Daoist Wang hadn't expected it either;
This high-level, serious negotiation between the foremost psionic powers would actually turn into...
Haggling at a marketplace.
The other side's chief negotiator, Dawang, and their own chief negotiator, old comrade Fu Jian, kept tugging at each other's sore spots.
Wang Jixuan had previously worried that bringing up such a demand for combat strength might have been asking too much.
Given the current balance of power, the three Wings of Light Spiritual Practitioners clearly held the advantage. Especially that burly middle-aged man in Golden Battle Armor—his strength overwhelmingly surpassed both Wang Jixuan's battle puppet and Number Five as she was now.
What they feared was the Pillar-Class Blade Beast.
So when he named his price, he used a method they might find easier to accept—transferring the spirit slaves to Number Five.
They were fellow Spiritual Practitioners, after all. This at least left them a little dignity.
But Wang Jixuan gradually realized that the three Wings of Light Spiritual Practitioners did not care much about these spirit slaves who had already become combat assets.
They cared more about materials;
In other words, how to make more people die during the Infusion Ceremony.
That way, their injuries could heal faster and their strength could recover more quickly.
Humanity's fully developed cloning technology had become the "opportunity" of these three old Wings of Light Spiritual Practitioners.
Finally, before the countdown reached zero, the two sides barely reached a consensus.
The final terms were:
① Transfer 1,900 B-Class Psionicists, 120 A-Class Psionicists, and 12 S-Class Psionicists. The proportion from the Naturalist Faction could not exceed 30%, and neither side could tamper with the arrangement.
② Psionic Capital would publicly apologize for its past attempts to manipulate humanity's political environment. The Six Elders would no longer participate in the management