Chapter 526

Chapter 526: Successful Infiltration

The people in the City lord’s mansion showed no sign of suspicion and respectfully let the two enter. Then Miao Xingfang began pillaging according to Immortal Han Chan’s memory. They emptied the entire Secret Vault, not sparing even the mountains of low-grade spirit stones.

Though the best parts had already been embezzled by Immortal Han Chan, plenty of treasures remained.

This Divine Spider town was a large settlement with millions of Cultivators stationed year-round. Surrounded by tens of thousands of miles of spirit land, it contained mineral veins, endless Spiritual Fields, and countless rare spiritual items.

Most resources flowed here, with the Ten-Thousand Gu Sect claiming the finest portions. Now, everything fell into Fang Lie and Miao Xingfang’s hands.

Fang Lie estimated the vault’s contents could buy two eighth-rank middle-grade treasures.

Honoring their Agreement, Fang Lie let Miao Xingfang take half. The Young Girl nearly danced with joy.

Though Miao Xingfang was a Core Inner Gate Disciple of the Soul Split Sect, her total wealth couldn’t match a single eighth-rank treasure. This haul tripled her assets!

In truth, she’d contributed little—Fang Lie had fought the real battles. As his slave, she couldn’t protest even if he kept everything.

Yet Fang Lie’s generosity kindled loyalty in her. She vowed to complete his tasks flawlessly, driven not just by threat but self-interest—working for him paid handsomely.

After half a day dividing spoils, they left. Miao Xingfang returned Immortal Han Chan’s corpse and escaped the Ten-Thousand Gu Sect’s territory as ordered, knowing catastrophe loomed.

Fang Lie also withdrew. Despite his resurrection ability, he avoided provoking the sect’s wrath.

A day later, Old Bird fused Immortal Han Chan’s token with Fang Lie’s blood essence. This let Fang Lie use the token openly—undetectable to poison Gu insects, though Thunder Tribulation Immortal experts might see through it. For Fang Lie, this sufficed.

That moonless night, Fang Lie enacted his scheme.

The seventh level of the Ten-Thousand Gu Sect’s treasure valley spanned hundreds of zhang, filled with grotesque black trees swarming gu insects. Wall niches held Seventh-rank treasures—Flying Swords, materials, spirit pills, gu insects—for disciple rewards.

White restrictions glowed before each niche. Touching them triggered attacks and alarms. Though the sect’s restriction techniques lagged behind the Xuan Sect or Mo Sect, their gu insect swarms made defenses impregnable. Even Semi-Immortals couldn’t steal quietly here.

Yet Fang Lie found a weakness.

In a left-wall niche housing a Seventh-rank Flying Sword, the hilt’s blood bead exploded silently. Seven-colored flames birthed a winged, naked man—Fang Lie’s blood clone.

Curled tightly to avoid the niche’s edges, the clone croaked, "Bird Bro, help!"

A palm-sized Giant Rooster emerged from its forehead. Studying the restriction with rainbow eyes, the bird scoffed, "Knew they were bad at restrictions, but this? Pathetic!" One pebble-like peck shattered the white light.

Fang Lie slipped out, leaving the sword untouched. He replaced the original blood bead with another clone’s—maintaining appearances. Two reasons: hiding the sword’s tampering prevented tracing back to Miao Xingfang or himself.

Fang Lie wasn’t afraid, but Miao Xingfang couldn’t endure the Ten-Thousand Gu Sect’s bloody retaliation. Such a useful servant was hard to come by—he needed her alive for future schemes against other sects!

Moreover, Fang Lie wanted to keep his infiltration secret. If others discovered it, they’d become wary.

The second reason was Fang Lie’s own ambition. He knew the treasures here, though plentiful, weren’t the Ten-Thousand Gu Sect’s entire stock—these were merely public rewards for disciples. Their real hoard lay hidden in the Secret Vault.

Fang Lie figured that after taking all the Eighth-rank Treasures here, the sect wouldn’t leave the place empty. Such emptiness would crush morale, forcing them to replenish the stock with treasures from the Secret Vault.

If he came back later, he might score another haul—such a good chance wasn’t something Fang Lie would pass up.

This plan was why he’d risked leaving the valuable Seventh-rank Treasure behind despite the gamble.

After finishing preparations, Fang Lie crept deeper inside.

Suddenly, the poison Gu insects around him stirred restlessly.

"Show the Mournful Cry Cicada token, now!" Old Bird barked.

Fang Lie swiftly pulled out the modified token and waved it. The agitated insects immediately settled, crawling back into trees to sleep.

Cold sweat drenched Fang Lie’s brow. He’d recognized these as Bloodthirsty Demon Insects—steel-hard bodies immune to fire and water, lightning-fast ambush predators.

Even a Thunder Tribulation Immortal surrounded by billions of these insects would perish.

Though unafraid of death, Fang Lie refused to be devoured alive by these horrors—that’d make him wish he were dead!

Luckily, Old Bird had properly linked Immortal Han Chan’s token to him. These mindless insects obeyed tokens blindly, letting Fang Lie slip through.

Wiping sweat, Fang Lie inched forward with the token held high. No insects bothered him as he reached the boundary.

To enter the eighth floor from the seventh level required bypassing powerful restrictions. With Old Bird’s guidance, Fang Lie managed it without incident.

Reaching the eighth floor, Fang Lie blinked in surprise. Treasure compartments lined the walls, but no poison insects were visible. "Hah! No guards here?" he chuckled.

"Fool! Use your Void Eyes before speaking!" Old Bird snapped.

Fang Lie activated his Void Eyes—and nearly choked. The void teemed with countless blue worm-like creatures, numbering in trillions.

Harmless-looking yet vicious, these were Void Gu—ranked among the top three Strange Insects. A handful could kill a Thunder Tribulation Immortal. This many? Even a Semi-Immortal caught unaware would die.

"Eighth floor’s defenses are this terrifying?" Fang Lie gasped. "What guards the ninth floor?"

"Idiot!" Old Bird scoffed. "The eighth has the strongest defenses. The ninth holds Ninth-Rank Treasures—sentient artifacts rivaling Semi-Immortals in combat power. Who needs guards when the treasures themselves can slaughter intruders?"

"Ah!" Fang Lie realized. Stealing from living Semi-Immortals? Suicide.

Old Bird cut in, "Enough chatter. Get working!"

"Right!" Fang Lie grinned, launching his plunder spree.