Chapter 250

Chapter 250: Ignoring Kunlun

Witnessing this, everyone secretly sweated for Fang Lie. Tian Jianzi clearly harbored killing intent—if Fang Lie dared emerge, death would likely follow.

As a prominent figure from East Kunlun, Tian Jianzi cared nothing for Fang Lie’s threats. No matter how capable Fang Lie was, he couldn’t possibly challenge East Kunlun itself.

Many speculated whether Fang Lie was about to meet his downfall.

Yet what happened next defied all expectations.

Without hesitation, Fang Lie dispelled the restrictions around the lotus flowers, revealing himself fearlessly to the crowd.

He then taunted, "No wonder you’re so insolent—you’re just some lowlife from East Kunlun!"

The declaration caused instant uproar.

East Kunlun stood as the unofficial leader of righteous sects, its influence surpassing even the Mo Sect. Every East Kunlun disciple carried themselves with unshakable pride.

Yet here stood Fang Lie, openly insulting a Fire Tribulation Immortal from East Kunlun. How could Tian Jianzi endure such humiliation?

"Junior!" Tian Jianzi roared, crimson-faced with rage. "You court death!"

Terrifying Sword Energy erupted skyward, coalescing into a colossal sword Shadow behind him. The aura of destructive power made bystanders shudder.

The impending strike promised to obliterate Fang Lie instantly—a Qi Sea cultivator stood no chance against a Fire Tribulation Immortal.

Yet as death loomed, Fang Lie simply smirked with contemptuous calm.

This nearly drove Tian Jianzi mad. Truthfully, he wished to avoid killing Fang Lie—slaughtering a junior would stain his reputation, and Fang Lie’s status as Mo Sect disciple and potential Benevolence Token Lord heir spelled political complications.

But Fang Lie’s relentless provocations left no retreat. As the saying goes: "A shamed blade cannot sheathe itself."

Before countless witnesses, Tian Jianzi had no choice.

The apocalyptic sword Shadow descended with world-shattering force.

Fang Lie’s mockery intensified. He leisurely produced an object and raised it defiantly toward the lethal strike.

The sword Shadow dissolved into nothingness, leaving only Qing Feng brushing Fang Lie’s cheek.

Tian Jianzi recoiled violently as if striking himself. His internal organs shifted, meridians tore, and blood trickled from his lips—clear signs of heavy injuries.

The crowd gaped in disbelief. Why would Tian Jianzi protect his target at such cost? This self-harm contradicted everything known about unyielding sword cultivators.

"How?!" Tian Jianzi choked out through bloody lips, his voice thick with anguish.

Fang Lie had already concealed the mysterious object. The crowd buzzed with curiosity about what could terrify an East Kunlun elder.

"Legitimately acquired," Fang Lie answered coolly. "Choose—suicide here, or permanent exile?"

"You—!" Tian Jianzi’s eyes bulged with rage. After one final venomous glare, he vanished swordward without another word.

The mighty Elder of East Kunlun, a figure of terror with strength sufficient to annihilate the Four Seas Alliance single-handedly, had been utterly humiliated and driven away by a single sentence from Fang Lie! Had this not occurred before everyone’s eyes, none would’ve believed it even if beaten to death.

Immediately, the crowd erupted into chatter.

"Heavens, what just happened? Those East Kunlun types always say ‘sword before thought’—act first, ask questions later. Why’d they back down now?"

"Didn’t you see? Fang Lie produced some object to force his retreat. Looked like a jade sword from what I glimpsed."

"A jade sword? The Kunlun Sword Token? Only that could make Tian Jianzi yield. With it, any East Kunlun disciple harming Fang Lie would be guilty of Betraying the Sect and Ancestor—executed on the spot!"

"Exactly! The Mo Sect once held such a token, didn’t they? Belonged to the Chi family of the Eight-Hundred-Generation Families."

"Millennia ago, twelve Thunder Tribulation Immortals from East Kunlun were poisoned exploring ruins. Only the Chi family’s ancestral treasure could save them. Their Family Head gifted it freely, rescuing East Kunlun from collapse. Thus, the Kunlun Sword Token was granted."

"Now Fang Lie holds it? Disaster for East Kunlun! They’ve a revenge for a father’s murder with him. If he demands the Sword God execute all involved, even the Sword God’s own grandson must die!"

"Why stop there? Make the Sword God kill himself! With their strongest fallen, crushing East Kunlun becomes simple. Then slaughter his grandson afterward!"

As discussions raged, Fang Lie reactivated the lotus restrictions, declaring, "That nuisance is gone. Let’s proceed!"

Fen Xue wore a strained smile. Only Fang Lie dared mock a Fire Tribulation Immortal of East Kunlun so brazenly.

Regaining composure, she resumed the auction. "The last bid stood at 4,000 small spirit pearls. Any higher offers?"

"4,200!"

"4,300!"

"4,500!"

Fierce bidding recommenced. After fifteen minutes, the Thousand Souls Banner sold for 5,800 small spirit pearls—a windfall that delighted Fang Lie.

*Master of a Hundred Poisons and Ghost-Eating Monster Granny*, he mused, *are true philanthropists. Lost 7,000-8,000 pearls gambling, then let this banner fetch sky-high prices. Walking money bags!*

Per auction rules, the winner’s lotus ejected a Sumeru Bag. Fen Xue verified the pearls’ quantity and quality before sending the banner into their lotus. Many watched resentfully as it vanished.

Subsequent lots featured materials and sixth-rank top treasures. One surpassed the banner’s power but lacked upgrade potential, selling for mere 1,100 pearls.

Fang Lie eyed only the final lot—the seventh-rank top-grade Fire Spirit Peak. He’d passed on rare materials like a thirty-thousand-year Purple Vine, semi-spiritual root bearing millennium-ripening fruits crucial for spirit pills. As a Great Pill Master, missing it stung.

The Fire Spirit Peak arrived—a crystalline red emerald mountain, shrinking to jujube-seed size or towering thousands of zhang. Countless pores housed billions of fire spirit insects in miniature paradises, awaiting their master’s call.

Fang Lie coveted it instantly, resolved to claim it regardless of cost.

Fen Xue’s voice cut through murmurs. "This requires little introduction. Seventh-rank treasures capable of slaying Thunder Tribulation Immortals are rarities. The Fire Spirit Peak’s starting bid: one Eighth-rank Treasure!"