Chapter 593

Chapter 593: Fang Lie Borrows a Treasure

"Southern Dipper Soul-Chasing Arrow?" Fang Lie frowned. "I’ve vaguely heard that name, but don’t know the details. Is this treasure truly formidable?"

"The Big Dipper governs life, the Southern Dipper governs death. This arrow specializes in controlling death itself," the old bird explained. "Legends say that in ancient times, a mighty true immortal perished unjustly in the Demonic Domain’s abyss. His lingering resentment fused with demonic energy over millennia, transforming his bones into a cursed artifact. A Left Dao grandmaster later claimed it as his supreme treasure."

"After millennia of ritual refinement—including sacrifices of dozens of Semi-Immortals, thousands of Thunder Tribulation cultivators, and countless others—they forged this Ninth-Rank heaven-defying treasure. Crafted from that immortal’s spine and skull, its curse becomes unstoppable once activated. Obtain even a hair from your target, attach it to the arrow, and conduct rites at the Big Dipper Formation’s altar. Within forty-nine days, the victim dies—even Semi-Immortals guarded by Ninth-Rank treasures."

"What madness!" Fang Lie gasped. "That makes it invincible!"

"Precisely why it’s called heaven-defying," the old bird said bitterly. "But its viciousness draws Heavenly Dao’s wrath. Users suffer catastrophic karma—Thunder Tribulation cultivators below Semi-Immortal rank die instantly from backlash. Even Semi-Immortals hesitate to wield it."

"You got lucky this time. They overestimated you and spared this weapon. Next time, they’ll likely use it. Then you’re doomed."

"Nonsense!" Fang Lie scoffed. "When I die, my body turns to ash. They’ll find no traces of me!"

"No traces *now*," the old bird countered. "But you won’t let this insult stand, will you?"

"Never!" Fang Lie growled. "I’ll have vengeance, or my dao-heart remains clouded!"

"Consider this—you’re not alone. By enraging Zhu Xian and Shi Shen, you endanger Mo Sect. They can’t touch you, but our disciples…"

"Then we’ll see who bleeds first!" Fang Lie shrugged. "They kill me, I kill them. Who breaks first?"

"Mo Sect stands openly with disciples everywhere. Those shadowy assassin groups? You can’t even find their bases!"

"Every assassin den has handlers," Fang Lie retorted. "Track them down, unravel their web."

"If it were that simple, those organizations would’ve fallen ages ago!" the old bird snapped. "Their agents have soul-restrictions—any probing spell triggers instant death. Left Dao’s curse techniques make their bindings unbreakable, even by Semi-Immortals."

"What if we catch a high-ranking member? Surely their leaders aren’t restricted?"

"Thunder Tribulation members are, but Semi-Immortal leaders aren’t. Still, capturing a Semi-Immortal? Impossible!"

"Not if you help," Fang Lie grinned. "After this humiliation, you owe me."

The old bird pondered. "Mo Sect rules forbid my interference… unless outsiders bully our juniors. Using Semi-Immortals and Ninth-Rank treasures against you crosses that line. I’ll assist."

"Good! Those bastards will regret this!" Fang Lie changed into a Daoist robe and strode from the Cycle of Fire.

As a mere artifact spirit, the old bird couldn’t stop him. Though fearing consequences for Mo Sect, it could only watch.

Fang Lie didn’t return home. Disguised, he went straight to the Mo family compound. Using Mo Qianxun’s token, he entered a meditation chamber to meet the Sect Leader.

Mo Qianxun saw through the disguise instantly. "Why this charade in our own sect?"

"I need vengeance without alerting enemies," Fang Lie growled.

"Who dared trouble you?" Mo Qianxun chuckled. "I must congratulate them!"

"Enough jokes!" Fang Lie snapped. "Lend me the Wisdom Token."

"Outrageous!" Mo Qianxun roared. "That’s the Sect Leader’s sigil!"

"Name your price from the Ten-Thousand Gu Flags I possess."

Mo Qianxun’s anger vanished, replaced by a merchant’s gleam. "Two flags."

"One," Fang Lie countered. "It’s temporary borrowing, not a sale!"

"Deal." Mo Qianxun produced the Wisdom Token, imbuing it with activation energy. "But swear you won’t provoke unstoppable foes."

Fang Lie smirked. "Does Mo Sect fear *anyone*?"

"None!" Mo Qianxun laughed, tossing the token. "Destroy East Kunlun itself—I’ll handle the fallout!"

Fang Lie snatched the relic and left. The Sect Leader shrugged—if this let him claim a Ten-Thousand Gu Flag, even political headaches seemed worthwhile.