Chapter 506

Chapter 506: Elder Council

After departing, Mo Qianxun didn’t immediately begin unraveling the seal. Instead, he summoned all Thunder Tribulation Immortals through an urgent decree.

Within moments, over a dozen Mo Sect Thunder Tribulation Immortals—all great elders—gathered in a hidden chamber. Those unable to attend physically projected their Fa Shen. When the Sect Leader issued a sudden summons, none dared ignore it.

Yet confusion lingered. Recent days had been uneventful—why this abrupt assembly? Mo Qianxun’s amused expression hinted at favorable news, deepening their curiosity.

Once assembled, Mo Qianxun wasted no time. "Those bald devils of Great Thunder Sound Temple schemed against us! They created a spatial crack within Fang Lie’s Central World, linking it to the Demonic Realm. Now demon weapons swarm there like locusts!"

"Vile bald devils!"

"How ruthless! Fang Lie surrendered multiple eighth-rank treasures—is this their repayment?"

"Do they mock Mo Sect’s weakness? Sect Leader, we must retaliate!"

Previously, these elders would’ve mocked Fang Lie’s misfortune. But now? Fang Lie controlled resources they craved—spirit pills, The Great Unity Spell, White Jade Divine Fish, Spirit Liquid.

Wisely abandoning past grudges, they sought reconciliation. This incident offered perfect leverage—assist Fang Lie now, claim favors later.

Mo Qianxun shook his head. "Though malicious, Great Thunder Sound Temple had cause. Fang Lie sold Chongming Ancient Temple’s secret treasure to them while feigning ignorance. This is payback. Moreover, they wielded the Mo Token, binding us from intervention."

"The lost Mo Token?"

"Madness! Trading such treasure merely to harass Fang Lie?"

"Not madness," Mo Qianxun countered. "They aim to force Fang Lie’s surrender—the secret treasure for sealing the spatial crack."

"Folly! Since when do Fang men yield?"

"Fang Lie’s tougher than his sire! Survived three unyielding torments—they’re deluded!"

"Exactly!" Mo Qianxun agreed. "Fang Lie refused, vowing to abandon the Central World before surrendering the treasure."

"Then why summon us?" an elder pressed.

"Because we devised a solution," Mo Qianxun revealed. "This demon disaster could become our windfall!"

Eyes gleamed. "What gain?"

"Demon weapons mean profit." Mo Qianxun produced two True Demon Blood drops. "Combined with Fang Lie’s stock and the White Bone World-Breaking Gate, we’ll bait endless demon weapons."

Gasps echoed before excited chatter erupted.

"Millions of demon weapons?"

"Minimum third-rank specimens! Hundreds of seventh-rank ones—each surpassing seventh-rank top-grade treasures! This equals Mo Sect’s century earnings!"

"More!" another exclaimed. "That unsealed spatial crack means endless flow! Those bald fools didn’t harm Fang Lie—they gifted him an eternal treasure trove!"

"But this matter requires long-term planning!" Mo Qianxun suddenly turned serious. "Demon weapons are valuable, but demon disasters are different. A single mistake could cause catastrophe. I won’t let Mo Sect headquarters become Demonic Soil!"

"Rest assured, Sect Leader." An Elder replied. "Let’s create a sealed area at headquarters to house the White Bone World-Breaking Gate. Enhanced seals will prevent powerful Demons from emerging."

"Good plan!" Another added. "With the protective array and Ninth-Rank Treasures suppressing them, even a Supreme True Demon would perish here!"

"Still," cautioned a third Elder, "we must guard the spatial crack too. Build massive seals that can open or close instantly."

"Limit activations to once a decade," someone suggested. "Avoid attracting powerful Demonic Realm entities. Besides, flooding the market would lower demon weapons’ value!"

"Exactly!" Mo Qianxun chuckled. "My thoughts precisely. But this requires massive resources. With Qingyu Island’s construction draining funds, we’ll need Elder Council approval to dip into war reserves."

The Mo Sect operated through collective rule. Even the Sect Leader needed Elder Council consent for accessing emergency stockpiles. Normally, such requests sparked heated debates.

But today was different. Guaranteed profits and Fang Lie’s favor outweighed risks. The requested amount seemed trivial anyway.

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

Within moments, every Elder approved.

Mo Qianxun grinned. "Elder Zi will oversee this. Now, profit distribution. We follow old rules, but Fang Lie doesn’t. That stubborn boy owns the Central World, the White Bone World-Breaking Gate, and the True Demon Blood. We’re merely laborers. Without sufficient benefits, he’ll refuse."

The room tensed.

"By tradition," someone began, "providers of resources get 70-50%. Laborers receive 30-50%."

"Ridiculous!" Another protested. "Our Thunder Tribulation Immortals doing heavy work while some brat keeps over half? Since when does the sect get scraps?"

"Rules are rules," others sighed. "Normally we’d seize everything from juniors. But Fang Lie’s backed by the Benevolence Token and engaged to Mo Lanyun. Cross him and you’ll face both Sect Leader and the Mo family."

"So our dear Leader is his true backer?" The stubborn old men smirked.

"Enough!" Mo Qianxun flushed. "I’ll remain impartial. Let’s give Fang Lie 30%. My influence can’t squeeze more. Disagree? Negotiate with him yourself!"

"30% works."

"Fair enough for using his assets."

Approvals came swiftly.

Mo Qianxun relaxed. Balancing sect interests with familial ties had been tricky. "Capturers get 20%. Remaining 50% goes to the sect."

"Agreed!" Eyes gleamed with greed.

Subduing Seventh-rank Demons beneath the protective array required minimal effort. Thunder Tribulation Immortals merely stood guard against mishaps. Yet 20% of millions of demon weapons meant staggering wealth.

"Decide among yourselves." Mo Qianxun fled towards the exit. "I’ll unseal the True Demon Blood."

The instant he left, Elders erupted:

"My turn!"

"No, mine!"

Chaos ensued.