"Deputy Sect Leader Yan wants to give it a try, but if he loses, remember to follow the Dieshan Sect's wishes." Xue Tong chuckled.
How could the deputy sect master of the divine realm, who was in the middle stage of heaven and human, swallow this mouthful of Xue Tong's understatement, which was enough to satisfy him.
The livid face snorted coldly, murderous intent suddenly aroused.
Xue Tong is also determined to use thunderous means to suppress people with force, so that the God Realm Sect has no choice but to follow!
Xue Tong ejected the wing fire beads, which were bright red and made a hissing sound.
The deputy sect master swung his sword and slashed furiously, curling up the blade and hitting the fire bead.
His arm suddenly shook and flew into the air.
The wing fire beads exploded with great force, and the flames instantly burned through the deputy door master's close-body protective layer.
The eyes were filled with fire, and the skin was smoky. The deputy sect leader was in mid-air, chanting the Xuanbing spell in a hurry, and a large amount of frost hit his face.
He hurriedly extinguished the wing fire, and when he raised his head, Xue Tong was watching, smiling without saying a word.
If you take advantage of him to put out the fire, the result can be imagined.
The difference in strength between the two of them is huge!
Deputy Sect Master Yan was smoky, with only his inner robe to cover his shame, his face was dark, and he looked embarrassed and didn't know where to start.
"Just follow Dieshan Sect's plan," Xue Tong said in a calm tone.
Now that he has won, there is no need to stimulate him with words.
"Yes, this sect is extremely sorry, and is willing to perform rituals at the place where the incident occurred for forty-nine days to save the souls of the dead." The leader of the Dieshan sect struck while the iron was hot and said again.
Xue Tong won with one move, showing a suppressive level of force. The deputy sect leader of the Divine Realm had no choice but to sign a document and never mention the matter again.
"I'm not familiar with Dieshan Sect, how did the sect master find me?" Xue Tong asked as he walked out of the hall.
"It is said that the master of Xiangyun Villa is gifted with magical powers and has a wide network of contacts. He can often solve people's problems. The Dieshan Sect..."
"I see!"
…
Rongcheng.
You Shuochang sent someone to pay him 18 million spiritual stones.
Xue Tong completed his task and handed in his certificate of surrender. He became the owner of the village leisurely and contentedly. He occasionally went out to collect elixirs and mostly practiced cultivation.
Less than half a year later, You Shuochang visited secretly.
"There is a Maoli tribe thousands of miles away. You received news that the Maoli tribe is in trouble recently and a large force is trying to encroach on its territory."
"You go to Maoli's territory first and lurk, then come forward." You Shuochang said.
"Have the Maoli people approached Taoist You?" Xue Tong wondered. How could the Maoli people meddle in the affairs of the Maoli people thousands of miles away?
"No, the things we do are not always approached by others. As long as it is profitable, we will do it after weighing the balance."
"If Yang goes to do it, what will he gain?"
"This is an order from the gang. If it is not beneficial for the time being, we will make up for it later. If you complete this matter, Mao Li will most likely become a powerful force in our gang in the future." You Shuochang couldn't help but say.
"Who specifically is Fang Shengsheng, the big force that intends to get involved?" Xue Tong asked without arguing.
"You heard it from hearsay, so I'm not entirely sure."
"How strong are the Maoli people?"
"Similar to Dieshan Sect."
Xue Tong hesitated whether to disobey the order or not.
"Don't worry, everything you do will be recorded by the gang, and you will not be treated unfairly based on your merits. The Yiren Gang has been able to develop to this day and win over a large number of aliens. In the final analysis, it relies on profit." You Shuochang continued to persuade. .
"...Yang, let's give it a try. If the opponent is too strong, I can only avoid his edge and walk away." Xue Tong reluctantly agreed.
"Well, safety first."
You Shuochang took out a pouch and said: "The Maoli people are not easy to approach. Here are the relevant materials, but one thing is that if something goes wrong, you will be responsible for the consequences. Our gang will not admit any involvement."
Xue Tong felt bad, and You Shuochang shrugged off the problem, again showing that he did not intend to take responsibility.
But he has experienced countless storms in his life and has a strong endurance. He thought for a while and nodded, "Okay, Yang will do his best. When will the Maoli disaster happen?"
"Two months at most, maybe a month."
…
Half a month later.
Five thousand miles to the south, there is the Jingcong River Valley.
Maoli people have broad faces, big ears, and chestnut hair. They have lived on both sides of the Jingcong River for generations, and their territories span millions of square miles.
In the early stage, the Jingcong River flows from north to south, turns a big bend in the valley, and flows eastward into Pansong Lake.
Xue Tong walked south slowly and was at a loss as to how to approach the Maoli people.
"Maoli people are good at raising spiritual insects. Xue at most tried to get close to them on the pretext of buying insects."
Xue Tong rides a vulture and walks freely on the reins.
Waves of buzzing noises entered my ears.
"Swarm!" Xue Tong looked into the distance.
The black swarm of bees overflowed the hills, and black bees as big as a fist flew around ten feet away.
The number is at least 20,000 to 30,000, and the level will be acquired later.
Xue Tong is not worried about swarms of swarms. He can kill thousands of people with one fire bead, and the Gang Demon's protective layer can resist the bites of swarms of bees.
Unlike wild bees, black bees do not attack and seem to be waiting for instructions.
The stalemate lasted for about a cup of tea.
A small group of black bees flew away, and the remaining swarms no longer surrounded Xue Tong, scattered in the mountains and forests, and covered the grass and treetops.
Xue Tong and Jiujiu took a few steps forward.
There were rustling sounds everywhere, followed by black bees crawling.
Xue Tong quickened his pace, and the black bee crawled fiercely, unable to keep up and took off to catch up.
"Oh, I want to see what Xue is doing!" Xue Tong vaguely felt that the bee swarm should be raised by the Maoli people and neither attack nor leave without instructions.
Xue Tong sat quietly on the stone and released his spiritual pressure, which was only suppressed by Gui Yinshan by one level.
When working in Maoli territory, it is better to have a higher level of cultivation.
…
A small swarm brought back three people.
Two men and one woman, both tall and strong, with chestnut hair.
The scattered swarms of bees reunited and surrounded Xue Tong.
The leader of the three is a middle-aged man with a majestic appearance, who is in the early stage of heavenly being, and the other two young masters are in their peak stage.
"Your Excellency, why do you come to Maoli Territory?" The middle-aged monk asked politely.
"Yang Shijie, passing through your territory."
"Mao Li rarely interacts with outsiders, Taoist priest, please take a detour."
"The Maoli people are self-sufficient and have no contact with the outside world?" Xue Tong asked.
"I have my own channels, so I don't dare bother the Taoist priest." The middle-aged monk made a gesture of invitation, meaning that it would be useless to talk more, so he left immediately.
"I heard that the Maoli people are good at raising spiritual insects. These black bees are used exclusively for patrolling the territory, wonderful, wonderful!" Xue Tong praised.
"Yeah," the middle-aged monk responded simply, showing that he didn't want to talk nonsense anymore.
According to the unwritten rules of Muzhou, the territories of ethnic minorities are given special respect, so the three of them were not worried that Xue Tong would dare to do anything.
"Yang wants to buy some spiritual insects at a high price, please help fellow Taoist..." Xue Tong continued shamelessly.
"This Taoist priest is very verbose. He even told outsiders to please take a detour." The young man finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted.
"Brother!" The young woman glared at the male cultivator and reminded him to shut up.
"Haha, Yang bought insects at ten times the price. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to drive people away without asking for permission." Xue Tong said with a smile.
He was a bit higher in cultivation and could accurately target the three people in front of him without daring to forcefully drive them away.
"The price is ten times higher, are you fooling us?"
The young man has a bad temper and is straightforward.
"Well, if Yang keeps his word, the key depends on whether there are any good bugs." Xue Tong said.
He thought to himself: "I'm afraid I won't be able to contact the Maoli people without some blood. Let's sneak into the territory."
The three Maoli tribe members chatted in Zhen dialect.
"Taoist Priest must keep his word, otherwise we won't be able to explain." The middle-aged monk was worried and confirmed again.
"But if there are good bugs, Yang will catch them!" Xue Tongtong vowed.
"There are so many good bugs, you can't tell whether they will be sold or not."
The young man muttered again.
Both the woman and the middle-aged man had sullen looks on their faces and stern eyes. The man then realized that he had talked too much and looked down at the black bees crawling around in the grass.
The middle-aged man chanted a spell.
The bees buzzed and flew away, patrolling their territory.
…
Xue Tong entered Maoli City Walled City.
On both sides of the valley, there are thousands of stone and wooden houses, and 50,000 Maoli people form a village. The total number of villages is unknown, but it is rumored that the size of the villages is about 200.
It was rare for the Maoli people to see outside monks. They quickly gathered around to see the excitement, and they were almost packed to the brim.
Xue Tong was smiling, and the vulture beside him also walked steadily and had firm eyes.
The strength of Maoli City Walled was revealed: 60% acquired, 30% innate, 10% master, and only a handful of heavenly beings.
"Why did Mr. Ge bring foreigners into the village?"
"This person has a lot of cultivation..."
The Maoli people were chattering.
Walking to a remote courtyard, Ge Jiafang said: "Taoist Master Yang lives here aggrievedly. He is not allowed to go out unless invited."
"Very good, very good!"
Posts were set up outside Maoli Renmin Court, and guards were closely guarding them.
Ge Jia left and never came back, leaving Xue Tong waiting for five days.
Xue Tong wished that Ge Jia would not come back. His goal was to "sneak into the walled city and hold on for a month!"
…
Ge Jia came to the door, handed over the list and said: "Thirty kinds of spiritual insects are for the Taoist Master to choose from. Choose them as soon as possible, buy them and leave."
Xue Tong took the order and asked, "Taoist Master Ge has been here for so long. Could it be that the village leader or someone else doesn't agree with Yang's purchase of insects?"
"Fellow Taoist, don't ask so many questions. Hurry up and make your selection. Once the purchase is completed, Mr. Ge will come to hear the reply tomorrow."
Ge Jia didn't reply and left in a hurry.
In five days, he traveled to four villages, and with the consent of the four nearby villages, he sent a list of insects to sell.
Ge Jia entered the hospital the next day and asked with great hope: "Has Fellow Daoist Yang made your choice?"
Xue Tong shook his head: "Did your department underestimate Yang? Spiritual insects on the list are not rare, so why would Yang bother to come here to buy at a high price?!"
The so-called spiritual insects of the Maoli tribe cover a wide range of areas, including demonic insects and poisonous insects. On Gejia’s insect list, the top three insects: "Skeleton Silkworm", "Ghost Nematode", and "Purple-spine Scorpion" are not special. It is a rare thing, not to mention that it indicates that the insect is less than a hundred years old.
"Yang needs at least two hundred years to become an adult, and his ranking is ten places higher than that of skeleton silkworms." Xue Tong said.
"Is the Taoist bluffing and boasting? The Skeleton Silkworm ranks among the spiritual insects of our clan..."
Ge Jia suddenly realized that he had let the news slip, and was in danger of being discovered by Xue Tong, so he retracted his words before he reached his lips.
"Yang doesn't care where the Skeleton Silkworm ranks. It's probably not in the top ten anyway. Let's get a higher ranked spiritual insect. Money is not a problem!" Xue Tong threw the spiritual stone bag on the table, which contained fifty million spiritual stones.
"Pay a deposit of 50 million first, so Brother Ge won't have to be in such a difficult situation." Xue Tong said again.
The Eighty-Year-Old Skeleton Silkworm was sold by Maoliren for 6 million, and the deposit of 50 million spiritual stones was roughly enough according to the standards proposed by Xue Tong.
He had planned to be taken advantage of and act willfully to delay time.
But what he never expected was that just when Ge Jia was grasping the tension, something happened that made everything suddenly become clearer.
