Chapter 211

Chapter 211: The Terrifying Demon Sword

Fang Lie was short-sighted and didn’t recognize the item.

But he knew the Mo family wouldn’t trick him with junk. Still, he despised their shady tactics and prepared to refuse outright.

Before he could speak, Old Bird’s excited voice interrupted: "Spiritual Core Wood? This is worth a top-quality Eighth-Rank Treasure! It’ll massively boost your divine sense cultivation. You must take it! With this, I can teach you a secret technique for divine sense—nearly as vital as your five great nascent fetuses. Don’t you dare refuse!"

Fang Lie choked back his refusal.

He didn’t agree immediately, instead remarking coolly, "This thing’s worth a hundred Mysterious Water Puppets. What’s your angle? Gifts from schemers always come with strings."

"Nothing so sinister!" Mo Wanfang forced a laugh. "You’ve got sharp eyes to recognize this. Fine, I’ll be blunt—this represents the Mo family’s apology. We want to bury past conflicts. Accept it, and let bygones be bygones."

Fang Lie rubbed his chin. "Still pretending this isn’t about the Ancient Heroic Souls Temple? More tricks!"

"A genuine peace offering this time," Mo Wanfang pleaded. "Give me some face—I was your father’s friend!"

"Enough!" Fang Lie snapped. "I’ll take it and agree to your terms. But mark my words—this settles past grievances only. If your family crosses me again, I’ll show no mercy!"

"Understood!" Mo Wanfang thumped his chest. "No further trouble!"

He handed over the Spiritual Core Wood. Fang Lie tossed him the captured Mysterious Water Dragon and gestured inside. "We’re celebrating. Join us?"

Mo Wanfang declined politely and left without mentioning the Ancient Heroic Souls Temple.

Fang Lie couldn’t justify charging the Mo family tenfold for the Great Unity Spell anymore. Reluctantly, he ordered the Ancient Heroic Soul to restore their disciples’ access rights before rejoining the feast.

The revelry lasted until midnight. Only Ice Second Brother got wasted—overwhelmed by gratitude, he’d drowned himself in toasts. The others understood his pent-up frustrations and comforted him.

Later, Fang Lie retreated to his secret room to assess his gains.

The Kunlun Sword Token could command East Kunlun to fulfill any request, even eliminating Thunder Tribulation Immortals. Precious beyond measure, Fang Lie reserved it for a special revenge scheme against those who’d wronged his father.

Of Chi Hanshui’s two treasures, he’d traded the Mysterious Water Dragon for the Spiritual Core Wood. The other was the Demon Sword.

Fang Lie recalled how Chi Hanshui—a mediocre cultivator—had transformed into a sword god when wielding it. Even Fang Lie, the Mo Sect’s top combatant, couldn’t withstand three moves. At full power, that blade could slaughter Nascent Soul True Immortals like livestock. Only the Great Unity Spell’s trickery had secured victory.

He withdrew the Demon Sword from his storage pouch. The massive blade spanned one zhang, its surface rippling with sinister black-red light. Killing energy radiated so fiercely it repelled divine sense. Fang Lie couldn’t even discern its rank.

"Bird Bro, what’s this sword’s deal?" he asked.

"A demonic treasure," Old Bird explained. "Forged by fusing a swordmaster’s soul with primordial killing energy and deathfire. Wield it, and you gain godlike swordsmanship. But the more power you draw, the more control it steals. Let it fully possess you, and you become a mindless slaughter-puppet."

Fang Lie grinned. "But I can regenerate. So—"

"You’d survive the physical corrosion," Old Bird cut in. "But if its killing energy overwhelms your mind, you’ll become its meat puppet until death resets you."

"Good to know. If cornered, I’ll take enemies down with me!"

"Alternatively," Old Bird said, "strengthen your divine sense to refine it. Succeed, and it becomes a sentient fifth-rank top-quality treasure attacking independently."

"Why not try now?"

"Normally impossible. The sword houses vengeful swordmaster spirits that shred intruding divine senses. But you’ve got the Spiritual Core Wood to protect your mind. Keep trying after each resurrection—you might tame it."

Fang Lie’s eyes lit up. "What’s the Spiritual Core Wood’s secret?"

"Rare immortal material. Nurtures soul and divine sense. Yours is a hundred-thousand-year core—a hundred times better than regular stock. With it, you’ll learn my divine sense cultivation method, forming a third eye with unique powers."

"Teach me now!"

"Refine the wood into your consciousness sea first," Old Bird chided. "Hide it well—even Thunder Tribulation Immortals would kill for this."

Fang Lie examined the jade-smooth wood. Its orchid-like fragrance felt oddly familiar, puzzling him briefly before he began the refinement.