Chapter 87
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Chapter 87: A Sudden Outbreak of Opportunities
Hearing this, everyone’s eyes instantly brightened.
"Dealing with Fang Lie by breaking rules would be suicidal. But if we act within regulations, he can’t touch us even if he suspects!"
"The best Qi Sea realm disciples only possess third-tier magical items. Yet Fang Lie’s outer gate Qi Sea disciples don’t have any! If we arm his opponents properly… heh, how could he possibly win?"
"Clan Leader! Just give your approval and we’ll spare no effort!"
Mo Qianxun wrinkled his brows. "Very well, proceed. But remember – stay within boundaries this time. If Fang Lei catches the slightest violation, that boy might flip our entire Mo Sect upside down!"
"Understood!"
"After Senior Brother Zhou’s lesson, who’d dare cross the line?"
"We’ll rightfully block Fang Lie from entering the inner gate!" The Thunder Tribulation Immortals declared in unison.
"Ah…" Mo Qianxun showed no delight, sighing bitterly instead. "Elders scheming so hard – not against sect enemies, but our own Qi Sea level junior? My old face burns with shame just speaking of this!"
The gathered Thunder Tribulation Immortals flushed crimson. This affair wasn’t just embarrassing – it reeked of utter disgrace!
"Bury today’s discussion deep. Act covertly through clever methods – never reveal our involvement!" Mo Qianxun ordered wearily. "If word leaks, our collective reputation will be ruined!"
"Rest assured, we’ll maintain secrecy!"
"I’ll sell treasures cheaply, claiming urgent need for spirit stones."
"Or attribute gifts to their ancestors’ legacies!"
"Good." Mo Qianxun waved dismissively. "Begone."
The group hastily bowed and departed.
Alone, Mo Qianxun massaged his temples. "Next inter-sect meeting, I’ll become laughingstock. Should I feign illness? But what ailment suits a Thunder Tribulation Immortal and Mo Sect Leader?"
While Mo Sect higher-ups plotted against Fang Lie, the youth returned to the life-and-death arena with his siblings.
The Zhou Family youth who’d participated in the kidnapping lay dead, slain remotely by Zhou Zhengqing. With the truth exposed, no challengers remained – the arena stood empty.
Fang Lie effortlessly claimed Arena Master status. In ten days, thirty-two Arena Masters would duel to determine the outer gate’s top four and chief disciple.
While others celebrated this victory, Fang Lie harbored growing unease. Merely becoming Arena Master had provoked Thunder Tribulation Immortals into shameful scheming. What greater horrors awaited the main competition?
He knew sect leaders wouldn’t be deterred. Not being Benevolence Token Lord yet, this victory resulted from their momentary foolishness. Ironically, it also revealed the Token’s terrifying power, ensuring future trouble would come meticulously hidden.
Fang Lie maintained cheerful appearances with his siblings during celebrations, but immediately commenced closed-door training afterwards, desperately honing skills before the competition.
Subsequent days proved his suspicions right. Multiple arena qualifiers suddenly encountered miraculous fortunes:
One stumbled upon a Purple Palace expert’s hidden tomb during Secret Realm exploration, inheriting an ice-fire mechanical puppet warrior of third-tier caliber.
Another casually browsing a shady market found an overlooked artifact. Purchased cheaply, it revealed itself as third-tier treasure after minor refining.
Even stranger, a cultivator training on his family’s sacred mountain suddenly saw an ancient well glowing brightly late at night. Suspecting a treasure’s emergence, he rushed down to investigate and actually discovered a third-tier Flying Sword left by predecessors!
Similar incidents occurred four or five times among Mo Sect disciples – and these were only the exposed cases. Who knew how many remained hidden!
While cultivators occasionally encounter minor fortuitous encounters, such events usually happen sporadically over longer periods.
But never before had so many occurred within mere days, nor had they all involved life-and-death Arena Masters exclusively.
It seemed these "lucky breaks" had been carefully arranged.
Consider this: with millions of Mo Sect disciples but only 32 Arena Masters, having all masters coincidentally receive treasures while others got nothing? That defied belief!
Only a fool wouldn’t smell conspiracy here. This clearly targeted Fang Lie.
The Ice and Fire Poison Dragon quartet finally interrupted Fang Lie’s closed-door training to deliver the news.
Hearing this, Fang Lie froze momentarily.
The manipulation was obvious, yet the perpetrators left no traces. Worse still, even if identified, Fang Lie couldn’t confront them – who’d blame people for "generously gifting treasures"?
Fang Lie had to swallow this bitter pill.
But the stubborn youth refused surrender. After dismissing his siblings, he consulted the old bird.
Having overheard everything, the old bird sighed: "Admit defeat. They’ve sacrificed greatly to block your advancement – those third-tier magical items cost fortunes!"
"What’s third-tier treasure to me?" Fang Lie retorted. "I inherit the Divine Phoenix Nirvana Scripture!"
"First," the old bird countered, "the scripture’s strength lies in restoration and undying nature, not combat prowess. Second, arena battles favor close-quarters combat – our weakest aspect."
"In life-or-death struggles, you could trade deaths for victory. But arena rules? One death means instant loss."
"But I’ve got Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Dao Robe, Star-Settling Crown, and Nirvana Healing Technique!"
"Third-tier items require Golden Pool or Purple Palace realm mastery. Qi Sea cultivators barely unleash 30-50% power – yet that’s enough to dominate Qi Sea battles. Even top second-tier treasures pale in comparison. Your only hope? Obtain third-tier treasures yourself."
"Money solves everything!" Fang Lie declared, wings unfurling as he flew toward Baibao Zhai.
Within half an hour, he sat sipping tea with the shopkeeper.
"Shopkeeper," Fang Lie began, "with the competition nearing, other Arena Masters gained third-tier treasures while I…"
The shopkeeper interrupted bitterly: "We have third-tier items… but can’t sell you any. Powerful figures forbade it. For Baibao Zhai’s survival here, I must comply."
Fang Lie’s heart dropped. The refusal meant tremendous pressure outweighed Baibao Zhai’s reputation.
"Fate conspires against me," Fang Lie muttered bitterly, face clouded with frustration.
Watching this, the shopkeeper recalled Fang Lie’s integrity versus scheming family clans, disgusted by his own complicity. Yet as mere functionary, he had no choice.
Before leaving, he whispered: "Rumor says there’s a shady market for mid-level cultivators behind Cuiping Mountain."
