Xuantian Sect Headquarters.
Elder Li explained the conditions in the square, and Zhao Lie slammed his hand on the table, causing the newly repaired table to crack again: "Open a branch? Why don't they just rob us!"
He was trembling with rage: "I led my men for half a month, suffering countless casualties to finally conquer the Northern Region, and they just open their mouths and want to share the resources? What's the difference between this and rubbing the Xuan Tian Sect's face in the ground!"
The elders below the hall echoed in agreement:
"Sect Master, we absolutely cannot agree to this! Once they open a branch, the spiritual vein mines and resources of the Northern Region will be infiltrated by them!"
"Those old foxes in the Southern Region are clearly trying to get something for nothing!"
Just then, a figure in black robes walked into the hall; it was Zhao Feng.
"Father, elders, what's all this noise about?" Zhao Feng's voice was slightly hoarse as he glanced at everyone in the hall.
Elder Li quickly repeated the conditions and handed over a jade slip containing the requirements of all parties.
Zhao Feng picked up the jade slip, glanced at it, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
Opening branches, sharing resources, and even demanding that the Xuantian Sect relinquish management rights over three core spiritual veins... every word reeks of greed.
"Do they think they've got us cornered?" Zhao Feng chuckled lightly, his laughter devoid of warmth.
He was once the strongest being in ancient times, and he had seen more conspiracies and tricks than these people had eaten rice.
These so-called "four-region forces," though seemingly numerous and powerful, are actually all harboring ulterior motives and merely seeking to exploit the "rumors" for personal gain.
"Young Sect Master, what do you think..." an elder asked cautiously.
Zhao Feng didn't speak, but flicked his finger, and a wisp of black flame shot out from his fingertip and landed on the jade slip.
"laugh--"
The jade slip was instantly ignited and turned to ashes, leaving not even a trace of spiritual energy.
“Tell them,” Zhao Feng raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife beneath his black robe, “that they can open a branch in the Northern Region.”
Everyone was stunned. Zhao Lie was about to retort when Zhao Feng continued, "If you defeat my Xuantian Sect, I'll give you the entire Northern Region, let alone open a branch."
"As for now..." He turned to look outside the hall, his voice suddenly turning cold, "tell them to get out."
Zhao Lie and the elders were first taken aback, then their eyes blazed with anger—those were some tough words!
"Feng'er, wouldn't this be..." Zhao Lie hesitated, after all, the other side had more people and more power.
"Father, rest assured." Zhao Feng's voice carried an undeniable confidence. "If they want to fight, I will fight them. In ancient times, I have killed opponents a hundred times more troublesome than these. These people... are not worth mentioning."
Although he hasn't regained his peak strength, the pride of an ancient supreme being still remains deep within his soul. To expect him to surrender his hard-won territory like a stray dog? Impossible.
Moreover, he did not completely underestimate his opponents—the forces that could emerge in the early stages of the Great Era always had some trump cards. Perfect, he would use them to test how much power this body could unleash.
"Pass on my orders." Zhao Feng looked at Elder Li, "Reorganize the troops and guard the passes of all cities in the Northern Region. Anyone who dares to trespass will be killed without mercy."
"Yes!" Elder Li accepted the order, turned around and left in a hurry. This time, his steps were much more steady.
Inside the main hall, Zhao Lie watched his son's retreating figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He was both gratified by Zhao Feng's firmness and vaguely felt that this son seemed to be becoming increasingly unfamiliar.
Zhao Feng stood at the entrance of the hall, gazing in the direction of the Northern Region, his black robe fluttering in the wind.
bring it on.
Let me see just how much "prodigy" and "power" this generation truly possesses.
The sham negotiations in the square have ended, and all sides are waiting for the Xuantian Sect's "response," unaware that what awaits them is a war that will sweep across the Northern Region.
In the corner, Xiao Chen and his two companions exchanged a glance, sensing the sharp aura emanating from the direction of the main hall.
Jiang Li raised an eyebrow: "Looks like a fight is brewing."
Xiao Chen gripped the spear tightly, his eyes serious—Zhao Feng's aura was even stronger than what he had sensed in the secret realm.
The news that Xuantian Sect burned the agreement on the spot spread like wildfire, reaching every camp on the northern border within half an hour.
Inside the main tent of the Southern Rock Clan, the patriarch stroked his beard. After listening to his subordinate's report, the "kind" smile on his face faded, replaced by a hint of coldness: "Burn it? That's tougher than I expected."
The young master beside him said in a deep voice, "Grandpa, the Xuantian Sect is disrespecting us. They clearly don't take us seriously!"
The old ancestor glanced at him: "What's the rush? Burning the agreement is like putting a knife to our throats—if he dares to burn it, we dare to accept it." He tapped the map of the Northern Region on the table, "Pass it down, all battalions, assemble, and march on Xuantian City tomorrow morning."
The young master was taken aback: "So fast? Aren't you waiting for the people from the Central Region and the Western Region?"
"Wait for them?" The patriarch sneered. "They all want to reap the benefits without lifting a finger. The Western Regions Buddhist sect wants to use us as a tool to kill them. Why should we in the Southern Region wait? We'll storm in first, seize the best spiritual vein mines, and when they come, they'll only get scraps."
Inside the Central Alliance's camp, several representatives were discussing matters around a campfire.
"The Xuantian Sect is really arrogant. They burned the agreement without hesitation." One person clicked his tongue in amazement. "It's like our envoy was beheaded on the spot. They don't give us any face at all."
Another person shook his head and said, "He has the right to be arrogant. Zhao Feng is said to have obtained a great inheritance in the secret realm. He has the strength to transcend tribulation, so he may not be easy to deal with."
"We have to deal with them even if they're tough." The elder in the lead tapped his cane. "Our loose cultivator alliance is struggling to survive in the cracks of the Central Region. We finally have a chance to share the benefits of the Northern Region, how can we miss it? Tomorrow we'll move in with the people from the Southern Region. They'll lead the charge, and we'll pick up the scraps from behind."
Everyone nodded, their eyes gleaming with shrewdness—they weren't there to "uphold justice," but simply to get a share of the pie. Who took the lead wasn't important; what mattered was reaping the benefits.
Inside a temporary meditation room in a Buddhist monastery in the Western Regions, several young monks were reporting to a middle-aged monk.
"Uncle-Master, the people from the Southern and Central Regions are assembling their teams, and it looks like they'll be making their move tomorrow. Meanwhile, the cultivators from the Eastern Region seem to be getting ready to fight, as if they're about to set off at any moment."
The middle-aged monk put his hands together and sighed, "Amitabha, I wanted to persuade them to make peace, but it seems that it won't work out."
"His eyes showed little regret, but rather a glint of calculation. 'Pass down the order: my Buddhist disciples will cover the rear. If the Xuantian Sect wins, say 'the attempt to mediate failed'; if they lose, then we'll take advantage of the situation and seize control of several 'Buddhist temples' in the Northern Region, which can also be considered... protecting the people of this region.'"
The young monk accepted the order and withdrew, leaving only the middle-aged monk in the meditation room. He gazed at the night outside the window, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
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