Struggle meant hesitation;
And hesitation meant he had already lost that last shred of madness, Lost the courage to perish together like jade and stone.
Besides, although the Supreme Sacred Sect called itself a sacred sect to the outside world, who in the Cultivation World did not know that the Supreme Sacred Sect was, in truth, a bona fide demonic sect, Ruthless in its actions, stopping at nothing.
As cultivators of a demonic sect, they had always followed the creed: "If one does not act for oneself, heaven and earth will destroy them." Personal gain was universally their highest principle, They could sacrifice others, They could sacrifice their sect, They could sacrifice everything, But they would never sacrifice their own lives.
Therefore, so long as this Grand Elder of the Supreme Sacred Sect hesitated...
Then his compromise was merely a matter of time.
Sure enough, Not long afterward, the Supreme Sacred Sect's Grand Elder—whose gaze flickered uncertainly as fierce conflict raged within him—slowly raised his head and stared at the Half-Venerables. The gloom on his face gradually faded, replaced by a trace of helplessness and unwillingness, He slowly spoke, his voice hoarse:
"This one admits defeat!
However, if you want me to hand over the sect's reserves, that is possible—but I must personally hand them to the president.
I will not give them to any one of you."
Clearly, He did not trust these Half-Venerable Realm members of the Cultivator Association.
For he knew full well just how abundant the Supreme Sacred Sect's reserves were. They contained not only vast quantities of cultivation resources, ancient cultivation methods, sect-defending divine abilities, and top-tier treasures, but also countless Talismans, Alchemical Pills...
Any ordinary Half-Venerable cultivator who saw them would surely be consumed by greed, their eyes burning with desire.
What if these