Chapter 242

Chapter 242: Reuniting with Hundred Poisons

"Hmm." Fang Lie nodded, stowing his black awning boat before following the man to an ornate pavilion on the dockside – a VIP reception area.

Though Fang Lie and the Four Seas Alliance had clashed before, profit always outweighed past disputes for this merchant coalition. Their recent collaboration had brought unimaginable gains – low-grade medicinal herbs yielding thin profits were transformed into high-grade spirit pills through Fang Lie’s hands, with the Alliance securing over 70% of the output.

Fang Lie’s pricing struck perfect balance – fair enough for substantial profits yet never excessive. More crucially, his pills surpassed competitors in both quality and quantity, selling faster even at premium prices. The Alliance’s resale profits skyrocketed, amassing wealth like daily gold showers.

Past squabbles became insignificant against such gains. The Alliance now treated Fang Lie like royalty, issuing strict orders for his preferential treatment – any offense would be met with execution.

When Fang Lie appeared with his signature golden wings and single eye, the local Four Seas Alliance supervisor immediately recognized him, sending emergency signals while rushing to greet personally.

Under the Steward’s guidance, Fang Lie strode boldly into the top-floor VIP lounge, drawing gasps and murmurs from other guests:

"That’s the troublemaker who embarrassed Four Seas Alliance! Why’s he getting royal treatment? A mere Qi Sea cultivator in Wind Tribulation Immortal’s lounge?"

"Fool! He slew Immortal Han Xuan himself! That earns Wind Tribulation-level privileges!"

"Doesn’t the Alliance care about their dead subordinates?"

"Pawns matter little. Rumor says Alliance bowed to secure pill distribution rights. Those premium pills flooding the market? All Fang Lie’s work!"

"How’s someone so young master alchemy? Even prodigy Great Pill Masters need centuries to reach such skill!"

"Don’t you know? Fang Lie inherited Mo Ancestor’s Pill Scripture from the Mo Sect! His skills rival Xuan Sect’s best!"

"Why exile such talent to Wanxing Sea? Other sects would worship him like ancestor! What madness grips Mo Sect?"

"Mo Sect’s Eight-Hundred-Generation Families oppressed him. After he slaughtered thousands of their members, they expelled him!"

"Mo Sect’s loss! Other sects will surely poach him!"

"Impossible. He’s deputy Benevolence Token Lord – betrayal means instant death by the Token itself!"

"A genius shackled by corrupt clans. Pitiful."

"Fear not – his undying nature ensures revenge. When his cultivation peaks, those clans will pay!"

"Then Mo Sect’s internal collapse nears!"

Amidst the chatter, Fang Lie settled into an ocean-view private room served supreme spiritual tea. The first sip sent revitalizing energy through his veins – cultivation-enhancing properties evident.

Recalling something, Fang Lie waved his hand to release Little Peach Red, now his sworn follower.

"Master!" The red-dressed, green-panted demon pouted coquettishly. "Another moment confined would’ve killed me!"

Little Peach Red’s loyalty had become unshakable. Fang Lie had transplanted her roots to the Herb Garden’s most Spiritual Energy-rich zone, gifting multiple fifth-rank treasures including Purple Beard Master’s famed top-grade fifth-rank treasure: the Black-White Earth’s Magnetic Spheres.

While Fang Lie couldn’t wield fifth-rank treasures, the Fourth-Rank great demon’s magic rivaled Nascent Soul True Immortals. Her previous weakness stemmed from lacking proper weapons – barehanded, she could only match Purple Palace realm cultivators.

But as long as she possessed decent treasures, she could rival any Nascent Soul True Immortal.

The reason demonkind often appeared weaker than humans of similar cultivation levels ultimately came down to magical equipment.

Even a lowly Qi Sea cultivator could double their combat strength with first-rank treasures, easily surpassing first-rank demon beasts and matching second-rank ones.

Little Peach Red, a Fourth-Rank great demon with millennium-old magic power comparable to Nascent Soul True Immortals, could barely contend with Purple Palace cultivators when unarmed.

Yet after receiving multiple fifth-rank treasures from Fang Lie, her combat power soared beyond measure. Simply put, Little Peach Red now ranked among formidable experts capable of challenging weaker Nascent Soul True Immortals!

Never in her wildest dreams had the demoness imagined owning fifth-rank treasures – let alone three simultaneously.

This windfall left her dazed, gratitude toward Fang Lie flooding her heart like an unending torrent.

Tears streaming down her face, she blurted, "Master! Forget eating my future children – you can devour me right now if you want!"

Veins throbbed on Fang Lie’s forehead as he wondered whether entrusting precious treasures to this simpleton had been wise.

Yet he let her keep and refine the treasures to strengthen their faction.

Fang Lie had brought Little Peach Red to Four Seas Alliance’s territory but confined her to the Herb Garden due to her incessant chatter.

Only when spiritual tea appeared did he release her, adhering to his "never refuse free benefits" principle.

The Steward needed no explanation – Little Peach Red’s terrifying cultivation marked her as Fang Lie’s guardian demon pet, likely a favored concubine.

He hastily provided another cup of spiritual tea despite its exorbitant cost of tens thousands low-grade spirit stones per serving.

After one blissful sip, Little Peach Red drained her cup and fixed the steward with pleading doe-eyes.

Defenseless against such charm, the steward kept refilling her cup despite the expense.

The demoness knew her privileged treatment stemmed entirely from Fang Lie’s status. Alone, she’d have been harvested for Demon Pills rather than served premium tea.

Giggling coquettishly, she purred, "Master’s so amazing~ I adore you!"

Fang Lie’s faint smile froze as shouts erupted below:

"Look! Immortal Han Xuan’s Crystal Palace treasure ship!"

Whipping around, Fang Lie spotted the Sixth-Rank Treasure Ship approaching. A dandyish man waving a fan stood at the prow with a voluptuous woman clinging to him.

Fang Lie instantly recognized Master of a Hundred Poisons. The Red-Clad Woman’s revealing attire and indecent posture marked her as trouble.

The Crystal Palace’s appearance caused widespread commotion:

"Didn’t Fang Lie kill Immortal Han Xuan and claim that ship? How’d it change hands?"

"Rumor says Master of a Hundred Poisons defeated Fang Lie at sea, seizing both his life and treasure!"

"Truly worthy of the Ten-Thousand Gu Sect’s Inner Elite Disciples! To slay Fang Lie himself!"

"Both are Inner Elite Disciples, but Golden Pool versus Qi Sea makes all the difference!"

"Mo Sect’s defenses are peerless, but how could a youth match centuries-old Demonic Path cultivation?"

"Fools! Fang Lie’s undying nature crushed Four Seas Alliance! This poison-peddler’s days are numbered!"

"Look! The bastard’s approaching right now!"

As spectators buzzed, the treasure ship anchored. Master of a Hundred Poisons flew toward the pavilion with his companion.

"Brother Hundred Poisons," the woman simpered mid-flight, "Aren’t you worried about thieves?"

"This is Four Seas Alliance territory – they’d compensate any theft. Besides," he sneered, "I’ll just slay Fang Lie again if needed. Hahaha!"

"How dashing! Even the famous Fang Lie kneels before you!"

"BULLSHIT!" roared an enraged voice from above.