Good stuff! Truly good stuff.
One of the Elders sighed, "It's been more than a hundred years since I last contacted that Fairy from the Jade Pool Immortal Sect. If I send this to her, we could finally see each other every day."
"This item is limited to 10,000 pieces. Even our own disciples might not have enough, and you're still thinking of giving them to outsiders?"
The Fifth Elder couldn't help but roll his eyes.
However, what this Elder said made sense; cultivators are not heartless or unfaithful people. Everyone has someone in their heart they can't let go of. During cultivation, tens or even hundreds of years can pass without contact, and over time, feelings can fade. But with this item, they'd be able to keep in touch anytime, anywhere. Such a treasure, truly a great treasure!
Meng Fenggu donned the Ring and asked, "Is Your Sect still making these kinds of Spiritual Artifacts?"
"They're already in production, and it shouldn't be long before tens of thousands more are available," the Great Inventor explained. "This time, besides delivering the goods, we also want to propose a cooperation with Your Sect. The Great Dream Immortal Sect will sell Communication Rings and Realm-Breaking Pills here in the Southern Continent, with Your Sect receiving one-tenth of the profits. Furthermore, for subsequent feature releases, we will offer Your Sect certain preferential treatment."
Cooperation, huh? Both the Communication Ring and the Realm-Breaking Pill are extraordinary items. They're bound to be very popular. If we could sell them, we could make a fortune. Even one-tenth of the revenue would be enough! Meng Fenggu thought.
"Good!" Meng Fenggu immediately nodded in agreement. "We'll handle sales here in the Southern Continent, and our two sects shall visit each other more in the future!"
The matter of cooperation was thus firmly settled.
The Great Inventor had completed his Task. Now, all that remained was to wait for the collection of Spiritual Stones and slowly complete the Task related to the Spiritual Vein.
"In that case, we won't disturb you any further. There are matters to attend to back at the Sect, so we'll be taking our leave."
The Great Inventor slowly stood up and bowed to Everyone.
The Dung Beetles followed suit, copying him awkwardly.
As they saw the group was about to leave, Meng Fenggu and the others got up to see them out of the Great Hall.
Just as they stepped outside, the Dung Beetles saw a towering figure, over ten feet tall and clad in armor, drifting like a phantom.
"Holy shit, a Parasitic Spirit?"
"Damn, did the Damn Game Designer even copy Soul Calming Street?"
"Why don't we have that thing? If we did, who would need the Corpse Bone Vein?"
"What should we do? This guy looks really domineering; I want one."
"..."
The members of the Ao Xiang Squad paused in their tracks as they gazed at the phantom figure.
Meng Fenggu, noticing them standing still, stroked his beard with a smile, laughing inwardly. So they were shocked after all, huh? It seems our Great Dream Immortal Sect is no less impressive than your Profound Yellow Sect!
"This is a Soul Race Member, a unique existence in our Southern Continent. Only we here in the Southern Continent have them."
Upon hearing this, the Players' eyes all lit up.
"'The Soul Race?'"
"'A whole race, you think?'"
"'Does that mean there are lots of them?'"
The Soul Race Disciple, for some unknown reason, suddenly shuddered, feeling as if great trouble loomed.
What was going on? he wondered.
As he turned around, he saw the Dung Beetles eyeing him eagerly.
Their gaze was almost ravenous.
"How about it, should we just rob him?"
"Or maybe we don't go back? We could visit the Soul Race and scope things out. How about civility before force?"
"Sounds good, civility before force. We aren't Bandits, after all; we must maintain some decorum."
"This Soul Race is perfect for us; we must get them."
"..."
The Great Inventor looked at them, wishing he could kill them with a glare. What in the world? Talking about robbing someone right to their face? Do they think this is their home turf?
The Soul Race Disciple also became alert. For some reason, he suddenly felt hostility from these few Disciples of the Profound Yellow Sect! What were they planning to do?
"Follow me! Don't cause trouble!" the Great Inventor said with a dark face. "I really regret it, having a brain fart and bringing you guys here. From now on, just stay put in the Northern Wilderness."
Stay in the Northern Wilderness? What's so good about that place anyway? the Players grumbled internally.
Dung Beetle's eyes darted around. He quickly ran up to the Soul Race Disciple. Dung Beetle barely reached the Disciple's waist and looked as frail as a twig; it seemed the Soul Race Disciple could kill him with a single punch.
"Brother, can I ask you for a favor?" Dung Beetle asked with a smiling face.
The Soul Race Disciple frowned slightly but, knowing that the other party was a guest, he did not refuse too harshly. "Go ahead. As long as it doesn't go against the Sect's rules, I can accommodate."
"It won't go against the rules; I just want you to say one line!"
Dung Beetle said excitedly, "Can you say, 'I, Yu Jin, am willing to smoke, drink, and perm hair for Dung Beetle for generations'?"
Hm? What does that phrase even mean? the people from the Great Dream Immortal Sect wondered.
They didn't understand what smoking, drinking, and perming hair meant.
But the Players knew very well.
"Holy shit, the Boss is really playing it cool; he even thought of this."
"Even if we can't get a Soul Race member, experiencing what it's like to be a Soul Calming General is pretty awesome."
"Boss is truly the Boss for coming up with this. It seems our Realm is still far from his."
"Enough, you lot!" the Great Inventor snapped. "Do you really think I have that much patience?"
"..."
Dung Beetle's unreasonable request made the Great Inventor's face darken.
What is this nonsense? We're here to do Business, not for you to find amusement!
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