Mingde Hall! You've Earned a Death Sentence
"Good!"
Feng Yan nodded in satisfaction and gave a thumbs up. "It has to be you, Tai Tan. This is how you deal with Evil Soul Master."
Tai Tan scratched the back of his head. "Sect Master, I still don't understand. They are mortals after all, how can they die and come back to life, and then die again?"
"Naturally, that crazy woman Bibi Dong isn't quite dead yet." Feng Yan was still puzzled about the fact that Bibi Dong wasn't dead.
He only managed to save Qian Renxue, and that was already his limit.
After all, Bibi Dong died on the spot after the Battle of the Two Gods, while Qian Renxue only fell from the divine realm.
After becoming a god, deities can linger in the mortal realm for a considerable period. Therefore, with the God of Fire secretly protecting her, Qian Renxue lived a relatively peaceful life in her later years...
So how exactly did that crazy woman, Bibi Dong, survive?
How did they end up in such a state?
Indeed, Feng Yan could sense that Bibi Dong's life in the Sun Moon Empire was incredibly miserable... Simply put, she was treated like an infinite power bank...
"Erbidong? I've never heard of him."
Looking at his "overly honest" second brother, Niu Tian couldn't help but pat Tai Tan on the back of the head. "You don't know Erbi Dong? Then where's Bibi Dong?"
Tai Tan wasn't annoyed, just somewhat surprised. "It's that madwoman who killed Aunt Rou! Isn't she dead? Why is she still causing trouble?"
Feng Yan stood up from his seat, stretched, and said, "You don't need to worry about Erbi Dong; I already have a solution. Now, let's get down to business..."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes sharpened, and he said seriously, "Da Ming, take stock of the results of this Emergence Ceremony."
"Just how many congratulatory gifts did my Clear Sky Sect receive? And which sects declined to attend our sect's... joyous occasion?"
"It doesn't matter if the gift is small, but... if someone doesn't come... the Tang Clan Sons aren't soft-hearted."
Feng Yan became a god, so naturally he didn't care about these gold and silver treasures. He could do without them, but these forces couldn't refuse them.
Niu Tian took out a thick booklet from his Storage Soul Tool, opened it to the first page, and read aloud, "The White Tiger Duke Mansion has sent ten million Gold Soul Coin, as well as various rare treasures, and a secret letter."
Feng Yan raised an eyebrow. "Not bad at all; you burned the secret letter without even reading it."
"Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, 50 million Gold Soul Coin."
That's it?
"That's all."
"Shrek Academy, a powerful, ten-thousand-year-old right arm bone, and numerous cultivation resources."
"Hmm... not bad. I'll keep this Soul Bone for now; I'll need it later."
"The Body Sect, a Thousand-Year Soul Bone, and some medicinal herbs needed for body cultivation."
"You damned Body Sect! How dare you humiliate my Fire Buddha like this! I will remember this grudge!"
"Continue."
"The Star Luo Imperial Family..."
"Heavenly Soul Empire..."
After listening, Feng Yan nodded in satisfaction, a genuine smile appearing on his lips.
There are hundreds of millions of Gold Soul Coin in total. The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect produced the most, followed by the three original Douluo Empires...
There are countless rare and precious natural treasures and cultivation resources, as well as quite a few Soul Bone, but most of them are only a thousand years old, including some worthless thousand-year-old secret technique Soul Bone...
"It seems that the Haozi blow that rat dealt to the Sun Moon Army really frightened these forces quite a bit."
Sighing inwardly, Feng Yan's smile vanished, his eyes turning cold. "Then next... are those who can't refuse."
"Niu Tian, keep reading!"
To those who show no respect, Feng Yan only wants to say one thing: you all have already met your demise!
"The first to be affected is Mingde Hall, which, along with the Body Sect and Shrek Academy, is considered one of the three major powers on the continent."
"Mingde Hall, you're really asking for it! You deserve to be punished!" Feng Yan was seething with anger when he heard that Mingde Hall hadn't come.
Mingde Hall is currently the wealthiest force on the mainland, making a fortune from selling Soul Tool. In terms of financial resources, it even surpassed the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect at one point.
Yet, this incredibly wealthy Mingde Hall didn't send a single congratulatory gift. Not that they sent too little, but that they didn't send anything at all.
"A moment of patience brings peace, but taking a step back only makes you angrier!" Ten thousand years ago, when Feng Yan was outwitting those wealthy women in Heaven Dou City, he had never suffered such a loss.
Of all the powerful forces on the mainland, this Mingde Hall, relying on its meager funds, didn't even send a single congratulatory gift.
"Niu Tian!"
"In the name of First-Level God of the Divine Realm, I command you to launch a lightning attack on the Mingde Hall tonight and seize a hundred or so Level 9 Soul Tool."
"In this battle, in the name of the God King of Life, I grant you permission to use divine power!"
"Sect Master." Niu Tian closed the booklet, trying to keep his tone calm.
"I think... after all, our Clear Sky Sect has just announced its emergence. If the outside world finds out that we've already started robbing people right after our founding, it won't be dignified."
"Furthermore, if the God King of Life were to find out that such a robbery order was being issued in the name of God King God-King, he would likely have objections."
Feng Yan frowned impatiently, just about to lash out.
However, Niu Tian already clasped his hands in a fist salute and continued in a deep voice, "The sect leader's status is too noble to warrant a personal order."
"I happen to have nothing to do tonight, and I suddenly feel like taking a walk near the Mingde Hall to relax my muscles."
"I have heard that Mingde Hall's headquarters warehouse has a considerable number of Soul Tool. As a capable subordinate of the Clear Sky Sect, I am keenly aware that our sect's reserves of Soul Tool are still insufficient. I have an obligation to negotiate a friendly donation of a batch of Soul Tool."
"Our sect leader, being compassionate, could not stand idly by while our disciples were poorly equipped. Therefore, he entrusted Niu Tian with the mission, a move that benefits both the sect and its people..."
Feng Yan's expression immediately turned to relief, and then to deep approval. "Minister Niu is indeed wise. I am the Fire Buddha, how could I possibly do such a thing?"
He suddenly understood something.
In my past life, when I read history books, I always felt that those emperors were incompetent.
The emperor knew perfectly well that some of these people were treacherous officials, yet he still indulged and spoiled them.
Now he understands.
It's not that the emperor didn't know who was loyal and who was treacherous, but rather that there were too many rules and regulations governing the actions of loyal ministers, and they were constantly accused of being "inappropriate" or "damaging to the emperor's virtue."
But treacherous officials are different...
Before you could even utter a word, he had already taken care of the matter and shirked responsibility.
Just like Niu Tian, before he could even finish speaking, the other party had already turned robbery into a donation, and freeloading into a procurement agreement that would benefit the sect and the people, while also providing him with a way out.
"Niu Tian, it seems you really want to go for another one..."
Feng Yan then laughed and said, "There are rules in the Divine Realm that gods are not allowed to interfere with the mortal realm at will. My purpose in descending to the mortal realm this time is only to break through to the God King. You should understand what I mean, right?"
Buddha Tang has departed, but Douluo Continent has welcomed a Fire Buddha. As a living Buddha, Feng Yan naturally has to apply double standards.
It's just double standards, nothing shameful.
As long as there is any humanity left, there will be double standards.