C213 The Deal
C213 The Deal
There was a trace of joy on his face. This was naturally a good thing for Chiang Country. Otherwise, once Yang Xuan was defeated, Chiang Country would suffer heavy losses.
Yang Xuan thought more about it. He frowned and was a little worried.
After walking for about half a cup of tea's time, the group finally stopped in front of a large hall.
"Mr Yang."
Chiang Hai scratched his head and looked at the large hall.
"Alright, I'll go in alone!"
Yang Xuan nodded and walked into the hall.
All the guards and servants in the hall were chased out. To a Blessed Stage warrior, guards were merely decorations. There was no point in staying here.
Emperor Chiang sat at the head of the hall, while Zhao Hu was quietly drinking his tea, waiting for his arrival.
"King Chiang, Zhao Fellow Daoist."
"Fellow Daoist Yang, you're finally here."
Without waiting for Emperor Chiang to speak, Zhao Hu stood up and walked towards Yang Xuan with a faint smile on his face.
"I didn't get the spiritual herb you gave me last time. It was a pity, but it didn't delay his words. Fellow Daoist Yang, if you are willing, you can come to our Qifeng Country at any time. You and I can also share our experiences in cultivation. "
" Yang... "
Emperor Chiang was about to speak, but was stopped by Yang Xuan.
He looked at Zhao Hu and pondered for a moment before saying, "I appreciate Zhao Fellow Daoist's good intentions. However, I am an idle person. I can't stay here any longer. I will leave this place soon."
"So that's how it is. What a pity."
Zhao Hu looked at Yang Xuan thoughtfully. He turned around and returned to his seat. He said slowly, "Since Fellow Daoist Yang has no intention of entering Qifeng Country, I will say what I want to say."
"A few days ago, Qifeng Country received a letter from Myriad Spirit Sect asking us to stop the war."
He picked up the teacup and took a sip. His movement was very elegant, but it did not match his tall and sturdy body. It gave people an extremely strange feeling.
He did not feel anything about it. After taking a sip, he continued, "I don't know the specific reason, but since the Myriad Spirit Sect has spoken... Our two countries should also obey their orders. Oh, right. King Chiang, you should have received the letter as well!"
"This..."
Emperor Chiang frowned and shook his head.
Zhao Hu smiled and took out a letter from his waist. With a tap of his finger, the letter was wrapped by a layer of Spiritual Force and flew towards Emperor Chiang.
Emperor Chiang was startled. The Spiritual Force on the letter was incomparably strong. Although Zhao Hu only casually pointed at it, it was not something he could handle with his current cultivation base.
At this moment, a spiritual light flew out from Yang Xuan's direction. It hit the letter and destroyed the Spiritual Force on it. The envelope was no longer wrapped by the Spiritual Force. It slowly floated down and landed on Emperor Chiang's hand.
"Fellow Daoist Yang, what a good technique!"
Zhao Hu praised coldly.
"Isn't Zhao Fellow Daoist the same?" Yang Xuan was not at a disadvantage. "Since we are here to negotiate, I'm afraid this is not appropriate!"
Zhao Hu glanced at him but did not say anything. Emperor Chiang opened the envelope and read it carefully.
At the same time, a huge spiritual pressure spread out from within the seal. Although it was not directed at everyone, the power it contained shocked Yang Xuan.
This pressure was comparable to the Green Robes Worshipper of State Hall that he had seen before. It was even a little stronger.
"Is this... the Myriad Spirit Sect?"
Yang Xuan's expression was solemn. A single letter could bring him such a huge pressure. This showed how powerful the Myriad Spirit Sect was, and that was the place he was going to go.
The hall was silent for a while. Emperor Chiang's facial expression gradually relaxed, and there was a trace of joy in the depths of his eyes.
"Since the Myriad Spirit Sect has spoken, then my Chiang Country will naturally obey. Regarding the peace talks, I wonder what is Zhao Immortal Master's opinion?"
"King Chiang is flattering me. I am the next Imperial Advisor, and I am unable to make the decision. Now, I am merely bringing the words of our king."
Zhao Hu waved his hand, and the corner of his mouth carried a smile.
"What our king means is that we can negotiate, but the Chiang Country must give up five cities. Otherwise, the dead warriors of our Qifeng Country will not be able to rest in peace."
"Will the dead warriors of our Chiang Country be able to rest in peace?"
Emperor Chiang frowned and suddenly stood up.
Zhao Hu stretched out his right index finger and waved it. "King Chiang, this is the bottom line. If it wasn't for the order of Myriad Spirit Sect to stop the war, we wouldn't have tolerated it. After all, the two elders of your country have fallen."
"You..." Emperor Chiang was angry, but he couldn't say anything to refute it.
Chiang Country was at a disadvantage right now. All their hopes were placed on Yang Xuan, who was one realm lower than them.
Initially, he wanted to use the opportunity left by the old ancestor to give him a hand, but in the end, he didn't get anything. It was a small matter for fate to turn into a bubble, but now, they had lost the qualification to confront Zhao Hu.
Yang Xuan stood on the spot with an expressionless face. He didn't participate in their conversation, but he kept calling out to the Black Panther in his heart.
"What?! You want me to deal with him?"
"No, I know you can't show yourself. You just need to help me secretly."
"No, no, no."
The Black Panther rejected him immediately. It was very firm. "My Spiritual Force is very precious. As long as you consume a little bit of it, it will take a very long time to recover."
Yang Xuan secretly gritted his teeth. "I will use spirit herbs to make up for it!"
"No, the spiritual herbs can only help me recover from my injuries and not my cultivation. If you want me to help you, unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Hehe, I want the demon pill. "
"Demon pill?"
Yang Xuan was stunned. Related memories immediately appeared in his mind.
The so-called demon pill was the source of the Demonic Beast. It was used to absorb the Heaven and Earth Spirit Aura. It was similar to the Dantian of a human, and it was the foundation of cultivation.
Every Demonic Beast had a demon pill. Life and death followed. Once the demon pill was lost, it was equivalent to taking their lives.
"The demon pill can help me recover my cultivation. When I fought with those guys, I nearly collapsed. Now, I have to be replenished."
"Alright! I promise you."
"Hehe, don't be too full of yourself. What I want is at least a tier 3 or higher demon pill. Three, no, five!"
"A tier 3 demon pill, that's about the same level as mine."
Yang Xuan gritted his teeth, a hesitant look on his face.
Zhao Hu had been paying attention to him the whole time. When he saw that there was something wrong with his expression, he was immediately delighted. He asked with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Yang, are you feeling unwell?"
Of course, he wasn't really concerned about this. After all, as long as one's cultivation base reached the Second Stage, they would be able to get rid of any common diseases.