Chapter 969 969. Conditions
"Your Excellency, I, Plantagenet, have shown my utmost sincerity."
The woman holding the umbrella spoke in a clear, detached voice, her tone calm and expressionless. "Whether you believe it or not, these resources represent the maximum that Plantagenet can offer."
No, it's not the limit yet. Xia Feng narrowed his black pupils and said directly: "Tianshu Wu and Jinque Feather should be in Jinquehua's hands, right?"
Upon hearing this, Ke Yanqing raised his oil-paper umbrella slightly, obviously not expecting that the Abyss Saint would want these two things.
"It's too unfair to hand over such a sacred item as Tianshu Wu to Your Excellency the Saint just because the price is increased by 10%. What's more, Mother hasn't even snatched it away yet."
She shook her head, puzzled. "As for the goldfinch feather, I wonder what the saint wants it for?"
"You don't need to know this." Spade Man said calmly.
Ke Yanqing frowned and thought. Golden Sparrow Feather is a level 7 spiritual material. It is a spiritual plant resembling a sparrow feather that grows naturally within the domain of the legendary divine relic, Sparrow God Mountain. It has the characteristics of maintaining the existence of incomplete souls and replacing spiritual materials for advancement.
This spiritual material is not as important as the eighth-level spiritual material, but it is almost only found in broom flowers, and only one flower can be produced every thousand years, which is very rare.
There aren't many reserves of gorse itself, which is equivalent to a level 8 rarity to some extent.
Previously, the S-level inheritance, the Goldfinch Domain Spirit Paper, was only lent out and could be taken back, so the loss was actually not that big. But when the Goldfinch Feather was given away, it was a real consumption.
Ke Yanqing was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I can give you a golden sparrow feather."
"One? I want ten." Xia Feng said calmly.
“?!!”
Are you robbing me? The oil-paper umbrella shook, and Ke Yanqing took a deep breath. "Sir, a goldfinch's feather may only form once every thousand or even two thousand years, and I only have three goldfinch flowers left."
Only three left? So few. Xia Feng muttered in his heart, he couldn't tell whether this was true or not.
But three is three.
"Okay, then I want three of them." Xia Feng said casually, as if it was a trivial matter.
Ke Yanqing tightened her slender hands around the umbrella again, looking dazed. The last time she was so angry was when she was molested by the villain wearing a K mask.
This time, the person in front of him was also wearing a mask, and what he said was equally infuriating.
Ke Yanqing took a deep breath and said in a calm voice, "Saint, can I assume that you have no sincerity in trading with me, Plantagenet?"
She finally discovered that this mysterious Spade man was picking on Plantagenet, with a subtle targeting intention.
Xia Feng thought for a moment and said, "How about this, what do you Goldbrooms want? You can propose a condition to this Saint."
Conditions? Ke Yanqing was stunned for a moment, then instantly understood that the Abyss Saint wanted to act as a middleman. They were about to receive a large amount of spiritual materials from other forces and could take them out for re-trading.
However, the most important thing for Gorse Flower now is not the spiritual material resources. Ke Yanqing seemed to be thinking about something, and his oil-paper umbrella slightly tilted, his cold eyes fixed on the young man in a suit in the distance.
He turned back and asked, "Sir Saint, do you have the ability to destroy Burning Sky?"
Xia Feng: “.?”
Who do you think I am? A dragon god descended to the earth?
However, he immediately understood her idea. Goldbroom wanted to use the Abyss Dragon God that might exist behind Xia Feng to attack Fentian.
But never mind whether the Abyss Dragon God exists or not. Even if he does exist, it is impossible for him to exchange his real life for such a small benefit.
"You two, isn't it impolite to discuss destroying Fentian in front of me like this?"
On the ruins in the distance, a young man in a suit said with a smile, "How about this, beautiful Miss Maid, how about you, the Goldbroom, pay for the resources for Burning Heaven to enter the heaven, and we, Burning Heaven, will withdraw our troops?"
"In this way, His Excellency the Saint gets the resources, you, the Goldbroom, get safety, and I, Burning Heaven, get to enter the heaven for free. It can be said to be a win-win for all three parties."
Ke Yanqing's eyes were cold, and he ignored him. After thinking for a moment, he looked at the Spade Man and said, "Sir Saint, will you still be here tomorrow?"
The Spade Man thought for a moment and nodded, "Well, let's end today's trade negotiations here. Tomorrow, you, the Goldfinch, will give this Saint a definitive answer."
Mount Queshen is very close to the Gate of Sumeru, so there is no need to rush. Ke Yanqing nodded. In fact, according to the idea of the Twelve Seats, since the Gate of Sumeru is located in Goldfinch City, then they, the Goldfinch Flower, can just reach in-depth cooperation with the Saints of the Abyss. Mother also agrees with this approach.
But seeing that the Saint of the Abyss is so open-mouthed, there will probably be some quarrels among the Twelve Seats tonight.
"By the way, besides that..." The Spade Man casually made a move behind him, and a vortex opened up behind him. A young man with white-blonde hair and a black mask was pulled out of it and thrown towards Ke Yanqing.
"This Conan is your brother, right? If I hadn't found him, he would have been in danger of losing his life in this chaotic city."
The young man is naturally Xia Feng's real body. Sooner or later, Tianshu Wu will be obtained by either Huanshen or Fentian Saint Lord. He will first sneak into Queshen Mountain and then wait for an opportunity to act.
Ke Yanqing never thought that her younger brother would be captured and rescued by the Abyss Saint. She was shocked and quickly reached out to take it.
Xia Feng rushed into Qingshan's arms, feeling soft like clouds and mist. He subconsciously hugged the waist of the woman in the qipao skirt, and his eyes went dark.
Ke Yanqing's body stiffened for a moment, but when he thought that it was his younger brother, he felt that it was nothing, and the strange feeling in his heart that something was wrong disappeared.
She pursed her lips and looked at the Spade Man in the distance. Although she felt that this man was as hateful as the K-faced Man and always targeted Plantagenet, he had done a good thing after all.
"Yan Qing will remember this favor, Your Excellency the Saint."
Having said that, she did not linger for long. With the clear cry of the golden sparrow under her feet, a fiery red twisted ripple was drawn in the sky, which instantly turned into a black dot and disappeared into the sky.
The other forces did not stay long either. They each used their own methods and left quietly.
Finally, only Fentian's Nian Gengcheng was left.
He seemed to have no intention of making a deal at all. He smiled mysteriously, bowed lightly to Xia Feng, and then turned into a dark red flame and dissipated in the wind.
The Spade Man stood on the top of the tower, looked into the distance for a moment, then turned and retreated back to the Sumeru Gate.
This was just Xia Feng's undead clone, ready to stay in the Xumi Realm and wait for further trade negotiations with the Golden Broom Flower tomorrow. Xia Feng withdrew his gaze from the clone, his vision dark, and his lips smelled the faint fragrance of gardenia.
His identity as the young master of Koch is that he is disfigured and wears a mask all year round, but the mask only covers two-thirds of his face.
His lips and jaw were exposed, and his outline was exactly the same as when Xia Feng was a teenager.
He looked up and met the woman's eyes.
Under the oil-paper umbrella, the woman's face, which had always been hidden, finally became clearly visible.
She has an oval face, her hair is tied up with a wooden hairpin, and her beautiful eyes are gentle and cool. She is not too stunning, but she has a kind of classical and cold air that comes from a lofty landscape painting.
(End of this chapter)
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