Chapter 639

Chapter 639: Mo Sect’s Madness

"Ah~" As Mo Qianxun spoke, the surrounding Thunder Tribulation Elders shuddered in unison.

The Righteous Token Lord urgently cried, "Sect Leader, reconsider! After Fang Lie’s 25 years of havoc, our reserves remain strained. If we invest everything now and fail, we’ll lose all our investments!"

"Exactly!" another Thunder Tribulation Immortal protested. "Plundering a Small Thousand World is treacherous. Even with the Benevolence Token’s aid, success is unlikely—this was a last-minute plan without preparation! Such a massive risk isn’t worth it!"

"Fang Lie spent 25 years cultivating in comfort while bleeding us dry!" another Elder added. "In recent years, we burned trillions of small spirit pearls annually, nearly draining our strategic reserves! If he pushes us further, we’ll collapse!"

"Silence!" Mo Qianxun roared. "You’ve lived millennia yet lack vision! Spirit stones and pearls are mere trifles—the Spirit Jade concerns Mo Sect’s survival! At worst, we endure lean years. But success brings unimaginable gains!"

The Elders exchanged uneasy glances but stayed quiet.

After a tense pause, an elder Thunder Tribulation Immortal stepped forward. "Sect Leader, we grasp your reasoning. But what’s the actual success rate? We’ll sacrifice everything if there’s real hope—but not for a 10-20% gamble."

"Give us clear odds!" others demanded.

Mo Qianxun grimaced. "Truthfully, current odds are under 10%. But accelerating by one hour boosts it to 30%. Two hours—50%. Three hours—80%!"

"What? Truly?" the crowd gasped.

"Would I lie?" Mo Qianxun snapped. "The Ximen family clan’s two elders remain trapped refining Fang Lie’s peak eighth-rank large treasure ship. Their other Ninth-Rank Treasure wielders are drawn too far to return within three hours. Bird Bro estimates six hours to seize the Secret Realm’s control. If we shave three hours off, victory is assured!"

"Three hours? Impossible!" someone objected. "But one or two might work!"

"Fang Lie’s stalling them!" another interjected. "He killed Thunder Tribulation Immortals 25 years ago. After 25 years in the Purple Palace Secret Realm, he’s monstrous now—especially with his fearless clones. He’ll buy us time!"

"Then our chances soar!"

"Why hesitate? Act now or be cowards!"

"Speed determines victory! Move!"

"Crush the Ximen scum!"

"We’ve tolerated them too long! Strike!"

Roused by Mo Qianxun’s words, the Thunder Tribulation Immortants burned with battle intent.

With their support, logistics became trivial. Elders manipulated the Formation, transferring mountains of spirit stones and small spirit pearls into the Ancestral Hall—its infinite space barely containing the hoard.

Mo Qianxun activated the Cycle of Fire’s entrance—a three zhang maw devouring the resources. The Hall fed the vortex desperately as it gulped faster, both sides racing against time.

Vast quantities burned within the Cycle of Fire, their Spiritual Energy bleeding into the void. Though only a fraction reached him, the sheer volume empowered the old bird.

Bolstered, the old bird redoubled its efforts. "Hah! Maintain this! Transfer begins in four hours!" it crowed mid-struggle.

Mo Qianxun paled. "Four hours? Our entire stockpile lasts two at most!"

"Your problem!" the old bird screeched. "Fail this, and I’ll end you myself!"

"You—" Mo Qianxun was rendered speechless. The old bird indeed had the qualification to strip him of his position. Given the gravity of this matter, if he failed due to lacking spirit stones, his dismissal would be entirely justified.

Forced into a corner, Mo Qianxun could only let out a bitter laugh. "Damn it all. Why do I feel like I’ve boarded a pirate ship?"

"Enough drivel! Aren’t we all acting for Mo Sect’s sake?" the old bird barked. "Stop wasting breath and go secure those spirit stones!"

"Understood!" Mo Qianxun nodded before withdrawing his divine sense back to the Ancestral Hall’s great hall.

"Everyone," he announced, "Our spirit stones fall far short. Each family clan must contribute!" Without hesitation, he added, "The Mo family’s entire treasure vault will be emptied—take everything!"

"Ah—" The Thunder Tribulation Immortals froze in shock.

Though Mo Sect possessed its own treasure vaults as a major sect, its subordinate family clans—particularly the Five Great Family Clans—maintained private reserves surpassing even the sect’s holdings. Yet according to protocol, Mo Qianxun couldn’t demand their personal resources for public affairs.

As confusion spread, Mo Qianxun declared, "Each family’s contribution will be converted into merit points. Final ownership shares of the Spirit Jade mines will be allocated proportionally!"

The Family Heads’ eyes instantly turned green with greed. Without another word, they urgently messaged their clans—not only emptying vaults of spirit stones and pearls, but squeezing every high-level cultivator for more. Quantity mattered above all.

While spirit stones and pearls served as the cultivation world’s basic currency, their value plummeted for Fire Tribulation Immortals and above. Truly precious items like Seventh-rank treasures were bartered, rendering these common currencies worthless to elites.

Trading such dross for Spirit Jade mine shares? This was exchanging pebbles for priceless jade! Only the current crisis—where failure meant total loss—allowed such profiteering. Under normal circumstances, no amount of stones or pearls could buy a sliver of Spirit Jade rights.

These shrewd Family Heads recognized their golden opportunity. If even crafty Mo Qianxun staked his entire clan’s reserves, why shouldn’t they gamble?

Yet after mental calculations, Mo Qianxun grimaced—this might sustain them barely three hours. Reaching four seemed doubtful, let alone four and a half.

With no choice, he ordered: "Activate all 18 Spirit Stone Mineral Veins! Mine High-grade spirit stones immediately!"

"Is this… proper?" Thunder Tribulation Immortals exchanged uneasy glances.

Mo Sect’s wealth from mechanical arts had kept their mines dormant for centuries, even burying extra stones as emergency reserves.

"Mere spirit stone veins," Mo Qianxun retorted impatiently. "We’ll replenish them later. Our current earnings easily cover this."

"Why not use strategic reserves instead of mining?" one asked.

"Impossible!" Mo Qianxun snapped. "Should we secure the Spirit Jade mines, we’ll become targets needing every strategic reserve. Those small spirit pearls are battle essentials—we’ll exhaust disposable stones first!"

This prudent reasoning won unanimous approval. Flying Swords carried the decree, mobilizing tens of thousands of disciples to excavate the veins. Specialized treasures and treasure ships soon delivered mountains of High-grade stones to Mo Sect headquarters.

As Mo Sect strained every resource, Fang Lie encountered fresh trouble elsewhere. Two Thunder Tribulation Immortals wielding Ninth-Rank Treasures had received word. Panicked, they raced toward the Spirit Jade mines, determined to thwart Mo Sect’s takeover.