[Su Miao tapped the Phoenix race's resource list with her fingertip.
"Nirvana stone marrow, three fire veins, a hundred innate spiritual plants, and five blessed lands. Used sparingly, they'll sustain the Farm Teachings for an entire tribulation."
Tongtian leaned over for a look.
"Nirvana stone marrow? Even a Saint would covet that."
He tossed the list onto the table.
"You calculated all this beforehand and waited for the Phoenix race to walk right into it, didn't you? You secured your reputation and emptied their treasury in one stroke."
Su Miao raised her teacup and took a sip.
"The Farm Teachings has countless trillions of disciples. Every day, the moment they open their eyes, they consume resources.
The Phoenix race needs a path forward, and the Farm Teachings needs resources. Each gets what they need."
She set down her cup, a gentle smile on her lips, yet her gaze was clear and cool, so detached it scarcely carried any emotion.
"The price is plainly marked. One is willing to strike, and the other is willing to take the blow."]
The group stayed silent for a long while. In the end, Nezha could not help typing first.
"I was just getting all moved by their brotherly bond. How did everything change in the blink of an eye... so Junior Martial Aunt had it all figured out from the start?"
That change of face had been far too quick!
Yang Jian replied.
"What else did you expect? The Phoenix race laid out everything they had, and the Farm Teachings accepted their resources in exchange for an opportunity. Both sides got what they needed. There's nothing wrong with that.
Surely they couldn't set a precedent for no reason and then put in all that effort for nothing?"
Nezha still could not quite wrap his