Chapter 197

Chapter 197: The Great Wilderness Divine Stone

Seeing Fang Lie refused to speak, Mo Wanfang had no choice but to smile bitterly, "Fine, keep your secrets. I’ll proceed with the appraisal."

He waved his hand, summoning a dozen specialized Dao magic appraisal puppets. The mechanical figures immediately began categorizing and evaluating materials with methodical efficiency.

While they worked, Mo Wanfang drew Fang Lie aside. "There are two contribution methods," he explained. "Selling materials gives market-rate spirit stones plus minimal contribution points – third rank materials earn 1 point, fourth rank 10 points, multiplying tenfold per rank. This method preserves your assets but yields few points."

"Alternatively," his voice lowered, "direct donation grants tenfold points. Third rank becomes 10 points, fourth rank 100, and so on."

Fang Lie calculated silently. Immediate profit seemed wiser – why donate priceless treasures?

Old Bird’s urgent voice interrupted: "Choose donation! Absolute necessity!"

Frowning, Fang Lie transmitted, "Brother Bird, this wastes treasures! Contribution points can’t compare!"

"Trust me," Old Bird insisted. "There’s an item worth 150,000 points here – crucial for your future. Miss it, regret forever."

Without hesitation, Fang Lie declared, "Convert everything to contribution points!"

Mo Wanfang’s eyes lit up. "Excellent! Your sect loyalty shines through!"

Most family disciples hoarded treasures for their clans. Fang Lie’s massive donation broke millennia-old patterns, solving material shortages that plagued sect craftsmen.

The lead puppet soon reported: "917 materials total. 500+ third rank, 300+ fourth rank, 100+ fifth rank. Total: 210,000 inner gate contribution points."

Mo Wanfang inhaled sharply. This equaled 2.1 billion spirit stones – matching his own net worth excluding inherited treasures.

"Your points are ready," Mo Wanfang said. "Any requests?"

Fang Lie consulted Old Bird first. "The seventh-rank Great Wilderness Stone. Choose the smallest fragment."

"I require a Great Wilderness Stone," Fang Lie announced.

Mo Wanfang’s eyebrows shot up. "That seventh-rank material? Even Fire Tribulation Immortals struggle to craft it! What purpose…"

"None of your concern," Fang Lie interrupted.

"Wait." Mo Wanfang narrowed his eyes. "Does the Benevolence Token aid your crafting?"

"The Benevolence Token can forge treasures?" Fang Lie blurted.

"Obviously!" Mo Wanfang chuckled. "Our Five Great Tokens: Benevolence, Wisdom, Righteousness, Courage, Faith. The Benevolence Token’s elusive, Faith Token mysterious. The others? Wisdom Token holds Mechanical City’s apocalyptic power. Righteousness Token commands eight Passage Ships – each rivaling ten Thunder Tribulation Immortals. Courage Token maintains an infinite army – generals matching Thunder Tribulation Immortals, common soldiers at Nascent Soul cultivation."

"Our Mo Sect is renowned as the world’s foremost in defense, all thanks to these three great tokens," Mo Wanfang explained. "By sect rules, they must remain at Mo Sect headquarters – that’s why they can’t be used for wide-scale attacks. But when guarding our sect? No one would dare trespass."

He continued, "Each token has its own production facility for repairs. The outer gate thinks your Benevolence Token works similarly. If true, crafting treasures would be child’s play."

"This…" Fang Lie furrowed his brows. "First I’m hearing about these five great tokens. As for what Benevolence Token does, I truly don’t know."

"Then why demand that Great Wilderness Stone?" Mo Wanfang pressed.

"Because I need it." Fang Lie’s reply was curt.

When Fang Lie offered no further explanation, Mo Wanfang rolled his eyes in frustration. Unable to leverage his status as Clan Leader’s son, he sighed, "Fine. The stones are here – choose one yourself."

A water screen materialized before them, displaying black stones ranging from foot-long slabs to three-inch fragments. Fang Lie immediately pointed at the smallest. "That one."

Scratching his head, Mo Wanfang advised, "That’s 150K contribution points. You’ll need bigger stones for treasure-forging. The next size up costs 200K – within your budget."

"No. This one."

A realization struck Mo Wanfang. "Does this particular stone hold some secret?"

He’d guessed correctly. Since Old Bird took control of the protective array, the item spirit had scoured Warehouses for hidden valuables. Bound by restrictions, it needed Fang Lie as proxy.

"Never seen it before," Fang Lie deflected. "No tricks here."

"Your cultivation’s too low to spot anything," Mo Wanfang countered. "But Benevolence Token would know. This stone’s important enough to rouse its attention, isn’t it?"

Anger flashed in Fang Lie’s eyes.

"Ah, struck a nerve!" Mo Wanfang chuckled. "Whatever’s hidden here must be extraordinary."

"Enough talk. Sell it or not?"

After prolonged scrutiny, Mo Wanfang declared, "Sold." He deducted 150K inner gate points and teleported the stone directly from storage.

"Fang Lie," he said gravely, "This treasure matters to you. I’m not currying favor – just showing not all Mo Sect disciples despise you. Remember your pride as one of us."

With a secret technique, he vanished.

Cradling the cold stone, Fang Lie felt unexpected warmth.

"Decent lad," Old Bird remarked. "Now move – you’ve scored an Enormous Bargain!"

Descending Gentle Breeze Tower’s stairs, Fang Lie examined the heavy stone. "What’s special about this?"

"Patience," Old Bird warned. "Trouble brews below."

Reaching the first floor, Fang Lie found crowds gathered. A Cultivator rushed over: "Senior Brother Fang! Your fourth brother’s gravely injured!"

The crowd parted as Fang Lie hurried forward.