darknovel Chapter 1713 Bargaining, the Deal!
Chapter 1713 Bargaining, the Deal!
Main space!
The high priest, standing in mid-air, had a glint of light flash in the depths of his blood-red eyes.
The other party's "compromise" did not make Him relax in the slightest.
On the contrary, these are only some of the conditions, and there will certainly be more to come.
really!
The hoarse voice fell silent for only a moment before revealing its true, and most crucial, demand:
"However!" The voice suddenly became more forceful!
"Repairing that 'futon' with my own power alone would be extremely difficult!"
"To ensure absolute safety..."
Brother Dao...
We need to take control of the 'Crimson Rune' that your clan's 'traitorous divine messenger and priest' has refined and fused into the array base...
"I entrust them all to myself!"
The voice was firm and resolute:
"otherwise……
Don't blame me... I'm powerless to help!
boom!
This blatant demand, like ice water thrown into boiling oil, instantly created a storm in the high priest's heart!
Hand over the crimson runes formed from the divine messenger and priest!
This is equivalent to... handing over a portion of his authority over the foundation of the great formation!
To hand over a part of one's own vital energy to someone else!
The high priest's face, which had just been forcibly restored to "calm," instantly turned as cold as frost!
Beneath the wide, blood-red robe, his five fingers were already quietly clenched, the fingertips turning slightly white from the immense killing intent and restraint!
Beneath the wide, blood-red sleeves, in the shadows unseen by anyone, the knuckles taut, emitting a series of extremely subtle yet soul-chilling "clicking" sounds!
In the void interlayer...
Cheng Buzheng's dark gold eyes, piercing through an invisible barrier, locked onto every subtle change in the High Priest's expression.
this moment.
He clearly "captured" the intense killing intent hidden beneath the shadow of the blood-stained sleeve, and the barely suppressed rage that nearly erupted...
That silent sound of knuckles cracking!
In this regard.
His mind remained completely calm, as still as ice and snow.
Cheng Buzheng knew that the truly difficult psychological battle... had only just begun!
And the condition he presented—"rune control"—was...
It was merely bait to test the other party's ultimate bottom line!
Hear this.
The High Priest of the Purgatory Clan, standing tall in the deep void, had a rare, extremely subtle struggle flicker in his eyes, which were usually hidden in shadows on his unchanging, cold face.
Faced with this unparalleled opportunity that could lead to "ascension to the heavens in one step," even His cold and hardened heart seemed to have been slightly cracked.
Eyes turning.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the void before him, fixing on the "futon" where the pure source of law had ceased to flow.
A barely perceptible glimmer of red light flashed rapidly in the depths of His unfathomable pupils, only to vanish without a trace.
After a moment's hesitation, He finally nodded in agreement.
"it is good!
This priest agrees to this request.
The deep, authoritative voice, yet tinged with a coldness that seemed to be forced into the very bones, spread through the void like an undercurrent surging from beneath millions of years of ice, devoid of any emotion.
Upon hearing this, Cheng Buzheng, who had once again hidden himself in another void interlayer, revealed a hint of joy deep in his eyes.
His tense heart suddenly relaxed a little, like a bowstring.
Become!
The high priest ultimately bowed his noble head in the face of immense temptation.
"really!
Having grasped the High Priest's bottom line, He had no choice but to compromise.
Silent thoughts echoed in his mind, carrying a hint of unwavering certainty.
The high priest's greed and obsession, his desire for that "instant rise to the top" opportunity?
It has long been its most fatal weakness.
His carefully planned, relentless pressure, seemingly aimed at extorting treasure, was in fact a test of the High Priest's bottom line.
This "I agree" had already been anticipated in countless simulations.
Think about this.
Just as that glimmer of joy rose in his heart, an even more greedy thought also attempted to emerge—
Should we add another piece, or even just half a piece of a law-based spiritual object?
After all, the High Priest suppressed all the divine messengers and priests of the Purgatory Clan, so his accumulated wealth must be astonishing.
But the thought, barely arising, was extinguished instantly, like a spark thrown into a cold pond.
Although the High Priest possesses the status of all divine messengers and priests, and is not lacking in one or two Law-based spiritual objects, he could even produce four or five...
But compared to the far more precious supreme array artifacts...
Of course, there are things that are not as good as others.
Indeed, spiritual objects imbued with the laws of heaven and earth are supreme treasures.
Each piece was even enough to break the skull of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
However, for someone like the High Priest, this is often incompatible.
Moreover, the efficiency of comprehension is extremely low.
But what about the "Wanxiang Qingyuan River"?
That is a treasure even more precious than ordinary spiritual treasures.
Even after ascending to the spirit realm, it will still be of great use!
Its value far exceeds the limits that ordinary spiritual objects can measure.
In that case, the limit of exploitation cannot be limited to "add-on" level spiritual items.
Cheng Buzheng's mind raced, and this idea spread and took root in his heart.
next moment.
A hoarse sound echoed once more from the void:
"Brother Dao, please wait before agreeing. I have another request."
"Brother Dao, do you know how precious this opportunity is?"
It was a tremendous opportunity to rise to the top in one step.
How can the conditions mentioned earlier compare to this!
It's not even worth one ten-thousandth of its value.
The hoarse voice carried a highly provocative "frankness," as if it were speaking on behalf of the high priest about his deepest inner thoughts.
The phrase "ascending to the top in one step" was deliberately emphasized, as if pouring boiling oil on an already scorching fire of anger.
The paper doll's hoarse voice continued to echo.
"Compared to the heavenly ladder that leads directly to the supreme Dao fruit, what difference is there between the conditions I just proposed and the bright moon?"
It's far more than one in ten thousand.
Even one in a trillion might not be as precious as it!
This statement came out.
The high priest, standing in the void, had an even more somber gaze, as if it could drip water.
An invisible yet immense pressure suddenly surged forth, and the space around the high priest seemed to freeze and collapse for a moment.
His eyes, which were originally covered in shadows, now resembled two demonic pupils trapped in the abyss of eternal night, brewing a storm powerful enough to shatter stars.
That was true chilling cold, a terrifying state where extreme anger tends towards freezing point.
These words, so piercing to the core, were like cold poison, precisely injected into the cracks of his heart.
Despite the utter humiliation!
Despite wishing to tear this fiend apart and torment it forever, an undeniable fact remained before them:
This incredible opportunity to "ascend to the heavens in one step" is the greatest opportunity in this world!
Its value is indeed immeasurable.
However, this opportunistic looting is particularly glaring and unacceptable.
Although the high priest acknowledged the value of this opportunity, it did not mean he could calmly accept being manipulated by the other party!
That anger was no longer an emotion, but a tangible surge of energy.
The silent flow and collision within His body caused slight distortions and shockwaves in the space surrounding His divine form, as if a void storm might erupt at any moment.
But the high priest possessed an extremely terrifying willpower, like a colossal gate that crashed down!
The churning magma was forcibly suppressed and sealed off.
Almost in the blink of an eye, that terrifying gaze, powerful enough to melt galaxies, completely subsided and disappeared.
What replaced it was an extreme coldness and emptiness, deeper than any void, colder than any extreme cold.
It was as if the overwhelming anger from just moments ago had never existed, leaving only a detached indifference, as if one had seen through the ways of the world and had a heart as dry as a well.
This is a deliberate disguise, but more importantly, it is the absolute suppression of bestiality by divinity.
Only by achieving ultimate calm can one gain the upper hand in the ensuing confrontation.
Then.
His lips twitched slightly, and his resounding voice, centered on himself, echoed in all directions:
"Speak! What else do you want?"
The calm words were like the whispers of fate, devoid of any warmth, yet containing an undeniable pressure.
"But this is the last request!"
otherwise.
Even if this priest has a hard time, you won't succeed.
This is a declaration of our bottom line! A final ultimatum!
Beneath the calm voice lies a resolute will forged through countless trials.
The meaning couldn't be clearer:
If they dare to push their luck any further, it will be a fight to the death!
Even at the cost of interrupting one's path and destroying all opportunities, one must drag this cowardly villain down with one of them to eternal damnation!
"So please think carefully before you speak about this last condition."
The five words, "Think it over before you speak," pierced through the distance of space like steel needles with ice shards, reaching Cheng Buzheng's senses.
While talking.
The high priest's tone was full of determination.
As the words fell, the high priest, who was standing in mid-air, slowly closed his eyes, as if waiting for the other party's last condition.
Closing one's eyes is less a form of waiting and more a complete and thorough act of isolation and shielding.
He abandoned all superfluous observation and communication, solidifying himself into a god-demon sculpture devoid of emotion, awaiting only the final judgment.
This is the final gesture:
Either offer an acceptable solution to end this ordeal, or... let destruction take place!
A heavy pressure enveloped the entire void.
See this scene!
Cheng Buzheng, hidden in the void, paid no attention.
He knew that his repeated requests had exhausted the high priest's patience.
Dripping water can wear away stone, and a rope can saw through wood.
The 'futon' is the first step in testing the waters!
The scarlet blood rune probed further!
Making one last request at this moment is the crucial blow that pushes the other party's accumulated frustration and repression to its peak.
Patience has indeed been completely worn away.
In other words, these demands have thoroughly hurt the other party.
otherwise.
Given the other party's character, they would never be so resolute.
That doesn't fit the habits of a shrewd and calculating monk.
If He were still nonchalant and readily agreeing at this moment, that would be dangerous.
This suggests that the other party may have other ulterior motives.
The "resolute" and "painful" attitude at this moment is more like the relatively "real" reaction of a powerful figure forced into a predicament.
However, Cheng Buzheng knew he couldn't go too far, otherwise he would really corner the high priest.
He knew that the other party was like a string stretched to its limit, ready to snap or explode at any moment.
Now he needs to apply that final bit of pressure precisely at this critical point to make it yield, rather than adding another bit to break it.
therefore,
The final condition must be "of immense value, enough to make the other party extremely distressed."
But it exists "above the other party's ultimate bottom line".
Think of this.
Cheng Buzheng did not hesitate and directly delivered his prepared remarks through his paper doll clone.
soon.
Once again, a vast, hoarse sound echoed throughout the main space:
"rest assured!
"I am not a greedy person, and the last condition is simple."
The hoarse voice rang out again, deliberately carrying a tone of "reassurance" and even "thinking of you."
Words like "rest assured," "insatiable," and "simple" are all used to prepare for the demanding requirements that follow, reducing the psychological impact on the other party.
This also provides an excuse for what to come next.
"As long as you hand over the array artifact of Venerable Island Moving to me, that will suffice."
The core requirements are stated directly, without any beating around the bush.
Target precisely locked: Qingyuan River in Wanxiang!
"after all!
This is not a noble's treasure; it's best to leave it to me. I will personally hand it over to its descendants when I have the time in the future.
"This condition shouldn't be too demanding for you, fellow Daoist!"
This statement came out.
The high priest, standing in mid-air, felt an immense pang of heartache!
Although He had prepared himself mentally, and although He had suppressed all external emotions with utmost calmness, when the name "Wanxiang Qingyuan River" was clearly uttered...
A sharp, throbbing pain, originating from the depths of his soul, exploded uncontrollably in the high priest's heart.
This is a treasure even more precious than ordinary magical artifacts!
To just hand it over like that... how can I not feel heartbroken!?
Ordinary spiritual treasures?
Compared to a supreme array weapon like the Wanxiang Qingyuan River, it can only be considered an ordinary weapon!
Now we are forced to watch helplessly as others take it away in a manner that is almost "extortion"!
The pain, like being cut by a dull knife, was so real and intense that it gnawed at His consciousness.
As for the other party's statement that "I will hand over this array artifact to the descendants of Venerable Ban Island when I have some free time in the future," just take it with a grain of salt!
It's just an excuse.
The high priest sneered inwardly.
Should it be handed over to the next generation?
What a lame excuse!
This is clearly a fig leaf to cover up the other party's intention to monopolize the treasure!
Its hypocrisy was so extreme that even the high priest's anger took on a chilling, absurd quality.
Putting myself in their shoes, and even in the case of any other cultivator, I would not return such a treasure to a completely unrelated descendant.
impossible!
It's not realistic.
Nevertheless, the high priest was prepared to agree.
The pain was real, the anger was real, and seeing through the other party's hypocrisy was also true.
But all these overwhelming emotions ultimately culminated in a chance to "rise to the top in one step"...
Not worth mentioning at all.
after all!
Although that supreme array artifact was of immeasurable value, it was ultimately an external object and naturally could not compare to this opportunity to ascend to the heavens in one step.
therefore.
After a moment of contemplation, the high priest, expressionless, said in a cold voice:
"Can!
"As you say, fellow practitioner."
"···"
...(End of this chapter)