Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 421 - 308: On the Battlefield, What Use is a Gentleman? Seventeenth Level of True Technique.
As Ling Xudu pondered in secret, his expression inexplicably changed when an old man dressed in black and white Taoist robes hurried over.
"Elder Mo Qiuyong from Jianxie Sect begs to see the revered Ling Xudu," the elder stood dozens of meters away, bowing deeply.
"What brings you here, Taoist friend?" Ling Xudu’s voice floated as if coming from all directions, and although he stood not far off, the elder felt as if he were in fog, the figure seeming both real and illusory.
"I have come for the everlasting future of Jianxie Sect, and for the interests of the Sect in the Northern Region."
"Jianxie Sect, willing to be the cutting edge for Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect in the Northern Region, to sweep away the unworthy."
"If the Sect needs Jianxie Sect to be the wedge in the Northern Region, Jianxie Sect needs the Sect to strike down the man at the foot of the mountain."
With a grit of his teeth, the third elder got straight to the point and made his request.
When a weaker party requests something from a stronger one, it’s best to be straightforward, setting out one’s conditions and the expected return.
"Oh? Does the third elder mean to have me, the Tactician Ling Xudu, bear the infamy of a sneak attack?"
"How dare you! Such insolence to defame the reputation of a Daoist True Monarch."
"Moreover, do you know who the man at the foot of the mountain is? He is none other than Tan Lang, the Tan Lang Star Lord,"
"To have my Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect strike him down for your Jianxie Sect, where does that leave us?"
In a flash, Ling Xudu’s figure became more solid, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared right in front of the third elder, a mountainous and oceanic pressure instantly enveloping him, causing the elder’s teeth to chatter relentlessly.
However, at this moment, after hearing Ling Xudu’s words, his eyes suddenly lit up.
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An old fox is sly, as an old horse is cunning.
The third elder, being in the mid-stage of Dao cultivation and nearing the end of his lifespan, had exhausted his potential with no hope for further breakthroughs. He usually enjoyed researching the "Three Thousand Years of Swordsmanship" with his female disciple. His request to see Ling Xudu was nothing more than a last-ditch effort, yet now he saw a glimmer of opportunity.
"Born and raised here, it’s nothing more than this old sack of skin. Might as well return this life to the sect." With a resolute look in his eyes, the third elder suddenly spoke up:
"If the revered one does not wish to take action, I have another plan. Jianxie Sect is willing to submit to Free Heaven."
"If the senior takes action, regardless of the agreement you’ve made with our Sect Master, Jianxie Sect is willing to offer up one-tenth of the Sect’s annual revenue to the senior."
He emphasized heavily on the words "offer to the senior."
If Yi Chen were here, he certainly would have exclaimed how the world has deteriorated, seeing that even the cultivation world has begun to engage in underhanded contracts.
"Are you threatening me, the Tactician Ling Xudu?" A strange light flashed through Ling Xudu’s eyes, his eyebrows raised, and the third elder instantly felt the pressure around him increase manifold, fierce pressure causing his eyes to involuntarily shed two lines of blood tears.
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Even as he trembled, the old man in the black and white Taoist robes still faced Ling Xudu’s gaze defiantly.
He was certain in his judgment.
Not only did his Jianxie Sect need the support of the Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect.
The Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect also needed to support a powerful proxy in the Northern Region to counter challenges from other sects.
Just as the third elder trembled, hardly able to hold on any longer, he suddenly felt the overwhelming pressure around him dissipate, and a hint of joy swept across his eyes.
"Jianxie Sect is truly a great sect in the Northern Region, indeed having generous and heroic men. Elder Mo Qiuyong of Jianxie Sect, I will remember you," Ling Xudu said.
"Speak, how will you persuade Taoist Wusheng to give that one-tenth of the revenue to me? I give you the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea."
With a flick of his finger, a healing pill was sent by Ling Xudu into the mouth of the black and white robed elder, transforming into a torrent of warm energy, healing his injuries.
As a top-tier cunning fox, having weathered countless storms, the third elder knew that Ling Xudu’s attitude had softened, and the chances of success were now over seventy percent.
He promptly began to recount his relationship with Wusheng Sword Mother, who turned out to be an exceptional talent he had discovered and lifted out of obscurity. Fearful of holding back such a promising seedling, he recommended her to the old Sect Master to be taken as a personal disciple.
Wusheng Sword Mother, grateful to the man who had pulled her from the mire and introduced her to the former Sect Master, had always treated the old man with half the respect due a master, with added reverence.
"You’ve passed this test," Ling Xudu said, looking at the third elder. "But how will I deal with the damage to my reputation if I take this action?"
"Are you testing this old man? With a renowned name as the Tactician, would the Taoist friend not know that so-called good names and reputations are but whores that anyone can dress up?"
"On the battlefield, what use is a gentleman!"
"When Jianxie Sect rules the Northern Region, there will be cultivators who will argue and elevate our name for us!"
"Furthermore, that man does not carry the Tan Lang Star’s face. Killing him, the Sect has a hundred reasons to refuse involvement, and Free Heaven has no choice but to swallow this mute loss. With the revered one presiding over the Sect, would Doumu Origin Lord dare to come knocking?"
"Jianxie Sect’s defensive great formation has one more variation. This old life of mine is ready to be used up, body and soul offered in sacrifice, to stir the supreme Sword Qi and the Yuan energy that has lain dormant in Kunxu Mountain, to take action together with the senior."
"Senior, rest assured, I have left a letter. Once the Sect Master reads it, he will surely give this old man one last bit of face."
The black and white Taoist robed elder, not sparing himself, took out a letter that had already been prepared and handed it to Ling Xudu.
Looking at this white-haired elder, a complex look flashed in Ling Xudu’s eyes.
