Chapter 467

Chapter 467: The Big Rip-Off

Putuo Temple and Great Compassion Temple got better deals. They only needed to exchange higher-grade Demonic Treasured Items to retrieve their sect treasures.

Though appearing disadvantageous, this actually wasn’t true. Righteous Cultivators couldn’t use Demonic Treasured Items tainted with Demonic Energy and karma – these were just display pieces showing ancestral achievements, completely useless in practice.

But their reclaimed sect treasures could be used right away, boosting sect strength while earning good reputation. Naturally, both sects agreed happily.

The other two sects weren’t so fortunate.

Master Da Fang of Lotus Dharma Sect had to surrender fistful of breathing earth – Immortal materials surpassing Ninth-Rank quality, vanished from mortal world and only existing in legends.

Even searching all eighteen super sects across righteous and demonic paths might never yield such treasure. Though reluctant, Master Da Fang had no choice as Mo Qianxun stubbornly demanded this particular Immortal material despite offers of two Eighth-rank Treasures.

Mo Qianxun had coveted this for centuries. This was his golden opportunity.

Lotus Dharma Sect’s loss forced compliance – their stolen Crossing Calamity Sutra was made from skins of past Semi-Immortal Sect Leaders, carrying immense symbolic value beyond mere power.

Great Thunder Sound Temple suffered worse. Mo Qianxun forced them to surrender newly discovered Central World with excellent environment and development potential.

Central Worlds represented vast territory and mineral wealth. Each contained unique local specialties worth fortunes. Combined with endless mining benefits, they became vital cultivation resources.

Major sects typically award Thunder Tribulation Immortals two rewards: Eighth-rank Treasure and Central World. The latter proved more valuable due to perpetual income from local specialties.

Not all Central Worlds were equal. Barren sandy ones required costly environmental fixes. Those with existing life allowed immediate Dao soldier deployment without renovations.

Central World coordinates rarely appeared in auctions, snapped up instantly by major sects. Even Great Thunder Sound Temple couldn’t provide Central Worlds to all Thunder Tribulation Immortals, forcing queuing.

By demanding their best Central World, Mo Qianxun’s extortion hit hard – some Thunder Tribulation Elder would lose their claim, risking internal conflicts.

Mo Qianxun didn’t care. His leverage was absolute: treasures from Ghost Realm Sect and the Eighteen Arhats – Śāriputra relics of their ascended ancestors that couldn’t remain lost.

With negotiations concluded, observers noticed Mo Qianxun’s pattern: West Kunlun, Putuo Sect, and Great Thunder Sound Temple – main instigators against Mo Sect last time – suffered heaviest losses. Those remaining neutral got lighter treatment.

Clearly imitating Fang Lie’s revenge tactics, Mo Qianxun punished past offenders severely while sparing others. Though obvious, victims remained powerless with weaknesses exposed.

Having forced others to yield before, they now tasted defeat themselves.

Mo Qianxun smiled while seeing them off, decade-old resentment finally vented.

He also profited greatly – the formation flags and Central World ownership went to Fang Lie, specially chosen rewards.

The Breathing Earth was undoubtedly going to Mo Qianxun. After arguing all day with those stubborn old men and securing the best outcome for Fang Lie, how could he not deserve some consolation?

As for the Demonic Treasured Items, though Fang Lie couldn’t use them himself, he could exchange them with the sect. These Eighth-Rank High-Grade treasures could earn him massive contribution points to spend freely within the sect.

This way, Fang Lie gained benefits, the sect prospered, and even Mo Qianxun as Sect Leader reaped rewards—an Enormous Bargain for all involved!

At this thought, Mo Qianxun couldn’t restrain himself any longer. He loudly called for wine, determined to drink his fill tonight!

While Mo Qianxun celebrated in the Glorious Heavenly Palace, Fang Lie found himself blocked by a crowd during his solitary journey home.

Four to five hundred young East Kunlun Disciples led by Ao Jianzi had intercepted him using flying swords, their formation stretching across the sky.

"Stop!" A pointy-faced scoundrel beside Ao Jianzi shouted, "Fang Lie! Did you truly believe you could swagger home with our sect’s treasures?"

Fang Lie halted, grinning. "Actually, yes. That’s exactly what I thought."

"How naive!"

"Is this fool serious?"

"Proud East Kunlun being tricked by this imbecile? Infuriating!"

The jeering crowd resembled performing clowns. Fang Lei simply smiled without retorting.

Seeing this, Ao Jianzi raised his hand. Immediate silence fell, showcasing his authority among East Kunlun’s younger generation.

With characteristic arrogance, Ao Jianzi declared, "Fang Lie! Surrender the White Dragon Divine Sword and Star Gold Element Core immediately. Kneel and slap yourself a hundred times. Only then will I spare you."

Instead of anger, Fang Lie laughed. "What kind of moron spouts such nonsense?"

"What?!" Ao Jianzi’s face flushed crimson.

Unfazed, Fang Lie sneered, "At Little Demon Chamber, your rule-breaking worsened the demon disaster. You abandoned comrades, framed allies, caused core members’ deaths and hundreds of thousands of civilian casualties. While your sect’s Higher-ups discuss compensation, you dare strut before me like some Giant Rooster demanding stolen goods? Are all East Kunlun Disciples this shameless?"

The crowd erupted. "Can this be true?"

"But wasn’t Great Snow Mountain responsible?"

"Senior Brother Ao Jianzi was confined without rewards—if he weren’t guilty, why would the Sect Leader and Elders punish their favorite?"

"I heard West Kunlun disciples complaining—Ao Jianzi led demonic forces against allies!"

Ao Jianzi trembled with rage. His life-bound flying sword erupted with a thousand-foot Sword Ray, poised to strike—yet halted abruptly.

Fang Lie now held multiple lightning balls radiating Thunder Tribulation Immortal energy. Detonation might spare Ao Jianzi, but ninety percent of surrounding disciples would perish. Such losses would bring catastrophic consequences even for him.

Fang Lei smirked at the paralyzed swordsman. "Strike! I’m offering my neck! No guts? Then you’re a cowardly bastard!"

The insult targeted Ao Jianzi’s entire lineage. Humiliation burned hotter than any flame—never had the proud disciple endured such mockery.

Fang Lie juggled thunder pearls casually. Since obliterating Ghost Realm Sect’s town through Self-Detonation, he’d enthusiastically traded contribution points for these Thunder Tribulation Immortal-made weapons. Their mere presence cowed Ao Jianzi and the surrounding second generation immortals.

Even retreating disciples whispered fearfully—none had encountered someone treating life so recklessly.

Ao Jianzi finally roared, "Fight me properly without thunder pearls!"

"Drop your Flying Sword first," Fang Lie countered cheerfully, "Then we’ll have that ‘fair fight’."