"The Great Harvest relies entirely on one’s abilities."

"If your Yin Corpse Sect happens to draw my Shen Family this time and has the ability to break into Cloud Water City, the common people within the city are yours to plunder at will."

"I, Shen, assure you, our Shen Family’s ancestor will not interfere."

The elder from the Yin Corpse Sect heard this, with a sinister look on his face, and wanted to say more, when Luo Yao also spoke up:

"Fallen Sunset Mountain holds the same stance as the Shen Family."

"There are common people in those cities, anyone capable of breaking into them, the eighteen cities under Fallen Sunset Mountain’s rule, with millions of common people, are yours to plunder."

The two of them directly stated their positions.

As for Lan Jue’s so-called voting, they did not care at all.

The conditions of the Yin Corpse Sect were clearly targeted at their two families, and the result of the vote was obvious.

Upon seeing this, Lan Jue frowned slightly, and the representatives of several other major forces had different expressions.

"Enough, enough, let’s stick to the usual way."

"Patriarch Shen’s words make sense, the Great Harvest is all about one’s abilities."

"If you can’t grab the Blood Food, you can only blame yourself for being too weak. No need to look for other excuses."

After a moment of silence, Monk Hui Yuan from Jianan Temple said with a smile to ease the situation.

"Exactly, if you can’t grab it, it just means you’re not skillful!"

The mouse demon from Heavenly Sandalwood Mountain also joined in with a sneer.

This remark made the faces of both the elder from the Yin Corpse Sect and Lan Jue from Great Witch Mountain turn a bit sour.

Last time, during the Great Harvest, they clashed with Fallen Sunset Mountain and the Shen Family.

The result was that at the end of the Great Harvest, the Yin Corpse Sect only acquired tens of thousands of common people and had significant conflicts with Jianan Temple.

Great Witch Mountain fared even worse; besides several hundred scattered commoners, they barely got anything and lost two Great Demons of the Fetal Breathing Perfection Realm and numerous demon cultivators.

"Alright, let me go first."

Facing Shen Chongming, the laconic middle-aged man from the Huangsheng Sect spoke in a cold voice and reached into the blood-red mist.

His palm opened, revealing a black jade sphere in the center of his hand.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, why don’t you go first?"

After Huangsheng Sect made their move, the crowd hesitated briefly, and the mouse demon from Heavenly Sandalwood Mountain looked at Luo Yao with a sly smile and said.

Luo Yao glanced at him, gave a faint smile, and said, "Why not let me go first?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand and unleashed a stream of spiritual power, drawing a red jade sphere from the blood-red mist.

Seeing this, the people present had varied expressions.

The Yin Corpse Sect, having experienced the strength of Fallen Sunset Mountain, naturally wanted to avoid encountering them again.

Great Witch Mountain had also tasted the frustration of eagerly charging in, only to find an expanse of desolation, and was praying not to encounter the Shen Family and Fallen Sunset Mountain again this time.

After all, against other forces, there was at least a give-and-take battle.

Great Witch Mountain could rely on a large number of minor demons to plunder more Blood Food.

But against the likes of the Shen Family and Fallen Sunset Mountain, it was a direct showdown from the start!

If they won, they indeed could reap a bumper harvest.

But if they didn’t, they would leave empty-handed.

"Let me go," the monk said.

Seeing Luo Yao acquire a red jade sphere, Monk Hui Yuan from Jianan Temple smiled and reached out his hand, stirring in the blood-red mist for a while before pulling back his fist.

As Hui Yuan Monk slowly opened his palm, it turned out to be a red jade sphere.

"Fortunate, it seems I’ll be asking for some guidance from the friends at Fallen Sunset Mountain."

"Monk, you’re cheating!"

Said the mouse demon angrily from Heavenly Sandalwood Mountain.

Hui Yuan Monk’s smile remained gentle, but a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.

"All fellow Daoists present can see for themselves if I’ve cheated."

"If Heavenly Sandalwood Mountain slanders this monk, then after this Great Harvest, we at Jianan Temple will have a serious talk with Heavenly Sandalwood Mountain."

"You, old monk, do you think Master Shu is afraid of you!"

Despite the saying "timid as a mouse," the mouse demon from Heavenly Sandalwood Mountain was clearly fearless.

Jianan Temple was one of the more troublesome among the eight major forces in Yangnao Land, yet the mouse demon from Heavenly Sandalwood Mountain seemed utterly unafraid, openly cursing in front of so many people.

"Alright, alright, alright..."

Hui Yuan Monk’s smile widened, he repeated "alright" a few more times without saying anything further.

The mouse demon glanced at him, then swayed his rear.

A golden glow flashed past, and a black jade sphere flew out from the blood-red mist.

Seeing the black jade sphere, the mouse demon’s face fell, and he turned to the middle-aged man from Huangsheng Sect and said, "Fellow Daoist Gong, how about we make a deal?"

The middle-aged man from Huangsheng Sect nodded slightly but said nothing.

The mouse demon’s eyes flickered, and he continued, "Our ancestor has a big appetite. This time, how about we trade two Spirit Ore veins for two million Blood Food from your Huangsheng Sect?"

The middle-aged man from Huangsheng Sect hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly, saying, "Alright."

"But I will choose the Spirit Ore vein myself."

"Fair enough..." The mouse demon smiled and said, "Except for Spirit Gold Ore and Spirit Crystal Ore, Fellow Daoist Gong can choose any."

The middle-aged man from Huangsheng Sect nodded and said nothing more.

"It’s my turn."

After the small interlude, Wushi Ao from Fushan Nation slowly spoke and reached out his hand, pulling out a blue jade sphere from the blood-red mist.

As soon as the blue jade sphere was pulled out, the elder from Yin Corpse Sect immediately reached out silently.

This time, he was more willing to face Fushan Nation.

A large hand formed of black-gray Death Qi reached into the blood-red mist.

A green jade sphere was grasped.

Upon seeing this, the elder from the Yin Corpse Sect’s face looked somewhat unpleasant.

Wushi Ao had drawn a blue jade sphere, while he got a green one.

The remaining two forces without a jade sphere were the Shen Family and Great Witch Mountain.

Great Witch Mountain had recently lost much of its territory to the Shen Family two years ago, and half of the remaining territory was the Western Wilderness, which already had scarce Blood Food.

Moreover, the Yin Corpse Sect was also wary of demon cultivator forces like Great Witch Mountain and Heavenly Sandalwood Mountain, as the large number of low-tier demon beasts could easily neutralize the Corpse Puppet advantage of the Yin Corpse Sect.

No need to even mention the Shen Family.

Compared to the elder of Yin Corpse Sect’s discontent, Wushi Ao of Fushan Nation felt somewhat relieved.

They weren’t afraid of Great Witch Mountain and even hoped they might encounter the Demon Cave of Great Witch Mountain.

After all, the Demon Cave of Great Witch Mountain had just been battered by the Shen Family, reportedly losing several Great Demons of the Fetal Breathing Perfection.

If they encountered them this time, they could plunder both Blood Food and demon cultivators effectively.

"Patriarch Shen, it’s your turn."

With two jade spheres left in the blood-red mist, Lan Jue cast a peculiar glance at Shen Chongming and said.

Shen Chongming slowly sat upright, a flash of lightning in his hand pierced the blood-red mist.

The azure lightning entwined a jade sphere and pulled it out instantly.

"Blue..."

Seeing the color of the jade sphere, Shen Chongming said with a slight smile, also directing his gaze at Wushi Ao.

Fushan Nation’s controlled territory was adjacent to Yingchuan County at the edge of Anyang City.

Third Uncle Shen Wen’an restrained himself from breaking through to the Golden Core Realm precisely to seize the opportunity of this Great Harvest, taking the initiative to gain more benefits for the Shen Family.

"Alas, my luck doesn’t seem to be any good."

Wushi Ao sighed lightly.

However, there wasn’t much dejection on his face.

During the past decade, he had already allowed his subjects to develop their territories well, providing the secular common people a good chance to thrive, significantly increasing the amount of Blood Food.

Even if the Shen Family employs the same strategy as before this time, Fushan Nation could just consider there wasn’t a Great Harvest this time, and both sides could leave each other in peace.