Chapter 96
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Chapter 96: Fang Lie Shows His Skills
When the Fire Tribulation Immortal reached the top floor of Ascending Immortal Tower, Mo Sect Leader Mo Qianxun and other Thunder Tribulation Immortals were already waiting.
As Thunder Tribulation Immortals, their senses were so sharp they could detect even the slightest disturbance a thousand miles away. They’d witnessed the entire spectacle below, including every word spoken.
Seeing the Fire Tribulation Immortal’s shamefaced approach, Mo Qianxun cut him off with a bitter smile: "Save your explanations. We saw everything – how utterly humiliating! One embarrassment I could tolerate, but from Nascent Soul True Immortal to Wind Tribulation Immortal to you? All making fools of yourselves?"
"You’ve lived centuries – can’t you show basic humility? Boasting before tens of thousands of disciples only to fail spectacularly?" Mo Qianxun’s voice hardened. "Turning our sect’s competition into comedy hour?"
The Fire Tribulation Immortal wished the floor would swallow him whole.
Glaring, Mo Qianxun snapped: "If time permitted, I’d lecture you for days! After this, all of you will meditate in isolation for ten years!"
The chastised immortal bowed silently.
Mo Qianxun soared down to hover above the arena. With a sleeve flick, two wisps of pure energy flowed into the poisoned women.
Like snow melting under sunlight, the venomous marks faded rapidly until only faint blemishes remained.
The women stirred awake. Spotting their hovering leader, they scrambled to kneel: "Disciples greet the Clan Leader!"
"Rise." Mo Qianxun’s expression softened. "Talent matters less than character. Your dedication impresses me – achieving such mastery through sheer perseverance? Admirable."
Both women flushed with emotion. Praise from their notoriously strict leader was unprecedented. Gray-Clothed Rakshasi trembled – this recognition meant everything to the common-born cultivator.
After bowing deeply, they froze at Mo Qianxun’s stern follow-up: "But using lethal poisons in non-lethal combat? Blood Tremor and Yin Wind could’ve killed you both!"
"We erred, Clan Leader!" The normally fierce women shrank like scolded children.
"Good you recognize this." Mo Qianxun nodded. "Now make peace."
Under his gaze, the rivals performed stiff handshakes with forced smiles.
"Excellent." The leader’s eyes narrowed. "Now administer the antidotes."
When neither moved, Mo Qianxun’s voice turned dangerous: "Do you seek mutual destruction?"
"We wouldn’t dare!"
"Then act!"
Sharing helpless looks, they confessed: "There… are no antidotes."
Mo Qianxun’s composure cracked. Through gritted teeth he hissed: "Using irreversible poisons? Reckless fools!"
The women stared at their feet.
"Congratulations," the leader spat. "My Immortal Energy merely delays the toxins. Within two hours, you’ll be holding hands in the Yellow Springs!"
This time, the two women finally paled. With bright futures and lifespans spanning millennia ahead, they refused to perish for no clear reason.
They dropped to their knees in unison, pleading, "Clan Leader, save us! We don’t want to die!"
Mo Qianxun heaved a long sigh. "Your talents are exceptional – how could I wish you dead? But curing your poisons requires millennia-old spirit pills our sect lacks."
The women’s faces fell. Zhen Hong Yi exploded, "Vile wench! Must you use poisons without antidotes?"
"You’re no better!" Gray-Clothed Rakshasi retorted. "A poison Master who can’t brew her own cure? You’re just a fool! A colossal fool!"
Normally restrained before their leader, the doomed pair abandoned decorum, trading insults like common fishwives before Mo Qianxun.
The Clan Leader rubbed his temples in frustration. His earlier peacemaking efforts had evaporated like morning dew. Being publicly defied before thousands of disciples wounded his pride. With a wave, he paralyzed both women’s bodies and voices.
"I meant to point you toward survival," he snapped, "but you’ve proven unworthy. Die then!" He stormed off, leaving two stunned figures.
As despair gripped them, Fang Lie floated onto the arena. Flicking his wrists, he launched pigeon-egg-sized orbs – azure toward Zhen Hong Yi, crimson toward Gray-Clothed Rakshasi. Though small, the glowing droplets radiated medicinal aromas matching millennia-old remedies.
The poison experts’ eyes widened. Without hesitation, they swallowed the offered cures. Foul black and red toxins soon oozed from their wounds, leaving disheveled faces but grateful hearts.
"Eternal thanks!" Zhen Hong Yi simpered, curtsying deeply. "I’ll repay this debt most… personally."
Gray-Clothed Rakshasi snorted at the display. "Life-debts won’t be forgotten," she gruffly told Fang Lie. Summoning two mechanical bees, the Female Bee Queen departed without ceremony.
Fang Lie watched her exit approvingly. "True heroine material," he mused.
Zhen Hong Yi’s smile tightened. "Fang Lieee," she cooed, "I was expressing gratitude…"
"Unnecessary," he cut in. "I merely cleared the arena for my match."
Zhen Hong Yi’s eyelashes fluttered in disbelief. Men coveted chances to claim her favor, yet this oaf spurned her?
"Still here?" Fang Lie tapped his foot. "Move along."
Teeth grinding, Zhen Hong Yi mounted her sword. "Mark my words, Fang Lie," she seethed mid-flight. "I’ll repay your ‘kindness’, then make you grovel for my forgiveness!"
