puppet.
Clad in thick runic armor, the towering construct appeared formidable yet agile. Its left hand gripped a Shield spanning seven zhang—large enough to crush buildings—while its right wielded a Hammer with a five-zhang head covered in glowing runes and earth element spiritual energy. This was clearly a superior treasure!
Fang Lie estimated his entire wealth couldn’t buy even the Hammer’s handle.
The Boy in White represented the opposite extreme. Delicate features contrasted with an icy demeanor, as though the world owed him debts. His ice-element Dao Robe, adorned with snowflakes, bore the name Ice Snow Dao Robe.
He stood not on air, but on a Sword Case—a Mo Sect local specialty weapon for housing Sword Formations.
Most cultivation sects specializing in Flying Swords, like Tao Sect’s East Kunlun, focused on single life-bound flying swords. Their sword cultivators believed mastery of one blade sufficed to conquer all.
Mo Sect’s Sword Case users differed, storing multiple Flying Swords to create Sword Formations. While individual swords might seem weaker, actual combat outcomes varied.
Pure sword cultivators excelled through singular focus, wielding blades like extensions of their bodies. Sword Case Cultivators juggled both individual control and formation tactics—a demanding dual path often resulting in mediocrity. Truly skilled ones were rare, requiring exceptional talent.
This white-clad boy clearly had both talent and backing. The faint Sword Energy from his Sword Case hinted at numerous Flying Swords inside, all at least third rank.
The Boy in Gold wore golden-threaded Dao Robes shining like molten metal, exuding grandeur. His imposing stature and skyward arrogance radiated domineering energy. He lounged on a bronze warship stretching dozens of zhang—an ancient relic with weathered patterns whispering of bygone eras.
Each boy commanded dozens of youths brimming with Magic, advanced cultivation, and treasures—unmistakable scions of great family clans.
As Fang Lie stirred awake, the crowd tensed.
The golden-robed boy barked first: "Fang Lie! Hong Yi invited you to her Red Dress Manor. Refuse her—do that, and we might still be friends!"
"Young Master Fang!" the Boy in Yellow added, "I see you as a true man who wouldn’t steal another’s love. Just state your position today, and I’ll gladly call you brother!"
"Hmph!" The icy youth remained silent, coldly staring at Fang Lie as if gazing at a corpse—the threat couldn’t be clearer.
For these three youths to make such statements was already rare enough—they were giving Fang Lie plenty of face.
Had this happened before Fang Lie became a Great Pill Master, they’d have ordered their lackeys to beat him half-dead without wasting words!
They believed their noble status and condescending "respect" should make Fang Lie gratefully accept their demands.
But they’d sorely underestimated the Fang Family’s backbone! Had they pleaded earnestly, Fang Lie might’ve relented. Yet their arrogant threats only steeled his resolve—since when did threats frighten a Fang?
Fang Lie smirked, taunting, "Big Yellow, Little Yellow, and Little White—you made this grand spectacle just to spout nonsense? How disappointing! With this pathetic display, you’re unworthy of being my friends. Scram back to your corners!"
"Ha ha ha—" The crowd of thousands erupted in laughter, unable to contain themselves.
In a shadowy corner, Zhen Hong Yi observed secretly with her maid Linglong.
She’d come to watch Fang Lie struggle with the troubles she’d engineered, never expecting such delicious drama.
Facing Mo Sect’s formidable Inner Elite Disciples, Fang Lie had publicly mocked them with dog names! The humiliation rivaled Zhou Hongjian’s infamous naked incident! These privileged heirs had never suffered such disgrace.
Rage burned through them, smoke nearly rising from their seven orifices.
"Fang Lie! You court death!" the Boy in Gold bellowed furiously.
"I’ll flay you alive!" roared the Boy in Yellow.
"You’re dead!" the white-clad boy spat coldly.
Fang Lie merely smiled. "What can you misfits do? I’ve slain Immortals, imprisoned the Brave Token Lord, crippled East Kunlun Sword God’s disciples! I curse Thunder Tribulation Immortals at will! You? What have you achieved beyond riding ancestral coattails?"
He pointed contemptuously at each. "I spit on your worthless lot!"
Gasps swept the crowd before excited murmurs broke out:
"Incredible! He openly mocks Mo Sect’s elites!"
"No wonder he’s bold—he’s felled greater foes than these family disciples!"
"Finally, someone stands up to arrogant nobles! This warms my heart!"
Hidden away, Zhen Hong Yi’s eyes sparkled. "Such dominance! The Fang bloodline’s pride becomes true might when empowered. Only this caliber of man deserves me!"
"Miss fancies this pauper?" Linglong teased. "He’d make fine son-in-law material!"
"Fool!" Zhen Hong Yi snapped. "A Great Pill Master poor? Never! His iron will would never permit marrying in. Now hush!"
Onstage, the trio trembled speechlessly. Fang Lie’s legendary deeds dwarfed their inherited status—no retort could salvage this.
Realizing verbal defeat, the Boy in Gold roared, "Think you’re tough, Fang? Today I’ll beat you till flowers bloom! Let’s see you mock then!" He brandished a Second-tier Flying Sword. "This goes to whoever crushes this trash!"
