Chapter 241

Chapter 241: Netherworld Ghost Fire

After sending Little Peach Red away, Fang Lie eagerly grabbed the Sumeru Bags belonging to Immortal Yōuhún. As a Wind Tribulation Immortal, his collection must be valuable, and Fang Lie naturally wanted to see what treasures awaited.

Upon opening them, the first thing that entered Fang Lie’s consciousness sea was a pile of Sumeru Bags—hundreds of them.

Though plain on the outside, Immortal Yōuhún’s Sumeru Bag was actually a rare mother bag capable of holding other Sumeru Bags. This allowed large bags to store smaller ones, creating space for countless treasures.

Such mother bags were extremely rare, worth no less than a sixth-rank top treasure. Just this find alone made the haul worthwhile.

Next, Fang Lie discovered hundreds of materials ranked Fifth Rank or higher. There were also over 200 treasures, all above Fourth-Rank—seven or eight fifth-rank treasures and one sixth-rank treasure among them.

The assortment bewildered him: Flying Swords from Kunlun Tao Sect, puppets from Mo Sect, bone swords from the evil White Bone Sect, and many unrecognizable items. Clearly, these weren’t obtained honestly. Immortal Yōuhún, like most demonic sect scoundrels, had likely looted them from victims. The sheer number of Sumeru Bags suggested he’d killed over a hundred cultivators.

Fang Lie’s attention then locked onto the central sixth-rank treasure—a swirling green flame. Strictly speaking, it wasn’t a typical treasure. He recognized it instantly: Netherworld Ghost Fire.

This life-bound treasure belonged solely to Ghost Realm Sect members. No outsiders could cultivate it, let alone refine it to Sixth-rank.

Notorious as the "Flame of Burning Spirits," it ignited anything containing Spiritual Energy. Flying Swords, treasures, even cultivators—once touched, the flames would rage until all energy was consumed, leaving behind useless husks. Few dared confront Ghost Realm Sect members for this reason.

Yet here it was—a Sixth-rank Netherworld Ghost Fire. Normally, killing a Ghost Realm cultivator wouldn’t yield it. Linked to their soul, they’d trigger Self-Detonation before letting it be captured. Lower-ranked ghost fires required constant soul nourishment, vanishing without their master. High-ranking cultivators were too formidable to subdue without resistance.

Immortal Yōuhún’s arrogance had cost him. Perhaps he’d underestimated Fang Lie, a mere Qi Sea cultivator, or trusted his own persuasion. Caught off-guard by the Amethyst Silkworm King, he’d lost the chance to destroy this treasure.

Compared to the other loot, this ghost fire’s value dwarfed everything. Though Sixth-rank, it could be nurtured to higher tiers. More crucially, it might be the only Sixth-rank Netherworld Ghost Fire outside the sect. Studying it could reveal weaknesses to cripple the Ghost Realm Sect—a nightmare for them.

Sects harboring grudges against Ghost Realm would pay any price. Fang Lie guessed it could trade for at least a Seventh-rank Treasure, possibly even an Eighth-rank one.

Unfortunately, this treasure was too advanced. Fang Lie would need a long time before he could use it. Otherwise, he would’ve tried refining it himself.

Imagine fighting enemies and burning their treasures to ash with a flick of ghost fire – how satisfying!

Containing his excitement, Fang Lie set aside the Netherworld Ghost Fire and inspected the fifth-rank treasures. Though varied, none were usable for him yet.

Reluctantly, he selected two fire-element treasures to feed the Devouring Heaven Chaos Halberd. This would add fifteen Minor Formless Chaos Divine Lightnings – perfect lethal strikes for emergencies.

Checking the Sumeru Bags, he found mountains of low-grade spirit stones, a smaller hill of mid-grade ones, and hundreds of thousands of high-grade stones.

There were also over a thousand small spirit pearls and a dozen medium ones – another massive fortune.

Just these spiritual items represented staggering wealth. Fang Lie wondered how many people this robber had plundered to accumulate such riches.

Even multiplying his current assets a hundredfold couldn’t match this hoard. Major sect disciples truly had profound resources. Even Wind Tribulation Immortals among rogue cultivators likely couldn’t match this.

Storing the valuables, Fang Lie chuckled to himself. "This fool basically delivered treasures to my doorstep. More idiots like him would be welcome!"

After laughing heartily, he returned to his underground chamber to refine the dragon python’s Spirit Marrow.

A month later, with the Four Seas Alliance’s triennial auction approaching, Fang Lie emerged. He packed supplies and sailed his black awning boat toward their headquarters.

The refined Spirit Marrow had expanded his Qi Sea to twenty li, saving years of cultivation. Absorbing heavenly spiritual energy truly accelerated progress.

The marrow also strengthened his spiritual bones. His arms now wielded thousands of jin force. Mortal weapons couldn’t scratch him.

Practicing the Innate Great Five Elements Nascent Fetus Classic fused Dao Patterns into his flesh, forming an embryonic Dao Body. His cultivation speed increased, and spells came naturally.

Fire-element Dao magic became especially potent – 30% stronger than normal. While other spells paled against treasures, the Ancient Heroic Soul’s Soulfire Lance matched Fourth-tier Magical Items in power.

This divine skill could erase Soul Imprints from treasures through repeated strikes, even affecting fifth-rank treasures. Enhanced by his Dao Body, its fire power surged by 40%.

Fang Lie prioritized this skill since the Ancient Heroic Soul mentioned stronger versions that could rival Ninth-Rank Treasures. Such Powerful Divine Skills were normally major sect secrets – obtaining one matching his constitution was rare fortune.

He practiced constantly, even during the voyage.

Days later at Four Seas Island, treasure ships crowded every dock. Thousands of low-level cultivators scurried like ants.

The centuries-old triennial auction had become a regional festival. Most came just to witness rare treasures, even if they couldn’t afford them.

This gathering formed a massive marketplace. The Four Seas Alliance charged minimal fees, letting anyone sell goods. Among ten thousand vendors, ignorant sellers often undersold genuine treasures.

High-grade cultivators mingled in the vibrant bazaar. Beyond the chaotic shoreline stalls stood orderly towns with expensive rental spaces.

Storing his boat, Fang Lie surveyed the bustling island. The lively atmosphere stirred unfamiliar excitement – he yearned to explore.

A Purple Palace realm cultivator approached mid-air, bowing respectfully. "Island Lord, we’re honored by your presence. Please wait in the pavilion below. A senior will receive you shortly."