Compensation for the Losses, an Agreement Reached

Seven million Gold Soul Coin are a sum that the Clear Sky Sect can afford, but actually paying that amount would be a devastating blow to the entire Clear Sky Sect.

After all, ever since the Clear Sky Sect suffered a blow from the Spirit Hall, the entire Clear Sky Sect's income has basically relied on Tang Yuehua's Moonlight Pavilion for support.

When Moonlight Pavilion's income is insufficient, Clear Sky Sect has to occasionally draw upon the accumulated wealth of previous generations to have enough funds to maintain the Clear Sky Sect's basic operations.

Therefore, strictly speaking, the current Clear Sky Sect is not wealthy.

Even in terms of wealth alone, the Clear Sky Sect is at the bottom of the Upper Three Sects, which is why Tang Xiao showed an angry look when he heard about the seven million Gold Soul Coin.

"Rob?"

"This is much faster than robbing money."

"With one in and one out, one million became seven million."

Bai Wanwan thought to herself silently, glancing at Ning Fengzhi without making a sound.

Hmm~

This is the Clear Sky Sect; if it were the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the asking price would start at least in the tens of millions.

After all, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is known for its immense wealth, comparable to that of a nation.

In other words, among all the sects, none is richer than the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Tang Xiao, what are you saying?"

"This is the actual loss of our King's Mansion; every single item has been meticulously accounted for."

Qian Renxue crossed her legs, her tone revealing a hint of displeasure.

"Seven million Gold Soul Coin? Our Clear Sky Sect can't afford that. We also don't have the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng Clear Sky Sect."

"As compensation, our Clear Sky Sect can only offer 500,000, or resources of equivalent value."

Tang Xiao's gaze was very gloomy, and without any hesitation, he cut the original amount.

"Five hundred thousand?"

"Then let's not talk about it."

"Keep it to buy coffins for your Clear Sky Sect members."

"Guibao, Moxiong, gather all our forces in Heaven Dou City and Suotuo City. Uproot Moonlight Pavilion immediately, then attack Clear Sky Sect. Tonight, I will make Clear Sky Sect's blood stain half the sky."

Bai Wanwan stood up from her seat and gave the order without any hesitation.

Just as Guibao and Moxiong were about to make a move, they heard the voice of Xue Ye from above.

"Cang Lan, sit down first, calm down and don't get agitated."

"Let's talk it over again; we'll surely reach a satisfactory conclusion."

Xue Ye spoke to soothe Bai Wanwan's emotions.

Upon hearing this, Bai Wanwan sat down again and slightly raised her hand to signal Guibao and Moxiong to wait a moment.

Xue Ye then turned his gaze to Tang Xiao: "Sect Leader Tang, this is hardly sincere. No wonder Cang Lan is so agitated."

"But then again, seven million Gold Soul Coin is indeed not a small sum. How about five million Gold Soul Coin, plus that Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng?"

Tang Xiao frowned deeply. Although five million Gold Soul Coin was much less than the original seven million, he still didn't want to take it.

After all, five million was no small sum for the Clear Sky Sect, but to refuse outright would be to offend Xue Ye.

Think about it again.

Tang Xiao let out a soft breath.

"Your Majesty, it's not that I'm unwilling, but our Clear Sky Sect truly cannot afford so many."

"Three and a half million Gold Soul Coin, plus the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, is already the limit for our Clear Sky Sect."

Tang Xiao's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

"No."

"This would be a huge loss for us."

Qian Renxue flatly refused.

Three and a half million Gold Soul Coin, plus a Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng— already a profit, but why earn less when you can earn more?

She was almost certain that Tang Xiao could offer even more.

Time passed slowly.

After intense bargaining, and with the mediation of Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi, the price was finally set at four million Gold Soul Coin, plus one Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng.

Both Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan were quite satisfied with this result.

But being satisfied in one's heart is one thing.

On the surface Qian Renxue looked dissatisfied, while Bai Wanwan looked reluctant, as if they had suffered a great loss.

Tang Xiao's expression was equally unpleasant.

The Strength Clan was not saved, and he himself was seriously injured. In the end, he not only had to pay out four million Gold Soul Coin, but also had to find a way to get the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng.

"Your Majesty, the matter has been settled, so I will not linger any longer and will return to the Clear Sky Sect."

Tang Xiao rose from his seat, bowed slightly to Xue Ye, and then walked out of the Hall.

After Tang Xiao left, the Hall fell silent again.

Xue Ye turned his gaze to Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan, and slowly said, "Cang Lan, Chi Yang, the matter has been resolved. Your ruined King's Mansion no longer needs to be rebuilt."

"I've already had a new King's Mansion prepared for you, and it's probably all ready by now. I'll arrange for someone to take you to see the new King Canglan's Mansion later. If there's anything you're not satisfied with, I'll have it carefully renovated."

Xue Ye's voice was very gentle.

Upon hearing this, Bai Wanwan and Qian Renxue exchanged a glance and almost simultaneously addressed Xue Ye, saying, "Thank you Your Majesty."

On the other side.

Before the Strength Clan, engulfed in raging flames.

Lor Diarra stood with his hands behind his back, quietly waiting for his servants to clean up the battlefield and count the casualties.

Not long after.

The Soul Master responsible for counting the casualties went straight to Lor Diarra and bowed to her.

"My lord, according to my count, twenty-two of us have perished in this battle, and sixty-five have been wounded."

"And my subordinates also discovered..."

At this point, the Soul Master's voice sounded somewhat hesitant.

"Just say what happened, don't beat around the bush."

Lor Diarra frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Report everything clearly and completely; there's nothing to hesitate about.

"Based on our investigation some time ago, there should have been 217 direct descendants of the Strength Clan, but when we counted the bodies just now, there were only 216 bodies of direct descendants of the Strength Clan..."

Just as the Soul Master was about to continue speaking, Lor Diarra waved his hand to interrupt him.

"You mean one ran away?"

"That's impossible. With such a strict lockdown, it's impossible for anyone to escape."

Are you sure you didn't make a mistake in the count?

Lor Diarra asked with a serious expression.

"Sir, we are certain we haven't made a mistake in the count."

"And the one who's missing didn't run away; he simply wasn't originally part of the Strength Clan."

"Tai Tan has a grandson Tailong, who attends Blue Tyrant Academy, so he probably wasn't with the Strength Clan last night..."

The Soul Master spoke earnestly.

"Tailong?"

"I see."

Lor Diarra's gaze fell upon the Blue Tyrant Academy, a hint of contemplation in his eyes.