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Chapter 232 - One Hundred Eighty-Two: The Chips_2

Chapter 232: Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Two: The Chips_2

Xu Yuan asked softly, "What is the fifth Chapter?"

The Saint’s Remnant Soul scoffed, "Old man, I haven’t even fully understood the four common Chapters of the Yantian Art, let alone that mysterious fifth Chapter."

"..."

Xu Yuan fell silent for a moment, intending to continue his questioning, but the two elders across from him seemed to have already settled their internal exchange of interests within the Myriad Manifestation Sect.

The Great Elder slowly turned around, and the Sect Master also released Zhou Xiaohe, who was on her last breath, with a gloomy face.

Seeing this scene, Xu Yuan’s mind inexplicably took on a touch of ironic amusement.

Political creatures can feel human emotions, but all other feelings can take a back seat when it comes to something they want or a vision they seek to realize.

Watching Zhou Xiaohe’s breath vanish completely on the ground, Xu Yuan felt a complex mix of emotions, yet still said with a light chuckle:

"Have the Sect Master and the Great Elder finished their discussion?"

The Sect Master of the Myriad Manifestation Sect didn’t respond, his face dark, while the nearby Great Elder said with a chuckle:

"You jest, young master. As you heard, I was merely offering the Sect Master some friendly advice just now."

Xu Yuan was noncommittal:

"Is that so? Then can we get straight to the real topic of today?"

Upon hearing this, the Great Elder smiled slightly, placing more emphasis in his tone:

"Young master, I’ve given it some thought, and considering the effort your Prime Minister’s Mansion has put into this military exercise, five million taels might be a bit meager. It should be doubled, don’t you think?"

"....."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan was taken aback for a moment.

He had not expected the Great Elder of the Myriad Manifestation Sect to still show no intent to sever relations even at this point.

He had already killed the Sect Master’s daughter, and the Sect Master had all but admitted to the matter of Shengshan County in his words.

Yet the behavior of the Great Elder of the Myriad Manifestation Sect now perfectly illustrated what it meant to spit in one’s face.

This was an experience Xu Yuan had never had before.

In his past life, in the world of business negotiations, even if you were the dominant party, if you dared to insult the other’s dignity, they might just roll up their sleeves and go after you.

After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan chuckled softly, took a paper door from the Sumeru Ring, and placed it gently on the tea table, tapping it lightly:

"Since the Great Elder said as much, here are our terms, which you may consider."

"...."

The Myriad Manifestation Sect Master silently picked up the paper and glanced at it, his breath instantly becoming unstable.

And this time,

even the breathing of the nearby Great Elder went awry.

It was a very simple set of characters, written in regular script.

Ninety million taels.

Converting to Xu Yuan’s former life, that would be one hundred and thirty-five billion.

And for the entire Dayan Dynasty, it was merely about one-tenth of a year’s military budget, but for a single Sect, it was a devastating amount.

Taking a deep breath, the Great Elder whispered:

"Young master, you... you must be joking, right?"

Xu Yuan smiled, placing a bead on the tea table:

"Is this enough?"

The Black Scale Army, four thousand strong, had already entered Wanxiang City.

Witnessing this, the Myriad Manifestation Sect Master, who had been silent since Zhou Xiaohe’s last breath, finally spoke:

"That’s enough, but the Prime Minister’s Mansion can’t bear the consequences."

Destroying his Myriad Manifestation Sect, the collective Sects would make it impossible for the Prime Minister’s Mansion to walk away unscathed.

Xu Yuan shook his head and, with a "bang," placed another item on the table:

"How about this, and this? Is it enough now?"

"....."

Silence.

The Myriad Manifestation Sect Master and the Great Elder stared at the "item" that Xu Yuan had taken out from the Sumeru Ring, remaining speechless.

It was a head.

A head that had been well preserved in ice.

With their powerful cultivation, they could still hear clearly, despite the layer of ice, that the head was still alive.

Xu Yuan poured himself a cup of wine and said with a light chuckle:

"This thing was found by our Prime Minister’s Mansion near Shengshan County. Do the Sect Master and Great Elder recognize it?"

The Myriad Manifestation Sect Master and Great Elder did not reply.

The thing they least wanted to happen was unfolding before their eyes; the words spoken by Xia Wenlin in the council hall had come true—the one responsible for the formation had been captured alive.

Seeing their silence, Xu Yuan smiled and said:

"If you want to silence this matter, you can try. After all, I am but a mere Sixth Grade Iron Body."

But upon hearing these sarcastic words, the Great Elder’s composure reached its zenith; faced with such evidence, his expression did not change in the slightest:

"Young master, we do not know this person."

Xu Yuan sighed and said:

"Forty years ago, Cao Guxin, a departed genius of the Myriad Manifestation Sect, who I had not expected to have cultivated the Undying Technique and clung to life."

Upon hearing this,

even with a knife to their throats and irrefutable evidence, the Great Elder’s voice remained calm and even surprised:

"I am surprised you were able to find Cao Guxin. He and I were good friends, and I grieved for a long time."

Rapid distancing.

In this era without surveillance or recording, when it comes to the survival of Sects, testimonies will eventually fall into a stalemate of differing statements.

After all,

nobody can prove that Cao Guxin has been serving the Myriad Manifestation Sect during these decades.

Such evidence is sufficient for a thorough investigation, but not quite enough to justify destroying a Sect.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan sighed again:

"If you distance yourselves in this way, I suppose the Myriad Manifestation Sect should consider purging some of your upper ranks, right?"

In the present world, once someone enters an interrogation room, no one will talk to them about human rights.

Torture, misleading formations, illusions—all applied in turn are almost impossible to withstand.

The composure of the Great Elder remained unchanged: "This is an internal matter of our Sect, there’s no need for the young master to trouble himself."

"..."

Xu Yuan was effectively silenced.