Chapter 263

Chapter 263: Shaking the World

After counting, everyone discovered Ghost-Eating Monster Granny’s wealth was staggeringly immense.

Not to mention other items, there were five to six thousand small spirit pearls alone. Normally, no one carried so many—she must have collected them to purchase her own treasure, the Thousand Souls Banner, at an auction. Sadly, she never succeeded.

In addition to the pearls, hundreds of Sumeru Bags overflowed with spirit stones, mostly low-grade spirit stones. If piled up, they could form a thousand-zhang mountain!

She also possessed over a hundred treasures. Only one was a sixth-rank magical item: the Soul-Stealing Sword, the black dagger she’d planned to use in ambushing Immortal Wind Dragon. This vicious weapon could kill even a Fire Tribulation Immortal if it drew blood—its sole weakness.

Despite this flaw, the dagger remained highly sought-after. Selling it would fetch several thousand small spirit pearls.

The remaining treasures were all Fourth-Rank or higher, including a dozen Fifth-Rank items.

Beyond these major assets lay mountains of Fourth-Rank materials for refining techniques and alchemy, filling multiple Sumeru Bags.

Faced with such riches, even Immortal Suan Mei and the Seven Dragon True Immortals felt inferior. The dragon immortals, perpetually cash-strapped from costly cultivation methods, collectively owned less than the old crone.

Staring at the hoard, the Seven Dragon True Immortals gaped in disbelief. How could fellow Wind Tribulation Immortals differ so vastly in wealth?

Immortal Suan Mei chuckled knowingly. "That wicked hag spent millennia slaughtering cultivators. She didn’t just kill for cultivation—she robbed her victims. Why else would she possess such scattered loot from over a hundred righteous and demonic sects?"

"Call it justice through force," Fang Lie grinned, gathering all fire-element spirit pearls, stones, and treasures. "We’re not bandits—we punish evildoers. Consider these spoils a bonus."

The immortals nodded solemnly, though privately they acknowledged this as classic "black eats black." Fang Lie simply targeted Demonic Overlords instead of innocents, lining his pockets while playing hero.

When the dragon immortals hesitated at taking most shares, Fang Lie waved them off: "Take your picks first. I’ll keep leftovers."

The seven chose practical Fifth-Rank treasures, useful pills, and refining materials before stopping. Fang Lie then distributed thousands of remaining small spirit pearls among them—each receiving wealth equivalent to two or three sixth-rank items.

The dragon immortals marveled at their windfall from a single mission. Fang Lie profited more, claiming the priceless Underworld Dragon Orb and other treasures.

Departing aboard the Crystal Palace treasure ship, they left scavengers scouring the emptied spiritual mansion. All they found were century-old spirit herbs—even the Spirit Marrow veins had been mined dry by Immortal Suan Mei. The site looked licked clean by dogs.

Curses followed the looters’ departure, though a few stubbornly searched for hidden vaults. Within days, news of Ghost-Eating Monster Granny’s demise spread like wildfire across the million-li region, reaching every major power’s ears.

Almost all the cultivators who heard the news clapped and praised Fang Lie’s deeds.

There was no helping it—Ghost-Eating Monster Granny had killed too many and made countless enemies. Nearly everyone wanted her dead.

Yet alongside the praise, the Demonic Overlords secretly felt growing unease.

If Fang Lie dared openly kill Ghost-Eating Monster Granny, would they be next? None could tell.

Righteous folk weren’t concerned, knowing the upright Fang Family would never commit evil acts.

But those of the Demonic Path and Outer Paths feared becoming targets of Fang Lie’s righteous judgment.

Thus began their vanishing acts.

Some hid in shadows, others fled far away—none remained in their old strongholds.

All knew their lairs no longer offered safety against Fang Lie’s group. Ghost-Eating Monster Granny’s fate served as stark warning!

As Demonic Overlords disappeared, the million-mile radius around Qingyu Island transformed into peaceful lands.

With major evils gone, lesser demons dared not linger. They scattered like frightened mice, making the region safer. Even Golden Pool realm youths could wander freely without fear of demonic ambush.

Gradually, Fang Lie earned local cultivators’ goodwill—who wouldn’t prefer safer surroundings?

Yet these matters meant little to Fang Lie now. He focused on sorting the Spoils of War.

The prime treasure was the Seventh-rank Underworld Dragon Orb. But the old bird warned Fang Lie couldn’t use it yet—best to wait until stronger, then attempt fusing it with the Demon Sword to forge a Heavenly Calamity Underworld Dragon Sword. Success would yield a top-grade Seventh-rank treasure with growth potential.

Fire Element Spirit Stones and pearls went to Fire Spirit Peak. These treasures could fuel the peak for nearly half a year.

A single raid on Ghost-Eating Monster Granny only supplied this much? Truly, Fire Spirit Peak’s consumption proved staggering.

Facing such demands, Fang Lie felt impoverished. He ordered Mr. Suan Mei to scout new targets for plunder.

Raiding required strategy, not recklessness.

First, targets must be wealthy. Breaking protective arrays only to find empty coffers? Unthinkable.

Second, avoid overpowering foes. Take Poison Heart Young Master—Fang Lie longed to crush him but knew better.

This scoundrel wielded combat strength rivaling Fire Tribulation Immortals. His Bliss Island’s Formation was crafted by a master alchemist of the Formation Path.

Mr. Suan Mei had inspected it before, admitting failure to sever its hidden Spiritual Energy channels. Even exhausting the Seven Dragon True Immortals wouldn’t breach it.

Lastly, targets must be irredeemable villains. Fang Lie craved wealth but wouldn’t cross moral lines.

Finding demons meeting all criteria proved difficult. Having arrived less than a year prior, Fang Lie lacked local knowledge.

Thus the task fell to Mr. Suan Mei, skilled in divination and regional affairs.

Though gaining minor benefits previously, Mr. Suan Mei’s five-year Agreement limited him to one free service. Initially thinking he’d avoided constant errands, Ghost-Eating Monster Granny’s incident filled him with regret—had he known the profits, he’d have begged Fang Lie for tasks!

Now the free service was spent. Future cooperation meant proper profit-sharing. This raid concerned Mr. Suan Mei’s own gains, so he eagerly departed to find "the juiciest target."

With him gone, Fang Lie resumed daily life.

At Mo Sect’s home, he refined Spirit Pill Essence and crafted spirit pills, trading for spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

While processing these materials, Fang Lie absorbed their power, his cultivation advancing rapidly—noticeable progress each day.

Yet his Qi Sea barely spanned twenty li, still lagging behind Mo Sect’s inner gate elites.

Too much lost time. Even frantic effort couldn’t bridge the gap quickly—cultivation couldn’t be rushed.

Three peaceful months passed. Fang Lei expanded his Qi Sea to twenty-five li after refining heavenly spiritual energy. Then Mr. Suan Mei reappeared, wearing a fox-like grin.