Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 64: Together with Companions

The powerhouses of the two major factions from the Wilderness tribe might both follow the lead of the Ancient Races, but not a single one of them was willing to submit to slavery or servitude, not even the Bright Moon Palace.

Wang Mingyang felt this even more profoundly. As a royal talent born with a primal gift, he had a vast potential for improvement. If he could obtain and merge with the body of the Primitive Demon God, given time, defeating Shang wouldn’t be a problem.

The emergence of Chen Pingping gave them such an opportunity.

The Bright Moon Palace didn’t want to miss out.

Of course, this opportunity was also fraught with danger. Merging with the body of the Primitive Demon God meant challenging Shang, taking on the powerful Ancient Races, and even the aloof Master of the Wilderness.

The higher-ups of the Bright Moon Palace were also very resolute. Thus, in the process of obtaining the body of the Primitive Demon God, they were determined to succeed by any means necessary. If negotiations were to fail, the leaders of the Bright Moon Palace were prepared to take action by force.

It was, in essence, a treacherous feast.

Wang Mingyang smiled, "What are your demands?"

"I have two companions, can you see them?" Chen Pingping pointed to the two people not far away. He had no feud with Youming Valley, and there was no need to harbor any killing intent. However, after a brief eye contact with the two, Chen Pingping had detected the killing intention in their eyes, which is why he had this demand.

Wang Mingyang replied with a smile, "Alright."

"I haven’t even said what I want to do!" Chen Pingping spoke up.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"I want to go in with my companions," Chen Pingping said.

HEH! That suited them just fine. Having companions meant there would be constraints, leverage. During negotiations, the Bright Moon Palace wouldn’t have to be so deferential.

Wang Mingyang suppressed his smile. "I’ll go invite them right now."

"Mmhmm, just send someone over. We’ll go on ahead," Chen Pingping nodded.

"Alright."

The two of them left, chatting and laughing, which made Bai Yunfei sense that something was amiss, leaving him feeling very uneasy.

Not long after, more than a dozen powerhouses arrived before them, led by a sixth-order royal powerhouse with incredibly strong fluctuations of energy inside his body. His entire body was purple, and his eyes were bewitchingly captivating.

He spoke indifferently, "The Young Master sends for you."

Bai Yunfei was utterly confused. He had seen Chen Pingping walking with people from the Wilderness tribe and was still mulling it over, wondering what was going on. And now the Wilderness tribe had come to invite them? What did this mean?

However, Luo Sangzi saw the clues and asked, "The one wearing white just now, was he the young master of your household?"

The Wilderness tribe powerhouse nodded. "Yes, the Young Master has returned with your companion, so he sent us to invite you."

Good heavens! A Human Clan cultivator strutting into the Ancient City of the Wilderness tribe was one thing, but to actually be a guest in their home? That was something else entirely. Luo Sangzi’s lips curved upward. If a young whippersnapper like that wasn’t afraid, what did he, Luo Sangzi, have to fear?

He immediately responded, "Alright!" I’m curious to see what he’s planning.

Bai Yunfei, who had been on the verge of refusing, was taken aback when Luo Sangzi, the senior from the Divine King lineage, agreed without hesitation. His face turned dark, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

The two were invited into the Bright Moon Palace and settled in a courtyard. They hadn’t seen Wang Mingyang, nor had they seen Chen Pingping. However, from time to time, powerhouses from the Wilderness tribe would come to serve tea and water, showing great courtesy.

Luo Sangzi assumed they were being so deferential because they’d recognized his strength. He then asked, "When will your young master come to meet me?"

The attendant replied, "The Young Master will come to meet you once he finishes his business at hand. Please rest assured."

Luo Sangzi said with great composure, "Please tell your young master that I know of a place where the body of a Primitive Demon God is buried, and ask him to come see me quickly."

The attendant was startled for a moment, then nodded. He gave Luo Sangzi a peculiar look before turning and leaving.

Bai Yunfei couldn’t help but ask, "Elder, this is not something to joke about. The Wilderness tribe is extremely serious when it comes to the body of the Primitive Demon God!" If the information was true, it would be one thing. But if it was false, and the Bright Moon Palace became enraged... he truly dared not imagine the consequences.

Luo Sangzi was very confident. "Of course it’s true." Then, narrowing his eyes, he said coldly, "What if I use this piece of information in exchange for Chen Pingping’s life?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Yunfei laughed. Information about the Primitive Demon God’s body in exchange for the life of an insignificant Human Clan cultivator? The Bright Moon Palace would profit immensely. If he were Wang Mingyang, he would agree instantly, then draw his sword and cut down Chen Pingping. That would certainly save them a lot of trouble.

「Elsewhere.」

The negotiation had been going on for several minutes. They started by cautiously feeling each other out, neither daring to reveal their trump cards, leading to a lot of tedious talk. Finally, Chen Pingping, having lost his patience, said, "I have the arm of a Primitive Demon God on me, exactly what you need. I can trade it, but you must offer something substantial in return. You know best how important the arm of a Primitive Demon God is to the Wilderness tribe."

Once he said this, his intention became crystal clear.

The Bright Moon Palace higher-ups, on the other hand, relaxed considerably. As long as he has demands, there’s room for negotiation. To think we were just beating around the bush with all that probing. This Human Clan cultivator is surprisingly straightforward.

One of the Elders smiled and asked, "May I know what Daoist Chen needs?" His intentions are clear, so he must have his demands prepared, right?

Chen Pingping raised an eyebrow and said, "Do you have a seventh-rank Spirit Pill?"

A silence fell upon the Bright Moon Palace higher-ups.

Wang Mingyang couldn’t help but explain, "There is no one among the Wilderness tribe who practices alchemy. Such a thing can only be found by chance, and since Spirit Pills clash with the physique of the Wilderness tribe, even if we found them, we wouldn’t want them—they are not very valuable to us."

Is that so? Chen Pingping paused for a moment, then asked, "Do you have Divine Weapons? A few Sacred Soldiers would do as well."

Silence. Why don’t you just rob us?! They restrained their anger. The Eighteen Royal Clans combined couldn’t produce a single complete Sacred Soldier, and you’re asking for several?

Wang Mingyang’s face darkened. "Brother, how about some more realistic requests?"

Are all royal clans this poor? Chen Pingping then asked, "Well... what about Blood Stones?"

"We have those," the Elder said with a smile.

"Spiritual Medicine?"

"We have those as well. The Bright Moon Palace has collected quite a bit over the years."

"I heard that your Bright Moon Palace has an ancient mirror that is pretty incredible, able to penetrate falsehood, traverse time, and so on—is that true?" Chen Pingping asked curiously.

As soon as he spoke, the Bright Moon Palace experts present all revealed their displeasure. The ancient mirror was the cornerstone of the Bright Moon Palace’s power, their very foundation. Without this mirror, the Wasteland would lose one of its royal clans overnight. What the hell is wrong with this Human Clan guy?

However, the Eight Treasures Chicken, who knew Chen Pingping’s true intentions, couldn’t help but snicker. Big Brother truly wasn’t an ordinary Human Clan member. Although his actual goal was the Ancient Bloodstone, he hadn’t mentioned it directly. Instead, he was employing a feint, creating a misdirection for the Bright Moon Palace. He would only bring it up at the critical moment, by which time the Bright Moon Palace might have already lowered their guard. This approach was far more effective than asking for the Ancient Bloodstone outright.

Wang Mingyang was also left speechless. "You’re hardly being sincere!"

Chen Pingping feigned surprise. "How could that be? The arm of the Primitive Demon God is useless to me. Its only potential use might be for Enlightenment, but... I can’t cultivate the Dao on it! Sigh! To be honest, I rather regret acquiring it now. My only option is to trade it for something I can actually use."

This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺