Dividing the Money
Since no one stepped forward to accept the challenge, Yan Bugui glanced at the people on his left and right sides. Seeing their hesitant and wavering eyes, he couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Before, they had all been determined to win, pooling together 1 Yue Qianchou to humiliate the Huaxia Cultivation World and make a quick buck. Now, a Nascent Soul Realm like Yue Qianchou had scared them all into not daring to step forward.
Yan Bugui's guess was correct. Apart from the two late Tribulation Transcendence stage Transcending experts beside him, the other dozens of people were indeed quite wary of Yue Qianchou. They wanted to go down and accept the challenge, but they were afraid that the guy who had produced a thousand flying swords might suddenly reappear. Their cultivation levels were all similar to Yan Cheng and his two fellow disciples; they weren't significantly higher. They really couldn't guarantee they could gain an advantage against Yue Qianchou. No one wanted to risk their lives! It was only after someone else had stepped forward could they challenge him.
On the Cultivation Alliance's side, seeing that the three whip-wielding experts had all been killed and the threat of the strange whip was gone, they were all somewhat restless, but worried that these foreign cultivators might use some strange magical Law Treasure again. Everyone was hesitant.
Yue Qianchou glanced around, a cold smile playing on his lips. They all wanted to show off, yet feared the consequences; each one was calculating their own scheme. None of them were good people. After a moment of indignation, he turned his gaze to Ziyi, Ziyi looked at him with excited, questioning eyes. "Do you want me to go on stage?"
Yue Qianchou was about to nod to signal her to make a move when they heard the sound of something flying rapidly through the air in the distance. Everyone looked up at the sound. A dark figure arrived in an instant, landing directly in front of the group from the Myriad Demon Palace.
A lean, wiry old man in black robes slowly turned around, his hands clasped behind his back. His long, snow-white hair flowed freely down his back, and his sharp eyes fixed intently on the mountain peak where Yan Bugui. Before he could even speak, his aura of authority intimidated everyone in the Myriad Demon Palace, who stood frozen in place, heads bowed and silent.
"Hiss!" Bi Shan gasped, "Why is he here?"
"Who is this person?" Yue Qianchou asked suspiciously. To be able to wreak havoc on the Myriad Demon Palace group like this, the newcomer must be of considerable seniority within the Myriad Demon Palace.
"It's Yan Wuchen," the former Palace Master of the Myriad Demon Palace. "Why is he here?" Bi Shan could answer, many people around him answered Yue Qianchou's question. This person was none other than Yan Wuchen, the former Palace Master of the Myriad Demon Palace, who was known as the number one villain in the demonic path. He had graced us with his presence, but it was unclear what his purpose was. It was likely related to his son, Yan Bugui.
Upon hearing this, Yue Qianchou immediately began to scrutinize him carefully. Such a famous figure was none other than the top boss of the Cultivation World's underworld! He was worthy of admiration!
Yan Wu had been famous in the Cultivation World for a long time, but he retired many years ago, and most people had never seen him. Now that he suddenly appeared, he immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.
"Hmph! Rebellious!" Yan Wuchen let out a cold shout with a grim expression. His voice wasn't loud, but it reverberated throughout the valley, demonstrating his formidable cultivation. Yan Bugui, looking over there, was somewhat dumbfounded. The cultivators from various countries around him also frowned.
Yue Qianchou looked around, secretly delighted, thinking that there was bound to be some excitement to watch.
"No complaints!" Yan Wuchen called out coldly. Chou Wuyuan immediately went over respectfully and bowed, saying, "Master."
"What's the current situation?" Yan Wuchen asked. Chou Wuyuan immediately recounted the entire challenge, pointing at Yue Qianchou as he spoke. Before he could finish, Yan Wuchen slapped him across the face with a loud "smack." Chou Wuyuan remained silent after the Chou Wuyuan, becoming even more respectful. Yan Wuchen coldly turned to stare at Yue Qianchou, who, disliking such an arrogant and condescending person, Yue Qianchou away, too lazy to bother with him, regardless of who he was.
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That slap startled everyone slightly. Yan Wuchen really showed Chou Wuyuan, slapping Qiu Wuyuan in front of so many people. While everyone was still stunned, they suddenly realized Yan Bugui vanished from his spot. Looking around, they discovered he was already inside the valley. What was he going to do?
"Yan Wuchen, a cultivator in the late Tribulation Transcendence stage Transcending Realm, has come to accept the challenge!" The voice resounded throughout the valley, answering everyone's questions.
The various factions within the Cultivation Alliance exchanged bewildered glances. They hadn't expected that Yan Wuchen, a rarely seen figure, would travel such a long distance just to sabotage their son's event. Yan Bugui and the others, in particular, were ashen-faced, especially Yan Bugui, who looked utterly dejected.
The gazes of cultivators from various countries were all fixed on the two elderly men beside Yan Bugui. One was dressed in brocade robes, the other in coarse linen; only their cultivation levels qualified them to fight him. Yet, both men looked at Yan Bugui with inscrutable expressions.
Yan Wuchen stood with his hands behind his back in the valley, quietly awaiting his opponent's challenge. However, as time passed, no one from his side emerged.
Yue Qianchou stared intently at the movements of Yan Bugui's group, a smile playing on his lips. Interesting! If this drags on any longer, Yan Bugui's side will essentially admit defeat in an hour. It seems we can start thinking about dividing the spoils.
Just as an hour was about to pass, the old man in hemp robes strode out with a somber face. Yan Bugui raised his arm to stop him, shaking his head bitterly, "Senior Feng, you mustn't!" Fen Yandan glanced at the old man in hemp robes and said in a deep voice, "Palace Master Yan, what a joke! You need to understand, if we don't accept the challenge, we will lose ten billion. That's no small amount. Just because you're old doesn't mean we should lose ten billion. Who has that kind of influence, worth ten billion?"
Compare. Corpse Ten Thousand
"Senior Chang, do you have any good ideas?" Yan Bugui turned to the old man in brocade robes and asked for advice.
"Who doesn't have parents? Palace Master Yan, we understand your predicament." The old man in brocade robes paused, then continued, "But causing everyone to lose ten billion for your father's sake is simply unreasonable! Ten billion is almost all the money we have combined; it's no small sum for us. Even if I agreed, none of us would. Unless..." Unless Palace Master Yan has another way to compensate us for our losses, I am powerless to help.
Yan Bugui with rage. This challenge was all your doing. Now, apart from the two of you late Tribulation Transcendence stage experts, the rest of the Tribulation Transcendence stage have been intimidated by Yue Qianchou alone. Even if the two of you were to take action, who could guarantee that you would be a match for my father? And now you're asking me for compensation for the losses.
"If I could truly unify the Huaxia Cultivation World, you could choose any two Spirit Stone mine to mine indefinitely. For now, I can only make this empty promise. If you feel it's inappropriate, then please do as you see fit," Yan Bugui deep voice. He made this promise out of necessity. He wouldn't care about others, since he hadn't contributed a single Spirit Stone. But this was his father; even if he was incompetent, he wouldn't dare bear the stigma of disobeying his father.
The group exchanged glances. Fang Wu, who remained silent, indicated his agreement. It should be understood that a top-tier Spirit Stone mine could generate tens of millions of high-grade Spirit Stones in profit annually, recouping the investment in a hundred years—not a long time for cultivators. Two top-tier Spirit Stone mine would only require fifty years, not to mention indefinite mining; it was a huge profit. The only risk was that even with everyone's combined efforts, they might not be able to help Yan Bugui the Huaxia Cultivation World, and then they would have nothing. However, the problem shouldn't be...
The old man in coarse clothes relaxed, while the old man in brocade robes glanced at everyone and smiled at Yan Bugui, saying, "Since Palace Master Yan has put it this way, we naturally cannot do anything to cause your fathers to turn against us. Alas! As Palace Master Yan wishes! This place is not safe to stay any longer. Let's go!"
A group of people suddenly sprang into the air and vanished in a flash. The members of the Cultivation Alliance were all stunned for a moment, then their gazes all turned to Yan Wuchen in the valley. Needless to say, the reason Yan Bugui abandon ten billion Spirit Stone and retreat without a fight was probably because of his old age. Ten billion! Just like that, he threw it away—such deep paternal love!
Yan Wuchen slightly raised his head and looked in the direction Yan Bugui left, remaining motionless for a long time.
With the opponent withdrawing, the challenge was over! The unexpected victory didn't cause anyone much celebration. What mattered now was the ownership and distribution of the ten billion Spirit Stone —a huge sum of money. Those with a chance to share would naturally be the top ten sects of Righteous and Demonic paths, as well as the Four Great Families. As for the other sects that neither contributed money nor effort, and simply watched the spectacle for free, they naturally wouldn't get a share.
The group returned to Hundred Flower Valley. Yue Qianchou and Ziyi followed closely behind the Myriad Demon Palace. They were worried because the other party had their money in their hands, and they didn't feel comfortable not sticking close to them. Embezzlement and absconding could happen in any era.
Within the Cultivation Alliance, things naturally proceeded according to the initial agreement: each person received back the amount of money they had contributed. Yue Qianchou happily pocketed his four thousand units of currency and stood by the Myriad Demon Palace, grinning as he awaited his share. He thought to himself, "I've won two rounds; I should get the lion's share." Ziyi, equally excited, followed beside him, waiting to divide the spoils. The two money-grubbing fellows were all smiles, quite endearing to everyone.
"It was agreed before that the 1 billion would be divided into 20 parts, each part being 50 million. Winning a match would earn 50 million. Fu Xian Island won the first match, so it should rightfully receive 50 million. Yue Qianchou won two matches, so he should receive 100 million. Senior Yan of the Myriad Demon Palace scared off the opponent, so he naturally also won a match, and Myriad Demon Palace should also receive 50 million. As for the remaining 800 million, I suggest that it be divided according to the proportion of investment," proposed Zhu Xianxian of the Daluo Sect.
"It would be fair if we didn't do it this way," I agreed. Blood Demon Palace, Corpse God Sect, Wangyue Sect, and other sects that contributed money all expressed their agreement. Yue Qianchou silently calculated in his mind, his smile froze, and his face immediately darkened.
"This doesn't seem right!" Chou Wuyuan looked around at Human Path, "If my master hadn't intervened, we don't know how long this challenge would have gone on or what the consequences would have been. You could say that my master ended the last seventeen fights by himself, so my Myriad Demon Palace should rightfully take seventeen shares of the money. But my Myriad Demon Palace will not do anything like this, and is willing to give up two shares to the sects that paid money but did not contribute their efforts, so they can share the money equally."
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