Chapter 575

Chapter 575: A Farce Unfolds

Upon hearing Mo Qianxun’s words, Fang Lie pressed curiously, "He seems so mild-mannered, yet ruthless? Really?"

"Hmph! One tale proves his nature," Mo Qianxun sneered. "When Young Taoist Qing Feng wandered anonymously to experience mortal life, he befriended mortal parents and their child. The child’s yin-vein talent attracted a Neutral Sect who captured it for ritual refining—slaughtering the resisting parents."

"Learning this, Qing Feng stormed their sect, slaughtering thousands from mountain gate to ancestral hall," Mo Qianxun continued coldly. "Scoundrels and decent cultivators fell alike. When confronting their Fire Tribulation Immortal Grand Elder, they finally asked why he attacked."

"Laughably," Mo Qianxun chuckled, "they claimed their founder was Xuan Sect’s outer disciple. Still, Qing Feng exterminated them as funeral offerings."

"Rightly so," Fang Lie shrugged. "Sects slaughtering mortals deserve death."

"Only you’d praise such recklessness," Mo Qianxun snorted. "Xuan Sect punished Qing Feng afterward—though he clearly disregarded it."

Mo Lanyun appeared suddenly. "Grandfather, Qing Feng’s bone-dissolving wind—how does it work? Treasures and skills crumble before it!"

"That’s no Demonic Path skill," Mo Qianxun corrected. "Xuan Sect’s Carefree Wind strikes invisibly. Below Ninth-Rank Treasures or Super-Rank Divine Skills, none withstand it."

"So we’re defenseless?" Fang Lie frowned.

"Without such protections, yes," Mo Qianxun confirmed.

Mo Lanyun paled. "Must we surrender?"

"Not entirely." Mo Qianxun’s eyes gleamed. "A Thunder Tribulation Immortal user revealed two flaws—massive magic consumption and thousand-foot range."

"Nothing’s invincible," Fang Lie brightened.

"But tracking invisible wind?" Mo Lanyun fretted.

"Keep thousand feet apart," Mo Qianxun advised after calculations.

"Then I’ll blast him with Compassionate Light if he approaches!" Mo Lanyun declared.

"Self-Detonating Spiritual Roots unleash pseudo-Immortal Magic surpassing mortal skills," Mo Qianxun laughed. "You’ll overpower him!"

As they spoke, Xue Sha (Blood River Sect), Ming Jianzi (Great Snow Mountain), and Li Qingshi (Abbot Mountain) simultaneously challenged Penglai Sword Sect’s pale chief disciple—Divine Machine Sword.

"Fight me and keep your life!" Ming Jianzi offered.

"Choose me for rewards!" Xue Sha bargained.

"Allies should lose gracefully," Li Qingshi smirked. "Overseas Three Immortal Mountains stick together."

Divine Machine Sword flushed crimson. "Must I lose?"

"Can you defeat any of us?" Li Qingshi taunted.

Guided by his Sect Leader’s whisper, the pale youth relented. "I yield to Li Qingshi."

"Spineless worm!" Ming Jianzi spat.

Xue Sha wheeled on his rival. "Demonic sects shouldn’t clash! You challenge Mo Lanyun!"

"You’re my junior—you go!" Ming Jianzi deflected.

"Senior brothers don’t sacrifice juniors!" Xue Sha retorted.

"True gentlemen avoid fighting ladies," Ming Jianzi sniffed, turning away.