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Chapter 698 - 56, Rage [Seeking monthly ticket!]_1

Chapter 698: Chapter 56, Rage [Seeking monthly ticket!]_1

North Region, Taotie City.

The rapid rise of Red Cotton Peak and the Immortal District in a short span of time dealt a noticeable blow to Taotie City. Despite the Huyan Family’s series of remedial measures, the city’s visitor flow was evidently decreasing year by year. Followed by business closures, and offerings gradually departing...

And an auction for charity added fuel to the fire of Taotie City’s existing difficulties.

"Two and a half million Vermilion Bird Coins, to buy a broken Universe Ring..." Huyan Dong’s chest heaved, his eyes ablaze. Looking at his kneeling son in front of him, he found it increasingly difficult to breathe.

He had just made a trip to the Eastern Region a few days ago, garnering support from several powers by leveraging Penglai’s influence. Yet he experienced such a blow right after returning.

If it were in the past when Taotie City dominated, spending such an amount of money wouldn’t matter. However, in the current fiercely competitive times, using these many funds equates to giving up a large battlefield.

"Father, calm your anger..." Huyan Bin knelt on the ground and looked up, "Fortunately, the Imperial Court and Shu Mountain also spent a lot of money. At this charity auction, we’re all equally hurt."

"They’ve got their things after getting hurt. What about you?" Huyan Dong asked irritably.

"I got..." Huyan Bin hesitated then said, "The friendship of the Penglai Upper Sect."

"I..." Huyan Dong raised his hand halfway in the air, but after considering that this son was indeed his own, he didn’t let it land.

He gritted his teeth and said, "They only regard you as a friend because you have money. When they’ve drained you dry, do you still think they’ll treat you as human? Do you know what kind of people are in Penglai? They are outlaws, originating from bandits! Do you think there would be any good people among them?"

"Father, you also know?" Huyan Bin weakly said, "Where did I want to spend this money? However, under the circumstances at that time, if I had declined, Daoist Xuan Lu would’ve turned against me right there! Maybe, I might not even have the chance to see you again..."

"You’re telling me you think I wanted to see you instead of two and a half million?" The veins on Huyan Dong’s forehead pulsed faster and faster.

"But Penglai isn’t completely unwilling to help, they did make a promise." Huyan Bin quickly said.

He racked his brain for ways to calm his father’s mood.

"What promise?" Huyan Dong asked.

"Daoist Xuan Lu said we can employ some unconventional tactics, such as attacking Red Cotton Peak’s Four Poles Hall, preventing them from peacefully delivering goods..." Huyan Bin said: "In time, no one will go to Shu Mountain to shop. Even if Shu Mountain seizes the evidence and wants to wage war on Taotie City, the Penglai Upper Sect will intervene..."

Huyan Dong stared straight at his son, his vision intermittently blurring into darkness. For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond.

Huyan Bin looked up, his face full of untainted innocence, "So?"

Huyan Dong pointed at him trembling, finally uttering, "Your brain must be following your mother."

He stood up and yelled, "He said he would intervene, but when we’ve deeply offended Shu Mountain, so much so that it becomes a full-fledged war, will he offend the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect for your sake? Even if Shu Mountain is not so powerful, they have other sects who are good allies. Will the Heavenly King Sect intervene? Will the Heavenly Gang Sect intervene? Haven’t you seen how Thunder Fortress was suppressed? They dare not even breathe heavily now. That’s the outcome of completely aligning with Penglai! Depending on others for help is fine, but hoping they will save your life? Keep dreaming! Even if someday he really comes to your aid, from then on Taotie City can only be a lapdog!"

On seeing his father’s furious state, Huyan Bin’s lips were trembling with fear. After a while, he finally said softly: "Dad, Daoist Xuan Lu has made another promise..."

"Speak!" Huyan Dong flung his sleeve.

Huyan Bin said: "He said that there would definitely be a repayment of money."

"Damn you..." Huyan Dong finally could not restrain himself, raising his leg and giving Huyan Bin a kick, sending him flying over and crashing into the screen with a loud bang.

Bang—

"Alas." After venting his anger, Huyan Dong sighed and said, "The present situation is this - only by drastically reducing expenses and liquidating assets can we tide over these difficulties. The monster Taotie costs a fortune to keep and nurture daily, and Huang Hanshan has been trying to buy it at a high price for years, so it would be better to simply sell it to him."

"Father..." Huyan Bin struggled to get up, saying, "But that’s the symbol of our Taotie City..."

"Nowadays, what other choice do we have?" Huyan Dong said, "What’s the use of having symbols if Taotie City is gone in days to come? I’ve made up my mind; there’s no need to dissuade me further."

Just as he was about to send someone on an errand, there came a frenzied flurry of footsteps from outside. An attendant rushed in, not even sparing a glance for the chaotic scene before him as he loudly proclaimed, "City Lord, something terrible has happened! We received word from Beast Repelling Mountain - the Taotie... it’s been killed!"

...

Only a short time of two days had passed, but when Chu Liang returned to Yunque Temple, it was as if the world had been turned upside down.

Repairing a small wooden hut like those found in Shu Mountain could be handled by just two or three disciples from the Earth-Wood Hall in a short time. However, the buildings that collapsed in Yunque Temple were all over hundreds of years old, so reconstruction was immensely difficult. It was not just about constructing new buildings, but merely clearing up the debris of the old ones. Since the temple was perched atop a cloud, even taking down the rubble was strenuous work. They needed to transport the debris down on large mounts bit by bit.

Of course, they could have just thrown the debris from up high, but if it accidentally injured someone, it would become a deadly accident.

So, when Chu Liang arrived, he saw half-finished debris removal and half a construction site. The spirit beasts that were tamed by Yunque Temple were all scurrying nonstop to transport the debris down and then carry building materials back up. Each of them seemed lethargic, clearly exhausted from the relentless work.

"How unpredictable life could be," Pu Shan lamented, shaking his head. "Just recently, we were setting out to help the victims of the disaster, and now we’ve become victims ourselves."

Chu Liang immediately grew alert at these words, "You shouldn’t use the funds on yourself then."

"Rest assured..." Pu Shan replied. "You can monitor us anytime."

This time, Chu Liang had come in person to deliver the huge sum of money obtained from selling the demon-slaying sword. To ensure the safe transport of such a large amount, he had also brought Wang Xuanling along for protection.

The reason Chu Liang chose Old Wang rather than his master was because he was afraid that Empress Feng might be tempted by the sight of so much money and start harboring evil thoughts.

Even though Yunque Temple was currently in a chaotic situation, this matter was still given the highest priority. Zen Master Shenjie had personally reached out to various parties, trying to deliver the first batch of supplies to the Southern Region as soon as possible. On this matter, the Whale Guild and Shu Mountain also contributed a great deal.

"Heave ho!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

After delivering the money, Pu Shan walked Chu Liang out and ran into a team of monks on the construction site ahead. The monks were lined up in a row, gripping a murky crystal-like stone pillar and using all their might to lift it.

Standing in front of them was the God Traveling Zen Master.

As the monks let out a united cry of exertion, the Zen Master clasped his hands together as if wielding a knife and forcefully made a chopping motion, cutting the stone pillar into several sections.

"What are they doing?" Chu Liang asked.

"That’s an essential material for building the grand hall, we Buddhists call it ’Sumeru Crystal,’ or also known as ’Earth Sand.’" Pu Shan replied: "This material can absorb spirituality and be integrated into formations. Without it, the array runes on the building couldn’t penetrate the walls, and the firmness would significantly decrease."

"However, Sumeru Crystal is extremely hard. It could only barely be chopped up by the Seventh Realm cultivator. This thing is naturally formed in this prism-shaped, breaking it up makes it more effective. Unfortunately, even my master can’t cut it into many slices, but it’s enough."

"Embedding this into the walls will make the grand hall and array runes fuse together, making it indestructible for tens of millions of years. Unless there’s a high-intensity battle, it won’t be easily destroyed."

His single question had triggered a detailed explanation from Pu Shan.

As he had said, even with the cultivation level of God Traveling Zen Master, there was only so much of the Sumeru Crystal that could be cut into segments. These little pillars of crystal were reluctantly used.

"Is it that hard?" Chu Liang asked, curiosity piqued.

He walked over, picked up a piece of Sumeru Crystal about the size of a child’s arm and took out the Red Gang Scissors. Then, he forcefully made a cut.

Snap.

A blast of Gang Qi erupted from the crystal, instantly cutting the Sumeru Crystal in two.

With a group of monks who were wondering what he was about to do, they all flinched at once, feeling a cold chill.

Chu Liang smirked, "It’s not that hard."