Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Earth’s Magnetic Storm

Fang Lie, who was completely unaware of being deceived again, returned home in a daze. He chatted and laughed with his brothers and sisters, inspecting their cultivation progress.

Everyone seemed normal except for Mao Mao, who made remarkable progress in cultivation, even surpassing Fang Lie a bit, making him feel extremely embarrassed.

Days passed, and Fang Lie finally obtained the magical sword and the Underworld Dragon Orb, fused into a treasure. It was a strangely black great sword, looking almost the same as before, except there was an orb embedded in the hilt.

Fang Lie couldn’t figure it out and even felt no hint of killing energy from the sword. Unable to hold back, he frowned and said, "What’s this? Just embedding the orb means it’s complete? Why does it have no powerful aura at all?"

"You don’t know anything! This is called a divine object that hides its brilliance. True top-grade treasures don’t radiate any useless powers or spiritual pressure. Look at treasures above eighth-rank; anything that shines brightly is just low-grade trash. Truly good things are unimpressive on the outside," the old bird explained. "This item currently has its killing energy restrained, and once activated, it will be astonishing! It’s an unqualified Seventh-rank top-grade treasure!"

"What? It’s top-grade as soon as it’s created? You’re not trying to fool me, are you?" Fang Lie asked in disbelief.

"Why would I fool you for money?" the old bird retorted. "There are three reasons why it’s so powerful. First, the Underworld Dragon itself is a seventh-rank treasure. Second, the Wonderful Bodhi Fruit has incredible effects. And the most important reason is that the magical sword contains the grievances of countless master alchemists. Previously, they were filled with killing energy and had no intelligence. However, being refined by the Buddhist treasure, the Wonderful Bodhi Fruit, they merged into one, gaining intelligence, consequently raising the treasure’s grade."

"So that’s how it is~" Fang Lie immediately asked curiously, "Can I use it now?"

Under normal circumstances, with Fang Lie’s current magic power, commanding a fifth-rank treasure was tough, let alone a seventh-rank treasure.

However, the old bird smiled and said, "No problem! The grievances in the magical sword believe you’re helping them find freedom and are very grateful, acknowledging your identity as the master, so you can generally control it!"

"What does generally control mean?" Fang Lie asked, confused. "I don’t remember hearing such a strange term when using treasures."

"This item is special. It has its own intelligence, much smarter than ordinary seventh-rank treasures, especially skilled in sword techniques. So its attack method is somewhat like a puppet; as long as you specify an enemy, it will condense boundless killing energy to create a human-shaped puppet, controlling the magical sword to wreak havoc," the old bird explained. "This saves you a lot of energy and magic and allows you to fully unleash the power of those master alchemists."

"Ha ha, that’s not bad!" Fang Lie eagerly asked, "So how strong is this thing? Can it fight against Fire Tribulation Immortal?"

"Definitely not, stop dreaming~" the old bird scolded with a laugh. "Fire Tribulation Immortal isn’t just any cabbage; cultivators who reach this level are all exceptionally talented and powerful individuals, making it hard to defeat them. However, this sword can slaughter Wind Tribulation Immortal without any problem. Overall, its combat strength is similar to your Blood Puppet."

"Made from the Sect Leader’s blood essence, Blood Puppet?" Fang Lie exclaimed excitedly. "That’s great!"

Excited, Fang Lie hurriedly took the magical sword and began ritual refining it. Although he couldn’t refine it into a life-bound treasure, he could still nourish it using the Treasure Essence Technique, gradually washing and strengthening it.

After a couple more days, Mo Wanfang came to take Fang Lie to familiarize himself with his new treasure ship, the Earth’s Magnetic Flying Boat.

Fang Lie naturally could not refuse and went out with Mo Wanfang.

This time, they didn’t fly directly but boarded Mo Wanfang’s treasure ship, the Qingyun Flying Boat, a seventh-rank treasure.

Although this flying boat was only a few dozen feet in size, looking like a soft cloud that could be blown away by the wind, upon stepping on it, Fang Lie was shocked to find the inside was incredibly spacious, covering at least a hundred acres, divided into twelve layers. Golden puppet soldiers stood guard everywhere, truly a station every few steps.

The interior of the Qingyun Flying Boat, while not luxurious, was ancient and elegant, with its own unique charm. Moreover, it was filled with spiritual energy, nearly equal to a paradise of the heavens.

No wonder it was rated as a seventh-rank flying boat; there was indeed some reason behind it.

This treasure might not be particularly good at battle, but it emphasized self-protection. When hidden in the air, it resembled a cloud, making it hard for even Thunder Tribulation Immortal to detect.

Furthermore, even if enemies detected it, unless they were Semi-Immortal or wielded a ninth-rank treasure, it could vanish into thin air from the void.

Of course, ordinary family disciples, even from the Bai family or other core disciples, didn’t have the qualifications to use this level of treasure.

Mo Wanfang, however, was different. Not only was he a Core Inner Gate Disciple of the sect, but he was also a future candidate for its Sect Leader, naturally qualifying to enjoy this treasure.

At this moment, Fang Lie’s curiosity began to rise. After all, the greatest use of the Qingyun Flying Boat was to travel. Within the Mo Sect, tens of thousands of miles could be traversed without needing it. Mo Wanfang’s own speed with the treasure was enough for him to come and go freely, rendering the Qingyun Flying Boat unnecessary.

Thus, if they were using it this time, it surely meant they were going somewhere far. They were clearly going to fetch the Earth’s Magnetic Flying Boat, but why did it need to be so far away?

Mo Wanfang brought Fang Lie to the lounge at the top of the Qingyun Flying Boat. While offering him tea, he laughed and said, "Are you curious why I brought you aboard this vessel?"

"Yeah?" Fang Lie replied directly, "Is the Earth’s Magnetic Flying Boat still very far away?"

"Not only far, but also dangerous!" Mo Wanfang smiled and said, "After the Earth’s Magnetic Flying Boat was initially created, there was an awkward situation; this treasure is most suitable for cultivators skilled in earth’s magnetic force techniques. However, there isn’t anyone like that in the Mo Sect. There are suitable candidates outside, but they are all poor folks who can’t afford this seventh-rank top-grade treasure. Helplessly, the sect had to temporarily seal it in a special secret realm."

"That secret realm is vast but shows no signs of life, completely a large desert wasteland; however, it does produce some earth element materials and spirit stones," Mo Wanfang explained. "In that secret realm, there’s an exceptionally unique place—a vast area of Earth’s Magnetic Storm, filled with terrifying storms, where no one below Fire Tribulation Immortal can enter."

"This kind of abyss is destructive to other things, but for the Earth’s Magnetic Flying Boat, it’s the best nurturing ground. Hence, the sect sealed the Earth’s Magnetic Flying Boat there to absorb the earth’s magnetic force and gradually grow stronger," Mo Wanfang laughed. "Years have gone by, and this flying boat’s overall strength would have increased by two or three times at the very least, and with some opportunities, it’s possible to reach eighth-rank!"

"An eighth-rank flying boat?" Fang Lie’s eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Does that mean it’s as strong as a ninth-rank treasure?"

"Well, how should I put it? Whether it’s a treasure or a puppet, or even a flying boat, once it reaches ninth-rank, it undergoes a qualitative change. Perhaps below eighth-rank, the larger a flying boat is, the more materials it uses, and its power can compete with a higher-ranked treasure. But once treasures reach ninth-rank, this problem disappears. An eighth-rank flying boat would require at least a dozen to barely match a ninth-rank low-grade treasure!" Mo Wanfang explained with a laugh. "However, if it’s also an eighth-rank, the flying boat is undoubtedly many times more powerful than the treasure, without a doubt."

"I see now~" Fang Lie nodded, then smiled and asked, "By the way, can you tell me how many eighth-rank flying boats Mo Sect actually has?"

"Ha ha, I definitely couldn’t tell you before, but now that you are an Honorary Elder, you are also qualified to know these secrets," Mo Wanfang replied solemnly. "However, this is a confidential matter of Mo Sect, so you must remember not to spread it."

"I understand, I’m not foolish!" Fang Lie said with a bitter smile.

"That’s good~" Mo Wanfang continued, "Well, as far as I know, Mo Sect has a total of 18 eighth-rank flying boats, 368 seventh-rank flying boats, and 113 pieces of eighth-rank treasures. No, it’s actually 114 because you guys just bought one Black Tortoise Seal!"

"Wow, so many?" Fang Lie was immediately taken aback, but then he curiously asked, "But why did you add the phrase ‘as far as I know’?"

"Because I’m not at the sect’s upper levels yet!" Mo Wanfang replied impatiently. "These numbers are public knowledge; anyone above Thunder Tribulation Immortal knows, and even their lists and uses are recorded. Elders have the right to view them. But you know, no family would really put everything out in the open, right?"

"I got it~" Fang Lie chuckled. "The sect must have some hidden cards; it’s just a matter of how many."

"Ha ha, indeed!" Mo Wanfang smiled slightly and then changed the topic, "Alright, entering the secret realm will take several days to reach that place. You need to prepare, as you will need to exert some effort."

"Okay!" Fang Lie nodded and then followed Mo Wanfang’s gesture to a guest room to rest.

A few days later, Fang Lie was called by Mo Wanfang.

Coming out of the guest room, he went directly to the top chamber of the Qingyun Flying Boat.

Mo Wanfang was already waiting there; it was a hall several dozen feet square, with transparent walls, allowing for a clear view of the outside scenery.

As Fang Lie looked around, he was immediately stunned by the terrifying Earth’s Magnetic Storm outside!