Chapter 656

Chapter 656: The Seven-Colored Treasure Mirror

Mo Qianxun was known for his gentle demeanor, yet now this Immortal-Style Appearance elder cursed loudly before his Juniors, revealing just how thrilled he’d become.

Fang Lie and the others gaped. None had imagined Mo Qianxun possessed such a side.

Ignoring their shock, Mo Qianxun seized Fang Lie’s shoulder and demanded eagerly, "Did Xuan Sect share specifics? Can any spirit-rich item fuel the process? How much’s needed to boost a Seventh-rank Treasure to Eighth-rank?"

Trapped by the man’s enthusiasm, Fang Lie sighed. "All spirit-infused items work, but low-tier ones offer too little—barely useful for powerful treasures. However, using an Eighth-rank item—be it treasure or demon—can elevate at least a third-rank peak Seventh-rank Treasure to Eighth-rank!"

"Magnificent!" Mo Qianxun’s eyes gleamed. "Our Mo Sect hoards thousands of peak Seventh-rank Treasures in Warehouses—many stagnant for centuries! With this, we could mass-produce Eighth-rank Treasures!"

"Not exactly," Fang Lie cautioned. "Spirit clings only to treasures with innate potential. Those lacking Eighth-rank capacity will waste the spirit. It solely aids treasures already destined for greatness."

"No matter! We’ve over a thousand such items!" Mo Qianxun chuckled. "This treasure makes Mo Sect unstoppable!"

*Ahem!* Mo Lanyun cleared her throat pointedly. "Grandfather, this belongs to Brother Fang Lie—not the sect."

"Nonsense!" Mo Qianxun beamed at Fang Lie. "As Benevolence Token Lord, you must set an example! Surrender this treasure for the sect’s benefit!"

Fang Lie rolled his eyes. "Many treasures benefit the sect. Why target mine?"

"Exactly!" Mo Lanyun puffed her cheeks. "The Five Great Family Clans all hoard treasures—Jin Family’s ancient treasure ship, Bai family’s peerless flying sword. Why not seize those?"

"Master," Mao Mao murmured, "you keep near-Ninth-Rank treasures yourself. How can you demand Brother’s?"

Fang Lie’s jaw dropped. "You own near-Ninth-Rank items?!"

Mo Qianxun reddened. "Those I earned through travels! Besides—" He glowered at Mao Mao. "I showed you the vault to arm yourself, yet you betray me?!"

Mao Mao stood firm. "You provoked Brother first. I won’t let you bully him."

"Am I truly less dear than him?!" Mo Qianxun wailed.

"Master valued my talent," Mao Mao said lightly. "Brother cherished me when I was hairy and stinking. He starved his own cultivation to feed me spirit stones, endured broken bones shielding me from bullies. Where were you then?"

Mo Qianxun wilted. During those dark years, he’d lounged obliviously while two Talents suffered—a damning indictment of his leadership.

"My failure," he muttered. "I’d gladly resurrect those tormentors to slaughter them properly."

"Why not punish their families?" Mo Lanyun pressed.

"Fang Lie already killed them!" Mo Qianxun snapped. "Enough! Fang Lie—grant the sect usage rights for that Netherworld warship!"

"Once I’ve enhanced my treasures," Fang Lie agreed. "But I’ll need Eighth-rank fuel—preferably from sect Spoils of War."

Mo Qianxun grinned. "Let’s test with this." He conjured a bloodstained Small Sword from the void. Though chopstick-thin, its baleful aura prickled their skin.

"Blood River Sword." Mo Qianxun preened. "Four Hundred Years back, I ambushed Blood Sea Sect’s Thunder Tribulation Immortal. They still puzzle over his disappearance!"

Mao Mao blinked. "Are all your treasures… stolen?"

"Righteous confiscation!" Mo Qianxun huffed. "Now work! Fetch the Seven-Colored Treasure Mirror!"

Mo Wanfang hesitated. "That relic’s been ‘nearly upgrading’ for millennia. Use it now?"

"Exactly!" Mo Qianxun snorted. "I’ve waited two thousand years! Let Fang Lie force its ascension."

Hours later, Mo Wanfang returned hefting a foot-wide jade mirror radiating seven hues. Fang Lie grinned—perfection.