"Think about it," Xiong Zi Ying interjected, his voice dripping with persuasion. "Pills that can elevate you to Golden Immortal and Mystic Immortal realms, without side effects. How many years would it take you to reach those heights naturally? A hundred thousand? A million? Ten million?"
"Why waste millennia struggling to break through when you could spend that ti gathering even greater resources?" Zhiyi added, his words a tempting lure.
"And let’s not forget," Bing Xue chid in, twirling the Sky Sunder Feather between his fingers. "Your enemies won’t wait for you to reach Mystic Immortal. Who knows when they’ll strike?"
Shenlian Yingyue idly traced her fingers along the Storm Peacock Crown, her expression serene. Internally, however, she was amused by their ruthless bargaining tactics.
"How do we know these pills are truly as miraculous as you claim?" Peng Ruining demanded, cautious.
"Try one," Xiao Lan said lazily, batting a rainbow fire bead with his paw. He was rather taken with the treasures before him. Each one was a rare find.
After a silent exchange with the elders, Peng Ruining approached Shenlian Yingyue.
"This won’t harm your foundation," she assured him, handing over a Golden Ascension Pill.
The pill was a masterpiece, crafted by her and her brother using the finest Heaven and Divine plants from the Ethereal Small World. Refined by Lu Long, the ancient Dragon Cauldron capable of purifying any pill to perfection, its quality was beyond reproach.
"Perhaps I should test it first, Your Highness," the Fourth Elder offered. "We cannot risk your cultivation."
Peng Ruining agreed.
The mont the Fourth Elder swallowed the pill, nothing seed to happen at first. Just as doubt began to creep in, he suddenly dropped into a cross-legged position, his body enveloped in a radiant golden glow. Pure spiritual energy surged through him, and in re monts, the elder, who had been trapped at the True Immortal realm for over ten thousand years, broke through to Golden Immortal.
An uproar erupted among the Storm Rocs as they felt the elder’s newfound power.
"He succeeded. He actually succeeded!" The other elders were beside themselves. If their entire clan could reach such heights, Golden Immortals, even Mystic Immortals, the re thought sent shivers of anticipation through them.
After trying his newfound power, he and the others knew without a doubt that it was real. The surge of pure spiritual energy couldn’t possibly be faked.
"Well?" Shenlian Yinzhu arched a brow.
"Deal!" the Fourth Elder declared, still marveling at his transford strength. "Take everything here. We’ll gather more treasures for you!"
There was no longer any doubt. The pills were real, and the Storm Rocs were more than willing to pay the price.
Pei Ruining: "..."
Why had no one asked for his opinion? Was he not their king?
Zhiyi chuckled, spreading his palm playfully. "Treasures first, then we talk about more pills."
The Storm Rocs exchanged glances. Then, with a collective sigh, they surrendered.
Soon, the six-floor treasure hall was stripped bare. When they moved to the second and third halls, the group didn’t hold back. Every artifact, every relic, every gleaming treasure vanished into their spatial rings.
Peng Ruining and his elders watched, their hearts bleeding. Millions of years of collection, gone in monts.
But as the Fourth Elder flexed his Golden Immortal power once more, they all knew. So prices were worth paying.
"There are five more Treasure Halls." Xiao Yun’s rainbow-colored eyes glead with amusent as he casually remarked. His words hung in the air, sending a ripple of tension through the Peng clan’s elders and Patriarch Peng Ruining.
Their expressions darkened, fists clenching as they struggled to suppress their anger. Just as they were about to protest, Xiao Lan’s cold voice cut through the silence like a blade.
"Looking for trouble?" An overwhelming pressure instantly filled the hall, pressing down on every Storm Roc present. The oppressive aura extended beyond the room, reaching every corner of the Peng clan’s territory. Even the strongest among them felt their knees weaken under the sheer weight of Xiao Lan’s power.
Sweat beaded on their brows, and any thoughts of resistance vanished instantly.
They had feared that Shenlian Yingyue and her group would strip them bare, leaving nothing of value behind. Yet, to their surprise, the group stopped just before reaching the last and most sacred Treasure Hall. A towering ten-floor structure that housed ancient relics passed down from their ancestors over a billion years ago.
"Let’s stop here," Shenlian Yingyue declared, and without hesitation, her companions obeyed.
Peng Ruining and the elders blinked in confusion, but inwardly, they sighed in relief. They had expected the worst, yet their most treasured heirlooms remained untouched.
Xiao Yun and the others showed no dissatisfaction. They understood the importance of restraint. Greed without limits led only to ruin. The eight Treasure Halls they had claid were more than enough in exchange for the priceless pills and resources they were offering the Storm Rocs.
With a graceful wave of her hand, Shenlian Yingyue summoned piles of jade bottles and scrolls before the stunned clan mbers.
"I’ve counted the number of your Storm Rocs," she said. "One thousand Radiant ridian Pills, and Golden Ascension Pills. Five hundred of Mystic Ascension Pills. Five Heavenly Ascension Pills and five thousand Miracle Elixirs, specially refined for beast races using top-grade Heaven and Divine herbs, infused with water from the Lake of Miracle."
Gasps echoed through the hall. The elders trembled, their eyes widening in disbelief. The initial agreent had not included Heavenly Ascension Pills or elixirs containing the legendary Lake of Miracle’s water. Substances so rare that even the Peng clan had struggled to obtain them.
"I know you’ve been searching for the finest herbs to refine healing elixirs and breakthrough pills," Shenlian Yingyue continued. "Since I’ve already refined them, their value should match the dicinal herbs you originally intended to offer."
Each of her elixirs had been crafted with spiritual water and magical essence, blended with drops from the Fairy Spring Lake. Their potency far surpassed ordinary pills, making them invaluable. With an abundance of spiritual waterfalls in the Ethereal Small World, Shenlian Yingyue and Shenlian Yinzhu had refined these elixirs not for personal use, but as bargaining chips for rare treasures.
"Enough, enough, more than enough!" the elders stamred, their voices shaking with excitent.
Shenlian Yingyue smiled faintly. "If you ever require assistance in the future, do not hesitate to contact ." She handed Peng Ruining a communication stone.
With that, Shenlian Yingyue and her group departed under the watchful eyes of the Peng clan. Their haul today was nothing short of extraordinary. Riches beyond imagination, secured not through force, but through a fair and calculated exchange.
As they vanished into the horizon, Peng Ruining clutched the communication stone, a mix of awe and relief in his heart. The Storm Rocs had lost treasures, but what they gained in return might just propel their clan to unprecedented heights.
anwhile, Shenlian Yingyue’s group moved forward, their journey far from over. With every step, their power and influence grew. Proving once again that in the world of cultivation, wisdom and restraint often yielded the greatest rewards.
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