Chapter 455

Chapter 455: The Sect Leader’s Plan

"Of course not!" Mo Qianxun hastily explained. "I’d never suggest forgetting your father’s revenge. I meant helping you resolve this matter completely!"

"How?" Fang Lie narrowed his eyes.

"The main culprit was Dark River Divine Sword from East Kunlun. The rest were merely accomplices," Mo Qianxun said, frowning. "Though those accomplices are despicable, there were thousands—all key disciples from major sects. Killing them all for vengeance is impossible and impractical!"

"Impossible?" Fang Lie snorted. "Wherever I find them, I’ll fight! What’s there to fear?"

"Your undying nature doesn’t give you license to turn Mo Sect into the world’s enemy," Mo Qianxun retorted. "We must cooperate during critical times—like Suppressing a Small Demon Cave or defending the Human Tribe against demon disasters. Will you slaughter allies mid-battle to settle personal grudges?"

"That…" Fang Lie faltered.

As his cultivation advanced, Fang Lie would face more crises threatening the world—demon disasters, natural calamities, floods. These required united efforts from righteous sects, demonic factions, and even neutral family clans.

Fang Lie couldn’t act recklessly. Even with his undying nature, he had to prioritize humanity’s survival. Becoming a global pariah was unacceptable.

Moreover, righteous sects already lagged behind the Ten Demonic Sects. Provoking internal wars would weaken them further, something Fang Lie never intended.

Seeing Fang Lie’s hesitation, Mo Qianxun pressed his advantage. "Compel those sects to issue public apologies and discipline their disciples. That’s the sensible solution."

Fang Lie grimaced. Though unsatisfying, this approach preserved unity. His father’s reputation would be restored, and forcing major sects to apologize offered some vindication.

Their punishments? Likely token gestures like closed-door training. Still, it salvaged honor.

"First," Fang Lie declared, "they must apologize publicly and punish the culprits. Second, my father gets posthumous honors as the righteous and demonic war’s greatest hero. Lastly, East Kunlun’s Dark River Divine Sword dies!"

"The first two are manageable," Mo Qianxun sighed. "But Dark River Divine Sword is East Kunlun’s heir apparent—the Sword God’s successor. They’ll never execute him."

"Then East Kunlun remains my enemy!" Fang Lie growled. "Let that dog prepare for death!"

"Very well," Mo Qianxun conceded. "Peace with other sects suffices. We can handle East Kunlun’s hostility."

"You’re dreaming!" Fang Lie scoffed. "Proud major sects would rather fight than apologize!"

Major sects prized face above all. When Fang Lie’s father was framed, they’d denied wrongdoing and pressured Mo Sect into silence. Fang Lie expected no concessions now—only war.

Mo Qianxun smiled. "Circumstances differ. You’re now the undying Benevolence Token Lord, destined to become a Semi-Immortal. No sect wants eternal feud with an unkillable Semi-Immortal."

"Additionally," he added, "your spirit liquid alchemy makes you indispensable. Even now, outsiders bribe Mo Sect elders to obtain your Spirit Liquid—they’re too ashamed to approach directly."

"Bastards!" Fang Lie spat. "I’ll cut off all supplies!"

Fang Lie’s unique purification skill granted endless ten-thousand-year spirit herbs. Sect elites desperately sought his Spirit Liquid for spirit pills.

Yet Fang Lie boycotted hostile clans like Jin and Bai families, causing internal strife. Outsiders assumed he’d reject them too—their sects had orchestrated his father’s murder.

Mo Qianxun harbored deeper concerns. Hoarding endless spirit herbs would breed universal resentment. To prevent catastrophe, Fang Lie must share resources—but his grudges complicated matters.

"Focus on producing more Spirit Liquid," Mo Qianxun instructed. "Auction small quantities to prove availability, but maintain your refusal to supply enemies. Leave negotiations to me."

"Blackmailing them?" Fang Lie frowned.

"Persuasion," Mo Qianxun corrected. "In three months, the Righteous Sects Alliance meets at East Kunlun to address the demon disaster. Attend—they’ll apologize publicly there. Afterwards, we’ll plot against Ghost Realm Sect."

"Interesting." Fang Lie smirked. "I’ll await your show."

"My schemes rarely fail." Mo Qianxun departed smugly.

The old bird’s voice echoed in Fang Lie’s mind: "A golden chance to enter East Kunlun openly!"

"For what? Stealing treasures?" Fang Lie hissed. "It’d spark a sect war—too soon!"