The Netherworld Blood Sea churned with boundless baleful energy.
When Shen Gongbao appeared above the Blood Sea carrying that Super S-Class Customer Service Contract—enough to make even a Sage's eyelids twitch—what greeted him was the towering killing intent gathered from four hundred and eighty million Blood God Sons.
Old Ancestor Minghe sat upon the twelfth-grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, with the two innate killing swords, Yuantu and Abi, suspended at his side, their blades pointed directly at Shen Gongbao's brow.
"Thirty percent of the profits? One supreme-grade Innate Spirit Vein?"
Minghe's voice was like the frigid wind of the Nine Netherworlds, scraping Shen Gongbao's Primordial Spirit raw with pain. "What does Chen Changsheng take this ancestor for? A fat sheep awaiting slaughter?"
Facing this most ancient killing god of the Primordial World, Shen Gongbao's legs trembled, yet that standard, professional smile remained on his face.
Not only did he not retreat, he instead stepped forward and drew another Jade Slip from his sleeve, respectfully offering it over.
"Please calm your anger, Old Ancestor. Before refusing, why not first look at the summary of the Project Preliminary Research Report our center has prepared for you?"
Minghe snorted coldly, and a streak of blood-red light swept the Jade Slip away.
The next instant, the Blood Sea, which had been brimming with killing intent, abruptly fell silent.
There were only a few lines within the Jade Slip, yet every word pierced straight to the heart.
[Pain Point Analysis: The client possesses immense Merit (creating the Asura race, establishing a sect), yet has been stuck at the peak of Quasi-Saint for countless Yuanhui due to innate deficiency (lacking Primordial Violet Qi).]
``` [Core Solution: Abandon the fantasy of relying solely on 'proving the Dao through force' and pursue a path of 'composite