Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Breath of Chaos

"Cut the crap!" Fang Lie sneered. "If you hadn’t shown some goodwill today, you wouldn’t have even stepped through my gate. Even if you’d prostrated yourself until death, I wouldn’t have spared you a glance!"

"Fang Lie, what did I do to earn such hatred?" Mo Wanfang demanded indignantly.

"You dare ask?" Fang Lie retorted coldly. "Throwing a Qi Sea cultivator like me into Wanxing Island—wasn’t that your faction’s scheme?"

"Well…" Mo Wanfang hesitated, guilt flashing across his face. He tried to explain, but Fang Lie cut him off.

"Don’t claim the Clan Leader was innocent. Without his approval, who’d dare break the rules so brazenly? Who else could promise my assets’ early return?" Fang Lie’s voice turned icy. "Denying this obvious truth insults not my intelligence but your own dignity!"

Mo Wanfang could no longer deny it. With his daughter’s fate at stake, he couldn’t risk angering Fang Lie further. Reluctantly, he muttered, "Fine. I admit our actions were… somewhat underhanded."

"Downright despicable!" Fang Lie snapped.

Mo Wanfang’s face flushed crimson, leaving him speechless.

"The Fang Clan might be stubborn, impulsive, or overly blunt," Fang Lie declared, "but we’re no fools. We know friend from foe. Your Mo family’s ill intentions are clear. Now that you’re begging for my help, don’t expect mercy—I’ll bleed you dry. Accept or refuse?"

"I accept!" Mo Wanfang ground out. "Do your worst! Just save my daughter!"

"Better." Fang Lie tilted his chin arrogantly. "Three conditions. Agree, and I’ll treat her. Remember—I’ve duties at Wanxing Sea. You’ve three days. Fail, and I leave. Once the Fangs resolve something, we never backtrack. Pleading then would be useless."

"Understood." Mo Wanfang bowed his head. "I’ll accept any terms, even if it costs my life."

"Relax—I’m reasonable." Fang Lie’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. "First: find the true mastermind behind my brother’s ambush. No scapegoats. Deceive me once, and our deal vanishes."

"You’re forcing me to make enemies!" Mo Wanfang protested.

Fang Lie snorted. "Choose: offend them or me. The decision’s yours."

"As you command, VIP Sir!" Mo Wanfang spat bitterly. "You’ll have answers by nightfall—no tricks."

"Good." Fang Lie nodded. "Second: collect heart blood. Ten thousand drops from Qi Sea cultivators. A thousand from Golden Pool realm. A hundred from Purple Palace. Ten from Nascent Soul. One from a Wind Tribulation Immortal. Simple numbering—ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand."

"Are you mad?!" Mo Wanfang leaped up. "Original Essence Blood takes months to recover per drop! Where would I get so much?!"

"Buy from outer disciples." Fang Lie shrugged. "Your lackeys have beggared them. A thousand spirit stones per drop’s a fortune to those poor souls."

"That’s ten million stones total!"

"Peanuts for the Mo family." Fang Lie smirked. "Your daughter’s daily expenses likely exceed that. How else’d she achieve a Three-thousand-mile Qi Sea so young?"

Mo Wanfang’s guilty flinch betrayed him. "Fine, we’ll purchase those. But higher cultivators won’t care about stones!"

"Your problem." Fang Lie waved dismissively. "The Clan Leader’s faction should manage."

Grudgingly, Mo Wanfang conceded. "Why this demand?"

"You know why." Fang Lie’s grin turned sly.

Mo Wanfang’s eyes widened. "The Blood God Puppet! You’re strengthening it!"

"Exactly." Fang Lie leaned forward. "The Ancient Heroic Soul’s too weak. High-level blood’s needed for advancement—something I can’t obtain alone. Congratulations—you’ve volunteered."

For weeks, Fang Lie had fed the soul lower-tier blood without progress. Only after learning about tiered requirements had he devised this extortion.

"Curse the Bai family!" Mo Wanfang groaned. "Gifting you that puppet just passes trouble to me!"

"Shouldn’t have stuck your neck out." Fang Lie chuckled. "Note: the blood must be willingly offered. Build a temple beyond the mountain gate—worshippers must donate there. Otherwise, it’s useless."

"Three days isn’t enough for this!"

"Then three months. Swear a Heart Demon Oath to complete it, or no cure."

Mo Wanfang cursed under his breath. "I swear! If Fang Lie heals my daughter, I’ll fulfill all terms within three months. Else, may heart demons bar my advancement!"

"Condition two settled." Fang Lie’s smile widened. "Third: payment. Bring me a treasure that satisfies me."

"How can I know what pleases you?"

"Your family’s resourceful. Show sincerity." Without waiting for rebuttal, Fang Lie strode away.

Returning home, Fang Lie found only Fang Huo present—others hid shyly.

"Build a Heroic Soul Temple outside the gate within days," he ordered. "House the Ancient Heroic Soul’s altar for worship. Urgent."

"Done in three days!" Fang Huo rushed off.

Alone in his secret room, Fang Lie examined the Great Wilderness Stone bought with contribution points. Finding nothing unusual, he grumbled, "Old Bird, explain this rock."

"Fool! That’s no stone—it hides Breath of Chaos!" The artifact spirit crowed. "A primordial wisp from Heaven and Earth’s Opening! Ninth-Rank treasures? This could craft beyond that!"

"But Mo Sect’s Warehouses held only this fragment. Worth more than any Ninth-Rank Treasure!"